It was a normal day in London. Grey clouds hung over head threatening to spoil the day with a heavy rain. A two horse drawn black carriage travelled down the busy street. A relatively tall man sat on the coachman's seat. He had hair as black as the void. Pale porcelain skin the was as white as a dead man's corpse. Brown, no crimson eyes watched the road ahead with a posed gaze.

He came to stop in front of their destination, the Undertaker's shop. But their was quite an odd scene standing in front. She appeared to be a young lady, in very peculiar attire. Her face fixed in a scowl as she glared up at the sign that hung above the door, forest green eyes alight with pure and utter annoyance. Her arms folded across her chest as she tapped an odd shoe against the pavement. Her white blonde hair, quite a thick amount, was straight but wild all at once pulled up into a high pony tail with a thick purple ribbon keeping it in place. Palatinate purple to be precise. The clothing she wore was an odd jacket that appeared to be made of leather, open, some from a grey plaid button up shirt, untucked, and a pair of pants made of a material unknown to him. Not to mention the very strange luggage she had strapped over her shoulders.

But this young lady would have to wait. He hopped down and let his young Master, Earl Ciel Phantomhive. As he stepped out he himself spotted the woman, finding her appearance just as shocking.
He walked up to her calmly and cleared his "Excuse me Miss, but are you alright?" His voice holding all his pride. His butler saw her back tense at the sound of his Master's voice. She turned around and looked at him, her scowl only seemed to deepen. She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger gently as she pulled a pair of square glasses from her pocket. She slipped them on her face before opening her eyes to look over the little Earl once again. Her eyes moved catching the butler's faced with his 'pleasant' closed mouth smile. She looked back to the Earl before she let a sigh fall past her lips, eye sliding closed.

"Truthfully, I am still unsure. If your butler would be so kind to lend me a knife for a moment maybe then I can confirm something."
Ciel eyed her with great and utter confusion, "Confirm what Miss?"
She placed one hand into a pocket of the leather jacket and waved the other in a dismissing matter, "Something of no real importance but I will settle my mind's argument."
Ciel looked up to his butler and nodded. The butler in black pulled out out the piece of silverware and held it out for the strange woman. She opened her eyes taking it in her small delicate looking hands. She held her left hand in a fist and used her right to bring the flat side of the knife down onto her knuckles. Her face screwed up as she winced in pain.
"Ow..." She looked at her knuckles of her left hand and frowned deeply, "Well shit... It actually hurt." She sighed handing back the knife to the butler as the both looked at her in utter confusion.
Ciel spoke carefully but with air as arrogance, "Of course it hurt. Why would it not?"
The woman stuffed her hands back into her jacket as she looked at them, "Because, Ciel Phanthomhive, if this was all a dream, it wouldn't hurt."

Ciel and his trusted butler stared at the girl in utter confusion or disbelieve. She couldn't quite tell behind the masks of composure. It was silent enough between them to hear a pin drop. Or she thought it would be if it weren't for the busy streets of London in the distance.
Sebastian was the first one to speak after the silence, "Excuse me my lady, but what makes you think this was all a dream?"
She gave a short humourless laugh as she looked at him, "Look at me Michaelis, do I look like I belong here? I stand out like a sore thumb."
"That is very much true," he nodded looking over her attire once more with a critical eye. "but that doesn't explain why this would appear as nothing but a dream to you."
She sighed looking away, her glasses sliding down her nose slightly, "No I suppose it doesn't. But for now can we not discuss that? I have my secrets and you have yours."

Without another word she turned and headed into the Undertaker's shop leaving the door open for the Earl and Butler. She walked up to the coffin leaning against the wall at the back of the shop and knocked on the lid.
Her voice holding the slight tone of annoyance, "Undertaker I need a word with you."
The said man moved the lid of the coffin out of the way and looked to her. He spoke in his usually 'low class' accent, "Oh, 'ello there, Mi'Lady. What do you need with me? 'ahaps a fitting for one of me coffins?"
The woman seemed to think about it carefully, "Actually that isn't a bad idea consider I probably won't survive here long..."

She seemed to zone out slightly as the Undertaker had a bit of a chuckle at her way of way of speaking.
"That be a very odd accent you got there Mi'Lady. Where are you from?"
She sighed and waved her hand in another dismissive gesture, "Somewhere a long way off from here. Any way I need to talk you about a few things. I few things someone like me shouldn't know."
He tilted his head, "Oh? And what may that be?"
She looked him square in the eyes, well, where she assumed the eyes would be behind the bangs, "Have you been playing around in that library by any chance?"
He looked at her in slight shock, "You are right Mi'Lady, that you shouldn't know about that. How do you know about such a thing?"
She waved both hands this time, her annoyance far more clear in her voice, "It doesn't matter and it is far to confusing to explain. Let us just say I know a great many things I shouldn't and leave it at that. Now please just answer the question."

The Earl, the Butler and the Undertaker were all very confused by the odd young strange woman in their mists.
Undertaker spoke carefully, "No I have not Mi'Lady."
The young lady sighed took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose hard. She sat down on a coffin in a huff and tried to keep herself calm, "Do you know if a book by the name, Amber Von Tously is missing by any chance?"
The Undertaker shook his head causing the girl to sigh.
She gritted her teeth and spoke through them carefully, "Then how else, in the name of Gehenna, did I wind up here?"
Sebastian looked to her carefully, "Gehenna my Lady?"
The forest green eyes snapped open to him, "Gehenna, oblivion, the abyss, the inferno, purgatory. In a simple word 'hell'." She leaned in seemingly baring her teeth, "But I am sure you of all people know exactly of what I am talking about."

Sebastian tilted his head to the side giving his 'pleasant' smile, "I am afraid I have no clue about what you are talking about."
She sighed taking off her glasses and cleaning them on her plaid shirt, "Sorry, I am a bit grumpy... But that can be expected of someone if you wake up in some random alleyway with no idea how you got there. Let alone a splitting headache to accompany the strange circumstances."
Ciel watched her carefully, recovering from her little statement, "You said you are from here. Are you lost?"
She slipped her glasses back on, "In the simplest terms of it, yes. But I am afraid it is bit more complicated than that... A lot more complicated..."
Undertaker looked over her, "Would you like tea while you try to explain all this Mi'Lady?"
"Yes," she closed her eyes, "and some of your bone biscuits wouldn't be passed up on either."

After a few quiet moments, they were sitting on the coffins around the shop. The young lady sipped her tea from the beaker cup carefully. She took a bone biccie and dunked it carefully before biting off the end.
She swallowed it down, "First things first the name is Amber Von Tously. No need to introduce yourself. I know who you all are."
Ciel nodded, "You said you are lost. Where are you from? We might be able to help you home."
Amber placed a hand over her mouth stifling a laugh, "As I said, it is complicated. It is so much a where but a when. Granted, I sure as hell not from Britain. My history isn't so good but my country was colonised by England in 1700's. I have no desire to go there at this moment however."

The three gentlemen watched her with all their own faces. Undertaker was giggling at her predicament, Sebastian's face was calm and quite unreadable, Ciel's held calm disbelief and speculation.
His voice carried it even more so, "You can't except me to believe that."
Amber sipped her tea and merely looked at him, "I have no reason to lie. Whether you believe me or not is your choice. I am not going to waste my breathe trying to persuade your stubborn mind. The 21st century is the time I call home. The horse and carriage is far out of style and our cars are alot faster. Our phones are wireless and cordless and the clothes you are wearing, we would only wear to a costume party... Or in my case, SuperNova or ComicCon." She gave a knowing smirk at her little inside joke.

He continue to glare at her with his sky blue eye. She stared back unafraid as she nibbled more on her biscuit. Once done she reached down and unzipped her back pack and pulled out a odd looking device. Standing not removing her eyes from the Earl's she pulled another odd device from her back pants pocket, wrapped in what seemed to be an odd wire. The three watch her movements, cautious now the new devices. She plugged the smaller one into the bigger on with the wire. Amber grinned and played with the smaller one for a bit before. Her grin grew bigger as she hit the middle button on the small device. Music and voices came from the bigger device now. Amber, of coarse, knew it to be the song, Monochrome no Kiss, the theme song of Kuroshitsuji. The looks on their faces where priceless to her as she laughed at there shock.

She stopped the music after a bit but continued to laugh in a quite unlady like manner. She was having trouble breathing by the end of it. Ciel was the first one to speak as they slowly calmed down from the shock.
"What is that thing?!" All niceties out the window now.
Amber breathed out carefully as she corrected her glasses, "For me, it was facing the forth wall and shattering it with a sledge hammer." She gave a chuckle shaking her head. "For you however you can think of it as a very advanced music box I guess. Do not ask me to explain how it works. It would be a bit hard to explain in this day-en age."
Sebastian watched her very closely as she put away, "That is quite a music box then... But what was the forth wall you were referring to?"
She held her arms in an 'x' in front of herself, "Oh no. We are leaving that topic untouched for all eternity."
Sebastian gave a slight smirk and dropped his voice to a seductive octave, "Are you sure their is nothing that can be done to change your mind?"

Amber's face darkened to a bright shade of red as she pointed a stern finger at him, "You even try and I will scream something that you don't want people knowing!"
Sebastian tilted his head moving towards her in a predatory manner, "Oh and what would that be?"
She pointed harder leaning back away from his advances, "Ich werde Ciel sagen, dass du in deinem Schrank Katzen versteckst."*
Sebastian stopped his advance as he recognised the language. German.
He eyed her carefully with almost a dark intent, "Und woher willst du das wissen, meine Dame?"
She lowered her arm relaxing carefully, "Ich weiß von vielen Dingen, von denen ich eigentlich keine Ahnung haben sollte. Dinge, die ich erst teilen werde, sollte mein Leben in Gefahr sein. Ich erzähle dir dies bloß gerade, weil ich weiß, dass du mich ohne einen Gedanken zu verschenken töten kannst. Ich bin trotz allem menschlich."

He gave a soft deadly smile, "You speak German well."
She remained still watching him, giving a simple answer, "I enjoying learning."
He grinned a sly grin, "Knowledge is a dangerous thing."
She gave a small sly smile of her own, "That is true, but my knowledge is random so I don't fall to its corruption."
Ciel gave a grumble, "What in the world are you two talking about."
Amber smiled looking to him, "The value of my life I belief. Personally I value it quite a bit and do not desire to die anytime soon. But since I am here I think I will need some help from you."

Ciel straightened his stance becoming his regal self once more, "Oh and why should I help you?"
"I know a great many things I shouldn't. I could be of use on your cases or research," Amber tilted her head with a polite smile. "Also I am not bad at playing chess. But I do have one request if you do agree."
Ciel narrowed his eyes, "And what would that be?"
Amber looked in square in the eye, "The day I where a corset is the day the inferno freezes over. I will dress as a male. Oh I should also mention my bloodline can be traced back to Mary Queen of the Scots. So I would prefer being treated as a Lord. Cover story being your cousin from far far away that is now in London to conduct family business."

*"I tell Ciel, you're hiding cats in your closet."
"And how do you know that my lady?"
"I know a lot of things I should not do. Things I will not share, if not my life is in danger. I share this with you because I know you can kill me without a thought. I am only human."

Translations have been altered by help of the lovely Luna8989. Thank you very much for your assistance.