The game had begun. Simon Says had begun scattering his bombs and they were attached to people whom the duo would have never expected. Now they either had to find Simon, or diffuse the bombs; which ever came first. Their search, however, did not take them to comb London at first. Instead, it took them to 8-10 Broadway, London SW1H 0BG, United Kingdom.

The Phantomhive demons briskly walked down the halls of the Scotland Yard building to the interrogation room. They had acquired a very useful witness to the case, but had yet another problem. She was the older sister of one of their friends, a human who knew nothing of the duos police and Round Table affiliations, or of their demonity. Moreover, her emotional state was a bit fragile at that moment.

She sat meekly in her chair in the interrogation room. Her hands were on her knees as she stared down at the cup of tea placed in front of her by officers. Anastasia's appearance was a mess, with her ponytail fallen, now loosely hanging down on the blanket that rested over her shoulders. Her brown eyes had dark circles around them and lacked any spark. She was stunned. No one ever expects to somehow land themselves in the middle of a terrorist plot. It was a lot to take in.

Anastasia sat alone in that room for some time, but then the door was opened by an officer in full uniform, letting in the demonic duo before exiting and leaving the three alone. Ciel calmly took the seat across from the girl as the menace stood behind him with his hands behind his back. Although their suits were dirty from the blast of the explosion, they still maintained their air of professionalism. After a few moments of that, Ciel finally broke character and asked:

"Are you alright?" The girl seated in front of him looked up slightly, still keeping tightly drawn into herself.

"More or less." She replied. "I'm alive, so that's a start." She attempted at a joke. She laughed quietly to herself, almost hysterically. It was a common symptom of shock.

"You've had a rough day…" Alois said. "We don't have much time, though. We need you to tell us everything you know about the people who strapped that bomb to you."

"You don't think I'm one of them, do you?" inquired the Miles.

"No, we just think you were somehow unlucky enough to get involved." Ciel answered. "We don't think you wanted to blow yourself up at all."

Anastasia sat up a bit. "Thanks." She said with a small smile. "I'm not sure what to tell you… It's sort of unbelievable… I was out minding my own business, and all of a sudden, this guy in a weird devil costume comes out of nowhere and hits me over the head. At least, I think that's what happened… I blacked out."

"Devil costume?" echoed the menace. "What's that about?"

"I don't know… That's what it looked like, though." The woman replied. "He had a cape and horns on his motorcycle helmet and everything. It was bizarre."

Ciel jotted that down on a memopad he had somehow produced from his coat before asking: "And then what happened? Do you remember?"

"I woke up somewhere." Anastasia replied. "I don't know where. The devil-guy was there, and a few others. There was a girl- at least I think she was a girl; she was wearing a skirt- with like, the mask for some sports mascot on her head. It was a rabbit. There were a few less-bizzarre characters there, but I can't really remember much about them since they weren't as strange. There were other people too in the room I was kept in, too. Some of them were knocked out, and some of them were awake. I stayed there for I think a couple hours before bunny-girl came for me and they put the vest on me. From there, some other guy shoved me into a car and dropped me off at the station and told me I had to get on the train and ride it until he said so."

"What the fuck kind of story is that?" asked the blonde. "I mean, what kind of crazy characters are we up against, anyway?"

"I don't know…" the Miles woman said, hanging her head again. "It's like I said… One minute I'm on a street, and next thing I know, I'm in an apartment building on the East end…"

"Tell us more about that." The bluenette stated. "What kind of apartment was it?"

Anastasia shrugged. "Shady." She said. "The kind of place you wouldn't go if you wanted to escape with all your limbs. I've never been to that part of the city before… It was almost deserted…"

"Any landmarks?"

"No…" she answered. "The only thing I really remember about the place was that I kept seeing posters everywhere, when they walked me out."

"What did they say?" inquired the bluenette. Perhaps if they were advertising something local, they could narrow down their search even further.

"Well… One of them said something like, 'Beware the Watchdog' on it…" replied the woman. "Another one said something like: 'For Your Safety, Always Mind Curfew' and had a crest on it… The same crest showed up on other posters, too…"

"What did it look like?" questioned Ciel. He turned the memopad to a blank page before sliding it across the table to the girl. "Can you show me?"

With that, Anastasia nodded before picking up the pencil and starting to draw. She was surprisingly good, but then again, she was the daughter of a fashion designer, and the brother of another one. Quickly, the pencil moved across the page.

"It was red…" she said. "And black…" The Miles woman drew a picture of a shield that was divided into fourths. The top right and bottom left were shaded in, but the bottom right had a picture of a chess piece inside of it. It was a rook. "I can't remember what it said in the last square." Added Anastasia. "Something about God. I remember that this rectangle at the top said 'Hellsing' or something in it in big letters. It was yellow."

The demonic duo looked at each other for a moment. A grin appeared on the blonde's face while the bluenette managed to keep it down to a small smile. They both mutually understood what that meant.

"We know where that is." Spoke the Phantomhive. He stood up and the girl who was still seated handed him his notepad. "Thank you, Anastasia. You've been a great help."

"Please, call me 'Anna'." The Miles girl replied. "It's not a problem. You saved my life. It's the least I could do. I'm a bit surprised, though. I had no idea you two were cops, now." As Ciel put his belongings back in his coat, the girl looked up with a determined look.

"You hunt down those bastards and throttle them." She continued. To that, the duo smiled.

"Now that, we can do." Said the blonde. "Don't you worry about a thing. We'll take care of it. You just go home and get some rest, alright?" He followed the bluenette out of the room, leaving the girl on her own to be escorted out by another officer. Watching them, she chuckled to herself.

"You two haven't changed a bit…"


A/N: Nice. I bet most of you have an idea of where this is going...

...or do you?

Ah... I needed to get a lot more done today, but I didn't. Tomorrow, I'll have to mat these art pieces, and I really don't wanna...

I'm not gonna get into the art program, so this portfolio I'm putting together is just sort of me giving them the finger.

"You've got no drive" the head of the program said, the same week I learned how to drive a manual transmission in three days so that I could make it to school...

He's a hack... His art's shit, so I ain't even bovvered... You really can't negotiate with that. This other field I'm gonna try to get into makes more cash, anyway~!

Whoa, I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant... Sorry about that. I'm just kinda pissed off at it.

The stuff they said... It's like they slapped my baby with a hand they used to wipe their ass...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "To the demonic duo: do you watch BBC Sherlock? Do you see any paralles between the characters on the show and people you know in reality?" by Blonde Sunflower lover

Ciel's Answer: "It's rubbish."

Alois' Answer: "It's really pretty, and the murders are interesting, but the main character's kind of a twat, isn't he? He's annoying and it kinda ruins it..."

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Question: "Luka, if you could have any starter Pokemon from any of the generations, which one would you choose?" by Scarlett Warrior

Luka's Answer: "Either Oshawott or Snivy 'cause they remind me of big brother and Ciel! Don't tell Jim, but I kinda like Oshawott more..."