"So, you think the killer is one of the students, then?" Questioned the Phantomhive. He arched an eyebrow as his beau continued eating his ice cream.
"Sure. All of the victims were top students in our class. There's gotta be something going on, there." Replied the Macken before grimacing and rubbing his forehead. "Brain freeze…"
The duo scurried off to an ice cream shop, which was obviously the best place to discuss a murder case. There was whispering being done around them, but it was not on their inaudible conversation. From what the duo could hear, it was from Ciel's appearance. The black suit and eye patch was really off-putting, it seemed, but the children around them seemed absolutely fascinated. Fortunately, parents and other customers opted to stay far enough away that the pair could discuss their work without fear of interruption.
"It's a good idea, but we need further evidence." The bluenette said with a sigh. He put another spoonful of icecream in his mouth while watching the menace attempt to soothe his headache. "Who knew demons got brainfreeze?"
"What? You've never gotten it? You've been around for over a hundred years…"
"I like to savor my ice cream." Ciel said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Snob." Accused the menace before continuing their conversation. "If we want to find more evidence, though, what about the bodies themselves?"
"There were rug burns on their arms, legs, and one cheek on each of them, according to the report." Answered the bluenette. "In addition, they have marks around their throats where the wire cut into the skin. One of them cut in deep enough to draw blood."
"So somebody has blood on their carpet." Alois noted. "Where were they last spotted?"
"The dorms at the college, it seems. They live there."
"Should we check their dorm rooms, then?"
"Micheal already did. He said there was nothing out of the ordinary." The watchdog informed. "Maybe they were killed somewhere else."
"Yeah, but that's the last place they were seen, so another dorm?" questioned Alois, picking up a file and looking inside while balancing his ice cream. His attention quickly shifted, however, as it started to dribble down his hand. "Ack!"
"Eat first, then murder." Chuckled his beau, as the menace tried to lick his hand clean.
"Justice never eats, Ciel."
"Justice is also never covered in ice cream."
"I am a serious detective, Ciel."
"You're a serious boob." The Phantomhive accused, handing the other man a napkin. While his boyfriend was cleaning up, his eye wandered around the restaurant, thinking about the information they had and what to do with it.
It seemed obvious. The killer was in their class, and also lived in the dorms. If that was the case, then who all fit that category? There were twenty students in the room on a good day. How could they narrow it down without raising any suspicions about themselves?
"Doctor Phantomhive!"
Both demons' eyes widened at the voice that called for the bluenette. Their heads turned, and lo and behold, there was a young man in a leather jacket and a trilby tipped forward at an odd angle walking toward them with a bag in his hand. The duo cringed, but still somehow managed to smile. It was forced, but Kyle didn't seem to notice.
"Hello, Brykle." The watchdog said, putting emphasis on the man's last name to insinuate some distance. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting ice cream, of course." The student said. "I bought these books and was going to read them, too. What're you doing with Trancy?"
"We just ran into each other." The menace lied. "What kind of books did you get?" To his absolute horror, the man seemed to take his polite inquiry as an invitation to sit down.
"Well, I got a book on spies during the second world war, one on serial killers, and a manga about a secret organization that hunts vampires!" the trilby-wearing gentleman answered. "That's a Japanese comic book. You probably wouldn't get it."
"I bet." Alois replied with an insincere smiled and a tired look to the bluenette seated next to him. He continued to eat his ice cream as the other student kept talking.
"Hey, did you hear? There might've been a murder on campus, recently." Kyle said. "Do you know anything about it, sir?" he asked the Phantomhive.
"'Friad not." The instructor lied, causing the blonde to grin. "It's probably nothing serious." Alois grin faded quickly as the bluenette gathered his things and stood up. "I'm afraid I have another meeting to attend to. I'll see you both in class."
"Oh, see you, sir!" the human bidded farewell as the Phantomhive ignored him. Alois sat in silent horror as he was left alone with his classmate, trying to figure out an escape route.
"Isn't he cool?" asked Kyle with a grin. "Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot you don't like him..."
"Who said I don't like him?" asked the menace. His brow twitched in annoyance as a nerve was struck. "He's my favourite teacher."
"Huh? But you're always at each other's throats in class!" Brykle stated.
"Looks like your detective skills are off." Jabbed the blonde, biting into his cone.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" gripped the other. "And just how good are you, Trancy?"
"You dream of becoming a detective someday like the ones on TV." The menace replied, looking at the other student's face. "From the fuzz on your face, you have a low testosterone level. The pattern's uneven though… and your skin… You're trying really hard to grow a beard. Let's see… What else… Ah, let me guess… You're single, aren't you?"
"How did you know that?!"
"Oh, I was right, huh?"
"Shut up!"
"Hey, I'm just making deductions, here. Lighten up." Alois said with a shrug. "That stuff was easy. If you're really that touchy about it, though, wash your face and stop putting that shit on it, ditch the fedora and focus on studying instead of looking cool."
"Then how am I supposed to get the girls to notice me?" Kyle asked. "I get a lot of looks in the hallways. Not a lot of them ask me out, but they're probably waiting for me to do that."
"That right?" shuddered the menace, trying his best to think of a way to escape while keeping a straight face.
"I can't find the right one, though." Continued the Brykle. "How's that girl who sits next to you? Sometimes she talks to me after class. What's she like?"
"I dunno. Her name's Laverne, she likes music, but switched to criminal justice to become a lawyer. She used to be in a band or something."
"Eugh… It's a shame… She's fit. I don't want to compete with that, though."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, it should be the man who brings home the bacon, yeah?"
"You're fucking stupid…"Alois said, standing up as he finished off the rest of his cone. He put on his coat before turning to walk away. "Too stupid. You'll never become a detective, if you're that stupid."
"What the fuck?!" demanded the other student, standing up.
"It's a harsh reality, but reality is harsh." The menace said as he walked away, waving at Kyle. "Laters~!"
"Get back here, Trancy!"
"I'm not listening~!" replied the Macken in a sing-song voice as he navigated through the other customers in the restaurant and out into the parking lot. There, the bluenette was waiting for him in the car. The menace shook his head at the watchdog as the man sat in the cold vehicle, rubbing his arms through his coat. Alois quickly trotted over and got inside, turning the ignition key and turning on the heater.
"Sorry, I couldn't get away from him!" the blonde said, turning the vent the Phantomhive's way. "He's like a leech…"
"I understand." The Phantomhive answered. "More importantly, how do we deal with these murders? We've got three women dead, all top students in the class, and not a lot to go on…"
"Wait… All of them were girls?" asked the menace. He paused for a moment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought. "That gives me an idea…"
