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Simply One Hell of a Writer
"A mere messenger of Venus can't possible win against a grim reaper."
What?
What happened?….
Why does my head ache?…
Why does it feel like I'm swaying?….Ugh..
My memory kicked in, and I groaned. How could I of let myself fall for such a trick! I should've noticed the drugs filtering in the room before I was knocked out. Though….why, why would someone do that? Did the boy know of the assassination plan? No, not possible! I haven't let anything slip. Then…why?
I slowly opened my eyes, almost hoping to see the ceiling of the Phantomhive manor above me. Instead, I was greeted by a blurry face, and a magenta sky. As my vision cleared, I saw that it was the butler, Sebastian. What? He was holding me bridal style, as he did earlier that day, when I had spilt the tea. My thoughts buzzed around my head, but I forced myself to hold a blank face. The confusion wasn't too hard to fake, though. "Are you awake Milady?" Get it together. This is your fault for not paying attention. You should've noticed the gas. But who…? Sebastian smiled down at me, using that same one he always seemed to wear. "I am glad you are unharmed." Unharmed? It was then I realized that I was the one that had been kidnapped. I shifted, feeling a wave of relief as the familiar blade pressed against my body, under my clothes. It was still there. My head seemed to pound, and I closed my eyes again.
"Say, Sebastian, didn't I give you a hand?" An voice called in a flirty manner, bur I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. It sounded more like a male, with a simply too high pitch. As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a vision of a person, bright red hair and red glasses. Why so much red? The intense color hurt my eyes….Ugh… I stared at the…..person for a moment. I couldn't tell if…it…was female…or male. The voice had sounded male enough, but…it's attire. Long, red hair, with bangs falling between the eyes. Half moon spectacles, with beads connecting each side, like an elder would wear. Except these had skull charms hanging off of them as well. And so much red. Oddly enough, it's eyes were an odd shade of green, mixed with..yellow? When…it…grinned flirtatiously at Sebastian, the teeth were sharp, sharper than any I'd ever seen. Too sharp, in fact. Impossible! But yet…I'm not hallucinating, am I? "Please hold me like that, too!" I decided..it…had to be male, despite how his appearance. Over all, though, this…man….creeped me out. And that simple fact made me very, very off-edge. No! No emotions, remember? Focus! Asssasians don't feel. Assasians don't get kidnapped, or get caught off guard, either….
The red-head suddenly lunged towards Sebastian, arms out, lips puckered disgustingly. Sebastian turned out of the way, and I could no longer see him. I heard a sharp click, and a dramatic cry of pain. A loud thump followed. It seemed that someone had stabbed or injured the red-haired man, for he was laying on the ground, blood spraying out of the wound on the back of his head.
"Good Heavens! Why do I even have to deal with this?" Another voice spoke over the sound of the fallen man's cry. In front of me and Sebastian stood someone, clearly a male. I felt a pang of relief that I could distinguish his gender easily. That red-head just…just didn't seem right in the head. The other man, a figure dressed in an all black suit, sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Unlike the other man, his appeared to be normal, in the sense, just square, plain and black. What really caught my attention was the weapon he was holding. A long spear, with a sharp point at one end. The tip was red, probably with the blood of the man he killed. No one could survive such a blow to the head. I felt relived that the man in red was gone.
I took a sharp intake of breath as the red-head stood, blood still oozing out of the back of his head. Wait, what? But how…? "Will!" He cried, throwing his arms out. Blood dripped down his forehead. What is going on?…
"Just when are you going to stop dawdling, Grell Sutcliffe?" The man in the suit, who I supposed was 'Will' spoke. Grell Sutcliffe? What a….odd, name. The man, Grell, reared back and clasped his hands together. Dramatically, he cried out. "Yeah, I'd love to cuddle with Sebastian and grapple and struggle!~" I shuddered, and with a glance towards the butler, I could see he felt just as, if not more, disturbed by the Grell's proclamation. What a creep..No wonder this Will tried to kill him….But, I glanced towards Grell. Why isn't he dead yet? That wound should be fatal. "I mean, I'm doing my work all right!" Grell yelled, suddenly sounding angry and defensive. A tick mark appeared on his forehead. He must be bipolar as well. Not so much a surprise. Grell pulled out a book, and although I could only see the his back, it sounded as if it were very thick. He opened it, holding it out for Will to see. Will leaned forward to study whatever Grell was showing him, then glanced directly at me. For some reason, I felt as if he could see right through me, to my soul. What a ridiculous notion! His eyes…they were the same as Grell's. Green and yellow. How curious. With another glance towards the book, Will leaned towards me once more. This time, he actually spoke to me. "State your name." My name? As confused as I was, I obliged.
The man, Will sighed in frustration and stepped back. With a quick movement, his spear stabbed Grell in the forehead. That kinda blow has to kill him! "What are you doing?" Grell stumbled back with a shriek, once more blood pouring out. H-How…How is he not dead!? The glare of the sinking sun hid Will's oddly colored eyes, neither a frown or smile showing. "This soul is not scheduled to die in the first place." Soul? Not…Scheduled…to die?! What? What was he talking about? His words made no sense. "Sorry?" Now blood was dripping over Grell's forehead, but he clearly seemed to feel no pain from the supposedly fatal wound. Sebastian stood, still holding me in his arms, face expressionless, as I should have mine. And, I supposed, if he were to put me down, I would not be able to stand in the first place. The buzz in my head had grown louder, stronger. Scheduled to die? Souls? He sounded completely ludicrous! "Look carefully at the name spelling. It's different by a letter. You have the wrong person." Grell, acting as if Will's words sounded sane, smiled and knocked a fist to his head, which had stopped bleeding. Not even a mark was left on his head! He…He should be dead by now! "Oops, my mistake!" "Good grief, working together with an imbecile sure is a hassle." I had to agree with the imbecile part, although my mind was still trying to wrap around the meaning of his words.
"Let's go." Will adjusted his glasses. "If we don't hurry, even the souls we are supposed to collect may be stolen." Collecting souls? "By a certain demon, that is." Demon? As Will spat out the word demon, he glared over at Sebastian, as if his words were specifically talking about him. Sebastian…a demon? What nonsense! A cold numbness, one I was unfamiliar with, washed over me. My confusion only seemed to grow, but I forced my face to remain resilient. Sebastian smirked briefly and smiled, that same smile, towards the glaring man. "Please take care on your way home." His tone deepened, although on the surface, still sounded polite. "The night sea can be dangerous." The coldness expanded, threatening to swallow me. I found that I could hardly wrap my head around their words.
Grell and Will sat in a rowboat, Sebastian and I standing on the deck of the large ship that we somehow got on. I barely thought about that though, for my mind was full of their words, and the memories of old story books. Collecting souls…Demons….Scheduled to die…grim reaper….Were they all mad? There was no way that they could be true…could be real…Correct?
"Now, start rowing." "Come on, you're such a slave driver." Grell leaned forward, pouting, but complied to his partner's request nevertheless. However, before he did, he called out. "Then see you Sebastian! Bye-bye-tide!~" They rowed off, into the evening air. Looking over at Sebastian, I could see a small smile on his lips. He sighed and met my eyes. His ruby ones seemed to burn brighter than ever. Perhaps it was my imagination. "Let's return to the mansion." He leaned forward towards me, placing a long finger on his lips. "Please keep what you have just seen a secret." So it's real then? No…Preposterous! He smiled at me, and this time, I felt wary. The boss's words rang in my ears. "That butler has a lot of tricks up his sleeves, so watch out..."
There's no such things as demons and grim reapers…
Right?