I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER/KUROSHITSUJI. IF I DID THERE WOULD BE MANY GAY CANONS!
From the outside the little bakery was as normal as they came. Only a few people knew what secrets lay in the very walls of the shop. After all, who would have thought that the most famous baker in Victorian England was a retired reaper and the head of England's underground.
Today, said baker was relaxing behind the counter watching with hidden eyes the costumers that came and went. You would be surprised the info you could pick up by just watching and listening. If you put on a friendly face, people will spill a bit more that they would have otherwise. And if you are sharp enough it is quite easy to pick up on those little clues.
At the moment, the reaper was half eared listening to a man who was thinly veiling the fact he had murdered his wife. The door banging open was a startling surprise to the occupants of the restaurant. Who it was exactly was even more surprising, and several people started inching to the door in an attempt to escape.
Because no one who has ever done anything wrong wants to be in the same room, heck the same country, as the Queen's Guard Dog and his suspicious butler. Before long the only people left were the unexpected visitors and the baker.
She noticed that there seemed to be one too many people with the normal duo today, another demon... Lovely. The demon was dressed in black as most demons are, but what was making her take a second glance was the short silvery hair on top of his head and the deep grey eyes.
'This day could be more interesting then I originally thought' I observed as I setteled back in my chair and waited for the young lord to talk. I didn't have to wait long.
"I need information involving the demon massacres that have been going on," the Earl's voice was as bossy and rude as ever.
'The demon massacre huh? That explains the mysterious demons role in this whole thing. But it didn't explain why Little Phantomhive was helping him.'
"You know the price, Earl. What information do you have to offer me in return?" That was my price. I needed information that was equal to the one that I give to you. I used to go by laughs but I haven't really been in the mood to laugh since the realization that I was quite literally thousands of years old and I am still alone.
Ciel's face grew grim as he got ready to tell something that he no doubt had no right to tell me. "Prince Soma is a bastard child of India's king. That's why he has come to England to get away from the mockery."
'How interesting' I thought to myself. Who would have guessed?
"That is quite satisfactory, demon massacre you say?" Now was the fun part.
"Yes, the demons are blaming the reapers and the reapers are blaming the Angels and of course the Angels are saying the demons are faking it," Sebastian explained, "Who exactly did it?"
I pretend like I am thinking hard about the answer before I smile, "Something like that will take more than the knowledge that The Prince is a bastard child," I said with a smirk.
From my spot I could literally hear the Guard Dog's teeth grinding together. However, he did open his mouth to tell me something, whether it was what I asked for or not is debatable considering his temper. Either way it wouldn't have been worth hearing out.
"Uh-uh, I have already heard from you Early dear. Let your new little Demon friend try his hand shall we?" Here was the moment of truth to figure out who exactly this guy...er...demon was.
You could see the looks pass between the trio before looking like they had come to a decision. Hopefully the right one.
"I would be honored, My Lady," the demon said in a creepy voice that could only be described as something an Undertaker would have (?), "The name is Adrian, Adrian Creevan. And I have something that you will love," who knew a demon could look that attractive to a former reaper? Shake out of it! Think of what Iris would say!
"Did you happen to know that the Trancy brat's butler, Claude, and Sebastian are brothers? And used to be closer than twins?" By this time Bassy was shooting Adrian all kind of glares. For my part I was sitting completely unmoving with my jaw hanging open.
The hatred between the two butlers was legendary and they used to be... BROTHERS! And not just that, they used to be close!
The irony of it was too much to bear and I heard myself laugh for the first time in several hundred years. I didn't know I could laugh anymore!
When I had finally settled down I looked up in time to see Sebastian gently close Ciel's mouth, good to know I wasn't the only one. One second thought that could have been for seeing me laughing...
"Neither the Reapers or the Angels did it, and the Demons have played no part in the murder of their people," the vague answer was by now expected of me by the duo but Adrian didn't look happy with my answer.
"Well the who did it!?" You could hear the impatience in his voice.
"That's the question isn't it? Who exactly is so unhappy with all other creature groups that they would a war between them? Hmmm I wonder!" The sarcasm in my voice wasn't making Adrian like me anymore.
"...humans," this was Sebastian who whispered the answer. Unsurprisingly he was the first to put together the clues.
Humans have always been jealous of the supernatural. Rarely seeing the bad in being one of us. And one thing about humans... Their inability to let anyone have more power than them. So of course they would try to wipe us out. The question is do I want to unretire for this war? Or just let the newer generation handle it. After all, all generations have their challenge and this is theirs. But will they will be able to handle it? No...Crap, I know what I have to do... Decided I snapped out of my train of thought.
"Exactly! See class? Mr. Michalis has the answer! Humans! The humans hate everyone but themselves. Nothing new," I am such a smartass sometimes!
I could see Ciel's patience wearing down quickly and his jerky motion to leave was just that, jerky.
Sebastian and Ciel were quick to start to leave. Same with Adrian, however he actually looked back to meet my eyes. Interesting.
"Leaving so soon?" I said, my voice high and innocent.
"We really must be on our way, we need to try and get as many people ready to fight as possible," Sebastian said, looking for Ciel's approval in his words. He received a nod.
"And if I wanted to join this little army of yours?" This time there was no mistaking the rare sincerity in my voice.
If i wanted to help my fellow reapers through this I would have to work with the people most likely to succeed, and at the moment all signs are pointing towards Ciel's army.
Ciel raised an eyebrow in intrigue, "I would say, welcome aboard Felice, you haven't made a mistake in joining us."
And for the second time that day I laughed. Mistake? Please. Everything I do is a mistake it doesn't mean they don't work out in the end.