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A Cinematic Encounter	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters; all belong to Yana Toboso, I make no money off of what I write, it is just for enjoyment

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A mass outbreak of soul-stealing in Africa kept Will and the entire Reaper Association occupied over the next week. From the intelligence reports they had gathered, it appeared as though a group of demons had decided to band together and sweep through the country, devouring souls where they pleased. The people thought it was a plague, which in all reality it truly was, though not the work of any human ailment. It was unusual for demons to team up like this group had; normally they were singular, selfish creatures who lived by their own terms. Africa had always been rampant with them but never before had reapers faced something like this on such a scale.
Will was happy for the distraction, as it meant that he had little time to think on his own demon problem. When he had come into the office the morning after that disgraceful night he had felt like everyone was aware of his shame. Of course they were not, but like all secrets, the fear of keeping it makes one suspicious. Will felt like he was facing his own personal plague; the damned demon's face kept slipping before his mind's eye during his work day, making his heart speed up and his skin flush. The memory of those wicked hands was hard to dispel from a mind that had so few records of pleasurable touches. While he may have been able to keep himself busy at work, investigating the trouble in Africa from afar, it was another matter when he was home by himself. Any time he had to call his own inevitably led to self-pleasure, as he thought on the demon's whispered words and smooth lips. As much as Will detested overtime, he was putting in a lot over the next few days just to keep his mind off the shameful thoughts and actions.
Needless to say, the last thing he needed after the trying week was Grell Sutcliff sauntering into his office with a cheeky smirk.
"So, the Mighty William emerged victorious!" He exclaimed, waving his arms in the air with unnecessary flourish.
"What are you babbling about?" Will asked in his sternest voice, eyes pointedly fixed on one of the many reports he had yet to read on the Africa situation. Grell leaned his rear against the edge of Will's desk, and leaned back on one hand as he answered,
"Don't be so coy, you clever boy! I've not seen hind nor hair of that demon since you went at it with him!" Will stiffened, immediately regretting the action and hoping that Grell did not notice. "You outwitted the devil, didn't you, you sly fox of a man? I can see it all; a tangle of limbs and the thrum of beating hearts and you managed to slip out of the thrall and drive him away, didn't you? Oh! How heroic!"
Will said nothing but flipped to the next page of the report he held. Grell responded to the cold shoulder by continuing to invade Will's personal space, leaning his elbows on the desk and leaning forward with puckered lips.
"Do give me all the dirty little details! I am simply dying to hear the juicy bits!"
Will neatly pushed his chair to roll back a few feet away from the inquisitive red head, bit eyes never leaving the report that he was pretending to read. He heard an indignant gasp, and Grell whined,
"How could you withhold your experience, you're too cruel! Have you any idea how absolutely enchanting such a story would be?! A demon and a Reaper locked in epic battle, bodies tight and quivering from the struggle, eyes fixed upon one another as they fly through the air or roll about on the ground!" Grell gave a little shriek of pure delight and flung himself dramatically to the floor, the back of his hand posed gracefully above his forehead. "Such a scene is positively masturbatory!"
Will's eyebrow twitched as he felt anger blossoming through him. It was rooted in his guilt that for once Grell's statement was close to the truth. His hands tightened on the report as Grell inched near him, still on his knees.
"You could always tell me over a candlelight dinner, you know." Grell said in a sappy drawling voice, leaning near Will's chair and tapping his fingertips along Will's knee. "A nice, romantic story with a walk home and a kiss at the door, and then perhaps a long night filled with passion! Oh do say yes so that we can begin our inevitable ardent journey togeth—"
Will slammed the report down onto his desk, his hand hitting it so hard through the paper that the thick oak shook from the force.
"For the love of god, Grell, refrain from your lascivious comments and act like a damn reaper for once in your miserably pathetic life!"
Will was breathing hard, trying desperately to gather up the threads of his control. Grell was so busy being surprised that he forgot to look hurt. Will would have ordinarily just kicked Grell in his ass and sent him on his way without a word. He had never reacted like this before. He straightened up, trying to hide his shaking, and said,
"Get the hell out of my office. Now."
He was completely stunned when Grell offered no comment, no overdramatic speech about how deeply Will had wounded him, no flowery movements. He just stood up, turned, and left the office, closing the door quietly behind him. Will stood alone for a few more moments, as if frozen on the spot. Grell's silent acceptance had conveyed more hurt than all the theatrics he normally displayed. Will ran his fingers through his severely combed hair, finally slumping back down into his chair. What was wrong with him? He had never snapped at Grell like that before. His control was always absolute. He had learned to deal with the redhead swiftly and effectively without lowering himself to petty insults and arguments. Worse still was the fact that he knew the reaper had deserved nothing less, and yet now he was the one feeling like he should apologize. From a professional standpoint he supposed he could argue this to be true; a superior should never directly insult his underlings, but delegate tasks with a firm guiding hand. He took off his glasses in order to rub his eyes wearily, and then there was a knock on his door.
He straightened up at once, replacing his glasses and resuming the role of calm, in control boss.
"Enter."
A younger reaper poked his head inside.
"Excuse me, Mr. Spears; I'm here to give you the new reports we just received from the Africa branch."
Will looked up, surprised.
"There are more?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." The young reaper said, bringing in a short stack of files. "These are only hours old, sir."
"Thank you." Will said, taking the new reports and placing them on the already sizable stack. When he was once more alone he let himself sigh wearily. What on earth was going on down there in Africa? He had been Head Reaper for an extremely long time and he had never seen anything like this. The death toll was climbing steadily, perhaps by the minute. He had to help find a way to contain this situation. But how? It looked like there might be an all-out Reaper-against-Demon war on the horizon, and that did not bode well, for either side.
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Will was actually tired when he went home that night. After he had finished reading the endless stack of reports, he had been summoned to a much-needed inter-branch reaper meeting to discuss a course of action. As far as they could tell, there was no stopping this band of demons unless they went out to meet them head-on. This was a risk, but not something unheard of; there had been many battles and wars amongst inhuman beings since the world began. However, Will was not looking forward to it.
He did not like the idea of fighting, even though he would do so if his job required it. He just wanted to help souls pass to their rightful place. Nothing more. He considered this as he reached for his keys to open his front door. When had his life become so complicated? He had just managed to find his house key and unlock his door when a chill ran down his spine, and a long-seasoned instinct took him over, alerting him that there was danger nearby. He froze on the spot, shivering as the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Something…wasn't quite right…
"My, my, I'm impressed. I thought I had taken you completely by surprise."
The voice startled him with how very close it was, directly behind him, bathing the nape of his neck with heat. Will whipped around, but he had been holding his scythe beneath his arm as he took out his keys and by the time he reached for it a clawed hand had knocked it out of his grasp. Will felt the breath knocked out of him as he was pushed forcefully through his own door, losing all sense of reality as darkness swirled around him and he was clutched about the throat. He was not being choked, but it was still uncomfortable as he was pushed down to the floor and the weight of the demon's knee pinned him down. The next second the darkness lifted somewhat and he could see that smug face leaning over him, eyes flaming.
"What a quaint little human home you have." Sebastian murmured, eyes flicking here and there, penetrating the darkness of the unlit rooms and taking in every detail. "Thank you so much for letting me in."
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