Disclaimer- I Don't Own Kuroshitsuji, only the delightful madness of my OC

Sorry for not updating enough, I've been busy with other things… really busy it seems. I haven't updated for the longest ime…..

On another note, another gave me the permission to use her OC… seems as though we're doing that … well, it's Len if anyone was wondering, and she belongs to Sutcliff 23. Great writer by the way, if anyone wants to look her up….

And on a final note… not totally sure what this chapter was, though it was fun to write I suppose…..

William POV

"William, give it back!" She jumps for the doll piece, and I hold it up higher.

"Why? It amuses me ….."

"It's not fair! I'm shorter!" She pouts, trying to put on a fake-angry face, but it only makes her look more adorable. I smile.

"Well, then, think of another way your… shortness can be put to advantage." Still smiling, I take her hand and spin her around, bringing her to my chest. I smile down at her, and she smiles back, leaning up a bit-

"WILLIAM!" BAM. Before I know it, Len and I are on the floor, a shelf knocked over, and doll pieces everywhere. I look up and glare.

"ACHAN?! What's wrong with you?!"

"William, help! It's coming!" ACHAN is freaking out in the middle of Len's shop, knocking over some more shelves, before turning and ducking behind a small table.

"Who's coming?"

"The demon! It came after me!" He peeks up from behind the other side of the table, his eyes large with fright. "I don't know what to do!"

"You can teleport, and are moderately strong, and you don't know what to do?"

"Well, excuse me! What if he came after me in my sleep….?"

I groan, standing up. Len goes over, trying to soothe him, but he refuses to budge from behind the table.

"Look, how about I go after him and you two can just wait safely here?" I say to him, and his face lights up.

"Really? Oh gosh, Will, thank you! This is awesome!" He smiles, still behind the table, and I roll my eyes and head out the door.

"Try not to destroy the place." I call out to him one last time.

"I couldn't possibly think of doing that to a doll like Len!" He says to me, clutching his chest with his hands. "How could you possibly think that?" Len laughs along with him, and with an eye roll and whatever, I leave.

ACHAN POV

After Will leaves, I remain seated behind the table. I glance at Len and throw her a smile, and she shakes her head. I keep on smiling, hoping it will hide my fear. Demons… I can't ever seem to get enough of them.

"Did you want to, I don't know, come out from behind there?"

"Umm…." I glance at the door, and then shrug; I hope Will can take care of that demon. "Sure, and allow me to help." I get up, going around the room organizing everything along with Len.

When we are done, I turn to her and smile. "So…. How are you?" I go and take a seat on her couch, leaning back and smiling at her. She watches me carefully, then smiles and moves to sit down.

"Great, of course. And you? How have you been? I rarely see you."

"I've been… busy. Will and I…. have business, I guess you would call it…."

She nods. "Will won't tell me anything. Oh, well. At least he sees me, I suppose that's what counts." I nod back to her, listening to her. We sit in silence for a while before she looks straight at me. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not staring. I'm contemplating."

"Contemplating what?"

"When your best friend gets a girl, it is your duty to make sure that girl is perfect for him, and right, and kind, honest, good. At least, I think so…" I shrug, then pull out a chocolate bad, nibbling on it, while I narrow my eyes at her. She merely looks at me with amusement.

"Len?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you ever hurt Will?"

"No. I can't even think about it. Why?"

"Just asking. Do you like chocolate?"

"I'm sorry?" Now she looks confused, and laughs a bit as well. I state the question slowly.

"Do. You. Like. Chocolate?" I stare at her with intensity. She watches me, thinking, before answering with a giggle.

"Yes. Of course I like chocolate."

"And you'd do everything for William? Never leave his side?"

"…Depends..."

"On what?" I finish my chocolate, and lean on my hand, placing my elbow on the couches' arm. She tilts her head.

"Well… I would never harm Will, or want him to be harmed. But if he ever asked me, for him, for a lot…. Well, I guess it all depends on the situation…." She pauses, before shaking her head. "No. I don't think I could. Even if the situation called for it."

I stare at her, and she appears to be a bit nervous. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence… I laugh and pick up a nearby pillow, tossing it at her. She breaks into giggles, and tosses it back.

"Good. I guess I don't need to worry about you hurting Will then…"

"Why would you be worried of that?"

"You're right. Nothing can hurt a brick wall." This make me laugh, and Len struggles to defend Will, but gives up laughing along with me. When we are done, I jump up.

"I should go, I just seen the time. If Will comes back… tell him I went home." I am about to teleport when she says something.

"If? Don't you mean when? He will come back of course."

I freeze to stare at her before giving a tense smile. "Of course. When. See you around Len." I teleport into my living room effortlessly, collapsing into a couch. I am tired, and want to go and rest or something… maybe make some hot chocolate first.

But Len's words keep ringing through my head. Will was a shinigami, a grim reaper. He could handle a demon….groaning, I turn onto my side to stare at a painting. A mixture of blue, red, orange and yellow. The colors clashed, yet worked so well together. In the distance of it, you could see a figure of two people holding hands every now and then. It was comforting.

I lay down onto my back, trying to go to sleep. ACHAN, ACHAN, thou sleep shall taketh thee away, to a very special place… I giggle to myself, letting my mind fade to nothing… and it hits me.

William… can't get home. I mentally face-palm. Sure, he could go back to his shinigami home… but I liked having him around to bother in the morning. Groaning, I get up preparing to teleport back to Len, hoping he has gotten back by then. Of course he would… why wouldn't he?

What is that term again… 'The calm before the storm'? Hmmm… well thank you to whoever stuck around for this!