"This is just irritating now, Sebastian."

The sun had just barley risen above the horizon, sending warm golden rays down upon London. A col-loge of leaves danced across the pale cement of the sidewalk, letting out muffled screams with each step those out in the early-Freezing-morning took.

Another murder. Another unsolvable murder was the puzzle Ciel Phantomhive had been woken so early to fix. There were no clues to find, no mistakes made, no drop of blood out of place, nothing. For once, the killer hadn't let one thing slip, not one flaw occur in their plan, to the extend of the young Phantomhive's knowledge everything had happened exactly as the criminal had wanted it to. While it was refreshing to know the world was not made up of idoits, there were better ways to prove the intelligence of the human race besides murder.

The blue-haired Earl brought his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Normally he would have solved the case by now and gone home to have breakfast tea and scones, or something of the sort. But being as the recent string of murders had been getting harder and harder for even him and his demon butler to solve, he had been requested to be there in person-Not that he often wasn't-To view the crime scene. Well, there was that, and there was the obvious cry for special Phantomhive attention.

Before the Earl lay the bloody, flame-scarred body of one William White, as Sebastian had just recently informed him. But nothing around the burnt-black corpse had been touched by the transparent flame, just the body. Not even the ground was touched by the burning lick of fire. The walls of the alley were the same dull shade they had always been, not even the slightest tinge darker. It reminded the young Phantomhive of the wedding case, where only the happiest of betrothed women were burned to ash in the photo flash of the miserable old soul of one Margret Turner. But, unlike that chaotic case, this time the victims had nothing in common. Never, even as children, had the victims been anywhere near each other, not even had they ever gone into the same store. So what connected this murder to the other two troublesome sudden deaths? Each time, at each crime scene, there was a message written in the deceased's blood. Each message had been different, and other two failed miserably in catching Earl Phantomhive's attention, but this one he could not possibly ignore.

On the ground above the body, written in the crimson blood of the poor burnt man was the newest message.

"Ciel Phantomhive. Did you miss me?"

Each letter was neatly written in Lucia Calligraphy, as if it were a letter to a dear friend or loved one. Each curve seemed to hide a giggle, when put together slurred into mocking laughter. Something seemed familiar in a way, it was an odd way to catch anybody's attention, and not a very often used one either. There was something about it that seemed so familiar to Ciel but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was one of those things you can't seem to remember until three seconds before you fall asleep.

He turned his ocean-blue gaze onto Sebastian, who gave a small sort of nod as a way of confirming he had gathered all information on the case-Despite how little of it there was. The blue-haired Earl gave a nod back before turning to take one last look at the message. "'Did you miss me?'..." He muttered quietly-More to himself than anyone-In a curious, thoughtful tone. There it was again. That nagging feeling that they had missed something, that something just wasn't right.
After a few moments of he dismissed the thought and spun around on his heels to face the carriage waiting to take him back home again.
As he stepped into the darkly-colored carriage he spoke, "Sebastian. When we get back to the manor I want you to look over the cases again. That's an order. Nobody can cover up a murder so easily, not without leaving something behind, there must be something we over-looked..." He sort of trailed off at the end, drifting into thought for about two seconds before being snapped back to reality by the almost amused voice of his butler.
"Yes, young master."

With that, the carriage door was closed and the sort trip back to the all-too-empty manor began. Ciel let his head rest on his hand as he starred out at London and for a moment, just a split second, he thought he saw an all-too-familiar shade of purple and an echoing laugh disappear into an alleyway. but he soon shook the feeling off and let his eyes close as he let out a frustrated sigh. It was going to be such a long day.

Author's notes: Augh, I know I should be continuing my Warriors stories, but... But... I've been watching too much Black Butler and I got the idea at midnight, finished at two in the morning, and after staying up so late to make it I'm not gonna abandon it! Anyway, this is just a short story I had the idea for, sorry if the Summary sucks, I'm no good at those things... Anyway, thought I'd mention it quickly; I don't own Black Butler-aka Kuroshitsuji-Though it would be so awesome if I did...
I don't own any of the characters mentioned and sorry if they're a little OOC... Again, sorry if it sucks,-And for such a short chapter-Please lemme know what you think and if there's anything I should do to fix anything in the plotline, I'll try to continue soon!
~Ravenwing