Disclaimer: I don't own Black butler/ Kuroshitsuji

I don't have any good reason that I was so distracted that morning. It was winter, and I was catching a train from a remote stop somewhere in the countryside. Well, I was meant to be, maybe that's the reason I wasn't looking where I was going- I was in a hurry to get to the stop before the train left, for it would be half a hour until the next one arrived, and I can honestly say that I had no intentions of sitting that long an a frozen bench waiting for train just to get into the city on time just to see my deranged cousin. Well anyway, I was in a bit of a rush, so I never noticed the car speeding towards me until it was too late, but someone else did.

When I recovered from the shock I looked around me for my savior. It didn't take long, and I must say if I had looked properly first, I probably wouldn't have said "thank-you" in such a light manner, but that thank-you was barely out of my mouth when I did.

The first thing I noticed was their hair… well... it was bright red and hard to miss. The second thing I noticed was the fact (and I felt extremely embarrassed by it) that I had no idea whether it was girl or boy.

The next thing drove all embarrassment from my mind, simply because fear left no room for any other emotion. Why was I scared, because the third thing I saw was the huge, oversize chain saw gripped in… his um… her… er... their hand, and the wicked toothy (like as in sharp, pointed, evil type toothy) grin on their face. So you really can't blame me for having no time to be embarrassed over not recognizing their gender immediately.

I took an involuntary step backwards away from him (by that time I had come to the conclusion that since although he was wearing extremely feminine attire, a girl of that age would have had something to show for a chest) and his wicked smile widened.

'I that really the way to treat someone who just saved your life- and believe me i half wish i hadn't; William will have my head for it.' I just stared, who the bloody hell was William, and why on earth did he want me dead?!

'Um… I… sorry' I mumbled, not sure what else to do. I really wondered at that point as to how wide someone's grin to actually get, and why oh why did his teeth have to be so god damned sharp?

'Well what to do now,' he asked as though I was someone who understood him perfectly. 'If you don't die I'll get into trouble, but it would be rather a waste of effort for me to kill you now, don't you think?' I uttered a small squeak- kill me!!!? The pieces were beginning to take shape inside my mind, and come to think of it I do believe my cousin mentioned a guy called William at one stage, gee I hadn't seen my cousin in ages- not since he had tried to trick me into eating that disgusting dog biscuit. I shuddered, remembering that I had actually been going to see him before this whole event began. The man whoeve- no, whatever he was continued talking.

'… although I do rather enjoy the idea of you stained with bright red blood, it does seem a better choice to simply let you live.' Every voice inside my head was yelling CREEP! Well, except that annoying one who nobody likes that was saying in a small tone "why don't we try being friendly after all he did just save us" but like I said- no one pays him any attention any more, not since he told me to eat the biscuit that my cousin gave me… aaanyway I was most definitely liking this guy less and less by the second.

well that's my introduction, hopefully it's a good one- pleeeeaaaaase review, everyone who does gets a um... a biscuit? *sly smile* or..... maybe just a virtual cookie instead :)