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A Cinematic Encounter	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1690 -:- 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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This was the night. It was cold, dark, and eerie, the moon shifting in and out of hazy clouds; just the kind of setting for a brutal death. Everything was still in the stone courtyard, but the figure who watched from atop the wall knew that it would not be so for long. As silently as he could, he checked the book he carried with him, the moonlight glinting off a pair of spectacles as he did so. Any second now. He closed the book once more, and it vanished into midair. This night he would take care of this matter personally.
For weeks his infernal colleague Grell Sutcliffe had been going on and on about the demonic presence that had shadowed him and foiled his every attempt to reap a soul. It was infuriating that his fellow reaper would not only whine like a woman about how awful it was to be swindled out of his duties, but then proceeded to lavish praise on the being doing the swindling; he was quick, he was handsome, he was so very evil. The doting look in Grell's made-up eyes when he spoke about the nuisance was sickening. As the dolt was obviously incapable of dealing with a simple issue of a rogue demon, it was William Spears' job to take over and put a stop to it. He was the superior after all, and as much as he detested overtime, he felt this was a job that needed to be done.
Slight movement at one end of the courtyard caught Will's eye, and he saw the old man carrying the empty bucket to the well on the other side of the yard. Will knew from his ledger that the man would trip and bash his head on the side of the well, causing his death. It was then that Will would determine whether or not he should be given a second chance. If the demon that had been trailing Grell was serious, it would show up to try and get a free meal. It happened just as the ledger foretold; no sooner had the man approached the well that he was tripped up by rocks poking up out of the earth. As soon as Will sensed blood on the air he saw it; a dark shadow with a repulsive aura of evil lurking by the doorway to the courtyard.
Will wasted no time but leapt down from his perch and readied his reapers' pruners, brandishing it like the true weapon it was. The moon struck the metal at the end, casting flashes of pure silver on the black grass and stone.
"Halt, demon!" Will cried out, "This man's soul is in my jurisdiction!"
The shadow darted straight towards him, and Will fearlessly made a snatch for it with his pruners. The demon narrowly escaped their pinch, and swooped by the man's corpse, neatly plucking the soul from its body. Will was enraged, and with a grunt, he lunged forward to try and retrieve the glowing substance from the demon's hand. Again the demon evaded him, dodging to one side. For several maddening moments Will was literally chasing the demon about the courtyard. He became more and more angry as he realized that this demon was only toying with him, leading him on purposefully, dangling the soul as bait to keep him chasing instead of swallowing it right there and then. They eventually came to a stalemate on either side of the well, Will trying to repress his heavy breathing. Divine being or not, he was a bit winded from the chase. It was not often that he received a challenge like this, even with all the demons in the world.
"Give up yet?"A smooth voice asked out of the swirling aura. "It would be such a pity; I am quite enjoying our little game."
As Will watched, the shadow solidified into a trim body, clawed hands, and dark-feathered wings. The demon's facial features were indeed handsome as Grell had said, and from the cocky way he briefly tossed back his long black hair, it was obvious that he was well aware of his own beauty. Flaming red eyes stared at Will mockingly, one narrow black brow rising in a teasing manner.
"I will admit you're not the one I usually follow." The demon said, running a long-fingered hand up through his hair and then stroking one of his short horns, "Where is the red-headed idiot tonight? Home doing his nails, I trust?"
Will bristled as they began to circle the well, walking at an even, stalking pace. Grell might have been an utter disgrace, but he was a reaper, and it irked Will to hear him slighted by a demon. That honor he considered his own.
"He is no concern of yours." Will answered, angry at himself for even responding to the demon's question. "I am the one you need to worry about."
The demon turned and braced his elbows on the edge of the well, leaning over it casually and swirling the man's soul around his pointer finger. It cast its glowing light down into the depths of the well.
"Ah, I see; this is what you're after." He stated, grinning cheekily. Will's pruners gave a small 'click' as he tightened his hold on the weapon. "I might just let you have it back, if you ask nicely."
Will made a quick jab with his pruners, extending them in the blink of an eye, but the demon flew like lightning to land on top of the stone wall. Will followed him, raining down attempted blows and finding that every one landed in thin air. Damn, but this demon was good. He had obviously tangled with reapers before to be able to avoid both Grell's scythe and his own. The variety among reapers' scythes was intended to keep the demons guessing, but this one seemed to know just how to avoid the tool regardless of what it was.
"You are the lowest of scum!" Will finally found himself blurting out rather unnecessarily, his professional mind told him. "Return the soul and there will be no punishment."
"Punishment." The demon scoffed, ruffling his wings as he walked backward away from Will, "do you have authority to do more to me than has already been done? Bound for hell, eternally hungry, stooping to service petty humans to pay for a meal? What more could you possibly do to me, I ask you?"
"I could put you under watch." Will replied, completely serious, "Every move you make will be under scrutiny, and you might never have a meal again."
The demon tilted his head, birdlike as he considered Will's words. It was obvious that he was not taking the reaper seriously as his fanged smile was too smug.
"You're a different sort, you are." The demon said, dropping gracefully down from the wall onto the ground below and chuckling as he ran backwards and the reaper followed him angrily. "All business and duty," he called as he lead Will further out into the fields that surrounded the small farm, "I'd hate to be a soul on the wrong end of your opinion."
"Too late for that." Will informed him, irritated as he felt the mud sloshing up onto his pants. The demon finally jolted to a halt and once more whipped out the soul, licking his lips. In that split second, his eyes were on the soul and not on Will, and the reaper took the shot. Hot blood splashed onto his wrist as he caught the demon in the shoulder, knocking him down and pinning him to the ground. The huge black wings flapped a few times as the demon fought back, casting feathers and mud up into Will's face. He jabbed harder with his pruners, and the demon stilled. Will found himself kneeling on the slightly heaving chest, hands steady on his weapon, which was buried deep into the demon's right shoulder. A thrill of triumph went through him as the red eyes glared up at him, but then calmed as they accepted their defeat.
"Well, only since I'm feeling generous..." He said quietly, and surrendered the soul with a flick of his wrist. It flew quickly to get away, but Will pulled his scythe from the demon's shoulder and caught the soul in midair. He decided to hold onto it, not wanting to test its worth in front of a demon. The creature sat up slowly, leaning back on its hands.
"Congratulations," He said, "you've managed to splatter both of us with mud, and take back the soul I tried to steal from you. Aren't you going to at least give a little smile?"
Will pushed his thick glasses back into place with a finger, as they had slid down his nose during the tussle.
"It is unprofessional to smile while on duty; these are human's souls I deal with, and it would be disrespectful."
"You take your job far more seriously than your fellow reapers." The demon said, rising to his feet and giving the black wings a mighty shake, scattering mud from their feathers. "Hasn't anyone ever told you to loosen your tie before? Perhaps if you did you could think clearly and learn to relax."
Will wanted to step back as the demon moved toward him again, but he maintained his ground, shielded by his weapon.
"All reapers take the job just as seriously as I do." Will retorted, his eyes narrowing at what he considered to be an insult. "If they did not then I would have something to say about it."
"Oh, what are you the big reaper in charge?" The demon taunted, picking bits of mud delicately from the ends of his long hair. "Who are you?"
"William T. Spears. Head Reaper." Will answered, again wondering why he was even giving the brute an answer. "In comparison to me, you are just a dirty fly that needs to be swatted away."
The demon appeared to be unaffected by the words, as Will had suspected. In fact he looked amused.
"Sebastian Michealis, in case you're wondering," He said, "I believe your redhead friend would jump on that 'swatting' line in an instant. He is so impure for a divine being. Next to him, you are positively a stone statue."
"Refrain from speaking of my inferiors in such a derogatory-"
"Don't give me that," Sebastian said, rolling his flaming eyes, "like looking after that one doesn't drive you up the wall! With your obvious status and strict adherence to protocol, I wonder that such a person is still working for you without reprimand."
Will felt speechless for a second, finding no rebuff. This Sebastian had certainly figured him out quickly, but then, demons were cunning.
"Well, I'd love to do this again sometime," Sebastian said, "but as you kept me from my dinner, I must look elsewhere."
As he spread his wings, Will quickly stuffed the soul into his breast pocket and lashed out with his pruners. Sebastian gave a small grunt as it caught him in one of his wings, and he was never able to take off.
"Do you really think I'm just going to let you go?" Will hissed, "While without a contract you are rogue, you mongrel!"
"More battling, really?" Sebastian sighed, stroking the wound on his wing, "You already have the soul, what more could you wish? I confess I was wanting our little spat to end here, but if you insist."
Fighting demons was something that William T. Spears had more than enough experience with, so the next few minutes played out very much like the rest of the battles he'd had with their kind. The moves, the evasions, the offensives, the defense; it was all the same moves in different order. He was not even surprised when Sebastian managed a swipe at his shoulder, and caught him, breaking the skin. "An eye for an eye." The demon had said, licking a drop of blood from his claws. Alright, Will had to admit that was not something that he had witnessed before. The taunting, however, was very much characteristic of a demon.
"Such a pinned-up master of his emotions," Sebastian called, dodging Will's fist, "What anger really lies behind those glasses, hmm? It's so hard to tell."
Will had learned long ago not to answer back, and only kept fighting as best he could. After a while Will had the impression that on his own, this particular demon was not going down. He would need at least one more reaper to consider ever actually killing him. Still, there was no way he was letting him go. Finally, he felt he had an edge, and he took it. Sebastian ended up pinned against the outer wall of the courtyard, his throat trapped in the open mouth of Will's pruners. The reaper was breathing heavily, using his entire body to keep the demon in place. They were nose-to-nose and Will was pleased to see Sebastian swallow a bit, realizing he was hopelessly caught.
"Well done," He whispered, and the next second he leaned forward, crossing the inch or two that separated their lips and kissing the reaper. Will was so stunned at first that he didn't move. The demon's lips were soft, warm, and so tender…he jolted backward at once, instinctively wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. This gave Sebastian just the opening he needed, and he darted straight upward, his wings opening and catching the night air.
"It's been a pleasure, William T. Spears!" He called, then was gone, just that quick. Will was left standing alone, brushing his fingers over his lips and wondering what had just happened.
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