A Shinigami's Contract
Prologue
Claire Brooks paused, her red pen hovering above the clipboard. She looked up from the to-die list and gazed down from her rooftop perch. Osama bin Laden was due to die in exactly ten seconds.
Nine. She jumped down and followed her intense sense of smell to where he was.
Eight. Footsteps.
Seven. Gunshot.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
As she stabbed her red electric hedge saw into the man's back, a shadow loomed over both of the figures. A huge black Rottweiler, surrounded by a silvery-blue cloud.
A demon.
Claire snarled and brandished her hedge saw. The demon, hateful demon, opened its mouth and… laughed? It was more like a snort, but a laugh it was. As it laughed, it morphed into a younger man of about six feet. Black-blue hair, silver shirt, black pants and tie, silver earrings, and one very distinctive characteristic. Large eyes, one cerulean and one a deep violet.
Ciel Phantomhive. Her mother's ex-husband and her half sisters' father.
"Phantomhive."
"Brooks?"
"Wow, you're a genius. But I've been looking for you."
"I'm flattered."
"Don't be. I've been looking for you to tell you something. When you left my mother a few years before I was born, you destroyed her. She barely made it out of that year, as she tells me. I've also been wanting to ask you something."
"And what would that be, Miss Brooks?"
"Would you be interested in a contract of sorts?
A/N: Sorry for the super-short chapter. It looked longer in the notebook, and anyway, it's the prologue! Claire POV coming up.