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That Butler, Retaliatory 3


'thoughts'

"speech"

"Demonic speech"

{setting/stage directions?}

SOUND EFFECTS

An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.

=†=†=†=†= scene shift/time shift


Previously:

"I am William T. Spears from the management division of the Grim Reaper Dispatch. I have come to claim that Reaper." Mystery man said. He jumped off the roof.

"Will! William!" Grell cried hopefully as tears of relief from in his eyes. "You came to rescue..."

WHAAAM!

"... Meeee..." Grell groaned miserably when William landed right on top of his head, slamming Grell's face into the ground. William had landed with so much force, that Grell's face had formed a small crater in the street when it slammed into it... That had to hurt.

"Dispatch member Grell Sutcliff. You are guilty of having violated our ordinances." William said sternly as he opened a large book, preparing to read Grell his rights.


BAM!

"First, by killing those not on the list of the dead." Will said perfectly calm, as he suddenly kicked Grell in the face. "Second, by using a Death Scythe without submitting an application for said use." Will began stomping on Grell's face repeatedly, just as Sebastian had been doing earlier... only Will seemed to be very blasé about it, like he was slightly bored.

"Hey... Wi... Bufuh!! Agh!" Grell choked out in between blows, obviously in agonizing pain.

"..." Ciel and Chêne said, sweat dropping as they watched. This was his 'ally'? Chêne was starting to feel a little sorry for Grell...

"We will return to headquarters right away and have you submit a written apology and report." Will said as he began dragging Grell away by his long, red hair.

"Listen!! I was just about to get killed, you heard!?" Grell shouted indignantly. His face was swollen completely beyond recognition now... He looked like a puffer fish. "You're so cold—"

"Quiet." Will said coldly as he swung Grell by his hair and slammed him into the ground. Hard.

WHAM!

"Buh!" Grell grunted in pain.

"I apologize for all the trouble that thing has caused you." Will said as he gave a deep bow to Sebastian. "Ah. My card." He said as he handed Sebastian a business card.

"I... see..." Sebastian said, a little stunned, as he took the card. This was certainly and unexpected turn of events.

"Really... having to bow my head to a noxious beast like you... is an affront to all reapers." Will muttered darkly.

Sebastian stared at him for a moment, before carelessly tossing the card over his shoulder.

"Then please keep watch over your underlings so as not to inconvenience said noxious beast." Sebastian said, smiling. "Humans are easily tempted." He said darkly as his smile changed to a wicked smirk. "When they are poised on the edge of hellish despair... and a spider's thread of salvation presents itself, they will invariably grasp it... no matter the manner of human." Sebastian said, glancing briefly at Ciel and Chêne out the corner of his eye.

"Why're yaaa look'n a' meee fo'...?" Chêne said weakly, slurring her words. She was teetering on the spot where she was sitting on the ground, like she was about to fall over... apparently extreme blood loss can make you look drunk when you're too weak to speak properly and sit up on your own. Will narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Chêne before turning back to Sebastian. Sebastian didn't like the way he had looked at Chêne... was she closer to death than he thought? If so, he may have another fight on his hands.

"Taking advantage of that, you devils seduce humans... and live by leeching off of them, isn't that right?" Will said, frowning in distaste as he adjusted his glasses.

"Heh... I do not deny that." Sebastian said calmly. After all, his plans for the dying Chêne were not entirely benevolent in nature.

"Though as a collared pet dog... I suppose you're somewhat better than a mad dog with no sense of fidelity, hm?" Will said, glancing at Ciel. He turned to face Chêne. "What is your name, girl?" he asked bluntly. Sebastian tensed. The Reaper was going to try to collect her. Chêne blinked in confusion. Her vision was getting blurry.

"Ch-Chêne LeBeau...?" Chêne said, wondering why it mattered. She wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box at the moment.

"Chêne LeBeau..." Will said thoughtfully as he flipped through the pages of his book, reading the names on his 'to die' list for the night. He frowned, puzzled. "How strange... Your body is clearly about to shut down and die physically, and yet your name is not on the list. Since that is the case, I cannot collect your soul at the moment, but those are not wounds that can be healed by a human. I'm certain we will meet again soon." Will told Chêne. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the Reaper.

"!?" Ciel said, alarmed as he glanced at Chêne. She had been enduring it so well, that he hadn't realized just how bad off she was... Ciel narrowed clenched his fists and grit his teeth. He was not going to let Chêne die...!

"...Um... see you later...?" Chêne mumbled to will, confused. Will stared at her for a moment. What a strange girl.

"... All right. It's time we returned, Grell Sutcliff." Will said as he started dragging Grell away by his hair again. "Good grief... we're understaffed to begin with... and now I shan't be able to clock out on time yet again thanks to you." Will muttered at the now unconscious Grell.

"..." Sebastian said as he glanced at Grell's Death Scythe, which he was still holding.

SHA!

Sebastian suddenly flung the Scythe at Will. It hurtled towards the Grim Reaper with inhuman speed.

THWAP. BIIIN.

The scythe wobbled in Will's hand. He had somehow managed to catch it using only two of his fingers. Will glanced back over his shoulder at Sebastian.

"..." Will said as the two supernatural beings stared each other down.

"... You forgot something." Sebastian said politely (?) as he gave Will his trademark shit-eating grin.

"—Cheers..." Will said coolly as he readjusted his glasses again, and continued on his way, now holding both of their scythes and dragging Grell behind him. "Now... if you will excuse us..." He said, bidding them all farewell before disappearing into the pitch-black darkness at the end of the alleyway. Sebastian exhaled once he felt their presence disappear completely. Now he could deal with more important matters...

"Forgive me, Sir. I failed to capture the remaining culprit." Sebastian reported to Ciel. He wasn't sure if his young master had been paying much attention to them after he learned the true severity of Chêne's wound.

"... Let it go. Just... let it go." Ciel said numbly as he held Chêne, staring down at her. Chêne had finally lost her sense of balance completely, and Ciel had grabbed her to keep her from falling and hitting her head on the street's hard cobblestones. Chêne's breathing was heavy and labored as she struggled to remain conscious. She felt so tired... but Chêne had a feeling that if she let herself sleep now... she might never wake up again.

"Heh... How very like her..." Sebastian said, smiling wryly as he knelt down beside the two humans, and gently tucked a stray hair behind Chêne's ear and out of her face. "Although her body is broken, Chêne's soul is still stubbornly clinging to her body." He frowned slightly. "However, no matter how stubborn she is, it won't last. She will stop breathing soon, and then her heart will cease to beat. Even if we get her to the hospital now, there is nothing the doctors can do to save her..."

"Then what am I supposed to do—!?" Ciel demanded angrily. "Just sit here and watch her die!?" This was his fault for insisting they continue the fight, even though he knew she had been wounded... The only reason she got hurt in the first place was because she protected him! Chêne coughed weakly.

"C-Ciel... it's okay..." Chêne said, smiling weakly at him. Blood was running down her chin now. Ciel stared down at her, stricken.

"D-Don't lie! There's no way 'it's okay'!!" Ciel snapped at her. He could feel the tears threatening to form in his eyes. No. He refused to cry.

"It is okay... because in the end... you guys are safe." Chêne said, smiling softly as her eyes started to close. "I'm not scared to die... because you're here with me... whatever happens... don't forget to laugh and smile, Ciel." Ciel bit his lip as he squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to let any tears fall. He had decided two years ago that he would never cry in front of anyone again, but now...

"...Sebastian..." Chêne said softly as she gazed up at the demon with half-lidded eyes. She struggled to raise her hand and reach out to him. Sebastian realized her intentions, and held her hand. Chêne smiled softly at him. She gazed at him with loving eyes. "I should've just said this before... but I was too scared... I love you." A single tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes closed for the last time.

"... Ch-Chêne—!!" Ciel cried in alarm, shaking her. Sebastian stared down calmly at Chêne's limp body. His face didn't betray any trace of emotion.

"Young Master. Not all hope is lost. There is a way to save her still... Her soul is still clinging to her body. As long as her heart is still beating, however weak—I can save her. All that is required of you is to order me to do so." Sebastian said as gazed down at Chêne's peaceful face. Sebastian frowned slightly. It looked as if she were merely sleeping... and yet... there was a strange tightening sensation in his chest. He just couldn't leave her alone. Sebastian didn't even know why he was suggesting using this method to save her, but had he mentioned it while she was conscious, he was sure that Chêne wouldn't allow it if she knew the full details... However... he would NOT let her die. Ciel froze when he heard that Chêne still had a chance at surviving. He didn't need to think about it. Ciel looked up and stared Sebastian right in the eye.

"Do it." Ciel ordered gravely. Although he had no idea what method Sebastian was going to use to save her, he wasn't about to waste precious time asking questions. Every second that passed, Chêne drew closer to death. He could deal with the consequences of his actions later.

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian said. His crimson eyes glowed as he removed the glove covering his hand that bore the seal of his covenant with Ciel. Sebastian picked up Chêne and sat her in his lap, holding her in an upright sitting position so that her back was leaning against his chest. "This will only take a moment." Sebastian said as he bit into his hand and placed it over Chêne's mouth, making sure his demonic blood dripped into her mouth and down her throat.

"—!?" Ciel said, shocked. "What are you—!?" Chêne's body suddenly tensed, and Sebastian had to hold her in place as her body convulsed. It looked like she was having a seizure.

"It will be over soon." Sebastian said soothingly, smirking victoriously, as his eyes crimson eyes glowed. It was working. Sebastian knew that Chêne's body reacting this way meant that her body had properly absorbed his blood, and her human blood was bonding with his, changing her. Ciel stared, wide-eyed, as Chêne shook violently from her seizure... but just as Sebastian had said (though Ciel wasn't entirely sure whether Sebastian had been talking to him or her) Chêne's body gradually stopped seizing, and she became limp in his arms again. She almost looked like a porcelain doll in the pale moonlight.

"Did it wor—" Ciel started to ask when Chêne's eyes suddenly shot open. Her normally pale mint-green eyes were glowing inhumanly bright, and looked almost electric.

"—!?" Ciel gasped, shocked.

What the hell did Sebastian do...!?