Black Butler (various) x reader(insert)

Chapter 7

(3rd PoV)

"So it was you all along, Jeromé." Johann spoke, lifting his large pair of scissors, and aiming it towards the chef who stood before him.

"My my, how did you find out?" Jeromé mockingly asked. Jeromé motioned towards Johann, making a gun out of his fingers, as he waltzed around the room. He paused for a moment.

"Name, kill." He said. Name stood up, her (h/c) bangs/hair covering her eyes. She looked up, but her eyes weren't (e/c) anymore. No, they were (l/f/c[least favourite colour]). Name slowly walked towards Johann, staggering a bit. Name's eyes flickered back to their original (e/c) colour.

"J-Johann... Please... Stay away..." Name barely managed to whisper,may she held her head right. Name screamed in pain, and fell to her knees.

"Name, I said kill!" Jeromé yelled, throwing a platinum butter knife at Name. The butter knife scratched Name's cheek, causing it to bleed. Name's eyes turned (l/f/c) again.

'Young Mistress...sorry' Johann thought, sadness visible in his eyes. Johann ran up to Name, and gently karate-chopped her neck, causing her to lose consciousness and fall into his arms. He frowned and looked at Jeromé angrily. Jeromé took a platinum butter knife and fork out of his chef apron, and magically multiplied them. Johann gently placed Name to a side, and raised his scissors again.

"Well then, shall we dance?" Johann asked, his eyes glowing red. Jeromé began throwing the platinum cutlery around whilst solo-waltzing, and Johann began to dance a mix of tap dancing and solo- ballroom dancing around the room, swinging his scissors at Jeromé whenever he saw an opening. Jeromé threw a platinum knife (NOT a butter knife, a regular knife) at Johann. Johann dodged, but the knife grazed his cheek. Johann lunged towards Jeromé, stabing him with his scissors. Jeromé fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain as black blood posed out of the wound. Johann fixed his attire and turned to face Jeromé.

"It was a pleasure to dance with you." Johann said, helping Jeromé up.

"However, I do not appreciate putting young mistress in danger I advise against it if you want to survive." Johann spoke, gripping into Jeromé's hand Very, very tight, whilst glaring at him.

"Of course," Jeromé replied, taking no notice of Johann's Anger. Suddenly, the two began fighting again!!

(A/N - my my, these two never stop fighting...)
[FYI, they're fake fighting just to make Ciel an the others a little less suspicious - the butlers seem to have caught onto Name's little tricks you see.]
~*~*~ 🍝 TIME-SKIP BROUGHT TO YIU BY ITALY'S PASTA 🍝 ~*~*~

(Name POV)

"Wake up..."

Huh? Who's that?

"Wake up..."

W-who is it? Wh-why can't I see anything?

"Wake up, you incompetent fool! I ain't got all day!!"

Who?...

"I take care of you and this is how you repay me? Get up right now!!"

Aunt Esmé? But she-

"Name!"

Alois?

No...

"Name, wake up!"

Ciel?

No...

Who is it? He sounds likes Alois, only younger, and a lot less mature than Ciel ... who can it be? Who is beckoning me to awake?