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

Chapter 23 : A Scandal in Belgravia (Part I)

A/N : Hello! Did you enjoy the ending of the last chapters? Here is the next one! I hope that you enjoy it ;)

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One Day Later, Holmes's Flat

Sherlock Holmes throws himself on the ground protecting his head while a bullet was shot. He skillfully escaped the first few but as he jumped to kick his opponent, he was hit by a bullet right on his forehead. He dropped on their sofa. Delicate laugh could be heard.

"You are losing your touch little brother." Said Mycroft Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes pouted while giving pleading eyes to Amelia who got out of Mycroft's shadow.

"Sherlock, are you alright? I heard screams..." said Watson which ram upstairs as quick as possible.

He arrived ready to fight whoever intruded their flat once again. Since he had moved here, there were at least ten attempts to kill or kidnap Sherlock. It was either to pressure his brother or Lady Amelia. It made Watson insomniac, he checked at least thrice if there was an intruder before attempting to fall asleep.

He arrived just in time to see Sherlock being shot by another man. He was about to knock this man but Amelia signed him not to do it. As he observed Sherlock more, he saw that it was only a painting bullet. It was red painting. Thanks God. He fell on his armchair.

"Sometimes, I really wonder how you have survived until now, little brother." Said Mycroft sitting on their coach with a slightly disgusted face.

Amelia went to sit beside him. Sherlock got up and went to his own armchair.

"My, don't be such a pain for Sher." Scolded, Amelia.

Watson was watching the three. As always, he felt that he was the third wheel here. If one outsider was watching this scene, he too would be confused. Were they all flirting with Amelia at the same time? It had to be some kind of odd love triangle here.

As if it could ever work in real life. Not far from there, Tessa, Will and Jem sneezed. They didn't know why but they suddenly felt the urge to vehemently defend their relationship.

"Why are you here for, brother, along Amelia?" asked Sherlock removing the painting from his face.

"What!? You are not happy that I am with your big brother?" She asked teasingly suddenly wanting to mess with him.

She put her head on the eldest Holmes's shoulder. Every man in the room became suddenly red.

"Ame, would you mind restrain yourself? We aren't in public but we aren't among ourselves..." coughed Mycroft being annoyed but didn't move her. He threw a glare at him. "There is Dr. Watson. I thought that we settled this question when you have made your cousin Edward die of embarrassment at the ball of Lady Enders." As he said this, Mcyroft Holmes observed the doctor head to toes.

"Did I do that?" asked the Lady feigning not remembering it.

"Yes, you did it on purpose and you know it. No intimate contact in front of outsiders, it is improper..."

"It is improper for a lady... I am perfectly aware, My, Thank you. "

However as Dr. Watson looked at Sherlock's face he had become completely red. Amelia sighed.

"Brother, wake up! It is not time to be defenceless, heed my warnings. Beware of women." Mycroft said before standing up and departing.

Just as he was going downstairs, he stopped on the tracks.

"Ah before I forget, do not believe for one second that I have forgotten that we have yet to finish our previous discussion, Ame!" He said running off to disarm who knows plots.