Collision (CielxSebastian)

Three.

"Well then, what is it? Tell me." The Queen finally paid attention t her visitors, looking up.

"A corpse was found today near Piccadilly. Scotland Yard were investigating it."

"So?"

"It was part of the serial killer case. It was the fourth time this murderer struck. And I haven't heard of any of this."

The Queen turned her attention back to her cookie. "I have no idea what case you are talking of."

"Then let me refresh your memory, since you must know about it. After all, I was told that you put Inspector Randall in charge of this case."

"All the victims had several things in common. They were of relatively high social standing, but, at the same time, were in trouble, economically. They seemed to have a lot of debts. And they were all killed in the same manner that is highly unusual. I'll describe it to you. It seems that this person really enjoys his criminal endeavours, since he takes his time murdering every single one of his victims. See, what he does is, he sneaks up to them- there's no way the victim could've seen him coming first, since he would've put up a fight, and there are no signs of such a struggle taking place- and slits his neck. He starts with the nape, and makes deep cuts so that the victim feels pain and slowly bleeds out.  He cuts the neck all around. When he gets back to where he did his first cut, the person is already dead, because of the blood they've lost."

Only the demon's superior senses could detect the slight twitching in the Queen's facial muscles.

"Well, thank you for that graphic description. Now that you mention it, I have heard something like that before. Yes, I did assign this case to Scotland Yard, but since by the second murder they hadn't found any clues, I decided to provide them with some... additional help, as a treat on my part, so to speak."

"Additional help, is it?" Sebastian muttered, interested.

Then, the double doors through which master and servant had entered not twenty minutes ago, opened once again, and in strode the Queen's most faithful of servants.

Side by side, the renowned duo "Double Charles" walked in and approached the Queen's seat.

In perfect synchronisation, they bowed, straightened their backs and greeted their Queen.

"Good morning, Your Majesty."

Only then did they notice that they weren't alone. "Hey there." Charles Grey smiled broadly.

"Good morning." Charles Phipps greeted the guests in his usual serious manner.

"If you can call it morning." Ciel huffed.

"Sebastian! Still alive, I see!" Grey's eyes twinkled mischievously.

However, the butler merely tilted his head in recognition, not even dignifying the comment with a response.

Grey, not happy at all, turned his interest to the little lord, who seemed to be easier to pick on.

"Ah, the brightest and most promising jewel of British society. Little Lord Phantomhive, still as tiny as ever."

But the earl wasn't in the mood for games either. "Still as childish as ever, Grey." He turned back to the Queen. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid our conversation was not over yet. Do you mind sending your two butlers away? I guarantee I will not take more than two minutes of your time."

"Ah, but if it's still about that murder case, they should be able to help you best! They should be able to answer all of your questions, since they are the ones assisting Scotland Yard in their investigations."