Alright, so this is a gift for my friend because I had, at one time, promised her a story and it's long overdue!

This is sectioned off into about 4-6 chapters, which will probably be added throughout summer.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Black Butler nor any of their characters (regardless of how fabulous they are)

The crisp draft in the bedroom had a certain chill to it. It was the first sign that winter was ending and spring was beginning once more. As scarce sunlight drifted in through slightly parted curtains, a door was opened to the room. And, with that open door, came a new mixture of biting air to the room.

The once slightly closed curtains were opened wide, shining and glaring into the master of the house's eyes. Still partially asleep, it was really only a matter of time before the butler awakened him.

"Young Master, it is time to rise. You have quite the busy day ahead of you," Sebastian Michaelis murmured, jerking open the last of the curtains and going to his master's bedside, smiling at the sight of his rousing master.

That damned demon, always looking so smug, Ciel Phantomhive thought to himself as he sat up. Being master of the Phantomhive estate and owner of the Funtom candy and toy corporation took its toll on the young boy. Whether it was late nights doing paperwork or reprimanding his servants after he caught them not working and rather trying to catch glimpses of his butler at work, it exhausted him. Not only that, but every other week, Her Majesty had him running around and chasing people.

"Today I have prepared for you lavender tea from the ports of France along with a blueberry scone. I have looked through the newspaper and circled what articles were important to the case at hand, just as you asked." He brought the cup full of tea, with a saucer underneath, and the newspaper to him, bowing when he took them. He then went over and brought the blueberry scone back from the cart and set it on his lap.

As he read through the paper, he stopped at a certain word. "Scotland Yard has discovered a living victim. All previous bodies have been brought to an undisclosed location," he read aloud, looking to his butler.

"Perhaps they mean the Undertaker?"

"Possibly. Though, I have to wonder why."

"The families of the deceased may have requested it."

"Regardless, we need to investigate this afternoon."

Smirking, Sebastian made sure to mentally note the change in schedule. "Yes, my lord."

After an uneventful morning with Pluto scorching the lawn, Finnian yanking up important roots, Bard blowing up the kitchen, and Mei-Rin stumbling and breaking precious imported cups and plates, the young Earl and his butler had made it to the Undertaker's place of work. As Sebastian helped the young boy out of the carriage, they were greeted by the sight of a grieving family as they left the building, undoubtedly bidding their final farewells to their loved ones. Unfortunately for the suffering souls, they didn't realize what kind of hands they had put their loved one in. They weren't exactly the wrong hands, but they could do better, in Ciel's opinion.

The demon butler opened the door and watched his little master walk inside, his air of confidence and pride returning tenfold, despite his irritating morning. He checked once more on the carriage and then followed inside, closing the door behind himself. However, both men were met with quite the sight to behold; Grell clinging desperately to Undertaker while the latter of the two was grinning like a maniac.

"Ahh~ So nice to see you, Earl~ And as always, a pleasure to see you, too, Mr. butler~" Undertaker freed himself of Grell and moved over to Ciel, pulling the boy into his grasp and using his long black nails to delicately tilt his chin up so they met eye to...well, hair.

Ciel snorted defiantly. "Undertaker," he snapped, shoving the strange man's hand away from his face, "we've come to see the bodies that Scotland Yard shipped to yo-"

He was interrupted by Grell's unmannerly squeal of, "Baaaasssssy~!" However, as he dove for Sebastian, the butler simply opened the door and let the man soar out.

"Strictly business, as expected~" The Undertaker released him and giddily moved to stand in front of the two. "You know the price. I believe you've come 'ere long enough, Earl."

The boy looked at Sebastian, having a silent agreement pass between them. The demon bowed at the waist, his hand on his heart. "Please wait outside, young master."

Once the door was closed and his master was out of sight, it took merely a minute to bring the silver-haired man into a fit of giggles and, inevitably, drool. When the slate-haired boy was allowed back inside with the red maniac, he saw his butler adjusting his gloves. Yet, he dare not ask what caused the retired shinigami to have fits of laughter and a look of euphoria in a matter of a minute, if not less. When the man composed himself, he allowed the duo into the back room. Once there, the Undertaker showed the youngest of the three the reports.

"The documents say little, mi'lord. Although, I have 4 of the 6 people murdered~ I made them pretty, despite their horrid deaths~" He pointed to the bodies of the victims. The young earl looked at him expectantly. "Someone took the remaining two bodies away from the crime scene before the Scotland Yard got there, then?" The retired shinigami shrugged, still grinning like a fool.

"These are useless to me, then," Ciel muttered, handing the papers distastefully back to him. After gazing at the corpses for a few minutes, he gestured for Sebastian to get the door. "That will be all for today." Once his butler opened the door for him they left the back and then eventually left the building entirely. He was soon helped back into the carriage, of course, after his butler disposed of the red menace once again.

Sebastian snapped the reigns of the horses to get them to start moving. "What are your plans, young master?" He knew the boy all too well and he was definitely planning something.

"We will have to head to the crime scene." Hearing a murmur of compliance, he felt the carriage jerk forward slightly as his butler pressed the horses to a semi-fast gallop.

Shortly after, they arrived at the scene. Sebastian once again helped him out of the carriage and then made sure that the horses were secured, keeping a close eye on his young master, who was currently staring at the blood splatters all around the sidewalk and wall. However, in that split moment, there was a muffled yelp of surprise as Ciel was tugged into the dark shadows of the alley. This, of course, resulted in concern and anger flashing through the dutiful butler's claret eyes. "Young master?"

...

There was no response.