(A/N: Hey there to everyone who clicked on this story. It's my first Black Butler story and I'm very proud of it. I hope you enjoy it.
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Now on to the story!)
Why can't he just stay out of trouble for one day? Maybe William wouldn't be so uptight all the time if he could just do his job right the first time. A certain crimson reaper has managed to get himself into trouble once more, and I was to go and retrieve him along with the help of my colleague, William T. Spears. What Mr. Sutcliff probably doesn't know, considering that he rarely takes his job seriously, is that this is going to be a ton of paperwork for me. Nothing but long painstaking hours of sitting in an office staring at papers all day. Needless to say, he's going to pay.
There was a full moon up above, shining it's light to guide mine and William's path. My purple hair and black coat were swept behind me by the breeze. "So what's the plan, Will?"
"You are to stay on the rooftop while I retrieve reaper Sutcliff. It shouldn't take me long," He instructed. William was the type you'd call a workaholic. He's all business all the time. He wears a black suit and his signature glasses cover his emerald-green eyes. You can't get much more uniformed than that.
I groaned. "I wanted to help this time. I haven't been out in the field in ages."
"You sound like a child. I thought you were more mature than that," William commented with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"I don't really see the point in having a scythe if I'm not going to get the opportunity to use it."
"You will get your chance soon," William assured. He always brushed me off and I'm not sure why. I was one of the best trained reapers in the association, yet I've been reduced to sitting in the office all day and filling out paperwork thanks to the likes of Grell. I longed for a change of scenery and my fighting skills were starting to get a little rusty.
My protests seemed void, so I followed my orders. I may not agree with William all the time, but I do respect him. That and he's my boss.
We finally reached the area where Grell was supposed to be. I had to admit that I was kind of excited to see what kind of mess Grell had gotten himself into. He's always doing something wrong in Will's eyes, and it's usually entertaining.
As we searched for the redheaded idiot, I couldn't help but look up at the stars. It's not often that I get to do so. I picked out my favorite constellation, Cygnus. The only reason I could think of that would hint to it being my favorite would be that it was my mother's favorite too. I had a close bond with her until she died. She had been struck down by what the doctor said was pneumonia when I was around the age of seven. I clutched the swan shaped necklace she gave me just before she died. I always wear it to remind myself of her.
As I stared at the sky above, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder that shocked me out of my thoughts. I jumped and turned around to see William standing behind me. "Dear God, William! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"We have a job to do. We don't have time to be star-gazing," He said monotone. I swear sometimes that guy annoys me with his constant work ethic, although that is probably the main reason I look up to him so much. He should try to relax a little bit sometime.
We searched every alley, expecting to see Grell goofing off. "I found him, Will!" I shouted. He walked up and joined me at the edge of the roof. We looked into the alley. The only way we were seeing what was happening in the ally was by the light of the moon.
On the ground was a mass of red. Grell! I screamed in my head. He may me totally hopeless, but he's still kind of my friend. Woah, did I just call Grell Sutcliff my friend? I shuddered.
Grell was lying on his back and a dark figure was hanging over him. The figure had Grell's specially modified chainsaw raised above his head almost ready to bring it down. The night was filled with Grell's pathetic begging. "Stop it, stop! Don't kill me, Bassy!"
The one Grell called Bassy smiled, revved the engine, and brought the chainsaw down on the crimson reaper. Fortunately, just before the chainsaw made contact, William extended his pruner and blocked its path.
The figure looked up in shock. His wine red eyes immediately caught my attention. Our gazes met for a second, his shocked stare against my serious one. William retracted his weapon and repositioned his glasses on the bridge of his nose with the sharp tip. "William! You came for me!" Grell exclaimed just before William jumped down right on top of his face. By that time, the person with the wine eyes and I broke our gaze.
William pulled out his book and read off all of Grell's offenses. I had heard the speech a thousand times over, so I just tuned him out. It was a long lecture about all the things that Grell had managed to screw up, and the first few times were hilarious. He did everything from failing to reap a scheduled soul to using that specially modified chainsaw of his without authorization.
William finished his lecture and bowed to the man in front of him. "Honestly, I never thought I'd see the day when I had to bow my head to demon scum like you. This is a disgrace to all grim reapers," He sneered. A demon? Of course. A human could never dream of overpowering a reaper. The question is, why was a demon even fighting a reaper in the first place?
William rose, gave the demon his card, and started to walk back to where I was standing on the roof, Grell being dragged by the hair. The tall demon threw the card over his shoulder, which gained a small giggle out of me. As soon as it came, I stopped laughing when I saw the demon smile. That can't be good. I stared in shock as Grell's chainsaw was thrown at Will's head. "WILLIAM!" I shouted. My voice got caught in the wind and I doubted that William heard me, but apparently my message went through because with a second to spare, William raised two fingers and caught the chainsaw by the blade. He looked over his shoulder at the demon and smirked. I sighed and tried to calm my heart's beat back to normal.
The demon smiled and cocked his head a little. "I assume you want that, yes?"
"Yes, thank you." Those three words were spoken coldly. William then released the chainsaw and I watched it fall on Grell's stomach. Ouch. That has to hurt. I winced. William continued walking back towards the building, all the while Grell was moaning.
William jumped back on the roof and nodded his head at me. "Come on. We have to get back to the office. Looks like you have paperwork to do," He said as he dragged Grell back to the dispatch. I growled at the thought of more paperwork that would be on my desk soon. I really hate paperwork.
"Alright. I'll catch up in a minute," I said with a sigh.
"Fine, but I expect you back in a timely manner."
I tilted my head back and gave the starry night sky a last look. I searched for the majestic bird that reminded me of my mother. I had meant the search only for a couple of minutes, but I stayed a bit too long. I suddenly couldn't hear the clacking of Will's shoes against the roof. I sighed, knowing that this was the last time for a while that I would be able to star-gaze like this.
I turned, ready to leave, and ran into something rock solid. I crumpled to the ground, and my purple rimmed glasses fell off. "Ow!" I shouted most unladylike. My head started to spin as I tried to recuperate. I felt around for my spectacles. When I found them, I pushed them back into place on the bridge of my nose.
I looked up to see the demon from earlier, staring down at me with amused eyes. He had a gash running across his chest and his arm had sustained an injury as well. His raven hair shone in the light of the full moon. He wore a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up as well as black trousers and white gloves. His attire suggested that he was a butler. A demon posing as a butler. You don't see that everyday.
"Well, are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to be a gentleman and help me up?" I snapped at him. He may be a demon, but I'm sure he has some manners.
"Of course." He took my hand and helped me right myself once again. "What is a young lady such as yourself doing out here all alone?" He asked as he cocked his head like earlier.
"I don't see how it is any of your concern," I snapped as I dusted myself off, and straightened my black coat. He gave a small laugh and smiled.
"What a nasty temper for such a lovely young lady," He said.
"Oh, drop the smooth guy act. I think you and I both know that I'm not a sweet, innocent little girl," I said as a brought out my scythe to prove my point to him. The purple blade shone as the light of the moon reflected from it. With my weapon in its full glory, I glared at him. He had a shocked look on his face which told me that no one had spoken to him in such a way, but it faded and was replaced with a smirk.
"Quite an impressive weapon you have there. Are you sure you are capable of handling it?" He questioned. This guy is full of annoying, time-wasting questions. I would have thought that if I had a weapon such as this that I'd at least know how to use it.
"How about you find out for yourself," I challenged. I got into a fighting stance and swung straight for his head. Instead of ducking under it, he surprised me by catching it between his gloved hands. "How did you do that?"
"I am simply one hell of a butler," He said with a straight face.
"Did you just come up here to knock my spectacles off and question my capabilities with my own weapon or is there some reason as to why you're here?" I asked. I was just about fed up with him wasting my time. William will surely be cross with me for not returning to the dispatch behind him. He's already in a foul mood because of having to retrieve Sutcliff again.
"You just interested me was all. Your accent is different. French if I'm correct. And I've never met a female reaper before," He stated interested. By this time I had regained my posture and just stared at him.
"So you're trying to tell me that the only reason you're here is because I seemed interesting to you? Do you know how much trouble I could be in for not doing my job? And on top of that, you're a demon. Shinigami and demons have been enemies since the beginning of time. What makes you think that talking to the likes of you will help me stay out of trouble?" I said furiously.
He placed one of his hands over his chest. "You wound me, my lady. I intended nothing of the sort. Can we not carry out a conversation and it not end in getting anyone into trouble?"
"You don't know my boss. He's not exactly a free spirit. One little mistake and you're done for. Although, I'm pretty sure that he won't see talking to the enemy as a 'little mistake'," I shot back coldly. This demon was starting to get on my last nerves. I can only imagine what Will will say when he finds out that I was talking to a demon.
"Oh dear. We wouldn't want that now would we? Then I suppose that this is farewell," The demon said with a smile. He turned and began walking away. Before he got very far, he turn and said," I hope to see you again soon, miss."
"Not likely, Bassy," I stated flatly. He shuddered at the sound of the last word. He turned and shot me a deadly glare, but it soon subsided. Apparently I struck a nerve.
"Please, call me Sebastian. And your name might be?" He asked. I guess it's only polite to answer him.
"Rochelle. Just Rochelle," I said rather quickly. I don't bother telling people my last name. I hate it when people find out who I really am. They suddenly see me as someone to be careful around.
"Well then, Just Rochelle," He said with a slight laugh," Until we meet again," And with that bowed and left, leaving me on the rooftop under the full moon and shining stars.
How was it? I would love to know what you guys think.
Rochelle: MY SPECTACLES ARE BROKEN!
Author: Oh will you calm down. We'll get them fixed.
Rochelle: *cries*
Author: Oh brother. *facepalm*
Until the next chapter.
Arigato, readers.