DISCLAIMER:

NARUTO © Masashi Kishimoto

KUROSHITSUJI © Toboso Yana


Single Approach

Naruto/Kuroshitsuji Cross Over

Sakura Haruno and Sebastian Michaelis

Romance/Adventure/Humor/Angst/Drama

Rated T: for Language


Chapter 10 – 10th Step: Waiting


Author's notes:

Sorry for the wait. I was having this huge writer's block and I can't get enough time to write. I am really sorry. I have been busy for this month doing paperworks, waiting for calls, and everything. I hope you do understand that.

This arc will be 2 chapters before you can read about Sasuke and other Naruto characters again. I know it is quite long and taking a long time but I have my reasons for making it that long, it is part of plot and you'll see why after this arc.

I do hope you like this chapter and I hope it can satisfy you even for a short time. I'll try to update as soon as possible.

Thanks to those who reviewed, added this on fave and alert list.

I can't thank you all enough.

So here's chapter 10.

I hope you like it


"Talking"

Sakura's thoughts /thoughts

Inner talking


She has to hurry.

She has to tell him.

She has to tell them.

Everything was a blur; from that exact moment that blonde haired man put her head inside a black bag, and punches her making her unconscious to the way she's running. She knew—of course, that those men saw her when they did such crime, but why, she asked herself.

Instead of helping, what did she do?

Yes what did she do?

She ran.

She ran far away from her.

She cowardly ran away from her.

And now, there's someone following her.

She knew it was them.

She knew that they'll get her too.

She has to escape.

She needs to find help.

She kept on running, her boot clad feet were hurting, telling her to stop, and her strides were starting to falter.

She was scared, for unknown reasons.

She was afraid, she can't be captured.

Looking at her back she saw that no one was following anymore. Her head kept on darting back and forth to be sure. Her breath was labored and her throat was dry. She needed a drink, she needed a rest, and she needed to sit.

She's tired, so tired that anytime soon she'll collapse, that anytime soon she'll be unconscious, and that anytime soon she'll –

"What happened?"

She knew that voice, turning around, she saw the person she needed the most.

"They took her."

Ciel looks confused; Sebastian on the other hand walks beside her, and slowly putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Who took who?" Sebastian asked, his hands already holding hers, supporting her to prevent her from falling.

"They… took… her…" She said in every breath she takes.

"Calm down!"

"How can I calm down?" She shouted, getting everyone's attention as well as making Ciel flinched. If they don't move now, they'll lose her. If they lose her, she can't forgive herself.

"Then tell me who took who?"

"Can't you see? They took her. They took Mey-Rin! "

Flashback

It was warm.

Jasmine tea.

Sooths her mind, thawing her frozen nerves, making her breath a blissful sigh. Its aroma tickles her nose, warming her inside out.

Savoring the wonderful taste of tea, along with some cinnamon biscuits and tarts, Elyce can't help but sigh. It was heaven. The warm café gave her and Mey-Rin shelter from the heavy snowfall outside, along with the coldness of the winds. It was cozy, the warm feeling inside made her fuzzy at the same time made her happy.

She heard a soft chuckle and she let out a smile. She looked up at the red-haired maid, tilting her head to question her. Mey-Rin on the other hand desperately tries to give an answer.

"It is alright Mey-Rin, do tell me."

"It's just, Milady, you're so…"

"So…" She leaned in a little closer to hear what Mey-Rin was about to say. The maid was absolutely shy, saying the last part of the sentence in whisper. "Cute"

She raised an eyebrow at that. 'Cute?' When was the last time she had heard that? A blue eyed boy came to her mind. A boy no, a man with blonde hair and blue sky colored eyes, suddenly came.

'Sakura-chan! You're so cute!'

'What was his name again?' Elyce knew who he was, but she kept on reminding herself that she didn't know. She had forgotten, no she have forgotten it. They were nothing but her past.

A past that she had thrown

A past she had locked away, away from the corner of her mind, never opening it again, never ever talk about it again.

She sighs; thinking about such thing depresses her.

Her dejected sigh didn't go unnoticed by the red-haired maid.

"Is there something wrong, milady?"

Mey-Rin was concerned, a while ago Lady Elyce was so happy, and now she was wearing a sad expression and she can't help but ask why. It was unusual; she had always seen the pink-haired lady happy along with Sebastian, and even with her Bocchama, Ciel. Maybe she was sad that she can't be with those two, or maybe it was something else.

Seeing her usual emerald eyes shining brightly and now duller, she thought it might be something else. She's not stupid, she was just careless, she knew that she can't do anything for her now; she knew that even if she asks about it, she was not that trustworthy enough for Lady Elyce to confide her problems.

After a long silence, Elyce finally answered.

"It is nothing." She was smiling, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"I may not be any of help, milady, but…" she looked at Elyce and smile. "If you have problems, please do tell."

"Of course, I will." Elyce stood up. "Shall we go now? The snow had stopped."

"Yes."

They haven't gone to next shop when someone pulled Elyce and Mey-Rin to the dark alley. There were 3 men, all dress in black, one was holding a black bag, and the other was rope. Elyce knew that they were going to kidnap them, but why?

The man with the black bag tried to approach her, but Mey-Rin pushed her away. She didn't know she had that strength to push her far, far away until she stumble out of the alley and fall down in front of many people.

That was when she saw them; the man with the rope holds Mey-Rin as the man with the bag slips it on her head. It was then she realize that Mey-Rin just saved her, that she stood up and without turning back—ran away, leaving the red-haired maid alone, as another set of men followed her, as they try to capture her.

End of Flashback

She was scared.

Maybe that's it. Maybe that's the reason she ran, but, she was a kunoichi. She was a weapon, she was a tool, she can kill, she can help but she ran. Why did she run? How come that she let herself ran?

"Elyce, snap out of it!" Ciel's voice interrupted her thoughts. She saw the blue haired lad, standing close in front of her; Sebastian was now shrugging his coat off and gently putting it on her. She flinched, and then she cried, slowly kneeling to the ground as she tries to muffled it and hide her tears.

Sebastian was sure, something had triggered for her to cry. The woman in front of her was no longer the woman who had her walls up, and defending her. It was now destroyed and any infiltration would be easy. He sighs; he'll have to repair her again, and to think that anytime soon her soul was his.

He sighs once again before he saw Ciel nod at him. He bends and put his hand on her back, the other one goes under her knees. He scoop her up and embraced her tight as he felt her shiver, no more like, she was shaking.

Shaking in fear.

She was desperately clutching his suit as he follows Ciel back to the carriage.

"Help"

Ciel had heard her pleas, a desperate one. A plea not directed to him but to his butler, a plea that he was so sure Sebastian would never fail to do. He sighs, as the carriage carry them back to the manor. He looks at Sebastian who had his hand ungloved, his black painted nails showing as he raked her hair and then to the pink-haired woman.

Her eyes closed, her face pale, her hands clutching Sebastian's suit way too tight, her body shaking not because of the weather, but of what had transpired.

Ciel knew who the culprit was. It was that perfectionist.

'That disgusting perfectionist'

When he saw her on the road, huffing, breathing hard and disoriented, he already knew something was wrong. The fact that she was happy seeing him or Sebastian was another issue and the fact that the red-haired maid was gone was enough evidence itself, though he never thought that Mey-Rin would be a victim.

This case is giving him a headache. It is a complete mystery how Elyce would always ended up in every case he had to solve. It seems trouble was always lurking, hiding and waiting for her.

'Waiting impatiently' he thought. He will no longer be surprise if right after this case another trouble would come. He cringed at the thought. He had expected trouble, but not every other day.

He then smirked; he will gladly wait for them, welcome them, solved them and at last destroy them. Until then he had to wait for a solution regarding his forming headache.

He sighs once again, before slowly massaging his temple.

He needed a painkiller.


"Are you all stupid?" His voice though low had anger laced in between it. He would not hide that he is angry. Of course, he was. But he was known as a calm man, as a patient man, as a forgiving man.

And, he is.

"I said pink hair, not red." He pointed to where Mey-Rin was, lying unconsciously on the floor. "I said a woman not a trash." He walks towards Mey-Rin and forcefully grabs her hair, making her grunt. "This is not what I want."

"We apologize, Milord." A man with auburn hair answered as he bows low. "But it appears that the Lady had escaped."

"And do you expect her to let herself be captured?" A haughty laugh followed. "Imbeciles" he shouted, making the 3 men in front of him, flinched.

"Do you even know who this maid works with?"

None answered. He sighs; he should have known that these men were stupid. "She works at the Phantomhive Manor."

"Milord, we do really apologize. We will never let this happen again."

"Never happen again?" He let an amused laugh. "Do you expect me to let you do such work again?"

"No, Milord." The blonde one replied.

"At least there is one who can use his brain." He glared at the three especially at the brown haired man. "Do you have something to say, Ulrich?"

The said man just kept his head low.

"Speak"

"Give us another chance Milord."

"No." He was about to turn when he heard him muttered. "What is it again?"

"Nothing, Milord"

"No" he said softly walking next to the man. "Do tell what it is."

Ulrich had enough. He's been working for him for years and yet all he got was a shameful scolding and not a single cent. All the shady work, they have finished it for him. All the bad things, they had done it for him. Anything that can prevent to taint this man's hand, they have worked it.

And yet, a simple mistake was all it takes for them to sink lower than low. He wanted to kill this man. He wanted to crush him.

"I was apologizing Milord." He said as he tries not to snap.

"Ah, apology accepted." He turns away from them. "Edward?"

A blonde haired man wearing a black suit appeared right beside him. "Yes, Milord?"

"You knew what to do." And then he slowly walked through the door. Stopping as if he remembered something, he turned his head "By the way, take the girl right after, she might be useful." And then he left.

As he closes the door tight, a screamed followed, along with gunshots and sounds of pain and agony. He gave a grunt. If they only did they job perfectly, they might have seen the next sunrise.

He was almost there. He was almost grasping the perfection.

But those imbeciles had failed. They had to get the wrong woman at the same time apologized for such action? How absurd. How he wished he should have gutted their throats, how he wished he should have put holes on their heads.

But he can't.

He can't have his godly fingers be tainted by those imperfect imbeciles. He is a man with high standards. He will kill only those who were worth killing.

And those are those women.

No, he didn't kill them. He merely takes what is perfect from them and let them go. But they all die in the process and it's not his fault anymore.

Those perfectly shaped hands, eyes that shone like polished diamonds, teeth so white and bright, feet that is not calloused, ears that are in the perfect size, lips that are red and plump. The only thing that's left was the hair, the perfect hair.

He had found it in that pink haired woman, yet those imbeciles took the wrong girl.

He had to calm down; he had to wait a little longer.

Still it is such a waste. Instead of taking the hair off to that woman's body, here he was standing in the dark hallway and glaring daggers at the darkness.

He shook his head. "Really, it is such a waste."

He looks outside through the single large window his hallway had, it was snowing just like that time.

Just like the time when she met her.

Just like the time they had promised an everlasting love.

"Estella" He sighs. "Just wait a little more."


'Walls, walls, walls' All Elyce can see are walls. When she looks to the right—there's a wall, left—a wall, in her front—a wall too and on her back – of course another wall. She had enough of these walls. She had enough of wandering aimlessly at the maze like place. She had enough of waiting. She had enough of looking.

She wants to rescue Mey-Rin now.

So that they can come home, bake cookies or cakes, help her with what she'll wear or what style would she wore her hair.

Right now, her hair was loose. Her long pink tresses flow behind her though it was hidden under her cloak. Her dress was a simple white, high collared, long sleeved blouse with a black silk lace tied on her neck, a matching black twill skirt, covered by a black cloak. Her hands were covered with black satin gloves—though she wanted to wear a leathered one, she just can't find it in the closet.

So she needs to rescue Mey-Rin now, because can't even find a single leather gloves on her closet and also because she wanted to apologize.

Apologize for leaving her.

Apologize for running away.

But first she had to find her. But she was damn tired.

She thought that breaking the stupid walls might be a good idea, but she doesn't want to be seen. She wants to move stealthily and leave the place with Mey-Rin.

"It's not like the Yard would believe that a young small woman like me can destroy walls?" Gathering chakra on her right fist, she was about to punch the wall when she heard a voice.

"Of course, such delicate hands would not even hurt a fly." Spinning around she saw a man, clad in a black velvet tailcoat, underneath it was a gold double-breasted vest covering a white high collared dress shirt and a black paisley patterned ascot tied on his neck. Hands covered with white gloves, as it holds a black top hat. He had a grey hair albeit not because he's old, or maybe it's silver rather than gray. He looks quite young; maybe at the age of 28, his eyes were cold ice blue.

It was boring holes through her.

"May I inquire why a fine young woman is here?" his was voice calm even though he knew that she was trespasser.

Being polite as she was, she answered but the same time ready herself for an attack. "I'm looking for my hand maid. She was abducted and taken here."

"Ah, and where that idea came from?"

She won't have the answer of course. 'Now act like a bitch.' She raised her eyebrow and stare at him. "Where are your manners? Aren't you supposed to offer me a seat or a place where we can talk?"

"Ah, forgive me." Then he bowed and offered her a hand. "I was quite distracted by this beautiful trespasser."

She took hold of his hand and let her lead him. "You're such a man"

"Of course." He stops and looks at her with serious eyes. "Now shall we talk about your red-haired handmaid shall we?" He opened a door that Elyce thought was not there.

Inside was a single decorated table, two blue velvet covered chairs, facing each other, another table was located near the chair, though it is circular and had a bottle of wine and glasses on it.

It was as if he was waiting for her, though that is painstakingly impossible.

The walls were highly decorated with delicate paintings and the window was large, making the moon's light pass through it.

They walk towards the chair and he offered her the seat. Pulling it for her, she speaks before taking a sit.

"So you're the culprit."

"Having a conversation with a kidnapper and still you are calm." He let out a soft chuckle, as he walks towards the circular table and pours some wine on both glasses. "I admire your courage Lady?"

"Aren't you rude?" He raised his eyebrow at that. "You were supposed to say your name first before asking someone else."

He chuckles, making Elyce jump. It scared her. It was hollow, empty, though it echoes it feels as if he didn't even chuckle.

'Like he's a ghost'

"Ah, forgive my manners." He put down the wine bottle and made a bow. "My name is Tristan Robert Lewin III, Baron of Ashfield"

"Ah, a Baron?" He didn't reply but merely smile.

Again, it was hollow, empty and didn't reach his eyes. But what had she expected anyway. This man was the culprit behind Mey-Rin's abduction. So he, of course was a liar, a two-faced man, as well as a devil.

"May I now inquire the maiden's name?"

"Elyce, Elyce Quenell."

Tristan then took the glasses and offer one to her, which she declined. "Such a beautiful name, for beautiful lady."

"Can we now stop insulting each other and just tell me where she is."

He didn't know whether to be amused or feel a little regret that he had to kill this woman. He had wondered though how did she find out about this place. This sole property of his is heavily guarded, each path was solely had 5 guards each, and not to mention only a few people knew about this place.

"What is it that you want from me?" He heard her speak when he didn't answer. He merely took a sip on his glass as he sit.

"Straight forward aren't you?"

"Just let her go and I'll stay."

He was quite shock. She was willing to stay, in exchange for her handmaid?

"You're willing to give up your life for the safety of your handmaid? But from what I had gathered you ran away and leaved her alone. "

The way she suddenly hide her face, intrigues him. It was like she was ashamed on what she had done. It was like she regretted ever leaving her. What a woman. Letting herself fall to the darkness of death alone just for others to fly to the light of safety.

He smirked; he can't believe that he can get her that easy. If he had known he would have ask those buffoons to kidnap someone dear to her and get her as an exchange. But it's too late anyway. And she's here with him.

"Edward? Bring her in."


"Do not fret." He softly whispers to her ear.

"Don't go." She muttered, her hands reaching for him, looking for him.

"Don't leave me alone." He reached out, grabbing her hands and kissing each knuckles.

"I am scared." Her voice quivered. Her body cold and shaking.

He slowly gathers her into his arms and embraces her shivering form. "Hear me. I am here." He buried his head to her neck and whiffs her scent, the scent of fear along with sweat and strawberries.

Such scent she was giving, making him momentarily lose control as he bite her neck, though not hard still made her groan. He wanted to eat her alive, he wanted to taste her.

"Sebastian"

"Yes, my Cherry."

"I am scared." She embraces him back and tightly, never letting go. As if he will go far away from her, as if he will leave her.

"I won't go anywhere." He muttered as he run his fingers through her long hair, gathering the ends of it and kissing it at the same time.

She looks at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her eyes distracted, hollow and dull, her face so pale, and her lips, so dry. It was tempting, a sin right before his eyes, a tempting sin that he can take advantage of. A tempting sin that he had been waiting, a tempting sin, he had been anticipating.

He cupped her pale face with his gloved hand, his eyes glow red as he licks his lips. Staring at her eyes then to her dry lips he was about to kiss her when she…

Fainted

Her head fell on the side, her hair covering her face.

He chuckled, no; he let out a soft laugh. "Almost."

He laid her on the bed and covered her with the blanket. He stared at her sleeping form, before finally making a decision. Wiping away her sweat clad hair out of her face, he took a look at her before letting his cold lips kiss her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my dear cherry blossom." And he leaves.

Sebastian sighs, he should have known she'll escape and go rescue Mey-Rin by herself. He should have tied her to bed, took advantage of her, and take her there. But he was being a gentleman, and gentleman waits and asks for permission, of course.

After months of her stay, after days of him ignoring her, and after what had transpired a while ago, he can't take it anymore.

He can't wait any longer.

If that man does something to her, he'll bring forth the fiery pits of hell and torture the culprit alive and well, until he forgets his name because of pain, until his eyes bleed because of agony, until Sebastian was satisfied of his punishment—though he may not be.

This is Elyce they are talking about.

His Elyce

His only

His queen

His princess

His Cherry Blossom

No one else's but his.

And once he got hold of her again, he'll never let her go and punish her as well.

For what, you may ask?

For letting him lose control, for wanting her uncontrollably and not to mention letting herself fall.

"This is an order Sebastian." Ciel looks at his butler, his lone eye staring at the smirking man. "Find Elyce and do anything you can to rescue Mey-Rin and her."

"Yes, my lord"


I know Sakura's character suddenly change from scared to happy to shame to everything else. It has a reason actually and you'll know that on the next chapter. Yeah, someone will be back, can you guess who is it?

Hint: Part of her life, yeah I guess you can guess that pretty easy.

I have watched English based movies such as V for Vendetta and Anonymous and as well read some books and listen to British people how they talk and eventually my dialogues became like that. Lol

I hope it is not overrated or something, I really wanted to give British feeling, while you read it. I had really fun writing all the dialogues especially on Tristan's and Sakura's conversation, a conversation between a lady and a gentleman albeit in a situation like that.


Random Question: Have you ever been somewhat angry because of a character/situation/fanfics that you have read?

ME: Yes I was. I think it was an ItaSaku fics or SasuSaku fics, I really can't remember but all the time I am always angry at Sasuke's character, whether it is canon or non-massacre fics. Hahahaha. I don't know why. It was weird but at the same time maybe because he had this uncaring/cold/stoic personality that sometimes hurts Sakura.


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