An ominous glow enveloped the bluenette as he was driven into the special zone via H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. truck. The demon was freshly recovered and furious. The look that had subconsciously formed on his face was starting to frighten the driver as he contemplated what exactly he was going to do. This was obviously a trap. He wasn't entirely sure how, but he was certain. Nothing in life is this easy.
He would be going alone to confront the menace, but would have back up hidden closely behind him. They were close to the border of London and the smaller village inside of it. That was where Alois was stationed, so various supernatural troops sat stationed nearby. Some were on the outside, while some were inside. They weren't going to let Cerberus get away.
When he arrived at the building in question, he exited the vehicle before it drove away, momentarily gazing upward at the structure while his transport escaped to a safe distance. Ciel then walked up to the fire escape and started climbing. He wasn't about to waltz in the front door and possibly get locked in.
The coldness of the metal railing seeped through his glove, indirectly chilling his hand. His breath was visible and the blistering winds that only increased as he made his ascent felt as though they were cutting into his flesh. This time, he would finish it. Alois would be back in his arms. The menace was undoubtedly frozen from being up there for so long. Ciel could sense his presence at the end of the steps, and when he finally made it, it was confirmed.
Alois stood stationary with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His mask was still on, as was the amulet around his neck. Slowly, his beau set foot on the ice and snow-covered roof. They said nothing as they simply stared at one another—the only sound being heard was the sound of wind howling as it clawed at the flesh of their faces and ears.
At last, Ciel couldn't bear it anymore. He hesitantly took the first step; snow crunching beneath his feet as he approached the immobile menace. One foot in front of the other, he stepped inside the pentagram and stood before Alois, face to face.
"Jim…" he uttered softly, extending his hand in order to grab the amulet around the other demon's neck. His fingers brushed the cold, smooth metal. Imagine the shock he must have felt when the menace suddenly moved, roughly swiping his hand away.
Ciel's eye widened at the action and was thrown off balance momentarily by the violent gesture. His beau then brought a leg around, spinning his whole body before digging his heel into the bluenette's back, forcing a guttural grunt to escape the Phantomhive as he was sent flying off the roof. Obviously, Alois hadn't held back.
"GUH!" let out the watchdog as he landed on yet another roof. As he tried to get up, he saw just how far he had traveled. There were now several buildings between the two. It wouldn't last long, however, as he saw the blonde charging toward him.
Alois quickly closed the distance between them, jumping into the air and cocking back his fist. Without time to think or dodge, Ciel's arms shot up in front of him, catching the impact of the man's blow. Despite his firm stance, the ice beneath his feet betrayed him, sending him soaring once more, this time out of bounds. He flew over the fence that divided the Glen with the rest of the city, his body smacking into the ground outside.
That was cruel. The menace hadn't even given him the chance to recover. It was wise in battle, but the bluenette surely didn't deserve it. It didn't matter. This wasn't "his" Alois anymore. Ciel stood up, trying to ignore the aching in both arms. His bones were most likely bruised. It would heal quickly, but if the menace attacked him again, he might not have the chance to do so.
Once again, Blackjack came after him. This time, he landed in front of the bluenette, taking out his weapons and taking aim. Quickly, Ciel's legs force him to move; running from the hail of bullets that the former-blonde released before reloading. Blackjack continued moving as he did, running almost parallel to the other. Soon, Ciel ran out of room as he approached another building blocking his path, to which the menace responded by kicking him again.
This was bad. Alois was just going to keep hitting and hitting the bluenette without letting up. As much as Ciel didn't want to fight back, it looked as though he was going to have to. Getting up once more, when the blonde charged him, he took a fighting stance. He prepared to strike when the menace did, preparing himself for impact that never came.
"Ciel…" the menace called, snapping the watchdog to attention. Alois froze, standing directly in front of him. His tone was sad. It was more than enough to coax Ciel to lower his fist.
"Ji-"
BAM! The moment Ciel showed hesitation he was met with a fist to the face. He should have none better, but he was hopeful. He wasn't anymore as he tumbled down the steps into a metro station. Blood dripped from his nose and lip as he laid there, taking in what just happened. The people around him were stunned. There were humans here. Oh no. He couldn't fight Alois here.
It didn't matter as the menace casually walked down the steps. He reached into his coat and pulled out one of his guns, raising it into the air. Screams were heard all around the bluenette as Alois fired three shots overhead.
"LEAVE!" roared the onyx lion. He was met with immediate obedience at the action. People flooded out of the station as he put his gun back in its place. It was empty in a flash, leaving only the two demons.
"Jim…" the bluenette said in a pleading voice as he got himself back up on his feet. He didn't want to fight Alois. Suddenly, the lights flickered, shrouding them both in darkness for a few seconds. In that time, the menace had managed to be almost right on top of his beau.
"Now we're all alone…" Blackjack said in a soft voice. It made the watchdog angry.
That was Alois' voice being used. That was Alois' body. Alois was being used as a tool in order to bring the watchdog to his knees. Clenching his fists, anger bubbled up inside the Phantomhive as his love's voice echoed in his ears. It taunted him. Ciel needed to save his beloved. He was right in front of him. Yet somehow, the bluenette was powerless.
Fear and frustration overwhelmed the Phantomhive as he wanted to fight back. He cocked back his fist and bared his teeth, preparing to unleash a flurry of attacks on the menace until he could yank that wretched collar off of the Macken. He didn't though. He couldn't.
Ciel's eyes widened as he suddenly found himself trapped. There was an arm around his waist and a hand on his cheek. The most concerning thing, however, were the lips currently pressed against his own.
