Black Hearts(-Pandora Hearts&Black Butler)

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"Oz. Oz the Blood-Eyed Black Rabbit."

The reaper's eyes widened and he stood up."You're-"
Oz's eyes flashed as he held out his hand toward the man and a bladed chain came out of Ciel's sleeve, stopping at the reaper's throat before the man could move his death scythe. Oz took off Ciel's eyepatch, the contract seal not showing on his red cat-like eye. He dropped it onto the nightstand and took another step towards the reaper.

"So, I answered your question, now answer mine; What's your name?"
He clenched his teeth. "Tch, William T. Spears, albeit this circus got the idea to call me Suit."
"I've never seen you before, but you seem to know Ciel. Don't seem to like him either."
"Certainly not," William commented despite the chain at his throat.
"Hmm, if you're posing as a preformer and so is Ciel...What is Ciel's name then?"
"Smile," the reaper said, annoyed.
Oz laughed. "Smile? That's hilarious. Never seen this boy smile since then."

He withdrew the chain, but kept it in his hand. "Do you know a reaper by the name of Dorian K. Crevan?"
William raised his eyebrows."No. What's the k stand for?"
"Buggered if I know."
"That's not very helpful."
"No, it's not," Oz said, thinking as he twirled the blade of the chain.

"He's got ears!" Oz said suddenly.
"I would hope everyone has ears," William replied, pushing up his square-shaped glasses with his pruner again.
"Well yeah, most people and reapers; but he has animal ears. Fox or wolf ears I think."

"Fox ears? Are you sure he's a grim reaper? How come I've never heard of him? And why and what do you want to know about him?"
Oz glanced at the top bunk bed."Hold on. Yours is the bottom right?"
"Yes. And do not cross this line. The master has the same requirements as the butler," he replied, extending his death scythe and pointing at the line drawn in the dirt between Sebastian's and Suit's territory in the tent.
"The butler? Oh, yeah; Sebby,"Oz said as he climbed the ladder.
When he reached the top, Oz yanked the sheet off. "I'm borrrowing this."

"I don't particularly care. Also, Sebby? Don't tell me you're like that idiot red-hair."
"Red-hair? Is he a reaper too? What's his name?" Oz asked as he sat on the top rung and took off his wet shirt, making sure his side was facing away from William so the reaper couldn't see his brand.
"Grell Sutcliff. His death scythe is a chainsaw," William said, seeming to shudder a little at the mention of his name.
"Oh, him," Oz said, wrapping the bed sheet around him and jumping off the ladder.
"Ow! For the love of Jesu..."
"You shouldn't have jumped from the top of the ladder,"William remarked while Oz cursed, holding his right ankle.
"I used to be able to jump from the roof of a mansion to the bottom of a ditch! This arrant body... Used to having your servants do most of your physical work, eh, Ciel?" Oz observed, spite written all over his face. "Bloody nobles..."

A cough interrupted him. Oz stood up, coughing again. He leaned against the bed frame, mindful of the line and holding the sheet corners together over his chest with a hand.
"By the way, why are you answering my questions? You don't strike me as someone that starts a conversation for fun, and you've looked bored this whole time. I also just held a blade to your throat," Oz questioned the reaper, a hand to his neck and his breathing coming in small puffs.
William narrowed his eyes, looking at Oz's cheeks, which were starting to redden as if he had a cold or fever before answering.
"Indeed; this is boring, but more productive than sitting around. And I expect you to answer my questions afterwards, this is not out of kindness."
Oz coughed again, looking towards the tent entrance.
"Well, since you don't know anything about the grim reaper I'm looking for, shoot."
William pushed his glasses up again, twirling his pruner once.
"Is that Ciel's actual body or...?"
"Huh? You can't tell? This is Ciel's body."