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

Chapter 24 : A Scandal in Belgravia (Part II)

Moriarty's town house

"William, the MI6 has received a rather special demand from Mycroft Holmes" started to say the eldest Moriarty.

"Oh? Isn't it why you are here, Lady d'Assy?" asked William, not even fazed anymore by the sudden and unpredictable entrance of Amelia d'Assy.

"I have set the next scene without priorly speaking with you, I am sorry of this but it will surely be useful to your plans that I can guarantee it." The lady said sitting beside William Moriarty.

The two look at each other with understanding and they simply sip their tea.

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London's street, Irene Adler's flat, late at night

"Oh, hello to you." Said Irene Adler opening the door which revealed none other than Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. What a strange coincidence, Lady Amelia had handed her the business card of the consultant detective.

It was simply perfect. She would have to make use of that. It was time to have fun. The detective had a swollen face while the doctor looked alarmed.

"I am sorry, miss, but could we come in? He just got assault and the thugs are still searching for him." Said John Watson.

"Oh, dear God!" She said playing the alarmed and stressed lady. She looked around outside.

"T'ank you m'am..." The Detective said a hand over his cheek.

She let them in. From M. Watson's curious look around, the two had obviously come for the information that she had stolen. She led them to the salon.

The doctor examines Holmes's wound.

"May I use your phone? I need to phone his wife about what happened." He asked.

"Very well, there is further in the house in the other salon, the pink one." Irene said.

Sherlock and Irene were now alone in the salon. It was time to play a bit.

"So you are married? Such a pity." Irene said mildly sad with big eyes of admiration.

This unexpectedly brought a small blush on Holmes's face. What a surprise. The bad boy of good society and consultant detective was still pure? Someone had not enjoyed him yet. Then it clicked in her mind. Lady Amelia d'Assy which had given her his card was rumoured to be in a secret and scandalous relationship with the younger Holmes.

Did she want to spice up her relationship with the bad boy of high society? Irene was now curious about the lady's intentions.

"Yes, she is simply lovely. I do not deserve her." The detective said. Although as he said this, Irene went nearer to him. 

Way past the decent distance between a gentleman and a lady. If Lady d'Assy gave him to her, there must be a reason and she shall not refrain from enjoying him.

She smiled at him innocently. It always got them along with a certain tone of voice and gestures. Men were all the same, especially the ones coming from the High society. It had the desire effect. Holmes was now very unwell and did not know what to do anymore.

"You must know that I am a great fan of yours, the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes." Said Irene burying his arm in between her breast.

The detective was at first even more flustered but quickly, his expression changed. He started to saw her as a potential danger, it was almost undistinguishing, but she was skilled at observing these small quirks. As she was about to spice up the whole thing, there was not much time before Dr. Watson would set the fumigator and the whole thing would turn to ashes, uninvited guests arrived.