Hello potential readers! TheFullmetalSociopath is here with their first story. I'm super sorry about the length. I am so used to writing short stories this is going to take me some time to adjust. However, with the current length of chapters I will likely be able to update daily (okay maybe not chapters, maybe I'll just update this to make it longer). Please please read my story and stay alert for updates on this and new stories of mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Kuroshitsuji or Sherlock. But please, enjoy what would happen if I did, in fact, own them. Maybe.
Prologue: Intruder at 221B
John Watson
Thud.
John groaned and turned over in his bed, pulling the sheets closer around his body. He never got a wink of sleep these days, sharing a flat with such a character. He harrumphed at the thought and clenched his eyes shut. Tonight he was determined to not get out of bed for some stupid, stupid, idea, or experiment, or whatever that would surely….
Thud.
John sighed and, grumbling about his lot in life, made his way to the door to his bedroom. He reached to pull the door open when he heard a sound unlike the prior ones. This was different.
A crash. The tinkling of broken glass. Another thud, this one much heavier, as if a certain someone had thrown a book out of the window and upturned an undeserving article of furniture in frustration over a case. Or perhaps, whispered the soldier in John, an intruder jumped into your flat through the window.
John immediately leapt into action, wrenching the door open and bolting down the narrow hallway to where the noise came from. He grabbed a gun from a hidden nook on his way, not taking any chances. The cold metal soothed his nerves as he tried to tell himself it was just that Sherlock had thrown a fit. But his instincts told him that this was bad.
And his instincts never lied.
He arrived in the room where the noise had come from, and was surprised to see Sherlock speaking to… a child. What? A child standing amid the shards of glass from the broken window, with a tall man clad in dark clothing lurking behind him like a shadow. What on earth was going on here?
I know, I know.
The story was way too short, if I can even call it a story so early on in the writing process. Just bear with me, okay? Please review and check out some of my other stories. Any advice is good advice, just back it up with evidence if you're gonna throw hate. Also, if you have any suggestions for other stories, or heck, even for the plot in this one, let me know.
Hope you liked it!
~TheFullmetalSociopath