TADA! This should make up for that teeny tiny chapter last time :) It's got a bit more action in it as well but remember, Fight scenes are not my forte. I tried my best and I really hope it pleases you all.
Before you read: I would like to thank all of you who have stuck with this story. I love you all!
Disclaimer: DeiDei still does not own Kuroshitsuji. It's her Birthday tomorrow but...
The moon was high and gleaming, shining crystal light over the dark buildings and spreading shadows over the abandoned streets. Four figures slipped silently along the paves and cobblestone, each bearing their own form of attack. One tall and blonde, medium in structure but still strong enough to take what any could throw at him. The sort of man that people would not dare attack, even with the innocent white apron that fluttered slightly as he walked. Kitchen knives tucked deep in his pocket were all he would need. The fire in his eyes burned with the same ferocity as the cigarette he held between his teeth.
Close by, another blonde stalked, his innocent facade and small frame would make him an easy target but those who had seen him before would not his could not be touched. His eyes were bright and his lips were graced with a ghost of a smile, his wide hat bouncing on his back as he hid himself in the shadows. A small trowel stuck out from his satchel, seemingly harmless unless the victim were to know who had attacked him, the strength that could hide in such frail arms. Every now and then he would chuckle or gasp slightly, but then the silence would consume once more.
Residing beside the marble steps of the bank* was a young woman, hair and clothes of childish nature but a face strong and determined, eyes that were once hidden now scanning every inch in her view. Despite her flaring outfit, she managed to blend in to the darkness behind her well, the pillars helping to keep her hidden. Resting next to her were a series of rifles with a box of bullets, all ready to shoot. The pockets of her apron held two hand guns, positioned for easy retrieval the moment the glint of blue and black could be seen. Her face was neutral but the sparkle in her eye showed she was enjoying it.
The final participant of the quartet was tall and lithe, black hair swaying as he walked down the street in full view, his crimson eyes scanning every corner for trace of the feline. His features were calm and focussed as he stepped silently, almost like air. His suit was well pressed although he expected he would need a new one by the end of this. In his hands, he held several pieces of silverwear, placed strategically between fingers to allow them to slide free when and only when he chose them to. He was well paced and prepared on the outside, burning in emotional turmoil on the inside. His mind told him that Ciel's secret could not be revealed, but his heart couldn't let him get hurt for something he had no control over.
Further down the street, silver claws click as the cobblestone, smoking eyes leaving blue and purple trails as it passed. Occasionally, slivers of moonlight would sneak between the divides of the buildings, hitting the sleak black fur and making it glow. It's sharp teeth were bared as it stalked it's path, the overwhelming scent of blood invading it's nostrils with every house it crossed yet none would quite suffice to what he could smell. A shinigami. Hyper and Giddy and Oh so delicious smelling that it almost made it's mouth water. And another, out of touch with reality and coated with a dusty scent yet still as enticing as ever. They were so close...
In his distraction, he hadn't noticed as he passed all four of the searching figures, drawing their attention and leading them behind him. Two blondes traipsing cautiously in the shadows of the structures, hands clasped around their unusual weapons of choice. The magenta haired female tip-toed opposite, rifles and handguns strapped to her maids outfit, bullet belts shimmering under the white light as she walked. The tallest of the four was carefully stepping along the paths of the rooftops, his tailcoat rippling in the slight breeze. Before long they could see what the feline was hunting.
The two males were giggling harshly, red in the cheeks from the lack of air even though they didn't always need it. One dressed in a black robe like material, silver hair trickling over shaking shoulders as he chuckled madly. The other bent over, creasing his crimson jacket, tinted glasses threatening to fall from the tip of his nose but he didn't seem to notice. Were one to look in on the scene, they would how no idea how to comprehend what could send the two into fits like that but considering how they look, one would probably pass by as quickly as possible. Luckily, the streets of London were empty excluding the aforementioned group.
"Ah my Lady, we must do this more often. I have not laughed like this since that child and his demon were last here. Hehehehe..."
"Of course we must! But I'm afraid I should be going now else William will have my head."
Before Undertaker could respond, the soft clicking caught his attention, suddenly silencing him and drawing his attention to the shadows. Seeing that his partner's gaze was diverted, Grell quickly shifted his line of sight to follow that of the other shinigami. Soon enough, the darkness was lit up by the pale blue fumes that glared into them like fire and the bared teeth that could slice through anything, much like their own. In a matter of seconds, the black fur slinked from the shadows, leaping at the one dressed in red. Before he could decide whether he wanted to scream or grab his chainsaw, the path of the feline was blocked by a thick wood and metal staff. It took a few moments looking between undertaker and the lump now back down the street before it clicked.
"Oh Unny! You saved me!"
Undertaker chuckled again as the red head practically glomped him where he stood.
"Hehehe.. It was my pleasure, my Lady. Besides, I haven't had much of a chance to use this in a while." he said as he slipped the glasses under his mass of silver fringe.
They were interupted by the sound of viscious growling and hissing. Being prepared this time, Grell remembered to pull out his weapon as Undertaker smirked with his scythe. It was easy to see the anger that had built up in the beast, through the obviously tensed muscled and how the claws scraped loudly against the cobblestone beneath them. It roared in rage and jumped again, this time aiming for the mortician. If possible, Undertaker's grin grew wider and he pulled his scythe back, ready to slice the dark creature in half. Or rather, he would've if a white and yellow blur hadn't intercepted at the last moment. The blur and the beast collided heavily and both flew off to the side.
"Oh-! I was going to enjoy that!" Undertaker pouted as his smirk fell.
"Mr Sebastian said we can't kill him. That means no cutting him in half!" Finnian scolded the older male like he would to a small child, barely noticing as the feline crawled out from under the brick and mortar that had fallen during his landing.
"Finny!" the voice was followed shortly by the sound of a handgun being loaded and fired. Mei-rin had ran out from under her cover to protect the younger boy, drawing out one of her guns and preparing to shoot. As she was making the shot, however, Bard dove at her, knocking her down and sending the bullets off course. They still managed to hit something though, Undertakers sign, which earned a disgruntled cry from the man himself. The large sign fell unhinged from the wall it was precariously placed upon, almost crushing the black beast beneath it had it not moved out of the way in time.
"What did you do that for?!" came the outraged cry as the maid dusted herself off. Bard stood facing her, a light glare in his eyes.
"Remember, we can't kill it. I don't know why, but Sebastian says we shouldn't and we always trust his word on these sort of things. With your aim, you would've ended up getting a bullet through it's heart. You know better Mei-rin. Try to harm it but not too much. Coax it in the wrong direction or something. I dunno, you're smart. You can figure it out, right?"
Mei-rin's angered expression had quickly merged into one of shame as she found the truth behind the chef's words. A determined smile soon worked it's way onto her face.
"Right"
From his spot on the roof, Sebastian managed to get a good view of the situation. The five of them were putting up a good fight against Ciel but he wasn't sure how much longer they could go on like this. It consisted of both Bard and Mei-rin throwing light attacks in an attempt to knock the feline unconscious whilst Finny tried to hold it once it was down. Unfortunately, these schemes didn't quite work and the demon was worried that one of them may be seriously harmed. Making his decision to join, the butler leapt gracefully from the roof he was perched upon, down in front of the two shinigami.
If the situation wasn't quite so serious, Sebastian could practically picture the two of them eating popcorn as if they were watching an amusing film. However, the scene was too important and their behaviour was starting to get on his nerves.
"If you plan on staying here any longer, might I suggest that you offer your assistance. Then, perhaps, we wouldn't be wasting so much energy in preventing your injuries. Although, I should also request that the blades be left aside if you are to join."
Sebastian couldn't help but glare as the two turned to look at each other, one pouting and one smirking. Undertaker chuckled as he drew in the blade from his scythe, leaving only a staff in it's place.
"Well, what do you say, my dear? Fancy going back to brute strength?"
The best way to say it, was to say that Grell looked beyond appalled, his eyes looking between the silver shinigami and his trusty chainsaw.
"Brute strength?! Do I look like I have any form of brute strength?"
The demon gave a soft chuckle at the red head's antics. No matter the time or place, the crimson shinigami never ceased to amuse him.
"It's very simple Mr Sutcliff. Simply curl your hands into fists and have at it." the butler stated nonchalantly, his smile growing as the other's expression dropped even further.
"Fists? FISTS?! I can't fight with fists! What if I break a nail or something?" Grell stopped his fuming when he felt the soft hand rest upon his shoulder and the hot breath against his neck.
"You can always grow it back, my lady. Let us enjoy ourselves under the haunting moonlight. It is only every once in a while that something like this happens and I think we should enjoy it"
Grell looked between the two males beside him and sighed, chucking his chainsaw to the side.
"I don't really have a choice, do I..."
A few hours later and everyone was breathing heavily, even those that weren't human. Their bodies littered with small battle scars, nothing too serious, but the feline hadn't gotten away scot free. He was gasping slightly, claws digging at the ground, head dipped and muscles quivering under the strain. It had long ago abandoned pouncing and had recently given up on clawing at his targets. Blood was seeping from somewhere but no one could really tell where. It had been running for a while so it wasn't anything life-threatening.
By now, the Phantomhive servants [minus Sebastian] had slumped against the broken walls or ducked behind piles of brick that had been spread and built up during their battle. Grell had taken to throwing rocks at the creature, with surprisingly good aim, whilst he hid at the sidelines, unsure of how to procede without the chainsaw. Soon, it was only Sebastian and Undertaker left to tackle the beast, but that was soon narrowed to the demon alone as a sudden kick from the feline sent the mad mortician flying through the [broken] glass window of his own store. The sun would be rising soon. All the butler needed to do was find a way to lure Ciel from the scene before he transformed back, otherwise the others would all see. This proved to be more difficult than expected as the creature seemed determined to stand it's ground, ignoring any bait that the demon gave to it. Eventually, Sebastian had to use his last resort. Diving out of the shadows, the butler leapt at the beast, aiming a precise kick to the feline's head. It had the desired effect, for as soon as contact was made, the black body dropped like stone, hitting the cobblestone heavily.
However, before Sebastian could even consider the options on how to move something so large, the sun spilt over the top of one of the still whole buildings, spilling warm sunlight over all of them and, most importantly, the semi-conscious feline. In a matter of seconds, the light took effect, drawing back the thick black fur and leaving smooth porcelain skin. The bones cracked and snapped themselves back into their human positions as the silver claws slid into the now formed fingers. Before long, the feline beast that they had spent so long hunting and fighting had transformed into someone they all knew and loved, dripping with sweat and blood, clothed only in the tatters of Elizabeth's expensive suit. There were no words for what they felt.
In their shock and distraction, none of them noticed the two figures crouched at the sidelines. Blue eyes widened in equal surprise yet then narrowed into manipulative slits. A wide smirk graced his lips as he stood, calling to the other to follow. Looking at the unconscious Earl one last time, he swiftly turned and walked away, purple coat flailing behind.
*[I don't know if they would have a marble bank structure then but Oh well, there is for the sake of the story.]
So it's the usual. Read and Review to tell me what you think of it. I am hoping to update the final chapter [yes, I said FINAL chapter] to Midnight Prowl before I go on holiday, so before the 15th... which gives me 2 days-ish. Don't worry though, I plan to write a sequel! Also, feel free to look at the other stories on my profile or message me some suggestions and whatnot. :3 Peace Out !