The ride to Scotland Yard headquarters was both pleasant, but unbearable for both demons. While Ciel was guilty over savouring this brief moment of closeness with the menace, Alois was feeling both a sense of enjoyment and unease. Riding on the back of a motorcycle with another man like this was not supposed to be nice. It was the feeling of enjoying something he knew he shouldn't and that he should instead be feeling repulsion toward.
But he didn't. Alois' face was hot and his heart beat fast as he held onto Ciel, wearing the man's coat without his knowledge, as far as he knew. Sometimes, the blonde would loosen his grip out of fear of making things awkward for the Watchdog, but when he did, Ciel noticed and took a hand off the steering in order to secure him in place again. To Alois' surprise, the bluenette didn't mind in the slightest, and even more alarming, the gesture made him happy.
What was wrong with him? He hardly remembered Ciel, but there was this bizarre attraction to him. His mind would focus on aspects of the Phantomhive's appearance- his long lashes, his deep blue eye, his strong jaw, his voice, and most concerningly, Ciel's physique. It made him feel confused and that upset him. To be fair, it wasn't all physical. Ciel was kind to him, even if he was distant at first. The bluenette seems to be the kind to feel without telling others out of fear of inconveniencing or making them upset. He is knowledgeable and makes Alois feel important. The fact remained, however, that the menace had absolutely no idea what to make of him and decipher how that related back unto himself.
Ciel was no better. Guilt affected him in that he believed that it wasn't right for him to treat Alois affectionately when the blonde's memories of them together were gone. It wasn't right for him to long for Alois, as the menace may not hold him in the same regard as he once did ever again. Perhaps he wouldn't fall in love with him twice, and as much as Ciel told himself that he would support the other if he did, the Watchdog couldn't help but feel saddened by the thought. Similarly, he couldn't help that he was still in love with Alois and missed him. Really, there was nothing wrong with this, but as always, the bluenette was overthinking things.
As tempted as he was to go the long way in order to preserve this moment, his restraint was still holding fast. Thus, they arrived at headquarters in a timely fashion. Parking the vehicle, they both got off and rid themselves of their helmets, both not looking directly at the other in hopes of concealing the truth that lied on each of their faces.
Once they entered the building, however, things were business as usual. Part of Alois held a fondness for the building. He recalled the first time he ever set foot in it. As he did, he inserted Ciel where the memory became unclear, and lo and behold, it was just as it was now. Ciel was the one who brought him there first. Yes, Ciel was his gateway into working as an agent.
His thoughts lingered on this all the way to the evidence room. He was so preoccupied, that he almost ran into Ciel when the bluenette stopped to open the door. Beyond it was detective Michael Bailey, the lesser-liked of the Bailey detectives, but the one who was still working. The man was sitting on a table with his arms crossed as he turned his head to face the demons. As always, he frowned.
"What took you so long?" the grouchy, mortal detective asked. "You're usually faster than this."
"My apologies, Bailey, but one can only clean blood out of the trunk of a car so fast." Ciel answered sarcastically, earning a poorly stifled giggle from the menace. He was obviously lying, but Michael was not amused.
"I don't want to know about the sort of nonsense that you get into when you're not here." the detective said. "As long as you catch whoever did this, none of it concerns me."
"And 'this' would be..?" questioned Alois while raising an eyebrow.
"This." Bailey said, handing the duo a file. "Jacob Ainsley, former p.e. instructor at Warwick Academy. As you know, he's recently been involved in a certain scandal at the school."
"I take it he's our victim?" asked the bluenette.
"I'm not really sure if that's a problem, to be honest." said the menace.
"Yeah, I don't really mind if paedophiles are being targeted." agreed the bluenette, earning a nod from his partner.
"We don't know if it was a specific target, but a man is dead." Micheal stated. "He washed up on the Thames. In the file, there's a list of his injuries and photographs."
"'Carefully cut arteries on the wrists, legs, and neck...'" Ciel listed off, holding the file open while his partner read over his shoulder. "What's this? It's like he's been stabbed through the neck and into his mouth."
"His jaw is dislocated, too." Bailey replied. "He was killed methodically and precisely. Like a Jack the Ripper, but with paedos instead of hookers."
"Still an improvement." the Watchdog replied, wishing to drop the subject. "Anything else we need to know?"
"Well, he didn't drown." Michael answered. "He died from blood loss. Looks like he was drained."
"That certainly is suspicious..." the bluenette trailed off while thinking.
"Most violent deaths are." Alois quipped.
"True."
"So will you take the case or not?" Bailey asked.
"Naturally." the Watchdog stated. "We'll be taking our leave, now."
"See ya 'round, Juniour~!" chimed in the blonde, waving at the human before following his partner. As they walked out of the building, they discussed the case. It was odd, but very familiar. Alois felt perfectly comfortable while talking to Ciel, making silly quips along the way.
"So what d'ya think, boss man?" he asked as the two of them walked back to the parking garage.
"Could be vampires." Ciel said. "Or just a sick bastard."
"Think we should go check out the vamps, anyway?"
"Definitely. We'll go talk to Baldassare about it."
"Ugh, not Babyface..." groaned the menace, prompting Ciel to chuckle.
"He's abhorrent, I know, but if a vampire is up to no good, he'll know about it." the bluenette said with a smile as he glanced the other's way. It was closer to what Alois was looking for, but it was still not the luminous grin in the photo, much to the blonde's disappointment. It seems to be something that takes time.
"I guess…" Alois replied. "So… Are we just going home, or what?"
"There's not much else for us to do right now. We should wait until night to see Babyface." Ciel informed. "Is there anything else that you want to do while we're out?"
"Not really, but it seems like a shame. I haven't gone anywhere but school in a while."
"We could drive around until you get an idea."
"Sounds good." replied the blonde as they approached the motorcycle. Ciel reached for the blonde's helmet and handed it to Alois. Pausing, Alois hesitated. He didn't take it right away.
"Wait, I've been meaning to say something, but your jacket is really tight." Alois informed, pointing to the other's chest. "I think that might actually be mine. This one I've got on is too big."
"Huh… Probably..." answered the Watchdog. He didn't sound observant, but rather, a bit disappointed. He was, in a way. After all, he too, kept the other's garment for a reason similar to that of the menace. It was one of the last items belonging to Alois that he had in his possession and it had the blonde's scent on it, even if it was fading.
Still, he couldn't lie to Alois. Thus, he did the right thing and removed the coat in order to return it to it's rightful owner. Once it was off, he was hit by cold air, but soon, it was alleviated when he donned his own coat, which had been warmed by the menace.
Alois did the same. While the blonde's coat wasn't as cozy to him as his partner's, it fit better, and smelled like Ciel, too. As creepy as he felt it to be, he liked it. He was aware that he liked it. It couldn't be hidden from himself any longer. His feelings for Ciel were indeed strange- perhaps too strange to be that of a friend. Regardless of this acknowledgment, it was one that he did not want to accept. Still, if was difficult with his arms around Ciel's waist, holding onto him on the back of his bike. While he couldn't accept it, Ciel already had, but that didn't help the blonde's predicament. Alois didn't know if Ciel would accept him. He didn't know if anyone would. Most of all, he felt guilty about the way he felt, unknowing that the object of his affections felt the same way since long ago.
A/N: I had trouble typing toward the end, as I have eaten more pizza than a human really should. I feel terrible...
I was supposed to be working today... I have a presentation due Monday and I don't even know what I'm gonna do it on. I have to talk about an art piece of my choosing... Probably just gonna go through my Graffiti art book...
No hablo en español muy bien. Necesito un diccionario. No puedo escribir en oranciones complicadas.
I feel like most of that is wrong, but doubt is my biggest weakness when it comes to this class. The writing is easier than the speaking. Mostly because being asked to answer questions and speak in public is like kryptonite to me. I suffer severely from "I had it right the first time!" syndrome.
I probably won't update tomorrow, since I really need to do my damn homework, but I'll do my best to update soon!
I feel like things are progressing too fast anyway, so I need to think... Tell me what you guys think, because I don't really know. Is this pace okay? Are we good?
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
