Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

A Date with Her Butler

"Another summons from the queen?" Royce asked, peeking over my shoulder.

I looked down at my hand, flipping the letter over to see the Queen's royal seal. Like usual, the man who delivered us simple greeted us, tossed the letter in my hand, and then sent his carriage to quickly rumble away from the estate.

I sighed and nodded, "She's really putting us to work. It's feels like it's hardly been a week or so since..."

Royce patted my head consolingly, "Let's hope that this time it doesn't involve any creepy dolls, hm?"

I shuddered and slipped the letter in my pocket, "Yes. Though, I'm kind of glad that this letter came today. I have a few things to take care of in London, so we can take care of those while the other two handle the primary investigation."

Royce nodded and took my hand before we walked into the estate, "Sounds good to me."

We made our way up to Ciel's study, knocking on the door once.

"Enter," Ciel called.

"My lord," we said, bowing as we entered the room.

"What is it?" he asked, setting down his pen.

"Another letter," I stood up again, setting the letter seal-side up before him.

He looked at it, frowning for a moment before opening it, "Already, hm?"

"That's what I said, young master," Royce said, smiling as he came up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I shrugged him off, "So, what does it say?"

"There's been a few murders," he said after skimming through the page, "And naturally, Scotland Yard has been too slow to handle it. And so, we're being summoned at once."

"How many?" Sebastian asked, entering behind us.

"Several, today. They're hanging in the town square."

"So public?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Seems so," Ciel said, folding the letter and setting it down on his desk again, "It seems the killer wants to make a message. Let's be off."

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We hopped into the carriage once more and rode off toward London. After a few hours, we were there, and our two parties separated to handle our individual tasks. The crowds in London seemed to be quite small today. Unless everyone's looking for the dead bodies. Which would make sense.

"So, what are we doing, my lovely Evelyn?" Royce asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder again.

"..."

"What is it?" he nuzzled his nose into my hair, inhaling.

My eyebrow twitched, annoyed, and I reached down, snagging his wrist, "Oh, why would you possibly think something is wrong?"

He nuzzled my hair again, "I don't know. You smell quite lovely, though that scent is quickly being over taken by one of sharp annoyance."

I growled for a second before twisting my body, pulling his hand over my shoulder, and flinging him over it to the ground, "Why are you being so... so...?!"

He smiled up at me, "My miss looks so beautiful, even when angry with me."

"Oh my God," I groaned, letting him go and walking away, "Whatever. We're scaling Big Ben."

"Oh?" he asked, "No wonder you wore such a tasteless colored dress today."

"Big Ben is a gray tower. And, I don't wish for people to see me, so."