The day had come and gone and so did the night, leading into "tomorrow." Ciel had heard that David Belmont's father was already informed that they discovered Skullface's identity by this time, but Richard Belmont was in no trouble. Ciel vouched for him, saying that his reason for keeping it a secret was most likely the same as "Martyr's." It was for his own safety. No one could blame him for that. But right at this moment, that was neither here nor there.

At this particular moment, the head of the Phantomhive household was busily lounging while taking a break from pondering Skullface's imminent demise in favour of playing around on his cell phone. He was just doing things like reading news and such. He couldn't help but look at the local news about crime around London. He also couldn't avoid the bombardment of news about the United States presidential election. It was blatantly obvious to everyone who was going to win and furthermore, he didn't even live in America, so what good did this news do him?

He was pulled out of his thoughts momentarily with a peck to his cranium given to him by his husband as the other man walked by. "Taking a break?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah. I've got nothing, so far. Forcing it won't help, either." the bluenette replied.

"Well, I had an idea, but it's just an idea." his spouse answered. "You might not like it, though."

"Go ahead." Ciel paused in order to sit up straight. "It's not like what I'm doing right now is urgent."

"You sure?"

"Of course. Why won't I like it, though?"

"Well… It might cost you some money..." Alois began to explain. "Quite a bit of money… In repairs..."

"Why?"

"Because, what's the one thing that Skullface needs right now? Money."

"You're suggesting that I give him some money?" inquired the Watchdog with a highly skeptical look on his face.

"No, not at all. But he has tried to get you to give him money in the past, hasn't he?" Alois clarified. "I'm suggesting that you invite his father for a meeting. If he's still got his eyes on big money, he's gonna be looking through his pop's mail. He'll show up, thinking he can brainwash you into forking over everything you have, only for us to come out and- BANG! BANG!" The blonde imitated a gun going off by pointing his finger. "He's dead."

"And you're saying that it'll cost us for repairs in case things get ugly?"

"Yup. He's gonna bring his most loyal subjects, there's no doubt about that. It might get a little messy, so you might have a few bullet holes in one of your offices."

"Right. It can't be just a store. It wouldn't make sense for a CEO to hold a meeting in a toy store, would it?" jested the bluenette. "I would also have to vacate the building, which would mean work time lost."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, but your employees need to stay out of the area in case shit goes down. Also, in case there hear our gunshots." Alois added. "I'm sure if we ask nicely, though, HELLSING would be happy to compensate us."

"That's a lot of money to spend on one person."

"Think of the money they'll spend trying to catch him if we let him get away. Besides, HELLSING's pockets are deeper than you'd think."

"Right. Government commission, combined with the commandeering of a successful wine company, combined with a patent on the most advanced prosthetics known to man as per my advice, I must say that Integra has a most lucrative business."

"You told her to get involved in the robot limb thing?"

"Yes." confessed the Watchdog. He was smug in the way he said it with a slight smirk. Millennium dumped the tech in the middle of London, so why not reverse engineer it and profit? I have no qualms about stealing from Nazis."

"Well, what do you think?" inquired the blonde. "The plan could definitely use work, and if you're not okay with it, we can keep thinking."

"No, I think it's a decent start." Stated Ciel. "If Integra will reimburse me, then I'm alright with it."

"Okay. So we've got a skeleton of a plan. We should probably flesh it out a bit more before we present it."

"Are you going to make a powerpoint?"

"Don't tempt me, devil!" Alois said with a point of his finger while his husband rolled his visible eye. Ciel smiled all the same despite shaking his head at the other demon's silliness.

"Why do you like making powerpoints so much?" he asked with a light chuckle.

"'Cause I'm good at them and the technology is fascinating! You can crap one out in like thirty minutes and it still looks legit! Besides," he paused for dramatic effect, giving his spouse a wink, "It makes me feel 'official'."

"Not only businessmen make powerpoints, Jim. You went to college."

"Don't ruin my fun, Ciel! I build cities!"


A/N:This was painfully short. But, it was better than drawing it out into something I didn't need to. I wanna take a break from plot stuff, tough and take a look at what somebody else is doing. Would that seem weird?

Tell me what you think. Do you think it would be strange if I took a break from the main plot like this? It would be almost completely unrelated. Maybe I do a quick check-up on everybody for a few chapters? Not to draw out the arc or anything, but because I wanna talk about what these other assholes are up to. I miss those guys...

If it seems too sudden, though, I'll just stick to plot.

Though I did get distracted with powerpoints just then... Hmmm...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!