Amelia d'Assy : cousin of Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 15 : The Blind Banker

Chapter 15

A/ N I am so sorry for not updating but I was on vacation in Europe. This is why I have worked hard on this longer chapter! Enjoy!!! 😉

221B Baker Street, a few days later

"WATSON? WATSON! WHERE ARE YOU?" Screamed Sherlock in the flat.

Watson was simply in his bed. He wanted to sleep. The next few days since their first adventures had been thrilling, to say the least. He felt that his life has never been this interesting before. Although, the adrenaline was preventing him from getting more than one hour of sleep.

He had written all the past nights, he couldn't simply let these formidable adventures rest merely on dusty shelves. He had to find a way to publish them soon. Watson was exhausted but he felt great at the same time. Although he had to confess that the spontaneous need of Sherlock to scream in the flat to know where he was starting to annoy him.

Where did he think that he was at seven o'clock of the morning? A normal person would be in bed but Sherlock Holmes wasn't a normal person. He heard gunshots.

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Sherlock wasn't getting an answer from Dr. Watson. He was losing his patience. He found his gun and shoots a few times in the wall. He heard hurried footsteps, Watson emerged still in pyjamas and his hair messy. The consultant detective shot again. Soon the doctor was beside him, forcing him to pull down his weapon.

"Sherlock, I am going to murder you if you dare to shoot one more time this wall!" Screamed Watson to Sherlock as Miss Hudson arrived with her own gun in her hand.

She was convinced that someone had tried to break in the apartment. She sighed in relief as it was only Holmes. Although after looking at the wall, she became red of anger.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES, MY BLOODY WALL HAS DONE NOTHING TO YOU!" She said while attempting to shoot Sherlock. She missed him. He avoided her shoots carelessly.

"I am bored...!" He simply said, falling in his armchair.

"That is not a proper reason for even thinking of shooting a wall!" Pestered Watson.

Sherlock had nothing to do with their complaints, he was bored. Since the last real affaire, all the client's cases were killing him. They were a child's play to him and to make things worse, his other main source of entertainment was off England. It couldn't be worse!

"Then pick a case and solve it! For God's sake!" John grumbled as he went back to his room to dress. He had obviously been awakened by his shoots, but Sherlock didn't care.

This new flatmate of him was quite irritable lately because of his failure in love. Sherlock found it difficult to understand this personal quest of Watson. He put so much effort in dates only to find something that he thought was a pure invention, true love.

Sherlock failed to see the point in searching for a woman's company or even people that weren't part of his restricted circle of friends and family. Especially when he had Amelia and Watson. Those were enough and having around people with good intentions like Miss Hudson and Molly was doing well on his mood.

He was still himself but he appreciated their company even if he never said it out loud. Sherlock Holmes couldn't imagine himself settling down one day and leave behind his work.

"And pay you rent!" Added Miss Hudson before rushing downstairs.

Sherlock shoot three more times to annoy the two other residents and to let off some steam. He then took his violin and started to play Brahms's violin sonata No1 in G Mag opus 78.