The Odd Couple - a Kuroshitsuji fanfic
Summary: WTF? Shinigami are being slaughtered, Undertaker is accidentally enlisted in William's "Shinigami Breeding Program", Ciel and Sebastian are in a domestic rut, and Grell goes on strike? CielxSebastian, WilliamxUndertaker, GrellxWTF?
A/N: Okay I was inspired by bladion13 and the Ninja and the Writer to hurry up and write this fic, and I know if I did the first chapter, it will keep me on my toes to write more.
Oddest pairs or pairs in the oddest situation, or a combination of the two, thus the name "the Odd Couple" CielxSebastian, WilliamxUndertaker, GrellxWTF?
Warnings: M+ okay, some may be uncomfortable with these pairings, Ciel at his age with Sebastian and all. There's um, gender issues that happens aaaand, there's also some violence that might read unsavory. Just a warning XD
On with the story!
Chapter I: The End
It was evening over London, and night was creeping over the horizon, chasing the rest of the day away. Not too many were stupid enough to wander these streets at these hours... in these cities... wellll, except for those coincidentally on the Shinigamis' "death note". Back in the Shinigami's library, we find our favorite Manager of Dispatch, William T Spears in his office, reading over a loooong list of souls, ripened for reaping.
Said Shinigami adjusts his spectacles while reading, noting several children were listed here. After a strenuous hour of none stop, eye-ache reading, William summons a squadron of very young Shinigami to his office. One comes, a minute later then three, followed by five six minutes later. You get the point, they all drug their feet into William's office, unorganized, uniform worn however, some without their glasses (yeah, BIG crime), and worst of all, coming in sparse numbers. Thirty two minutes later, the young trainee squadron was packed into the office.
William stays seated, focused wholly on the list in hand, nowhere close to acknowledging the Shinigami before him. Judging by the calm of his being, his furrowed brow, and acting as if he didn't even know these teens were alive at all, this yuppie squadron knew very much so... William, was pissed... And that's scary...
*SPAT!* William rises, after smacking the list in hand upon his desk, impact sending loose papers flying around the room, scaring the holy shit out of everyone. His green eyes finally fix themselves on the youth, as he adjusts his spectacles in a seriously annoyed fashion...
"You all disappoint me..." his speech dangerously calm, "for shame to bear a revered title only to time after time fail miserably at up holding your position..."
The silence was deafening, as the older reaper slowly walked from his desk, approaching the young squadron in question. Several of them had eyes like saucers, and others trembled at the aura of the more experienced reaper. A cloud of anxiety hung over the younglings as they were on the verge of pissing in their pants from the fear of what they've done... again...
"You all come before me in total disgrace and disrespect to your duty... late... un-uniformed... glasses..." Spears ends with a hiss, the kids immediately straightening their ties, putting on their spectacles, and doing whatever else before standing erect in straight military fashioned rows. Too bad this wasn't the first impression...
"It seems to me the only way you all will finally learn is... an assignment..."
All the dual colored green eyes widens as William continues...
"Your assignments are simple, reap the souls listed to you within the hours before daybreak tomorrow..."
"... and if any of us fails, M-Mr. Spears?" asks a foolishly brave Shinigami, looking at the list that suddenly appears in his coat pocket. William pauses, glaring harshly at the teen in question. He approaches the boy, eyes narrowing more as he got closer.
"You'll find out... when you fail... Reaper Clinton" William hisses, his voice falling to a near whisper. The teen Shinigami nearly fainted, but didn't cause of what happened last time he fainted in William's office.
The kids were dispatched, and hurried off scrambling into the streets of London. Not only they hadn't the adequate time to collect this many souls within said time frame to goof up, but, if they did fail... it's unspeakable woe they thought. And the fact William didn't say what their punishment would be, only added to their anxiety...
Well the teen squadron ran about the streets of Britain, quite frankly resembling cock roaches scrambling the streets from a bird's eye view, struggling with their assignments.
So the first cock roach... I mean, Shinigami spotted one of his victims. It was an eleven year old fearful girl, wearing a yellow dress and bonnet with brown pig tails, who didn't really know why she was walking these streets in the first place. The reaper grinned and fixed his glasses, preparing for his attack. The girl came to the intersection, right in time for a...
"HA! I got you now, uh... uh" said reaper took out his list and spots the girl's name, "Lill-ee... Lillian Aber-naaa-th-th-, Abernathy," the girl panics with screams filling the air. Not knowing what else to do, the teen reaper tries calming the girl down, "Shhh! Shhh now, now it's, uh it's okay, I uh, uh, I'm uh... uh oh..." the girl then runs from the Shinigami's reach, forcing him to chase her down.
He passes some of his friends, his face blushing with shame, until he glanced at their problems. Either they were being chased by dogs, facing some tough hoodlums trying reap their souls, and what not. It actually made him feel better to see their strife, but he still could get punished for not fulfilling his assignment and so is more so driven to catch the girl.
As he runs, he sees the girl whip into a building. He races there, busting the door down with his sheers scythe, only to be greeted by an elderly woman... with a broom.
The young reaper could only grin. "Good evening ma'am, I was just-"
"Why you brute! YOU SCOUNDREL! Chasing my little girl!" screams the old woman, bashing the reaper with her broom, "Wait lady! You don't understand!-" says said reaper being bashed by a broom, "out, out you pedo-crook! Before I call the cops!"
The teen reaper surely runs out of sight, rethinking his assignment and of which fate was worse... to surrender, or deal with these souls he's suppose to reap...
Another reaper had successfully made it into her harvest's bedroom. She slowly approached her victim's bed, which was shielded by canopy of silk drapes. She slowly pulls the drape to see a young man with neck length blonde hair. He was deeep asleep. 'This is going to be easy' she thought, bringing her hedge trimmer scythe to the young man's neck.
Oh but then... in walks his butler.
"YOU!" cries the butler, waking his master and startling the reaper. Said Shinigami quickly regains her composure, drawing out her ID afterwards.
She starts, foolishly exposing herself, "This is Shinigami Drusilla McWiggiesworth, you have the rights to-"
"Oh a reaper eh?" interrupts the butler, his blue eyes growing wildly wide, with a matching wild grin. "Hehe, my kind don't take kindly to Shinigami" He extends his hand and out of nowhere, a comically long bamboo pole appears in his hand. His punk-ass master cries, squealing like a scared little girl, "Wh-who's t-that? Shinigami? What is she doing here?"
"She's here for your soul, but not to do for you as I, my lord" says the butler, his grin now showcasing pearly white fangs.
Uh oh, this butler must be a demon, the young reaper thinks as the butler engages in a stick fight with her. Luckily for the Shinigami, she has her hedge trim scythe to saw off the bamboo, each time the butler tried striking her. But, her luck ran out. Just as she saws off the last bit of pole, feeling very accomplished, the butler surprises her with an unexpected kick. Yes people, the butler kicked the girl, sending her through the window, several yards away from the mansion, falling four stories down smacking harshly on the ground. With a little luck on her side, another Shinigami climbing up an alley junk pile of wood and glass trying to break into the home of his harvest, was there the break the girl's fall, crushing him deep into the refuse.
Ah yes, NO ONE was getting anywhere. The Shinigami from earlier with the eleven year old girl, was pacing near an alley, trying to figure the best way to approach his harvests. Suddenly, a figure appears in the shadows deep within the same alley. The teen looks to see something or someone very familiar, but the darkness obscured the image so that, it was hard to tell.
"Who's there?" calls out the young reaper. "Why? Should you not know me?" says a voice much deeper than the boy. He approaches warily to see the mysterious figure leaning on the wall better. Something was surely familiar. Long hair trailing way below his waist. The vest worn and the pants were very familiar. There was something resembling a trailing trench coat as well. The colors were hard to make out as the upper half was completely in the shadows. However, the spectacles worn by this individual were glistening.
"I sense your fear little one... I've sensed it since you were dispatched..."
"Who are you? Don't play any games I'm warning you!" says the young reaper, with some assertiveness in his voice.
"You're fearing aren't you?" the British man's voice ever so calm, ever so eerie. "You fear these streets of its darkness and uncertainty. There's fear in what you may find in the darkness. You fear failure of your assignment, of William T. Spears... of me..." the man finished, leaning off the wall to stand fully on foot.
"What do you want from me? How do you know I'm Shinigami?" the young reaper asks, this time his fear present.
"I want to end your fears, end your pains and anxiety training as a Shinigami. Is it not fair to choose your way of life as you please? Express your own style, your gender, your own thoughts? We live a life lived for us as death spirits. Worrying over the souls of filthy lowly mortals, who continues to ruin the world further as each generation comes..."
"What are you saying?" the young reaper asks once more as the man steps forward some...
"I want you... to be free..." The man finalizes, summoning his bladed weapon...
Around an hour later back at the library of the Shinigami, William confronted Grell, who was trying his best to sweet talk his way out of slacking on the job, yet again. However, a sudden something hits William in his gut (that is... if he HAS guts)... something hard...
A hand laying harshly to his chest, William inhales with great grief, shock becoming his features. "Will my dear, are you suddenly not well?" Grell starts, actually glad that something else entered William's mind. "Suppose a little..." Grell puckers, in time for another Shinigami to enter the hallway and spot the uncharacteristic dismay on William's face...
"Sir?" The reaper starts, a woman with short dark hair, wearing a suit and tie, but with a plain short black skirt, opposed to pants. "Mr. Spears, is something troubling you? What is wrong?" William NEVER expresses... anything emotional wise, and the lady knew something was seriously wrong.
William doesn't respond, instead, his eyes widens and he inhales sharply but slight, then collapses to one knee, lightly panting a moment. "Don't die my precious persimmon!" cries the queen of drama, Grell, "Don't leave me behind, going where I cannot follow!"
Grell was all but kicked upside the head by the female reaper's foot, as she kneels down to William's aid, properly. She has reason to believe he was sick. "Mr. Spears? Tell me what's wrong? Are you ill?"
Her voice snapped him from, 'I look like I've just been raped' mode, and he shook himself back into reality. Although horror still riddled his expressions. "Something..." he finally says, "something's wrong... terribly wrong..." William's once flat hand still resting on his chest, encloses into a tight deathgrip on his clothes, his face falling to a slight wince. The lady reaper didn't ask another question, but wanted to. "Hilton..." Will says to her, "I want you to dispatch and lead our top squadron into mid London... I'll meet you there with Humphries and Knox..."
Lady reaper Hilton nods respectfully before leaving him to follow his orders. William rose from the floor, straightening his suit and left Grell without another word. Grell frankly said nothing on purpose. If he's lucky, this rising issue would be serious enough to cause William to forget about Grell.
A little later that evening, a very, very disappointed Earl of Phantomhive returns to the Phantomhive Manor from the Undertaker's. We then find the our cute, one eyed Earl moping at his desk, lightly scratching a paper anxiously as if he were itching on paper. His butler enters with iced blueberry crumpets and Earl of Grey tea.
"Is there anything my lord needs before retiring for the night?" Sebastian asks with a small smirk from being amused at Ciel's pouty face.
"That Undertaker I swear..." Ciel grumbles, now politely taking out his frustration by crumpling the edge of the paper. "What could be so important that he couldn't give such simple answer? Just left us dry and not a word why..."
"I suppose it may have been far too urgent to explain" Sebastian tries to reason, "it might have just been intuition of an occurrence, something he couldn't explain until seeing it himself. He was a Shinigami now, so a lot of his powers are still be effective..."
"Maybe..." the boy continues to grumble, now doing his best to crumple the whole paper until it becomes as flat as it once was. His hand now tired of uselessly exerting energy, he looks at his butler with a yawn. "I'm sleepy now". Sebastian smiles and scoops Ciel into his arms and carrying him to his bedroom. Within a few minutes, Ciel's bath was nicely prepared with lavender essence.
Sebastian disrobed Ciel as he does usually for his bath. But, as Ciel gets in the bath, something strange happens... Ciel looks around, with a wild thought in mind. Looking at his butler, Ciel poses a question Sebastian wasn't so sure about answering.
"You've had quite the day as well, Sebastian... and I appreciate you making this bath special... but, maybe, maybe you could enjoy this, with me?"
Sebastian stopped and raised his eyebrow. He didn't like the sound of this or where this could lead to. He thought about it for a moment, then eyed the lavender essence bottle for no known reason important to any of us at this moment.
"My lord..." starts a wary butler, "I... I don't think..."
"I insist. Come in with me..." says the young earl, scooting over so Sebastian could sit with him. With a small shrug, Sebastian slowly disrobes... facing away from Phantomhive. Ciel is enamored by Sebastian's body as the articles of butler wear are slowly removed, like watching a smexy commercial on TV (though this is before televisions, you get what I mean). Sebastian turns slowly to face the bath, his raw beauty triggers a chain of perverted thoughts by his master. He gets in, quickly bringing up the bubbles to cover as much of himself as possible.
Those bubbles felt soooo gooood. And after a day as long as this one, sitting back in the master's tub of hot bubbles, was a pretty sweet idea. Laying back, nearly neck deep into water, Sebastian was feeling... peaceful. A sudden something rests on his chest. Looking down, Sebastian sees his master had cuddled really, really close to him and placed a hand on his chest. Like the rest of us, Sebastian was a little more than uncomfortable with this, but decides not to mind it. For those of us itching for something to happen, aren't minding it at all XD The pair rest like this for a few blissful moments before slowly going on with the bathing process. Little did they know though, an eye peeking through the keyhole watching them the whole time O.O
After the bath... thing... whatever the fuck that just was, Sebastian had dressed Ciel for bed and as for himself, he was wearing a bath robe he happened to find in his master's bathroom, convenient for this part of the story. Ciel was tucked in bed and Sebastian was about to leave for his room. But then...
"Sebastian..." says the voice of a boy frankly too young to be lord of anything, "ah... it's really dark and, I, I would like it if you could stay. Stay with me..."
Sebastian eyes Ciel nicely, but replies, "young master, you need your rest... If I keep you company, you'll never awake rested for morning..."
"Then... let's make it a sleep over..." Ciel's voice suddenly dropped to a strange intrigued whisper there. His grin and good eye widening with amusement as he rose from the bed. "Go fetch some tea, Sebastian..." Ciel's voice became dangerously smooth all of the sudden. "Oh and, instead of one teacup... I think we'll need two..." Sebastian bows with concern and heads off to fetch the tea. He comes back with a floral tea... actually, a tea spiked with a drug he hoped would quickly send Ciel into abysmal slumber. Ciel drank, and offered Sebastian some.
"It's okay master, I'm not that thirsty at this moment. I really made this for you"
"Oh really?" Ciel starts, "how come you won't drink? It's a special night"
"It's not that" Sebastian didn't want Ciel to suspect anything and so, well, he takes a cup... reluctantly. Oh well, at least he'll be guaranteed a damn good rest tonight.
"Lay with me, Sebastian..." Ciel moved and settled creating a space for his butler to rest. Sebastian just shrugged his shoulders, oh whats the use, he thinks, he's got me, and whatever happens in unavoidable now... Sebastian lays quickly, shutting his eyes and praying to the good lord that boy would go to sleep! Tonight, it seems as though the good lord decides to be naughty as, it seems Sebastian was not to have his wish. Ciel pops up tensely, hyperpoking Sebby's shoulder.
"Sebastian... Sebastian..." Ciel pokes. "Yeeess, m-my lord,"" goes a super sleepy, slightly annoyed butler, still praying this nut would go to sleep, "I... I... I just. Sebastian, did, did you realize what I was wanting? Wanting for us?"
Sebastian's already squinty eye, squints open looking at the young earl in question, wondering what the hell the boy was thinking of. "I'm one who many says am void of emotion... but tonight, after everything, all our troubles, I, I wanted to show you how much I appreciate what you do for me... although there's a price I'm bound to pay in the end but..."
"My lord..." starts the weary butler, "your smile and loyalty, is all I need of you"
"My loyalty?" Ciel questions. "Yes master" Sebastian starts again with a wide yawn, seriously mucking up his sexy face, "you're the most loyal human I've encountered. You've never questioned our contract or tried opting out of it..."
"Really?" the boy asks curiously, "Really, master" yawns the butler again...
"Oh okay, well that's all I wanted- good night!" Ciel sounds off strangely, before his head drops lifelessly on Sebastian's shoulder, snoring fast asleep now. The butler blinks dumbly, and shocked... what the hell was that about? What the hell with it all? It was the bath first, then the tea, then the bed... Sebastian was sure Ciel was heading it all towards seduction, but... it could have been the tainted tea that killed the whole ordeal. Or... maybe Sebastian is seeing things, or dreaming... Hmm, he thinks, I suppose he just- *drop* zzzzz... Just like Ciel, Sebastian now drops dead asleep due to the tainted tea he foolishly drank to keep his master from suspicion.
It's such a cute sight, the adolescent master and his butler, deep in slumber beneath 13 inches of fine linens and silk bedding in the master's bed, snug as bugs in a rug... they were innocently sleeping together, nothing wrong there... for now...
With grave disappointment of the outcome of master's night, the strained, redden eye that's been spying for the last three hours on Ciel and his butler the whole time... without blinking, snatches back from the keyhole with a, "What the fuck?... you mean I wasted two hours and 57 minutes of my entire life... ON THIS SHIT?"...
TADA! That's all for now folks! Haha! I know you all are as much disappointed with the outcome of Ciel and Sebastian's night as that "Peeping Tom" eye XD I felt it's a bit early for anything "meaty" to happen yet. This was only to wet your appetites for the future chapters as there are so many mysteries to be solved. Who's that guy in the alley? What was William sensing to make him crack like that? Why was Undertaker not able to aid Ciel that day? When did Ciel start having pervert thoughts about Sebastian? Who was watching Ciel and Sebastian with all that anticipation, along with us?
Chapter 2 is when the good stuff starts, so stay alert! Please write plenty of reviews so I'll know how to make the story even better in the upcoming chapters.
~GNXmike
P.S.: check out my new poll on which other "Odd Couple" I should do, along with this one!
