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.:A Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction:.
Author: AoUsagi
Summary: Ciel takes the leap into Oblivion, only to wake into a strange white-washed world of beeping machines and white-coats doctors. The only thing that seems real is Sebastian, who steals him away from the hellhole laboratory to save him from the sick sake of science.
BeforeNote:
Wow look everyone an update within, like, two days.
Okay.
So I haven't replied to everyone's reviews yet. I'm getting there, honest. But I'd like to say that I've read everyones response to the last chapter so far (and to LittleFausto'sLullaby – thank you for the review but I cannot speak Spanish; from now on, would it be possible for you to review in English?) and I want to say thank you, to everyone, who has been supportive while I'm going through the tough time known as break-up aftermath.
I still wake up every day wishing things were different. I started doing this really cute thing ages ago, where I'd write out all these sweet text messages from him and stick them to my wall around my bed; they were all positive little affirmations, like how much I meant to him, how much he appreciated me being supportive of him, etcetera etcetera. Now whenever I see them all I can do is cry, but I can't take them down, because they still mean so very much to me.
Anyway. I'll stop boring you all.
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- Mercy
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OMG YOU GUYS GUESS WHO'S IN A RELATIONSHIP?! (see the end of the chapter for an answer I'm sure you're all DYING to know)
Chapter Thirty-Five: Normality of the Abnormal
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Battersea Park, much to Ciel's surprise, was a rather large, sprawling grassland enclosed by a long-running wrought iron fence that ran the entire perimeter of it, and the park itself featured a large pond, a couple of copses of towering, shady oak trees, and even a playground off to one side for the children. There were several families milling about, some with children who screamed in delight of the playgrounds wonders, others were mere couples out for a pleasant afternoon stroll. Some had dogs on leashes and others were on their own. There were even a few groups of teenagers lounging around on a couple of heavy-set wooden park benches, and, for a fleeting moment, Ciel wondered what it would be like to lead a normal life like any of theirs.
To not be hunted, not be on the run all the time. To be worried only by normal things, like homework and school and friends and the newest gossip – things he'd only seen on television back in the hotel when Bardroy had been flicking through program after program. Sadly, however, Ciel knew that the 'normal' life was going to be forever out of his reach – after all, he'd just spent the last three years of his life locked away in an isolation tank thinking that he was some aristocrat with an extraordinary butler at his side. He'd been kidnapped, drugged, held hostage by Italian mobsters, shot by Her Majesty's guardsmen, abandoned by his demon, almost sacrificed by a cult, and had become entrenched in a world of angels, demons, grim reapers, death, mystery and self-salvation.
In the real world, none of that had happened. He'd just dreamed it all up based on the fragments of the memories he had managed to retain of the real world. His actions in his drugged life had merely been altered reflections of his friends and family, his enemies, his closest companions. If he were to tell any one of those teenagers over there on those park benches his story, they'd all laugh at him. They'd think he had one hell of a wild imagination, call him a kid or a liar and tell him to scram. Not one of them would have an inkling of respect for what he'd been through, what he'd seen and what he remembered. He envied them – them and their latest fads and trends, their hoodies and their converse shoes. The way they'd tap away at their phones, listen to their music through strange devices that plugged into their ears – the way they'd laugh and chat away like they didn't have a single care in the world.
The more Ciel thought on the subject, the more he realized that it wasn't just those things he envied them for. They had parents. They had lives, homes where they'd go to every night, sit down and eat a decent meal in the same place at the same time every evening. They had a permanent place to stay and call their own as they grew into adulthood – in the past few weeks, Ciel had been staying in safe house to safe house, opium dens and hotel rooms, to the shabby little motel room he'd shared with Sebastian the previous night. He couldn't remember what sort of a house he and his parents might have lived in in his younger years, before everything had gone down – it could have been an elegant mansion with huge, sprawling grounds or a small, suburban house with a quaint little front lawn and a tiny backyard. He cursed his suppressed memories, and though he thought he'd done it quietly, he must have been so sidetracked that he'd said it aloud.
"What's wrong?"
Ciel blinked, and was brought rather abruptly back down to earth by Sebastian, who was sitting across from him at an otherwise unoccupied end of the park with a couple of other empty wooden benches. He tore his eyes away from the playground and the benches with the teenagers gathered around them, dropping his gaze to his hands.
"Sorry. Just thinking out loud." He muttered. "I was wondering what it was like to be normal. You know, like them."
He nodded over to the adolescents across the park, and Sebastian idly followed his gaze. The doctor seemed much calmer now they were safely back within the London perimeter; if Ciel hadn't seen him earlier, breathing hard with eyes wide and terrified, hands gripping the handlebars of the motorcycle for dear life, he'd never have guessed that Sebastian had been that way. His expression was calm, almost somewhat bored, yet his eyes held a level of amusement and his mouth twitched upwards as he looked over to where Ciel had gestured.
"I know that we have our hard times, Ciel," he said slowly. "But why ever would you want to be normal?"
Ciel looked up and blinked in surprise – yes, that creeping smirk was now a full-blown smile, and Sebastian regarded him with a most amused expression.
"Huh?" he responded dumbly.
"Think about it. Those kids over there have to deal with such boring aspects of life – they have to go to school every day. They have to deal with their budding social lives and home lives which, while both can lead to all kinds of melodrama, are so plain." Sebastian said evenly. "Their worries extend to what they'll wear to a party, if someone likes them or if they'll get good grades. They're not occupied with the thrill of a high-speed chase, or the adrenaline rush of hiding and hoping their seeker will not find them."
"I don't see how that's supposed to be a good thing," Ciel raised an eyebrow, and Sebastian nodded.
"Fair point. But let's face it, a normal life has nothing on yours. Yes, we have to worry about where we'll sleep, if we'll eat, if we'll be seen and chased and maybe even if we'll be caught and torn from each other – but you have to accept that this is the way things are, and you've got to see all the good points, too."
"Like?" unimpressed, Ciel raised his other eyebrow.
"Think of the fun you've had. The feeling of freedom this morning. The excitement of the convention – I saw you with the others several times; even though stakes were high and you were nervous, you have to admit you were having a good time." The doctor held Ciel's gaze steadily, not giving in. Ciel opened his mouth to respond, but Sebastian continued. "And just think. You've been reunited with your aunt; that's a huge plus. You've still got all of us, and I've seen you around Finnian and the others – I've seen you relax and be at total ease in their company. You've laughed and you've kidded around with them. Despite everything bad that seems to be pressing down on us, you've still managed to find the good in things – enjoyment."
Ciel sighed, and dropped his head onto his folded arms on the bench in front of him. "But that's just it." He groaned. "Sometimes I don't want that. I don't like having to be on the run all the time – I hate it. The moments where we're all okay and together and happy don't last. They're fleeting, and the next moment we're running for our lives again."
A large, cool hand slid over his head, gently ruffling his hair, and Ciel looked up just enough to see Sebastian smiling kindly down at him, his fingers soothingly stroking through his hair.
"So what do you want to do, Ciel?"
He raised his head, and he realized that, even in his other life, the alternate reality that he'd thought he'd belonged to, he'd never really been asked what he wanted. The three years he'd been the Earl Phantomhive, his entire life had rotated around his responsibility. He hadn't wanted the role his father had left to him, but he'd had no choice but to accept. He'd investigated crimes and saved lives and brought criminals to justice and even been branded a traitor to the crown, but he had never had someone ask him what he wanted. And in this life, in reality, he and the others had constantly been on the run; going from place to place, just scraping by – there had really been no time for self indulgence.
And now that he had a moment to just sit still and think, Ciel had absolutely no idea.
"I…I don't know," he mumbled. "I…never really thought of it."
Sebastian chuckled softly and leant back, taking back his hand and folding his arms casually across his chest. "Well, while we wait for the others to show up, why don't you think about it?"
"I want…I want to do something normal, like they would do." Ciel nodded over at the teenage group again, and a look their way showed the teens had started to throw empty soda cans around at each other – laughter and shrieks of hilarity ensued, their voices carrying across the park to Ciel and Sebastian on the cool, mid-afternoon breeze. Sebastian looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding.
"Okay then," he said, thinking. "Well, let's get a movie and have a movie night tonight."
"Movie night?" Ciel repeated. "I have no idea what that is."
Sebastian chuckled. "It's basically where a family or group gets together around the television and watches some movie – it's like the programs you can see on television, just longer."
"We'll watch it with the others?"
"Sure." The dark haired doctor nodded along. "We'll even swing by the convenience store on the way back to the safe house and pick up something to snack on while we watch it."
A small smile crept onto Ciel's face – a family get together. That sounded nice, just a calm evening spent with the others, no worrying, no fuss over anything. Some time to enjoy being together without fear of being chased and hunted. "Okay," he replied, sharing Sebastian's smile. "Let's do that."
"Let's do what?"
Pluto's voice behind them made them both jump, and Ciel whirled in his seat to see the others walking up behind them – they'd all changed into fresh clothes, and they all burst into grins as they drew level with them.
"We're going to get a movie and have a movie night," Sebastian said simply, to which Mey-Rin and Finnian both gaped before jumping up and down in excitement, dancing together and cheering.
"Nice," Pluto nodded in approval. "Bard called, said he'd be back sometime around eight or nine this evening."
"Any troubles?"
"Nope," Pluto replied. "He said he met up with Agent Sutcliff without problem, got our stuff cleared out of the hotel room and passed on the python. No problems, no hassles, and Sutcliff even gave him an escorted route out of Manchester; since the place is still crawling with Dispatch members."
Sebastian let out a sigh of relief. "That's good. So long as he doesn't hit too much traffic, he should have a relatively uneventful journey back. Did you alert him that we're at Battersea now?"
"Yup."
"Good man." Sebastian said as he stood from the park bench, stretching his arms out over his head. Ciel knew he was still stiff from riding the motorcycle so constantly, and he knew that Sebastian must still be sore from the healing bullet wound in his shoulder, but if he was in any pain, the doctor barely showed it. "Well then. Where's Dr Red?"
"Oh, she said she had to be heading back to the London Metro," Mey-Rin replied, stopping her excited dance with Finnian. "Said she really couldn't be away for any longer, but she sends her love to Ciel."
With that, Mey-Rin stepped forward and leant down, wrapping her arms around Ciel, giving him a big squeeze, and Ciel smiled into the embrace, hugging Mey-Rin back.
"That was from your aunty." She said as she stepped back, and Ciel nodded with a soft laugh.
"I thought as much." He replied as he too slid out from the bench and stood with the rest of the group. In silent agreement, they all began to head out of the park, leaving behind the last of the families and other people that were out for walks or lazing about in the grass, and Ciel found himself silently listening to Finni and Mey-Rin chattering happily away with Sebastian about which movie they'd try and get to watch. Every single title they suggested he'd never heard of before – movies had not been around back in the eighteen hundreds. They'd had theatre productions, but not these moving pictures captured within these strange screens full of colour and sound.
What a strange world, he smiled to himself in amusement as the group headed up the footpath that ran alongside Battersea park towards the convenience store that sat just down at the end of the block. It was getting close to five, and the afternoon sun was beginning to wane and sink down towards the cloud line on the horizon, sending streaks of orange and yellow across the canvas of the sky. The towering buildings cast most of the street in a cool shadow, the breeze gentle and sweet, and the sounds of traffic moving through the ever-busy city, though audible, seemed dimmed to Ciel's ears. He was too caught up in the moment of enjoying the company around him, listening to Finni and Mey-Rin discussing different movies, Pluto piping up occasionally with suggestions, and Sebastian laughing along like he didn't have a care in the world. Like he hadn't thrown Ciel over his shoulder earlier that day and been scared witless because they were so close to danger. To Karnstein.
But Ciel shook free of those thoughts of the Hospital, and the Dispatch, and everything else that seemed out to get them, and he let himself get lost in the moment of the breeze playing on his face, the late afternoon sun occasionally catching in his eyes, and of the relaxed friends all around him. Then, a sudden thought occurred to him.
This felt like normality.
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"Pass the popcorn!"
"Shh, the movie's starting!"
Ciel was squashed, rather awkwardly, on the three-person couch that wasn't really meant to hold all five of them. Well, four of them, since Pluto was sprawled out on the carpet, TV remote in hand as he skipped through the movie's advertisements. They'd found a rack of movies in the convenience store, and the others had spent a good half and hour bickering over which one to watch while Ciel stayed with Sebastian, who had nipped around the store, picking out ready to heat popcorn, along with a large bottle of fizzy drink, a packet of plastic cups, and some napkins. The others had finally settled on one whilst Sebastian had been paying the clerk at the counter, and the doctor had added it to the stash of goods he purchased.
Now, they were in the small Battersea safe house, which wasn't a whole lot to speak of – there was an upstairs, which had two bedrooms and a bathroom, a middle landing, which was roughly ground level, with a dining room, kitchen and living room, and a small downstairs area that led out to a small enclosed garden through the back of the laundry, which occupied the downstairs area along with another small bedroom for one. They had all gathered around the television in the living room once the popcorn had come out of the microwave and Finni had poured everyone a cup of fizzy drink, and Pluto had put on the movie.
Ciel couldn't feel his arm already – Finnian and Mey-Rin were squashed in next to him, his shoulder pinned down by Finni. They tried to reposition themselves, but then Sebastian was almost completely pushed off the couch altogether. After several cusses and some laughter, Sebastian finally yanked Ciel up onto his lap, giving the others more room.
"What the –"
"Shh," Sebastian muttered in his ear. "Get comfy and hush."
Feeling more like a small child than ever, Ciel squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable with Sebastian's lanky arm around his back across the arm of the couch, supporting him so he didn't tip over backwards. He had to cling a little awkwardly to Sebastian's shirt in order to be able to watch the screen without craning his neck, but as the movie went on, he ended up nestled against Sebastian's collarbone, his head tucked beneath the doctors chin. He could feel the soothing circular motion of Sebastian gently rubbing his long fingers over his lower back, and the sensation was so calming he was becoming drowsy, fighting to stay away to watch the movie. It was some re-incarnation of the Dracula story, full of fake blood and cheesy fake settings that had them all in tears with laughter when Pluto pointed out how some of the backdrop of the set had come undone and was falling away, revealing a set production area with a modern deck-chair and a tag on it labelled 'Director'.
By the time the movie was over, Ciel was almost asleep in Sebastian's arms, Finni and Pluto had made a mess of the carpet by throwing popcorn at the screen and laughing, and Mey-Rin began to collect up the empty cups and popcorn dish. The night had gone surprisingly well. No one had come crashing through the front door, guns blazing. There had been no urgent phone calls, or anything like that. It had been completely normal, and Ciel dreamily wondered if, maybe if he were ever reunited with his parents, he'd get to do something like this again. The thought reminded him of the fact that Sebastian might end up in jail after this was all over and Ciel reunited with his parents, and the thought soured his mood just a little, and he sighed sleepily as he buried himself deeper into the crook of Sebastian's neck. He felt the doctor chuckle tiredly beneath him.
"Sleepy, Ciel?"
"Mmmmmmm."
"Bed time then, I think." Sebastian said with a smile, and he slowly sat Ciel up, and Ciel blinked dazedly in the dim light of the living room, yawning as he looked for the clock that sat up on top of the television – it read eight-thirty. The sun was down but the night was still early, even though it felt a lot later. He clambered up from Sebastian's lap with Finni's help and stretched as another yawn escaped him, just as there was a knock at the front door. The good mood dissipated in an instance, and everyone was tense.
Sebastian was the first to move – he was up and off the couch in a heartbeat, completely alert and expression cautious. He held a finger up to his lips to everyone as he approached the door, carefully turning the handle before opening it just a crack to call through it for identification.
"It's just me, ya big scaredy-cats," Bardroy's exhausted voice came as a relief to everybody, and Ciel relaxed, seeing the other's also visibly allowing themselves to relax as well as Sebastian let the blonde doctor in. He had two cases with some of their gear in them in either hand, and there were two more cases down at the bottom of the stone steps that led out to the footpath. Gripped in one of Bard's hands along with one of the cases was a plastic bag, and Sebastian ushered him in as Pluto moved past them to retrieve the other suitcases.
"How was the trip?" Mey-Rin asked, giving Bardroy a welcoming hug as the man yawned and set down the bags to return the gesture.
"Eh – tiring. Boring, really. I picked up somethin' for desert, since I was pretty sure you'd all have eaten by now," he said, swinging the plastic bag in front of everyone's faces, and Finni's eyes lit up with a childs excitement.
"Ooh, oh, what is it, Bardroy?" he chirped, and Bardroy produced a large tub of ice cream, to which Mey-Rin and Finnian cheered. Ciel, watching all of this, found himself smiling dumbly at the scene in front of him, and as Bard and the others disappeared into the kitchen to find some bowls and spoons, Sebastian leant down to whisper in his ear.
"Feel up for something sweet?" he asked, and Ciel yawned again.
"I'd love to, but I'm tired. I think I just want to go to bed," he said truthfully, and Sebastian chuckled softly as he led up to one of the bedrooms they'd share – the doctor had already claimed one bedroom for himself and Ciel, while Bardroy and Pluto had claimed the other two person room, Mey-Rin had the one down at the back and Finnian had volunteered to sleep on the couch, which was actually a fold-out camper bed. Sebastian flicked on the light to the small bedroom – unlike the other rooms Ciel had stayed in since the first safe house in Hyde Park, this one actually had two separate beds instead of a single double bed.
"I'll bring up our things when I turn in," Sebastian said as Ciel flopped face-down onto one bed, clearly claiming it as his own, and the doctor chuckled softly as he gently helped Ciel to sit up. "I'd at least suggest you get undressed before climbing into bed, Ciel – it's quite uncomfortable to be sleeping fully clothed."
"Mmmmkay," Ciel murmured, his eyelids heavy as he tried to unbutton his shirt. His fingers, tired as they were, seemed incapable of doing the job, and Sebastian was there, helping him, and then he was draping a large, thin button down shirt over Ciel's shoulders, a bed shirt. With a nod of thanks and a mumble goodnight, Ciel crawled beneath the cold but welcoming covers. He couldn't remember feeling so tired or so…so peaceful, for so very long. Every other time he'd fallen asleep, it seemed, he'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. This was nice. A nice, quiet change.
Sebastian tucked the covers in up to his chin, and he felt the doctor gently brush some stray strands of his hair from his face before whispering goodnight and stepping quietly from the room, flicking off the light. But before he closed the door, Ciel heard Finnian approach.
"Oh – I just brought up some ice cream for Ciel; is he already asleep?" the blonde boy asked, and Sebastian spoke softly in reply.
"He's very tired, Finnian; to deny himself something sweet is definitely a sign of that," he replied, and the two shared a soft chuckle at that.
"Yeah," Finni lowered his voice. "Well, there's plenty there, maybe he can have some tomorrow. What's our next move?"
Sebastian seemed to think on that for a moment, and although sleep dragged ever so heavily at his senses, Ciel fought to stay awake just long enough to hear.
"I think our next move will wait. We need time to rest, recuperate. The trip has been an exciting one, and it's taken a lot out of all of us. Just take tomorrow as it comes, rest up a while, all right? I have some things I'll need to do, so you'll be in charge of looking after Ciel."
"Sure thing, Sebastian – you know you can always count on us," Finnian replied. "In the meantime – wanna come have some ice cream?"
"I've never been a fan of sweet things," Sebastian laughed softly as he pulled the door closed, and the light from the hallway faded as the door clicked shut. Ciel didn't hear the rest of his reply – it was muffled as the dark haired doctor and the young intern headed back downstairs to rejoin the others back in the kitchen. And before he could mull over what 'things' Sebastian had to do tomorrow, sleep dragged him down and he was asleep before he could think any further on the matter.
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"Tanaka."
Mister Tanaka looked up from the table where he'd been studying over the findings presented to him by his ward, and sure enough, there was his charge – Vincent Phantomhive was at the top of the basement staircase.
"Yes, sir?"
"Anything new?" Master Phantomhive descended the stairs, his expression unreadable, and Tanaka took a deep breath as he sat upright before standing, moving over to the small kitchenette area of the basement. He began refilling the kettle with hot water and setting it on to boil on the stove.
"I think I have made a few connections so far. Mister Undertaker's handy-work has not dulled since we left, sir."
Vincent nodded knowingly, yet his eyebrows knit in worry. "And?"
"Well, sir," Tanaka began as he wiped down a cup from the sink. "I can conclude that the men from Mister Vanel's gang were not killed in a random gang act."
"We didn't think so," Vincent said bitterly. "But why kill them in two different ways?"
"Most likely, sir, because they were jumped by more than one assailant."
"Meaning more than just one method of killing, if we account for one mans killing method to another," Vincent added, and Tanaka nodded, spooning two sugars and a teaspoon of coffee into the cup.
"Exactly, sir. Now, you'll notice that these men were the ones Mister Vanel had assigned to investigating the who of the possible auction."
Vincent raised an eyebrow as Tanaka fished the now-whistling kettle off the stove and poured the hot water into the cup. The heady scent of instant ground coffee filled the basement, and Tanaka stirred the brew slowly as he let the information sink in.
"But why? Why only them? Vanel's guys had already spread out and were investigating all the leads I sent them on. So why were the ones looking into possibly buyers the only ones hit?"
Tanaka fetched a carton of milk from the fridge, pouring some of the cold milk into the cup before stirring it through, and once he was finished, he handing the steaming cup over to his master, who thankfully took it and sipped gratefully.
"Perhaps, sir, you should see this."
He lead his master over to the table where he'd been examining the evidence Randall had collected from the crime scene and smuggled away for private investigation earlier that day; along with the photographs that Vincent had printed out and already had returned from the Undertaker with several pages of loopy, hand-written analysis. Tanaka had everything organized, papers gathered here and there, small clear plastic pockets with small pieces of evidence in them.
"See here." He pointed across the table, where, beneath all the findings, a map was laid out. "Mister Vanel's men began their search here, just a stones throw outside of London at the Karnstein's Children's Hospital. Now, why would the killers go to all of the trouble of making a public display of the deaths here?" he slid his finger along the map until it rested at the location of the park.
Vincent thought for a moment before responding.
"It…makes no sense. Why there? What's specific about there? It's nowhere near Azzuro's territory, even though they were clearly identified as his men. Yet it's nowhere near our hideout here. They made it out in completely neutral territory, where anyone could see it."
"Perhaps not quite completely neutral, sir." Tanaka dragged his finger along the map, upwards slightly, until it came to rest atop a section marked Chinatown.
"Chinatown? Lau's territory?" Vincent asked. "But what does Lau have to do with this?"
"He might not have anything to do with it – it might be a warning to him, sir," Tanaka said. "That his men, who are investigating into the possible locations of the underground facility, could very well be next."
Vincent's eyes widened. "Someone knows we're working together."
Tanaka nodded slowly. "Someone knows the Aristocrats of Evil have regrouped."
"We need to get word to Lau about this; warn him at the very least, have all his men on their guard." Vincent spoke quickly, setting aside his half-drunk cup of coffee before whirling on his heel and heading towards the staircase. "Tanaka, I want you to continue working on this, and –"
"I hate to interrupt you, sir," Tanaka spoke up as he turned around to face his master. "But has the thought occurred to you just how someone has caught wind of the Aristocrat's regrouping?"
That made Vincent pause, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, and one hand gripping the banister of the staircase.
"We might have a double informant."
Once again, Tanaka nodded slowly, as if any sudden movement might spur his master into an act of rash misjudgement. He'd seen this look on Vincent's face before – many times, before in fact. It wouldn't have been the first time someone had tried to double-cross the infamous Vincent Phantomhive, Watchdog of the London Underworld. Tanaka, having served Vincent for many, many long years, knew all too well that those who grovelled at the mans feet were soon enough going to grow tired of abiding by his rules in order to stay free, and would attempt something stupid, like selling him out or, in this case, leaking information to their opposition in order for Vincent to always be one step behind in the chase.
Tanaka also knew that anyone who double-crossed Vincent usually wound up dead; once Vincent was through with them when he found them out – and he always did – there was never much left but a corpse riddled with bullet holes.
Wordlessly, Vincent left, and Tanaka sighed as the door to the basement slammed shut in his wake. The master had much thinking to do, Tanaka knew, and the least he could do was be on top of his game and keep his eyes open for any signs of who the double informant, if indeed there was one, might be. Meanwhile, he poured away the last of Vincent's undrunk coffee down the sink and rinsed out the cup before setting it onto the sideboard to drain.
Looking back over the table covered in evidence, Tanaka sighed again. He'd better get this all cleaned up before anyone else returned to the basement, just in case.
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AfterNote:
(from the BeforeNote) if you guessed me, dudes, then boy are you wrong.
Anyway. There's a little button just beneath this message that says REVIEW. Go tell me how cute you all think it is that Ciel got to sit in Sebastian's lap for a sucky vampire movie (been having an unhealthy Hellsing addiction lately). GO ON YOU KNOW THAT WAS FANSERVICE GO ON GO REVIEW AND TELL ME I SUCK AT THIS.
- Mercy