Troubled waters(Ronald Knox) (Black Butler)

Chapter 9: This feeling of Dejavu?

"I'll meet you there... be careful." Ronald said, as he stood in the ship corridor. A grand ship, set sail for America.... such a shame it was going to sink. 

"I will, you be careful too." I said as we parted ways. Walking down the corridor I breathed an agitated sigh.... Fair enough I'm a grim reaper, but I still don't like the fact that I'm on bored a sinking ship in the middle of the cold as ice Atlantic ocean, the fact I'm going to have to be in it when it sinks because Ronald and Grell didn't think that part through. Oh and were here to investigate moving corpses and soul in discrepancies which always means there's some creepy demonic shit involved. Grell was off being Grell and now me and Ronald have decided to part ways to cover more ground. So I'm not going to be in a good mood by any means. Walking through the corridors I turn and slash at one of the corpses heads. I haven't time for such petty occurrences as I have another matter to attend to, so I walk on this time letting my bored expression portray itself on my face as I walk past the hideous mush and blood stained flesh, pulling out my Death book I search through a list of names and then I see one, somewhat familiar. I turn around and next to the corpse is a small girl, probably 9, raggedy clothes, horrified expression and drenched in a canvas of her own putrefying blood.... The usual for this sort of thing. 

"Poor dear." I say solemnly.... I don't have the heart to slash her with my rapier so I use a card instead, throwing it in and immediately pulling it out to look through the cinematic record.

Mary Thyme **_Complete_** 

Born: June 29th 

Age: 9 

Daughter of Able Thyme and Martha Thyme. 

Died of severe blood loss and loss of innards. 

Remarks none.

I stamp my page and then close the book. I would like to close her horrified eye's if not to ease my own agitation, but it is not my place to do so, besides, not many people will know she existed let alone care after tonight.

Walking through more bodies I come across more souls and then study my pocket watch.... 

OH CRAP I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT FIRST CLASS BY NOW!! 

I break into a run unforgivingly slashing more corpses while putting my book between my arms to heighten my running speed. 

I quickly make it to the door of the supposed room. 

Before I can even process the ensuing fight I pull and throw a card with pure instinct, it clashing with a piece of cutlery, locking together. 

My eye's dart forward to the blood red eye's of the familiar butler.... Grell goes on about him constantly his "Sebastian- Darling or SEBAS-CHAN!!", and I met him last year while out on assignment with William. I glare, in annoyance at being targeted before I even set foot in the room, him being a filthy demon and also him having the nerve to outmatch me with throwing weaponry.

That Boy stands there too, only this time in much more tailored clothes, expensive as well as the bandage covering his eye replaced with a black eye patch. Of high society, I assume the butler belongs to him and he must be aware it's a demon, as well as William-Sempai informing me that he is bound to the boy by a contract and that the boy was the earl of Phantomhive.  

"I don't want to get stuck with over time for a reason like that, as well as the fact you just tried to best Dispatch officer Hawthorn in throwing weaponry. A very wrong move on your part." Ronald said, his lawn mower almost an inch away from the demon's face, if it were not for his hands. 

"I'm going on ahead. After you've finished playing with him a bit come after me!" The Earl shouted. Running off within seconds, he was fast for a small little thing.