December 15th, 2014: the demonic duo had begun formulating a plan that would aid them in capturing "Ceberus", or more than likely, "Simon Says". According to the letter, the attack would begin the next day, so police were quickly mobilizing into action. They were following the bluenette's instructions, searching trains and buses, including stations. Anyone who looked suspicious was also stopped, but it was difficult to tell who could possibly be carrying a bomb, since it was December and everyone was wearing coats and other bulky clothing that anything could be hiding under. The dogs were currently their greatest asset, but it was uncertain as to whether or not they could find everything.
So far, nothing had turned up. They had no bombs and no way to find the source of the threat. All they had was this short little note that they were left with, and perhaps their past experience with Simon Says.
"Should we try thinking like terrorists again?" asked the fair-haired demon, reclining lazily on the uncomfortable couch in the bluenette's office. He looked at the other man as he leaned his head back over the armrest, his bangs hanging out of his face as the blonde waited for an answer. Eventually, the watchdog sighed.
"That's all we really can do, for now." Ciel stated, resting his chin in his palm as the fingers on his free hand tapped idly on the surface of his desk. "If you were going to bomb a bunch of places all at once while waiting on a specific person to either find them or you, where would you hide?"
Alois pondered for a moment, closing his eyes and pursing his lips as he thought. A humming sound escaped him as he formulated his answer. Finally, he said: "Probably somewhere I could monitor you, somehow."
"Alright. That's a good point." His beau replied. "But where would that be?"
"Well, don't subway stations each have like, security cameras and junk?" the menace inquired further, sitting up in his seat. "Streets have them, too. I'd assume they're both hooked up to one, or a couple places."
"So whoever's the one monitoring them normally is…?"
"Dead, probably. Or being used as a 'walking bomb' against their will." It was then that icy blue eyes widened as he looked up at the bluenette. Almost immediately, Ciel understood, but the blonde clarified anyway. "Have any security guards been reported missing, lately?" As soon as he asked, Ciel picked up the phone.
"I don't know, but I can find out." The bluenette answered, dialing Scotland Yard. While he was doing that, the blonde simply waited patiently while he was uncovering the information, thinking about all of the possible outcomes.
Quite frankly, he wasn't too confident in the police's ability to snuff out the bomb threat while they were looking for Simon. Something told him that the bluenette wasn't, either. It was understandable. Humans were only so competent under that sort of infrastructure, and could only do so much. Their bodies and senses were weak. Alois shook his head at the thought. He, too, was human at some point, after all. He was starting to think like Sebastian.
Since they couldn't rely on the police for much, they would have no choice but to attempt and tear out the threat at its roots. Finding the mastermind behind the attack was their best shot at victory. If this little thought of theirs didn't amount to anything, then they would be forced back to square one.
"There is one." Ciel finally said, capturing the attention of the menace as he hung up the phone. Alois sat up on the couch and listened intently. "His name's Davie Moore. He went missing a few days ago, around the same time Simon Says was broken out of prison."
"That can't be a coincidence." Replied the Macken. "Where's his station located?"
"They're finding that out now." Stated the bluenette, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He gave a sigh. "They said they would call back as soon as they found out so we can check it."
"So, what do we do in the meantime?" asked Alois. "Don't tell me we're stuck playing the 'waiting game', are we?"
"I'm afraid so…"
"Uuuuuuuggghhh!" groaned the menace, leaning back so he fell backwards onto the cushions of the notoriously uncomfortable sofa in the bluenette's office. "I hate this part of the case…"
"I feel the same, but there's not much else we can do." Ciel replied. The bluenette leaned forward again, resting his weight on his elbows and folding his hands as he watched the blonde pout. He honestly didn't expect to find "Ceberus" so easily, but simply sitting around and doing nothing seemed like a waste of time.
This whole sequence of events seemed unnecessary from the start, really. Why would Simon Says want to speak with the Phantomhive? Revenge for locking him away? Did he really think achieving revenge on a demon would be that easy? More importantly, how on earth did he manage to escape prison? There was no way that a man like Simon would have been able to escape on his own, even with his technical knowledge.
Security tapes report seeing a figure burst through the wall and grab him. That was the kicker. Simon had help. The bluenette had requested a copy of the security footage to look at, but it hadn't ended up in his hands just yet. The police were so busy running around like headless chickens while trying to mobilise, that they aren't able to focus on information flow. That was a mistake.
A sigh escaped the bluenette's lips as he tried to think. Who on earth was out there that would want to collaborate with Simon Says? Anyone that Ciel could possibly think of was either locked up or dead. That would certainly hinder a revenge plot.
Suddenly, the phone rang, prompting the bluenette to answer it. He listened to the person on the other end speak for a while, occasionally giving input, but inevitably hung up shortly after. Grabbing a memopad from his desk, he quickly jotted something down. His beau seated elsewhere in the room sat up again and looked his way.
"What's new?" questioned the menace, hugging his knees as he sat sideways on the sofa in order to face the other man.
"We found out where that guard was stationed." The bluenette replied, standing up. "The police are going to check it out."
"Then where are you going?"
"To the scene. I'm 'police' too, after all."
"Yeah. You're the 'bad cop'." Jested the menace with a grin. He, too stood up as the Phantomhive put on his coat.
"Well, if Mister Smith wants to see me, it would be rude to simply give him the cold shoulder, wouldn't it?"
"True. Especially with all the trouble he went through to get your attention!"
"I hope he doesn't mind that I'm showing up early." Ciel said as the other demon got ready to leave as well. "I do like to be punctual, you know."
"Indeed. Hopefully he's prepared for our 'visit'."
"For his sake, he should hope so."
A/N: Hahaha, it's almost 3 am...
I wanna update more than once this weekend, dammit!
DON'T LOOK AT ME
Uh... There's a couple questions, soooo...
"Why hasn't Luka ended up making a full transformation into being a demon yet? He's been around for 2 years now (DLTD timeline) and he's only barely got a tail. Alois became a full demon and needed to eat a soul not far into his first year, right? Is it because of his smaller body, or does he just not have a purpose for transforming yet?" by Jman15008
Alois was forced into his demon form by being beaten to the point where a human would have died with a metal baseball bat. He transformed because his body needed to regenerate, and the easiest way to both heal and defend himself is by becoming a demon. It was an accident. Luka is going about it sort of "naturally". I'm not going to beat Luka with anything...
"So when is luka gonna become a sexy rebellious rock and roll teen?" by shanez1998
Luka is ten years old.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~! Hopefully it'll be soon... No promises, tho...
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "For Ciel: What is your favorite flavor of cake? Also, would you eat cake erotically if Alois asked you to? For Alois: Would you like to see Ciel eat cake erotically? I feel that you don't have enough public nose bleeds. So yeah you guys should make a competition out of it, 'Who can make the other the most embarrassed in public via innocently erotic displays' I'm sure you can find a better name." by BigBossandScorpius
Ciel's Answer: "I like chocolate cake and- ... Excuse me? How does one even-? Never mind. Something tells me I don't really want to know..."
Alois' Answer: "I dunno. Maybe? I'm not sure how he'd do that... Oh, and I already sorta do stuff like that anyway to embarrass him. It's really fun! He's so cute when he's flustered! He usually gets me back for it when we're alone, though... It's not fair..."
