I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Multi Fandom)

Chapter 4 (ALL THE FANDOMS :)))))

A/N : Hi guys! my computer recently broke and probably won't be fixed for another week or so. therefore i may not update as much as I would like, thanks for understanding :) -C

Ciel dropped his cloak in the hallway outside the office and watched as Grell sprinted into the study. He turned to Sebastian.

"Try to keep him in control, the only reason he is still her is because he claims to have relavant information. If on the other hand that is incorrect you are to dismiss of him, do you understand?"

"Of course my young lord." Sebastian spoke in his smooth voice bowing to Ciel and retrieving his coat. He hung it on a peg inside the door and pulled up a chair for the over excited Grell who seemed ready to race up the walls. Grell took a seat.

"Oh yes information on the disapearance of Phillip Lester! I can tell you that it involves demons and not any old demons. Oh Bassie I didn't mean to offend you! Please don't hate me!" He lept from the chair and threw his arms around Sebastain falling to his knees and weeping.

"Grell if you would please return to your chair, you in no way offended Sebastian. Return to telling us about the case." Ciel ordered cooling crossing his legs elegantly and placing his arms on the arm rests. Grell scrambled back into his chair.

"Well you see this case includes the workings of a shinigami, you see the shinigami grow bored of their world and instead decide to cause trouble by throwing their Death Note's into the human world."

"Death Note? What's that?"

"You do know of of shinigami, don't you? They're the gods of death and they have special books called "Death Notes" in which they can write the name of any human and decide their fate, we work in close quarters with them seeing that we collect the souls they kill. We recently learned that Ruyuk one of the more "creative" shinigami threw his Death Note down to earth. and I believe it may have been picked up by a human!!!!" Gell sat back in his chair seeming to have given all the information he possesed. Ciel stood and looked at Sebastian.

"This is an order: go fetch Daniel Howell and return at once we must investigate that scrap of paper he gave Mr. Holmes. Oh yes, fetch them as well." With that Sebastian dissapeared with a wisp of smoke.

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Mrs. Hudson walked up the stairs balancing the tea tray in one hand as she attempted to find her keys with the other. She found the door unlocked and nudged it open with the tip of her toe. While navigating through the clutter and chaos of John and Sherlock's apartment she saw Sherlock's best purple shirt lying on the floor outside his bedroom in a crumpled mess. She tisked to herself, why couldn't Sherlock at least make the slightest effort to clean up after himself? It was like living with a five year old sometimes. She knocked on the door of John's bedroom, no answer he must still be asleep she thought. The tray teetered on the precipice of falling as she opened the door. Sherlock lay in John's bed his dark hair in disarray. On his bare chest rested John's head and Sherlock was unconsciously stroking the edge of John's cheek. Mrs. Hudson simled and placed the tray at the foot of the bed, just as she turned around ready to exit just as a tall dark man whisked into the room with super-human speed. She screamed in suprise and rushed from the room. The racket awoke John and Sherlock from their peacful sleep and caused Sebastian to sigh inwardly why did that always happen? Why couldn't humans become more attuned to the supernatural, after all we have feelings too. "John, Sherlock if you would Ciel requests your immeadeate presence at the manor so if you would please hurry up I will return for you shortly." and with that he dissapeared. John sat up."Well shit, I guess we had better get ready Sherlock.

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Sebastian sped through London feeling the rush of wind flapping through his coat tails and lept up to the window of Dan's bedroom. He shoved open the window and regarded the mess on the floor: shirts tossed haphazardly across the doorway, an overturned chest of drawers, and sprawled in the center of it all on a dirty pile of sheets was Dan. Sebastain stepped lightly down into the room and stooped to pick up Dan's limp frame. He slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and whisked back to the manor.

A/N okay I'm very sorry that this chapter is so short I just wrote it on my phone now, I will make up for it next time -C