Chapter 3

"Find anything?" Ciel asked, still standing outside the alleyway.

"Yes, the ribbon from Grell's coat." Sebastian saw a slight flash of sadness pass Ciel's features as he remembered the coat being his aunt's old coat before the reaper murdered her and took it. Ciel closed his eyes against the voice ringing in his head.

'You do not deserve to wear the colour red…' Grell's voice, as he removed the coat from the corpse of his aunt, lying in a pool of her own blood.

"Young Master?" The voice of Sebastian brought Ciel back to reality and he opened his eyes, the one eye hidden by the black silk eye patch.

"Well?" Ciel asked,

"I think Grell's been kidnapped…"

After endless hours of wandering through the unending woods, Grell sat down on a nearby log, staring around. He fumbled with the end of the long red coat before noticing something.

"My ribbon… and I really liked it…" Grell frowned, "No matter, maybe someone will find it and know I'm missing." Beginning to perk up a bit, he stood up and dragged his chainsaw lazily behind him. A small, quiet rustle in the bushes to his right made him stop and look over, two large, watery, brown eyes stared back. Grell then smiled when he saw the snow flake speckled back of a young fawn, staying just as still as he was, watching him as it lay curled up in the foliage, waiting for it's mother.

'Waiting and hoping… just like me,' Grell thought, smiling once more before continuing on his way. He then grimaced when he thought of how much paperwork would be piled on his desk back at the office.

"Jeez, Will is probably ready to kill me," He muttered, casting his gaze to the sunny, blazing blue, summer sky, the sunlight peeking through gaps in the tree's. Had Grell not have been in such a situation, he would have actually just wanted to lie down on the soft grass and enjoy the peace of the lovely forest, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Maybe me and Sebby-chan can come here for a picnic on that day his master promised?" Grell asked himself, grinning as he thought of Sebastian and him sharing a picnic together.

"How, are we supposed to find a person that could be anywhere with just a ribbon?" Ciel asked irritably, Sebastian stared at the ribbon and ran the silk through his hands again.

"Search for finger prints, find someone who knows the person and get them to tell us where they live," Sebastian explained simply. Ciel nodded stiffly.

"We'll go to the Scotland Yard," Ciel turned and stalked away, Sebastian in tow.

"Yes! Jack Holden! H-he's gone to Dorset! J-just don't h-hurt me!" The man Sebastian had cornered trembled violently, seeing the knives glinting in the demons hand.

"Thank you. That is all we needed from one of his assistants…" Sebastian flashed a fake smile before whipping a knife at such speed, Ciel had no time to blink before the man slumped, the knife embedded in his neck.

"Well, as helpful as that was… how the hell do we get there?" Ciel asked.

"Well, we'd have to get to a train headed there."

"Well, find the train schedules then. I want to find that… reaper, as soon as possible. I want to get it over with…" Ciel muttered. Sebastian sighed slightly, he couldn't believe it… but he was actually beginning to miss the visits from Grell, having been two weeks since he had last seen him. Sebastian shook his head, letting himself back to reality, how could he think that about… Grell? Was this the beginning of slight caring for the reaper? Sebastian glanced at Ciel as he briskly walked behind him again. Checking his pocket watch in the dull moonlight, he noticed it was nearly midnight as they headed to the train station.

Grell sat up with a jolt, looking around and squinting in the darkness, green eyes bleary… hadn't it been day time thirty seconds ago?

"I… wha? I must have fallen asleep…" He yawned. He winced at a cramped back and sat up, noticing he had fallen asleep in an awkward position on the large boulder he had taken a seat on for a rest. Exhaustion must have gotten the better of him… again. Rubbing his eyes tiredly with the back of his ungloved hand, he sighed heavily when he saw a smear of his black mascara running across it. He looked a mess. He stood up and trailed around in a wide circle, his stomach growling, he hadn't eaten since he had escaped which was about a week ago. He started off through a dark patch of the woods when his foot was caught in a deep hole and he flew forward, shouting in surprise as he struggled to stay standing. Twisting, he felt his ankle wrench painfully, but a sore ankle was better than a broken nose or something. The ground rushed towards him and knocked the breath from his chest as he sprawled on the ground, the starry sky spinning around in his vision dizzily as he regained his breath. But moving was a different matter, as soon as he tried to put weight his foot to stand, it felt like someone was stabbing his foot with several needles.

"Great. Just, great. Now I've got a sprained ankle. Well, at least my shoe's ok," He muttered, trying to remove the high heeled shoe, but winced in pain and decided to leave it alone.

"1, 2, 3," He gritted his teeth and pulled himself up, trying his best to ignore the searing pain in his ankle. He only made it a few feet before leaning his back against the tree to support himself as his ankle nearly gave out.

"Damn," He hissed under his breath. "Just what I needed,"

Clank, clank, clank, clank.

The steady rhythm of the train tracks was the only thing that kept Sebastian mildly entertained as Ciel sat across from him on the plush leather seats reading, paying no mind to his butler.

"Hm, I wonder what they're serving for lunch," Ciel yawned, peering at Sebastian over the top of his book with an amused expression, obviously he was enjoying the butler fidgeting of boredom.

"Shall I speak to someone?" Sebastian asked,

"No, I was just thinking out loud," Came the simple reply. Sebastian nodded and leaned back in the seat again. He felt the train screech to a halt and stood up, opening the door with the large window to their train compartment and Ciel walked out, top hat in hand.