𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉

Among Men

TW: Blood, gore, death, drowning and bizarre dolls

The ship groaned as it continued to pitch upwards. Sebastian held fast onto Y/N and Ciel with one arm as he hung from the railing of the balcony with the other. Faint screams could be heard from outside, coming from people who weren't able to make it to the lifeboats as they slid down the Campania's deck to their watery grave. Rian Stoker let out a shrill shriek as he lost his grip on the lounge balcony railing. Y/N buried her face in Sebastian's chest as the doctor fell to his death. A sickening splatter and crunch echoed through the sinking lounge as he landed on a pile of tables.

"Rian Stoker. Born August 24th, 1854," Grelle recited from her perch on a destroyed column that once supported the balcony. "Died April 20th, 1889 due to a fall. Additional remarks, none. Sebastian and Y/N darlings. As you can see, I haven't a moment to spare," the Reaper apologized with a smirk. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I'll be taking that Undertaker fellow for myself. You two just sit right there and watch me in action. And I promise, Y/N darling, I'll tell you every last little thing he says about you."

"What makes you think I'll believe anything you tell me?" Y/N spat as her arms ached from her grip on Sebastian.

"And I cannot allow y-" A loud revving cut off Sebastian as a red blur almost slammed into him. The demon managed to leap back in time, Ronald Knox catching himself on one of the pillars of the lounge.

"You're much stronger than me, Miss Sutcliff, so that Undertaker's all yours! I'll put these weak, worn-out dogs over here out of their misery!" Ronald confidently declared.

Sebastian's breathing was labored as he clung to a pillar adjacent to Ronald. The demon's blood was mixing with Y/N's, both boiling and bubbling. And Y/N's leg was still burning from her shattered ankle and broken ligament. Both monsters were covered and almost choking on their own blood, and only one of them could offer up any kind of a fight.

Y/N could feel Ciel's grip on both her and Sebastian tighten as he huffed. "I won't have you making light of my butler," scoffed Ciel, "or of a Lady for that matter. Do you really think that this is enough to wear them out? That they're going to lose to you? Your jokes aren't amusing in the least," Ciel declared with a smile. "Aren't I right, Sebastian, Y/N?"

"Yes, most definitely," Sebastian managed with a smirk.

"Of course, kid," Y/N huffed, trying her hardest to smile as well. But their illusion wasn't convincing to begin with, and it was even less so as Sebastian began to cough up blood.

"Aww, brother," Ronald sighed as he watched Ciel and Y/N try to wipe Sebastian's blood off of his face. "Now I can't help feeling like I've turned into a bully picking on the weak..."

A crash rattled the ship as Ronald was sent flying backwards, Sebastian's fist connecting to his face. From her perch, Y/N couldn't see Ronald's frightened eyes, but she could imagine them staring right into Sebastian's ruby red pools of rage. Y/N and Ciel could see the black blur of Sebastian sliding down the lounge, landing punch after punch on Ronald as he fell. And when the demon spoke, Y/N could've sworn he was whispering into her ear, "What was that you were saying... About picking on the weak?"

"I can say with confidence, this was not how I imagined we'd be ending this vacation," Y/N hacked with a smile as she and Ciel watched Sebastian from their perch near the tip of the lounge.

"It's not over yet," Ciel reminded Y/N as they watched Sebastian beat Ronald silly from above.

"I guess you're ri-" Y/N was cut off by the painful shriek of metal grinding on metal. Her head whipped about to find the source of the sound and she was met with the sight of Grelle's chainsaw biting down on the Undertaker's Death Scythe.