Crimson Trance (Black Butler)

*Dedicated to bootzy for commenting first*

Gwen Estelle Sutcliff, the twin sister of Grell Sutcliff is working as a shinigami even though history has never recorded a female ever being a reaper before.

Currently her whereabouts are unknown to the Shinigami Dispatch Society, sending everyone in overtime.

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~Gwen's POV~

I came to a stop as I looked around. Had I lost him? Sensing him close, I smirked. My telepathic link with Grell was getting him in trouble. Not with the society, but with the lady dressed in Red.

The telepathic link was unique. I was not capable of read his mind and he wasn't either. Our link was simple. We could communicate with our thoughts.

'Come on Gwen! Will said that if I find you I'd be able to reward myself by kissing him!' I rolled my eyes, looking up at the night sky. Knowing Grell, that is what he would do to Will if he found me- reward himself with a kiss.

Even if he hasn't even seen Will in the past months.

'Grell, Grell, Grell' I chided over and over again, 'You almost had me, but not quite... besides, if I was to be found, I have the authority to take away illegal death scythe you have, my brother,'

I walked over to the edge of the roof in time to see him hold the chainsaw to his chest, glancing every way other than mine. His eyes dilated out of fright and I couldn't help but giggle at his silly appearance, giving away my position.

A giant smile broke out, "Gwennie! there you are! My prince told me that you were going to be in big trouble when you get back!" he used my nickname, the name he called me when we were just children... I never liked it but over the years it became a Sister-Brother thing.

I also knew him well enough to see the sly, barely-visible movements that he was making towards me.

I know my brother is....well to put it mildly, a clumsy oaf but, he has his own intelligence, how do you think he can register an illegal death scythe without getting caught?

Grell takes little cautious steps like he does now to make his big pounce un-noticed. If only he did that all the time he wouldn't be so much of a clutz. I don't know if he knows about it but it seemed I am the only one who notices this.

Acting like I don't notice, I push my brilliant red hair back from the front of my shoulder and said "As you've heard, I've been missing and the only one close to finding me is you and that's because I'm letting you. Besides, you haven't seen Will since you left,"

Suddenly Grell pounced, aiming perfectly...only.... not so perfect. He failed to notice my small movements as I dodged the rotating blades. Suddenly I heard his name being called, "Grell! What in heavens are you doing?"

Smiling, knowing he wouldn't betray his fairly new ally, I dodged his swing and kicked him over the roof. Without his preparation for this attack, he fell with a loud thud onto the bumpy cobblestone road below.

As I left I telepathically sent him a message. 'Your mistress is calling, go to her,' with that short sentence I ended our relatively short meeting.

Lately, I've tailed my brother around. The first hint was that I immediately noticed the missing unauthorized death scythe and of course knew it was Grell's doing at first glance. Who else would take such a gaudy instrument to kill?

After that event, I found out he was helping out a human...dressed in red...his favorite color.

I looked at the ring on my hand, an extremely rare death scythe. It could change form into any weapon as convenient as I wish it to be. A ring, a bracelet, a dagger, and surprisingly even a bow and arrow...though I have no knowledge of how it worked.