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Disclaimer: I don't own KUROSHITSUJI or SLEEPY HOLLOW
There's probably going to be lots of OCness here. I haven't decided if this will be an AU or not either. If you don't like it don't read it.
*{POST SCRIPT: ~ I want to thank missykim for being my first reviewer for this story and leaving a review for my 3rd chapter. I also want to thank missykim for telling me that Irving's first name is "Frank." I'll be editing that in a little later, but mostly I'll keep on with calling him "Irving" since I didn't know his full name when I was writing this and that was what I used for him. 1/5/2014}*
Side Note: Physical Descriptions
- Captain Frank Irving, along with Abbigail and Jenny Mills, are all African American; so they have very dark skin and dark eyes. Irving's hair is very short and black, cut close to his skull. I'll mostly refur to him by his last name.
- Abbie's hair is black, smooth, and shoulder length, though most of the time she wears it in a high pony tail or a bun. Jenny's hair is just like her sisters except that it's longer (about armpit length) and she usually wears it in a tidy, high, pony tail. Both sisters have fit bodies, but Jenny's build is a little more athletic 'cause she has lots of free time and spends it exercising in her room. She has a very soldier-of-fortune vibe to her, while Abbie has a more responsible-official vibe.
- Ichabod Crane has very fair skin, dark eyes, and is ruggedly handsome. He doesn't shave enough, so he has a bit of a 9 O'clock shadow to go with his mustache. He has a slender, athletic body and wears his smooth dark hair long in a pony tail at the nape of his neck.
I added this in here because I realized that I hadn't described the SLEEPY HOLLOW characters at all and after looking things over I can't find any convenient place to put the descriptions in. So I put them here.
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Chapter 1
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The day started normally enough…
Well that is to say, as normal as any day had been lately since weirdness had descended on the previously peaceful town of Sleepy Hollow. Then Ichabod Crane and The Headless Horseman (who turned out to really be a rival of Crane's who sold his soul to the demon Moloch to become one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse) had shown up.
Ever since then "normal" had gone on vacation and Police Captain Irving had had no choice but to accept the fact that logic and "normal" no longer had anything to do with each other. Which left him having to write reports that actually made sense and explained all the recent goings-on without making any mention of demons, magic, or the end of the world.
On this particular day, the next round of weirdness started with a telephone call.
*ring ring*
"This is Captain Irving."
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"Hey Choco, it's been a while."
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"Larry? Is that you? How you doing man? I haven't seen you since we graduated from the Academy. And don't call me Choco, you know I hate that stupid nick-name of yours."
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"But it suites you so well, especially after what happened with the cake. *chuckles* It makes me laugh every time I think about it."
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"You wouldn't laugh if it'd happened to you."
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"No, but then I'm not the one it exploded over. *out-right laughs"
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"As fun as it is reminiscing about old times," said Irving in a tone of voice that made clear that this was one memory he would have preferred they both forget about, "I'm betting you didn't call me up after all these years just for fun."
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"Unfortunately, your right."
Larry's voice lost its previous humor and took on a deadly serious edge.
"I'm calling you in my capacity as Regional Director Larry K. Bennet of the CIA."
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"Wow, I'd congratulate you on reaching such a high office, but I get the feeling this isn't the time. So what does the CIA want from me?"
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"I have been instructed to inform you that a certain individual from England will be arriving soon and will be working with your special taskforce as a consultant. You are to treat him and his assistant with utmost respect at all times. Additionally, you are to consider any order of his, no matter what it may be, as having all the authority of a presidential command. He has diplomatic immunity as well, so no matter what trouble he may cause, he is legally untouchable."
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"Director Bennet," Irving replied, "What exactly do you expect me to make of this official order and what 'special taskforce' are you talking about? Just who is coming?"
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"Officially, you're to grit your teeth and put up with whatever your new 'special consultant' wants. Unofficially, I don't have a clue what's going on. I've looked into this matter, both at your end and theirs, and it's like trying to beat my head through a brick wall. From what I've head, there's been a number of bloody and bizarre cases in your area recently, so I'd guess that this 'consultant' will be working with whoever you've put in charge of that. As to your consultants name…"
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There was a distinct hesitation here that gave Irving a very bad feeling.
Police and the more private sectors of government may not always get along, but Larry Bennet was a CIA director and an old friend. It would take a lot to unsettle a man that managed to reach his rank. In fact, now that Irving had a moment to think about it, the fact that this order was coming from a member of the CIA, and a director at that, meant that this was a very big deal. That an agent of his rank admitted to not being able to find out anything was also a bad sign.
"Larry, there's no need for a long dramatic pause. Just tell me who I should be expecting."
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Larry sighed.
"Your noble guests are an Earl, one Ciel Phantomhive, and his butler/assistant Sebastian Michaelis. Officially, Phantomhive is the owner of the world's most successful toy and confectionary company. Unofficially, I think there's something very 'off' about him. He rarely makes any public appearances and I haven't been able to find any information on his age, date of birth, or parents."
Irving could just imagine his long-time friend running his hand through his hair in frustration.
"There's not even a single photograph of him anywhere. I ran his name through the system and all I got were some old articles about a child ancestor of his with the same name. I tried contacting someone at Scotland Yard or MI-5 for information, but they couldn't hang up on me fast enough the moment I said his name. Before he hung up, the Commander at the Yard said that 'if I had to ask about Phantomhive than I didn't need to know.' MI-5 didn't even give me that much."
Larry's tone of voice made it clear what he thought about all this.
"Frank, I don't know who Phantomhive is, but whoever he is everyone is scared of him. He's got to have some major pull in this country to and he's coming your way. I don't know what's going on, but you watch yourself and your people. *Whoever this guy is it's like he's protected from on high by the Prince of Darkness."
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Irving shivered at hearing the familiar quote. After everything that had happened lately, those words took on a whole new and terrifying definition for him.
But he didn't let it show.
"You saw that movie too, huh? Well I take your meaning; and thanks for the heads up. When should I expect this guy to arrive?"
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"Sometime today, and I got the impression from my boss that we were lucky to get that much notice."
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"Ok, I'll call my people and let them know."
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"Bye Irving. Next time we talk I hope it is about the fun old days. Good luck."
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The police captain hung up the phone and sighed.
He put his elbows on his desk and sank his head into his hands.
"I so don't need any more of this right now."
He just stayed hunched over like that for a few minutes before giving into the inevitable. He called Lt. Abigail Mills and told her that she and Crane need to come in at once. He thought about leaving a message for Abbie's sister Jenney, but decided against it. Jenney may not be crazy, but she was a trouble maker. Abbie or Crane could tell her about Phantomhive later.
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*THE USUAL SUSPECTS is a really great movie. It's the sort of thing you'd want to see more than once.
Larry Bennet is my OC and I doubt he will ever appear again.
Ok, I promise to defiantly write 1 to 2 more chapters for sure. No guarantees beyond that. I'm just telling you this in advance. I don't know the SLEEPY HOLLOW television series world or characters all that well yet. Plus I have no goal in mind for the end of this story. In fact I can't see it at all beyond a certain point. So I am going to write up to that point and then stop. I won't be like other authors that start a good story without mentioning from the start about not having the intention to finish it. I'm saying right up front that I have no intention to complete this story to the end.
So don't say I didn't warn you.
I do hope though that other readers will read this and feel inspired to to write their own.
I wrote this mainly because the idea for it popped into my head REALLY clearly and wouldn't go away. So I'm going to write this, get it out of my head. Besides I think it would make a great scene.
I do hope that, despite how short this is going to end up being that viewers will like what they read.
You should also know that the majority of my attention is on my other story DEMONS, HORCRUXES, AND HARRY. So just know that that is where my focus is.
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MARRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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12/26/2013