11:11 | Sebastian Michaelis Love Story | Black Butler

11:11 | I

“Ashley, meet me at 11:11, now,my miniature earpiece said as it came alive with the voice of my father, the former mafia ruler of the Southern Isles. His voice is as hoarser then ever but it also became a bit deeply dangerous. Like he was a beast, never to be heard ever again. Only, this beast was my dear, old, dad of mine, the one with the iron fist contradicted with the softest palm.

“Right away, father,” I replied on the active earpiece before I shut it down with a click.

I walked through the busy streets of London City. Towering and humongous buildings created silhouettes around as the sun rose up and down for the day. From my position, myriads of countless people blocked my view towards the cafe where my father patiently waited for me. But, luckily, with a few fellow mafia mates of mine was here with me, they were able to break the sea of many faces before me.

“Miss Walter, we're here,” Reynaldo, my father's right hand, said as we stopped where it should have been a calm cafe but instead a bloody scene where my father was pointing a gun at the smirking waiter.

Northern mafia member.

As soon as kicked the bloody door open, the four men who are with me took out their bad boys and pointed it at the Northerner as if baring their demoness at him.

“Ah, the mafia queen,” the waiter slyly said while he continued ignoring the fire arms pointing at him. He seriously doesn't know where this was going, does he?

“A pleasure to meet you, milady,” he disdainfully sneered. The nerve of this being! He must be an Easterner. After all, Northerners are far-off to be like this in any situation. Easterners seems to be more like this, if you ask me from what I virtually observe.

“He's an Easterner, father,” I said, circling the waiter carefully.

Lorian position. Best for a single Easterner in battle/conflict/fight. Formerly known as Essy circle.

“Clearly, I would think the same,” Alois said as he clicked his gun and adjusted his eyesight on the gun's behind.

“My queen, to be frank, I fully agree with you,” Claude said as his glasses made a glint as he tilted his head.

“You believe I am an Easterner, eh?” The creepy waiter said as he lowered down his hands slowly.

Oh, Schmitty, he's a half-borne!

By instinct, I shot him multiple times before he quickly bled out to death.

“Hell, Ashley, why did you kill him?” Alois asked as he lowered his gun. Same goes to father, Claude and Reynaldo.

“He's a half-borne,” I said as I put the gun back in its holster on my hips.

“A half-borne? Are you serious?” Reynaldo asked disbelievingly as he lowered his fire arm. Alois and Claude made a noise of agreement before they hoisted the corpse out.

Only it wasn't a corpse...

“The hell why he had metal hands?”