Reincarnation

Chapter 3

After Grell had finished issuing instructions about behavior, the students dispersed in pairs, Ciel Phantomhive with the Alois Trancy brat. Sebastian darted out of the local history section when he spotted a group of students heading towards his location. He dashed to a more secluded archive of books with tall bookshelves surrounding him in a circle and two comfy armchairs. He looked up at the sign above him which explained the seclusion:

Erotic Literature

That was fortunate for him. The Trancy brat had stated that the Grim Reaper spent a lot of his time in the section; he would wait until Grell Sutcliffe arrived and he would then interrogate him to find out what was going on. The reaper had to know something.

He didn't have to wait long.

Within a few minutes his sharp ears picked up the sounds of footsteps coming towards him and he picked a random book off the closest shelf to conceal his face.

Grell Sutcliffe sighed heavily as he walked in and threw himself dramatically in the other armchair.

"Damn brats. Why did I have to get roped into this?" he whined to himself.

Then he looked to the side and noticed that he was not alone.

"Hi!" he greeted and leaned over to check what the other armchair occupant was reading. "50 Shades of Grey? Let me recommend something better than that wimpy book."

Sebastian put the book down, revealing his face. "Actually I would recommend telling me what is going on around here."

"Sebas-chan," Grell squealed happily before coming to his senses. "What are you talking about? Nothing is going on!"

Obviously lying, Sebastian decided. Judging from his reaction the Grim Reaper clearly did know a few facts if not more about what was going on. However some persuasion was be required to make him talk.

He stood up and stepped closer to the quivering Grim Reaper.

"So why are you working here as a teacher? And why are Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy among your pupils?"

"They are? I've never noticed," Grell lied.

Sebastian took another step closer.

"Why are the school uniforms almost identical to the ones from Weston College over 100 years ago?"

"I don't know anything!" Grell squealed.

Another step closer. Sebastian loomed over Grell. Now their noses were nearly touching.

"You are clearly lying, Grell. I thought you were supposed to be an actress," Sebastian said smoothly, and moved on to his next method of persuasion as interrogation was not going anywhere."Now, how about telling me the truth. I will do you one favour in return."

Grell paused, caught between staying true to his orders and the temptation to take Sebastian up on his offer. In the end his flirtatious side won the internal battle.

"I promised Will I would keep quiet, but one kiss with tongue will loosen my tongue," he winked and puckered up, ready for action.

The demon blanched. Of all things it had to be a French kiss. He thought of the luscious taste of Ciel Phantomhive's soul and steeled himself before kissing Grell's lips as he tried not to concentrate on what he was doing. He was about to make good on the tongue loosening when a voice rang out behind them. A voice belonging to Ciel Phantomhive.

"Mr Sutcliffe, I have a question regarding my project. Mr Sutcliffe?"

Sebastian froze and turned to see Ciel Phantomhive standing behind him with an amused expression on his face as he spotted 50 Shades of Grey on the floor and Sebastian on top of his teacher,

"Mr Sutcliffe, it is a library. If you don't come and help me now I will tell Mr Spears about this."

Then he met Sebastian's eyes. The demon was still frozen in position.

"You're that freak from yesterday- I didn't know you swung that way."

Upon hearing the accusation that he was gay, Sebastian thawed and he was able to think straight again. He decided that he might as well use the situation to see if this Ciel Phantomhive knew anything.

"I go both ways. You really don't remember anything, do you?"

"I remember walking into you last night," the boy replied fluently, without any guilty hesitation. "Mr Sutcliffe, are you coming?"

After a few seconds of deliberation Sebastian relented and dismounted from the Grim Reaper. He obviously was not going to learn anything from the pair at the moment. He would let them go…for now.

Grell gave Sebastian a look of longing as he followed Ciel out the Erotic Literature section.

"Wait young m-Ciel," Sebastian called out after him. Calling the boy "Ciel" felt strange after so many years of "young master". "What school do you go to?"

Ciel turned around momentarily. "Weston College, it's a private school. Now, do I need to get a restraining order against you?"

Sebastian ignored the threat and concentrated on the name. Was it yet another coincidence that the school was the same? He had seen too many coincidences in the last 12 hours to last him a lifetime.

"Who is your headmaster?"

Ciel arched one eyebrow. "William T. Spears. Have you ever heard of Google?"

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Later that day Ciel knocked on the door of his headmaster's office. The shining brass plaque nailed to it read "William T. Spears: 2012-." The original Weston College had closed down half a century ago. This one had only been around for 3 years and William T. Spears had taken over as headmaster at the start of the latest school year despite owning the school.

"Come in," a crisp voice answered and Ciel opened the door.

The Grim Reaper was sitting at his neatly arranged desk with a perfect posture. His death scythe lay on the desk next to a tidy stack of paperwork.

"Oh, it's you. What is your report?"

Ciel sat down on the uncomfortable plastic chair opposite his headmaster and crossed one leg over the other.

"Well, as expected he made an attempt on Sutcliffe."

"Oh really? What did Sutcliffe do?"

"He delayed for as long as possible and when I arrived they were liplocked."

Will frowned and straightened his glasses. "I need to explain delaying tactics to him again. What happened after that?"

"I managed to drag Grell away from him, he asked me if I remembered anything as we predicted, what school I went to and who the headmaster is- I gave him your name," Ciel ticked the points off on his fingers. "He will probably make a visit today."

"I will tell Ronald Knox to keep an eye out so we can at least have some warning," Will said and wrote a note in his notebook. "Where is Sutcliffe now?"

As if on cue, a red haired Grim Reaper burst in, squealing as he did so.

"I kissed Sebas-chan! Finally!"

Will's death scythe shot out and closed the door behind Grell. He then retracted it and cleaned it with a handkerchief.

"Was that for pleasure or for work?" Ciel challenged Grell.

"Shut up brat, we've finally got something after all this waiting. I hate being a teacher. I don't know how humans can waste their lives teaching."

"You have time, you can't die," Ciel pointed out.

"This has been very expensive to set up," Will said, interrupting the familiar disagreement. "Remember Phantomhive, if you don't get results within another 12 months I will kill you myself."

"I will give you Sebastian Michaelis," Ciel promised. "Within the time limit, you have my word."

"I still think you have an ulterior motive for agreeing to this," Grell broke in.

"So do you. You're just in this so you can finally get your long awaited kiss, with tongue," Ciel answered back and stood up. "I should go now. I'm missing Physical Education."

He left the room without another word. Grell sat down in his vacated seat and sighed.

"That's enough laziness from you," Will reprimanded. "We have a visit from a demon this afternoon. It's important that we play this right so you must promise to behave this time. We cannot have you telling him everything that is really happening. We have been waiting for this opportunity for over 30 years."

"I wonder if the brat knows we've set almost everything up, including his birth."