Aristocrats of Evil

6

"There you are!" Ciel ran up to Moriarty and Sherlock. There was an intense shaking on the ground and the trio held onto the walls for support. "Do you know what the hell is going on?" 

"I think you'll find that the Campania is going to sink," Moriarty explained. "As I suggested earlier...something or someone wants to either perform a large experiment or hide evidence of one." 

"Evidence?" Ciel glanced to Sherlock. "Ah, I wasn't expecting to see you again." 

"You...?" Sherlock only grew more confused by the minute. But, one thing was made certain: this must be where Ciel was originally from. A few dots slowly connected after that. 

"We need to get to the top of the Campania-" Moriarty began to run. "Someone has been trying to alter the natural ways of death." 

"And how would you know anything about what makes a natural death?" Ciel asked, Sherlock was relieved he didn't have to ask a question this time. 

"Well," Moriarty briefly considered mentioning his eye to Ciel but decided to keep that secret for a bit longer. He didn't know what the other reapers would do to him once they discovered him. Not that it mattered entirely to him what happened...but he was interested in seeing this through first. Now that the boat was definitely sinking, how were they going to escape? 

"My Lord," Sebastian called from behind the trio. 

"Took you long enough," Ciel frowned. 

"Apologies but we cannot delay," Sebastian picked Ciel up and ran faster. So fast, in fact, that neither Sherlock nor Moriarty could keep up with his movement entirely. All they saw was a flash of black and then a flash of red. 

"What the hell?" Sherlock turned to Moriarty for an explanation. 

"I think you'll find that sometimes ignoring the questions will make things easier for you," Moriarty smiled and continued running. 

...

"There is something I've been quite curious about..." 

"You...?" Ciel gasped, grabbing the railing. He saw The Undertaker standing next to a strange machine. 

"Tell me, young earl, have you ever wondered if there was life after death?" he chuckled. 

"Sebas~tian!" the familiar redhead grabbed the railing from all the way across the way. Sebastian groaned upon making eye contact. 

"I'm a little late to the party!" A half-blonde male ran out onto the main floor from a door underneath where Ciel's balcony was. 

"Is this where everyone is gathering?" Moriarty muttered, appearing behind Ciel with Sherlock. 

"I wish someone would explain to me at least a little of what is going on..." Sherlock sighed. He had never met any of these characters before. He'd only gone on the Campania by chance after seeing someone he thought might look like Moriarty. Then, he'd stumbled upon the bodies in the base of the ship. It was a lot of coincidences lined up in this grand excursion. 

"You-!" the redhead pointed at Moriarty.

"You've met Grell?" Ciel looked at him. 

"Once..." 

"I think you'll find it interesting that he is Jack the Ripper," Ciel began. "However that is a story for another time. Undertaker!" he yelled. "Explain yourself!" 

"Hm?" The Undertaker tilted his head slightly and slapped the button in the center of his machine. "Where is the fun in that?" 

"I would also like to know what this creep has to do with this!" Grell raised his hand. 

"You children are all quite eager..." 

"Turn off the machine!" Ronald ran toward The Undertaker and attempted to strike him with his lawnmower. Grabbing one of the many sotoba hidden in his garments, The Undertaker blocked his attack. "What?" Ronald jumped back. "That's impossible! This is my scythe!" 

"I think you'll find," The Undertaker grinned, "that the only thing able to deflect an invincible weapon," he pushed his hair back out of his face and revealed the true weapon behind the sotoba: his elaborate scythe. "Is another invincible weapon!" 

"He is a reaper?!" Ciel gripped the railing for support as the ship moved again. 

"He has been extending cinematic records after death to try and reanimate the flesh," Moriarty explained. 

"How would you know that?" Ciel snapped his head toward Moriarty. 

"Because-" before Moriarty was able to reply, the redhead jumped across the room and began attacking him with his own death scythe. A chainsaw. Using his cane to defend himself, Moriarty lept over the edge of the balcony in an attempt to gain a distance from Grell. 

"I knew it! I knew something was odd about you!" Grell swooned. "So many handsome men around me but you are by far the most interesting!" Grell jumped over the railing to follow Moriarty. With a strike of his weapon, Moriarty dodged but some of his hair was cut in the process. This revealed his reaper eye. 

"I have so many things to ask you but you are half an enemy!" Grell paused for a moment and placed a hand on his face. "I can see it now, your parents in a star-crossed relationship like that of me and Sebas~tian! One demon. One reaper! Creating you- a forbidden abomination!" 

"I'm no demon-" Moriarty attempted to speak reason but Grell took another strike at him. 

"Your eyes say otherwise!" 

"Let's find out, shall we?" The Undertaker appeared behind Sherlock. He pushed him over the edge of the railing and the entire ship tilted further, creating a much larger drop should he hit the ground. 

"Sherlock?!" Moriarty, distracted by the detective (something he could honestly say he never expected to happen) attempted to run and catch him before the boat moved shifted any further. He caught Sherlock safely but Grell stabbed him through the center of his torso diagonally so as to strike only Moriarty and not the one in his arms. 

"Liam?" Sherlock could see the records pooling out of him despite not being able to see them earlier. "Liam?" he asked again, as Moriarty fell to his knees. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth and onto Sherlock's face. 

"It would appear that I have caught you, Mr. Holmes." 

Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes. Rang out in Sherlock's ears. "Now is not the time to be making jok-!" Moriarty closed his eyes and fell to the side, Sherlock scrambled up off of the ground and held him. The record still moving rapidly by his ears. 

"Liam!"