Pairing/Characters: Grell, Ronald, Sebastian, Ciel, and a cat...

Rating: PG

Things That Go Bump In The Night

The full moon illuminated the gravel pathways of the graveyard, showing the way to a mismatched pair of gentlemen. One of the men kept snapping his head back and forth, long red hair flowing like a whip, as he cautiously looked about him.

"I don't see why we had to come here at night. Couldn't we have just waited?" The red head pouted.

"Grell." The name was said with a hint of exasperation. "It's not like we can tell someone to put off their death so we can sleep," his companion replied.

"Not that a lady doesn't need her beauty sleep." That earned Grell a look. "But why did Will have to make us pick up a soul here." He looked about him warily as if something was suddenly going to pop out amongst the tombs.

They stopped as the other shinigami turned a looked at Grell, evil smile in place. "Don't tell me you're afraid."

"Ron." Grell attached himself to Ronald's side, yanking at his arm. "What if there are ghosts?"

This time Ronald couldn't help but laugh. The idea of a shinigami being afraid of such a thing was a riot. "If ghost exist then they are nothing by souls wandering about. Just reap them and be done with it. Nothing to be scared of." He pushed the other man from him and continued down the path towards a grave which boasted a bloody display.

Draped over the tombstone was a bloodied body, victim of a suicide. The freshly dug grave told the sad tale quite plainly.

Grell continued to look warily around, wanting to leave this place as soon as he could. He held his death scythe, waiting for Ronald to hurry up and finish the paperwork needed at the moment.

Ron held his book in hand, jotting some things down and humming to himself. He was just about to finish up when a deep shriek penetrated the night. Both shinigami looked around and then back to each other.

"Ghosts!" Grell exclaimed, going back to cling to Ron.

Ronald shook his head. "There are no such thing as-" A seriously of pained moans cut him off. His eyes widened as well and he unconsciously pulled Grell closer.

"Grell, hurry." Ron pointed to the body, indicating that the soul could now be claimed. Grell wasted no time getting to work, finishing as disembodied grumbling filled the graveyard.

Both were ready to flee when the brush, not even three feet away, began to sway and move. The two shinigami drew further away, eyes fixed on the spot. In a sudden frenzy a black blur darted forth yowling and hissing.

Ronald and Grell let go a horrified scream and ran for their lives back towards the main gate and to safety. They didn't bother to look back; both thinking the same thing. 'Ghost do exist!'

Back on top of the hill, the brushes moved again, revealing a man clad in black. He looked around for a moment before catching a glimpse of sleek black and regal prowess. Emerald eyes looked back and the cat mewed.

"Sebastian!" The man turned to looked behind him, seeing his young master come into view. "Where the hell are you running off to? Did you find-" Ciel let his words die as he caught sight of the cat.

He looked between the filthy feline and his butler, feeling his patience drift away.

"You! You dragged me through the forest, had me almost twist my ankle, break my heal, and go through hell and back for a damn cat!" Ciel was seething. His ankle was killing him, surely it was bruised, and he was severely fatigued. Here he had thought Sebastian had found a lead in their case, but all he got was a flea bitten mongrel.

Sebastian, just smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, my lord."

Ciel threw up his arms and stomped awkwardly away down the path with his broken heal. He was going home.

End