Life went on in the Phantomhive household and another day came. Alois was still happy as ever, especially after dropping out of school. He preferred the productive life of a HELLSING agent and the spokesman of the supernatural cities much better, and finally had the right amount of work for him to manage with his busy life. He and the bluenette both enjoyed working together on a regular basis, although being together every waking moment of the day was simply not possible.

Sometimes, they wished to have some time to themselves and when this happened, one of them simply moved work to a laptop and moved to a different room. It didn't mean that they didn't like each other. It was simply a way they maintained a healthy relationship as both understood the need to be by oneself. Sometimes, Alois would go down to visit Kristopherson or Daniel in Gehenna and sometimes Ciel would do the same with Travis or Detective Bailey senior. Elizabeth still came around every Thursday afternoon and the family socialised together, sometimes going out to do something together. Their lives were not one, but two, and both men simply shared them with one another. It was a system that suited them well over the years they've been seeing each other.

This was one such moment as the menace had the office to himself while his beau was off doing whatever it is a man like Ciel does on his own. Resting his elbow on the table with his chin in his palm, the man clicked through files he was sent by the design department that contained possible posters to be used to push the idea of construction and to advertise that there was space to live elsewhere. It was propaganda and Alois knew it was propaganda, but didn't mind it, as it was correct information. Personally, he preferred the posters that pushed the idea of "adventure" which is something that many Gehennans yearned for. He had to be careful, however, as they couldn't have the entire population fleeing for new pastures. It was very important to maintain a positive image of the project both for support and to improve the chances of potential trade between the towns.

It was a small job, but it was something that needed to be done. He took notes for the designers to send back to them at a later time with he's picked out his favourites before the door to the office opened. At first, he figured that the bluenette was either tired of being by himself, or needed something, but to his surprise, it was neither as he came in on a tangent.

"Look at this!" Ciel instructed, holding up his smartphone as he barged in. "How incompetent can you get?! One man! He's just one man!"

"I can't see it if you keep flailing it around like that." the menace replied, holding out a hand so that the other could hand him the device. After the Watchdog regained his composure, he took a deep breath and showed it to the other.

"This." he said, revealing the news article.

"'Sudoku Killer escapes prison'?!" read off the menace before looking up. "What the fuck?! How do you not keep in one guy?!"

"Apparently, he had help." Ciel explained. "He convinced a bunch of other inmates to help him kill a guard, but as soon as he had their uniform, he abandoned them."

"I remember him being good at convincing people to kill." Alois replied as he skimmed the article. "Beck Garrett… Huh, I forgot his actual name after all these years… Sounds like a prick..."

"Well, people who murder prison guards and go on serial killing sprees tend to be that way."

"True." the menace replied, pointing at his spouse with a finger gun. "Dunno what we can do about it. The Yard is onto him, but we can't do anything until they decide that they need us."

"He could be in France by now, for all we know. Couple more borders jumped, and he's home free."

"Shit..."

"I want to do something about this." the Watchdog stated, leaning over and placing his hands on the surface of the desk. "I can make some phonecalls, but..."

"But?"

"I want to know if you're interested." To that, the blonde smiled just a tiny bit. "It was our very first case together."

"Oh, baby..." cooed the fair-haired Phantomhive while passing the other his phone back. "How can I resist? The Sudoku Killer part two? A sequel? I'd give my entire paycheck for that."

"I'll make the call, then." Ciel said before reaching over and picking up the phone. As he sat on the desks surface, he hesitated.

"What is it?"

"I have no idea who to call..."

"Well, why not start with Integra?"

"Integra has no jurisdiction over non-paranormal matters."

"Uh… Sir Midford?"

"Rupert doesn't, either..."

"Well, there's Mike..." suggested Alois, running out of names, only for the bluenette to shake his head.

"Juniour is in the homicide business. I don't think they'll be putting him on something like this."

"Dunno, then." the menace continued. "Guess we got to wait, then."

With an anxious sigh, the blue Phantomhive put the phone back on the receiver. After that he sat up straight and pat his thighs before sighing again. He seemed dejected- like he was trying not to feel cheated out of something. Indeed, it was a personal case, as it was the very first case that he and his spouse completed together. In fact, the pair weren't even in love yet at the time. Of course he wanted the case to remain closed. The same went for Alois, but if he wasn't permitted to, he wasn't going to. That's one of the duo's main differences. Not everything can be solved with money and connections.

"Fine..." Ciel finally said with conspicuous amounts of reluctance. "I guess I can wait. Surely they don't think they can keep me out of it long, though..."

"You'd be surprised at the buffoonery of the bureaucracy. It's quite something." the menace replied. "Just remember, it's not a murder case."

"Yet."

"What makes you think he'll kill again?"

"A hunch." the bluenette said. "Remember how badly he wanted to be caught? He's a narcissist. He can't bare not being the center of everything for long. In fact, he'll probably leave us hints to help find him."

"Yeah, that sounds about right for him." Alois answered. "Criminals like him are nice, though. Not a lot of effort in catching them."

"He and his thugs beat you bloody with a baseball bat..."

"Let them try it now, though."

"Yeah… They'd probably dent the bat over your head before having their teeth knocked in."

"Precisely." the menace stated, still watching the other look pitiful. "Has your day been ruined?"

"A little..." admitted the Watchdog. "I want my criminals to stay in prison. Or in the ground. Either one is fine. And I'm not allowed to fix it until I'm asked to… It's saddening..."

"I don't know what to do to help you..."

"I don't either… Maybe I'm just itching for a fight?"

"Well, it's been what? About a month? Is it possible for you to go that long without roughing someone up?"

"I don't know. I think I might die." jokingly replied the blue Phantomhive with a playful smile. "How will I survive, going so long without punching something."

"I'm sure you'll find a way." answered Alois, shutting his laptop. "Maybe after you're done rubbing your butt on my desk?"

Ciel stood up and shook his head. "Am I not allowed to sit here anymore?"

"No. You can't sit with us."

"How cruel… I've been rejected..."

"Boo hoo, what ever shall you do?" teased the menace with a nasty smirk. His eyebrows raised as his spouse pointed at him.

"There's seat right there." Ciel jested in return, earning a suggestive whistle. The expression on Alois' face indicated to him that there was another meaning to his joke that he himself missed. Bashfully, he explained: "Your lap. I meant I could sit in your lap."

"I know, love. I know what you mean exactly..."

"Oh, get off it."

"I thought you wanted to get on it?"

"Is their something the matter with you?" questioned the Watchdog. "You've been awfully suggestive lately."

"Well, it is spring."

"Are you saying you're an animal?"

To that question, the menace raised his hands like claws and roared in response. All his husband could do was roll his visible eye while Alois looked up at him with a toothy grin. The blonde then rested his chin in the palms of his hands and questioned the Watchdog.

"Hey, Ciel," he began. "You wanna go on a date with me?"

Pursing his lips, Ciel thought and nodded. "Sure." he said. "Now or later?"

"Anytime. Now is good."

"Where do you want to go?" the bluenette asked.

"Dunno… I just wanna… Y'know, hang out, have fun together. Just the two of us."

"We could drive around and decide on the way." suggested Ciel.

"Sounds perfect." Alois replied as he stood up. Leaning over his desk, he reached across and grabbed his husband's tie, gently pulling him close enough for their lips to meet.

"Make yourself real pretty for me." he instructed with a playful smile before patting the other's cheek with his free hand.

"Are you challenging me?"

"If I say 'yes', how cute will you look?"

"Very."

"Then yes." the blonde said while the two of them leaned in for another peck. Ciel's hand clasped over the other's and gently motioned for him to let go of his tie.

"I should go get started, then." he stated, straightening his back. "Look forward to it."

"You know I will."


A/N: My writing style is "cut off at awkward locations just to get shit posted." Sorry it took me so long, I had school stuff to write. It was (not) fun.

My bad, my bad...

It feels weird not updating for a couple days. What's up with that? I wanna update all the time. Always.

I have a problem lately of wanting stories of random ass people's lives in both HELLSING and in Gehenna or other places. Just ordinary residents. What goes on in their worlds? Unfortunately, with most things DLTD, I have to write them, and I don't have time for all of that... Also I don't waaaannnnaaaaa... I need more DLTD... I need it...

So, my question is: how many of you have DLTD OCs? I'm curious. Tell me about them, if you want.

Hateful question of the day... Maybe that should be a segment? I always have questions for the readers. Always. Usually I forget to write them down tho *sobs*

Well, that's all I have for this time... Back to work.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Revy, why don't you call Alois 'Jim' like Luka does?" by whoops a doosey

Revy: "I dunno. Never really thought about it. Just doesn't suit him, I guess?"