Oh, it's been a while. You might not remember me by now, but I'm Travis. I'm friends with Ciel, Alois, Daniel, and the others, but I don't really talk much. Sometimes, I'd just rather listen. I've always liked stories, but I haven't really ever thought about telling them.

My mum owns a jewelry company, but is also a fairly popular author of romance novels. I've never really got them, but she seems to like it. Unfortunately, I got my looks from my dad, who's a professional wrestler. I always walk around with a mean expression on my face, but somehow, that came in handy today.

I've been trying to write a book. When you're surrounded by interesting people, how could I not want to? There's demons, grim reapers, werewolves and vampires, and I've made acquaintance with at least one of each and all of them go on real-life adventures, like James Bond or somebody. There's always some idea coming from that, and I just can't seem to shake them anymore. Being there in the middle of it all sort of had an influence on that.

Ciel and Alois said it was fine if I base my characters off of them as long as I don't hint at them being associated at all. So, in the end, I'm writing a story about supernatural spies. It's a little difficult, since I'm not too familiar with some of the details of their work, but that's where the "fiction" part comes in, right?

Lately, though, I've been having trouble with fight scenes. So, Ciel suggested that I go watch some people fight, or learn how, myself. Somehow, I ended up at a gym with Kristopherson.

Kris goes pretty regularly. You can tell by how toned he is, when you actually look past the pastel-coloured outfits of his. He tried explaining to me what all of the machines did, but I still didn't really get it. Maybe that's why I'm not as in shape!

Instead of wasting much more time on that, he pointed me in the direction of the part of the gym that does boxing, since that's what I came for. After that, we both separated to each do our own thing. Kris would go work out, and I would go watch people box. When he was done, he would come find me and we'd leave. Until then, though, I would sit off to the side and take notes, trying to figure out how exactly the boxers did what they were doing.

Some of them were really fast, while some of them were slower, but sturdier. Others just went down straight away without much of a fight. They looked like they were good with other newbies, but up against the regulars, they never stood a chance. It was always kind of funny to watch them put on airs before the match and then try to shift the blame afterwards.

It took a few days to figure out all of that, but I did. I still didn't know how exactly they were moving like they did. I didn't think I could get a good description from this, while I eventually managed to get the scene blocked out in my head. I tried to remember what it was like in the couple of scuffles that I've been in in the past, but I'm not a professional in the slightest.

There's this one girl, though, who's really good. She shows up almost every day around the same time, and beats guys who're either around her size, and sometimes bigger. She always takes out the newbies in one- maybe two punches, if they're lucky.

She's pretty, with light brown skin and hair of a darker shade. Her smile is haughty in the ring, but genuinely playful while she isn't fighting. We go to the same school, believe it or not; she always shows up in a hoodie from our uni. Kristopherson would cry. Occasionally, she'll look over toward my little corner with a confused expression before returning to whatever she was doing. Today, I finally figured out why.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked, towering over me from where I sat on the floor. She bent over at the waist and looked over the crumpled papers around me from my many botched attempts at writing.

"Writing." I told her. "I'm trying to write a book."

"At a gym?" She didn't seem too convinced. Come to think of it, I guess it was a bit weird. "Wouldn't a library be a better place to do that?"

"I'm trying to write a fight scene." I said. "I've been in only one or two, so I'm not really sure how to put it into words."

"Why don't you, y'know, box or something?" the girl asked. "You come in here almost once a week, and I've never seen you box once. What's with that? Wouldn't it be easier if it were fresh in your head?"

"I don't have anybody to box with. Besides, I don't know how."

"Then come on, I'll show ya." She said, holding out a hand to me. It took me a minute to tell if she was serious or not, but from the look she gave me; yeah, she was.

Now, the last time that I had been in a fight was at that castle when we were trying to rescue Ciel, and before that, I roughed up Cameron a bit at camp. I'm not really a fighter. That's my dad's thing, even though he's retired. I would have just asked him, but he hurt his back when he was still working, and can't do the moves anymore, and his explanations didn't make much sense. I was kind of scared to follow this girl and try to box with her, since I know she's good. I haven't seen her take down a guy my size, but I know she could.

Before I could find a way to weasel out of it, she took my arm and forced me to stand up before dragging me over to the ring. Soon I had on mitts and headgear and so did she. Then she told me the rules. Punching is allowed, kicking is allowed, but only above the waist. No elbows or knees. That was it.

I was nearly scared half to death when she threw her first punch. I put my arms in front of my face to protect myself, but then she punched me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. Now, I knew she was tough, but I didn't think she'd make me fall to my knees like that. My stomach and lungs hurt as I coughed. Thank God she didn't hit me again. She just looked at me with a confused face and squatted down to get on my level.

"You alright?" she asked. I coughed a few more times and nodded. "Wow, you really haven't been in a fight." She paused for a second before asking: "Sorry, I hit you, and I never even learned your name."

"It's Travis." I told her, clearing my throat. "Travis Sullivan." The girl's immediate reply consisted of her standing up and grabbing my wrist again to pull me up, too. She didn't let go of it right away, but she shook it while she introduced herself.

"Well, 'Travis Sullivan', my name's Patricia." She dropped my wrist. "Patricia Ramirez. Or, Pat, Patty, whatever floats your boat. And next time, don't hesitate to throw a punch. You'll never know how to fight like that."

Patricia started to walk away, hopping over the ropes and walking to collect her things. She turned around for a moment to yell at me. She said: "Come back in we'll box again if you want to suck less!"

She seems nice. I think I made a friend.


A/N: Yeah, I went off-topic, but it'll all tie back in maybe, hopefully, I don't really know.

I just wanted to write in this character in finally because I've had her for ages... Also, we haven't really checked in with Travis, yet, so we needed that.

Oooh man, there was somethin' I wanted to talk about, here, but I totally forgot what it was!

GUH.

Eh, questions?

"For: Hate-chan, how does it feel writing something out of character? Is it easy?" by Guest

Yeah, but it's excruciatingly painful because it's just so bad. In-character is easier. Once you know the "rules" of how a character works, it's really easy to figure out what they'd do in a situation.

"Hateweasel! Question, are you planning a sequel to DLTP?"

Not yet! I have no idea how DLTP is even gonna end yet!

"do you ever worry that you may be giving people ideas to murder?" by BlazeingEcho

Not really. To pull half this stuff off, you'd need to be a police officer, or a government official, and possibly have supernatural powers. These murders aren't that clever, either, so I'd suggest looking elsewhere. Try tumblr.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "To William: Do all reapers that are not retired have to reap souls? Is there some special way they have to stop?" by Auraheart

William's Answer:"There are many other divisions within the dispatch that do not harvest souls, so no."

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Question: "Question for Luka: How long is your tail now? Can you pick stuff up with it? Also, Luka do you think of Sebastian as a father figure? Would you call him father or dad? And question for Revy how do you see the rest of the 'Family'? I know your older than Luka so maybe you're not as adapting? (Is that the word? *Shrugs*) Do you see Alois and Ciel as brothers to you and Sebastian as a father figure?" by BlazeingEcho

Luka's Answer: "It's not very long. It's still just a little stub, so I can't do much with it. It feels funny when I sit! I guess Sebastian's kind of like a dad, but I don't think I'd call him that 'cause he's not."

Revy's Answer: "Actually, it was easy to get used to stuff, so I guess I might not have died that long ago, or something. The hardest part was getting used to the 'family'... They're weird. They're STILL weird. I guess Sebastian is kind of like a dad, and Alois is kinda like a brother. Ciel's kind of like that awkward in-law or something, still, though. He's really cool, but he's hard to talk to."

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Question: "For Alois and Ciel: Are you going to help Amelie and Charlotte plan the wedding, if so what are your ideas?" by WaffleslikeDoitsu

Ciel's Answer: "I can get them a few things set up, but I have no idea how to plan that sort of thing..."

Alois' Answer: "Sure! I'll do what I can! Maybe I can get the others to help..."

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Question: "What would your reaction be to meeting Alucard? For Ciel and Sebastian; what are your opinions on Alucard since you've met him already" by RedRoset

Ciel's Answer: *shudders*

Sebastian's Answer: "Disgusting."

Alois' Answer: "I'd probably be pretty goddamn terrified!"

The rest: "What's an Alucard?"