Vietvn: Heyyyyy~ I'm backk again XD Lucky me I only had one exam this semester to do and I am done with it! One week of exam break for me~~ ^^ Which means I get to write and sleep XD So, as promised (I guess? LOL) I came up with an OVA idea for my Earl Grey story! ^^ I think I got this worked out a bit so hopefully you guys will get fast updates but for now, here's the first part! Hope you enjoy!


OVA

Part 1: Mission Start

"Kidnapped?" The white haired Earl echoed in disbelief as he stood before the old queen. Queen Victoria let out an exhale after dabbing away a few tears with her handkerchief. Placing the wet cloth to rest on her lap once more, she took a breath to speak from where she was sitting.

"Yes, just this morning. She must've snuck out for a stroll or something but hasn't come back since. Now I've been hearing word that there's been a lot of disappearances of women around London. No doubt probably the work of a serial killer lurking around... Oh the poor dear!" She ended with a wail, bringing the handkerchief back to her face again.

Currently, they were situated in what can be called as the throne room; Charles standing just a little away from the staircase that lead up to the platform that held the queen's throne (where said queen was currently sitting). Beside her was her ever loyal butler John Brown; stoic and silent as ever as the queen continued to have random spurts of tearing up. For once, the Earl's infamous grin was not present on his handsome, young face. Instead, a thin line replaced it and his eyes were steely, losing what playful glimmer it so often held with thin eyebrows furrowed in almost silent worry. He hadn't known about this till just recently for he had been preoccupied all morning running errands for the queen as usual with his partner.

"Any leads as to who the killer might be? An alias or some sort of description?" He asked.

"Not really. From what we've been hearing, women just disappear one day, never to be seen again. No one really caught a glimpse as to what happened, no signs of struggles or ruckus was detected by anyone who was around. The family just report to the Yard saying that their daughter, wife or whomever the victim is associated with is missing for two or three days and that something seemed fishy. They've been meaning to investigate it but so far have turned up with nothing." Charles could say now that that was the most that John Brown had ever spoken before but seeing the circumstances (the queen was still sniffling and occasionally sobbing into her handkerchief at this point), it looked like he had no choice. The young Earl began to chew the bottom of his lip; damn it...He had no solid lead...And who knows how much time he had left before this psychotic person decides to kill Yuuka...

"Grey." The queen spoke once she had calmed down. Charles stood attentive, eyes as hard as steel.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"By order of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, I command that you will bring back Lady Yuuka Tomoe alive and promptly dispose of this threat." The queen said with a sternness in her voice; there was no excuse for failure whatsoever but Charles already knew that way before she had issued this as an order. Getting down on one knee, he placed a hand on the left side of his chest in sworn duty, bowing his head slightly in understanding.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will not fail you."

As he got up from his position, he gave one final bow before turning away to head to the double doors, steps brisk and purposeful.

"Charles." He heard the queen call yet again. Charles resisted the urge to growl; he had no time to waste at this point but it was the queen he was talking to so he had to bite his tongue.

"Yes, You Majesty?" He inquired, voice uncharacteristically monotone as he side glanced to the old but powerful woman. His storm coloured eyes clashed with her pale orbs. A tired sigh left from the lips of the queen and Charles could've sworn she aged almost ten years with it. She really is getting too old for this job...

"Please, bring her back..." was the soft request that came soon after wards. Charles almost sighed as well at the pitiful look the queen gave him. Clearly, Yuuka was seen as almost a grand-daughter to the queen. Charles could relate to the anxiety that she must've felt at this moment but at least he wasn't about to sit around and do nothing about it.

"Don't worry Your Majesty, I intend to~" Charles replied, an almost devious smirk threatening to creep onto his lips. Quickly turning away, he continued on his way out of the palace and onto the streets of London. As he entered into the crowd of bustling Londeners, his hand constantly itched to draw his rapier in anxiety. Once he got his hands on this killer, he'll dispose of him in a slow and painful way...He didn't care how he was gonna go about doing this but he will make sure that in the end, that person will die by his sword.

He'll make sure of that and he'll enjoy every last minute of it.


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