Disclaimer: I do not own the Cain Saga series nor do I own the Kuroshitsuji series(for English speakers this is known as Black Butler) those stories belongs to their respectable creators for their ingenious works. This was done solely for entertainment purposes only. Since I dually enjoyed both mangas; I was inspired to write a crossover since reading another crossover another fan had written. (By the way it was written excellently capturing all characters personalities which make them more appealing.) My only two complaint is that she could have written more on the emphasis on the two butlers meeting in the servants quarters at the party; to me that would have been more of an interesting encounter.
A/N:Well since both stories surround themselves in the mid to late 19th century of Victorian England and coincide with the same events pertaining to Jack the Ripper incidents, horror, human trafficking, pedophilia, incest, betrayal and light sexual situations in the underworld of the dangerous dealings of London's aristocratic societies. This is a prefect combination for the two main character to meet one another. Collaborating together solving crimes by the Delilah and the underworld both uncover a common bond of revenge, desolation and the truth.
The Prince of Poison and The Queen's Watchdog
Chapter I: Phantoms and Greaves
Hey! Heyyyy!…someone he…lp help me!…haa…haa….p-please..
"Mother….Father…Se…Sebastian are… Someone….haa… please! H…h…help me!"
He became breathlessly as he ran yelling at the top of is lungs, his eyes filled with helpless horror of what he witness stained his once brilliant livid cerulean eyes.
The young boy made a mad dashed frantically in and out the manor hallways searching; in his terrified state he needed answers…wanted to understand what was happening.
Opening doors as he made his way across the huge manor still searching…for anybody that would be still around, but no to avail… only silence filled the halls.
Despite his hollowed breathing from his heart plumping full of adrenaline he had to continue…to search…for someone
"If I keep looking for any signs of life… I'm bound to find someone around…hopefully still alive."
Untold feeling to him, he feared to lose hope… until suddenly a mere thought arose to him.
He remember the servants quarters in the lower level of the manor…"Yes! Yes! I know! I must locate the butler he must know something." he thought to himself.
As he hastily raced down the corridor from upstairs, down the stairs into the foyer of the main hall.
Soon as he located the door to the lower level of the manor, the young boy flung opened the door only to find the older man in a aghast state.
The butler stood by the window in a state of unconfined fear; the look on his face was such in a hurried state, his eyes gave a very threatening look to the young boy to stay away…not to approach any further.
Since the young boy didn't full understand the situation in front of him, he encroached onward calling out to the man standing immobile in the corridor.
"Tanaka! Mother…Father their…" he was suddenly cut short by a distressed glare from the butler.
"Young master! Y-You should not be here, please leave immediately your life is in…" Tanaka was suddenly cut off, he felt sharp pain pierce him from the back.
His eyes cried for the young master to flee, but it was too late…a wide-eyed Ciel watch him slowly collapse to the carpeted floor. The young boy rushed to his side as he laid there in pain.
Not knowing what to do…He shook the older man to answer. "Tanaka!…Please rise! I demand you…!What's the matter…please will you answer me!"
Ciel intensively stared at him looking for some answer from the butler, but only silence and pain stricken his face. Tanaka spit out blood from his mouth splattering in the young boy's face as he lied on the floor trying to say something.
In his last tempt to regain his strength, the butler reached out his hand to touch him, but was stopped short by swift kick to the head.
"Taaaanakkaa, N-noooooo!" cried the young boy
He gasped in shock…someone was standing from behind the fallen butler, in this intruder's grasp a large carver's knife shone with the blood of the butlers stained.
In revulsion, the young boy's eyes widen as the intruder stood there menacing, his cold eyes barrowing down at the frighten immobile boy.
"N-n-noooooooo!" the young boy eyes screamed
As he tried to run away, he felt a looming hand grab him from behind by another unknown accomplice using a white cloth full of chloroform to subdue him.
"B…b…ooomm lights out you little brat….." Ah ha ha haaa!
Waking up to the cover of night, the moon hanged high in the sky signifies as a omen to the unknown darkness and approaching death. The young boy looked up to his demise inside a boxed cage, preying for someone to save him from these binding chains.
He was not the only child inside the cage, there were countless others along. Many hone the same feelings….looks of once were carefree, joyous innocence's were no longer visible on their gloomy tiny faces.
He silently wondered…what could have happen to their families? Weren't their Mothers and Fathers searching for them? Does anybody care for them too? Were their families also 'taken' away from them too?
He crouched helplessly in the corner waiting…wanting anybody to save their souls from these disgraceful monsters, he knew that nobody would come to aid them to safety, not even the Almighty God could aid them in the time of need.
"All hope is…lost"
He was badly bruised, branded with the mark of the beast and fatigue wary on his once vibrant innocent face. The daily pain of being beaten, tortured and moved to person to person as a sideshow freak was too much for him to bare.
Night after night, the number of children dwindled being sold as 'pets' to the highest bidder and he too was sold. One night as he unwillingly slept inside a closed off dark room, there no recognizable windows nor lights that could escape the fathom of darkness. the sound of footsteps stopped short, he overheard one of his captors talking to another outside the door.
"Oh good evening sir, we have a rare special treat inside of this room. I've been informed that this is the late Phantomhive's boy. I just obtained him from an underground source this afternoon. It cost me a hefty fine for a special boy like him… He's quiet worn-out after trying to bit me, I made sure I gave him a good whipping." Sadistically announced the unknown assailant.
"Do you think he has anybody searching for him?"
"Not that I'm truthfully aware…not that I care anyhow."
"Oh…ah really!" hmm…excellent this is a treat… he'll do nicely. In that case I'll take the boy off your hands. This will appease the 'posh' beast. The beast will grant our grandest desires!
Until that bitter night came… he, a Phantomhive subjected to a sacrificial lamb to this "beast". People full in a circular room faces were covered by masked and cloaks to conceal their wretched unkind gazes as they placed him on an alter sneering and sintering smiling at the broken soul of the young boy.
A man in a white mask raised his hands as he hushed the crowd to silence. he announced the "celebrations" of the night. The man in the white mask murmured some incantations as he swiftly drove the dagger into the young boys chest causing him to holler a blood curdling scream.
Ciel jumped out his sleep by kicking his sheets and down comforter away from hollowed terror of a cry,
AAAHHH N-n-noooooo
his eyes widen with fright and paranoia. He quickly grabbed his pistol from under his pillow as his eyes frantically searched around his room. There was a knock on his door, his heart raced as he swiftly pointed his pistol towards the door holding it with shaken hands.
"My young lord? What is the matter? Are you alright?…I've heard your screaming. Please allow me to enter?" Announce Sebastian from behind the door.
The butler cautiously opened the door to the young master's bedroom, since he knew that the young master would pull the trigger; he previously removed some bullets from his pistol's cartridge earlier that evening.
Being with the young master he knew his every movement, since he can recall that night he stay by the young boy's side during a storm. The young master accidentally pulled the trigger on him, but luckily the cartridge was empty. Sebastian pretend to walk cautiously towards him placing his white gloved hand on the young master's pistol lowering it.
"It's all over now, please my young lord calm down it was just a dream. There is no one to do any harm to you. Hand over the pistol and please return to your slumber." He said with a "considerate" smile.
Ciel realized that it was his butler when his eyes focused to normal, he swat away Sebastian's hand from his pistol placing back under his pillow. Before he laid his head back down on his pillow, he turned his attention to Sebastian.
"Se…Sebastian…?"
"Yes young master, do you have something to say?"
Ciel paused for a moment, then he continued his inquiry….
"You removed my bullets again…haven't you Sebastian?
"Yes, I did sir…You could have caused a misfortune by injuring any of your servants and you don't want that now? Does that satisfy your answer?
"No, it does not you're the only I "trust" to come to me whether I call you or not."
"Ah ha, right…you are sir. Moreover, you know that I'll be with you until the very…end." Darkly smirked the demon as he cupped his right gloved hand over Ciel's little chin staring at the boy's left eye with the covenant mark.
Ciel swiftly removed his hand away from his chin, slightly sinking into bed.
"However ,did that other young earl respond to tomorrow's brunch invitation?"
"Mmh, I'm sorry sir…I did not get an reply from him. He must be a recluse just like young master. A common trait…I must say."
Ciel hung his head down in defeat, only murmuring to himself as he cussed under his breath.
"What was that…young master?"
"Nothing, Whatever!… I'm going back to sleep…goodnight Sebastian."
"Goodnight and sleep well my lord."
Ciel plunged back into this bed with an uncomfortable weak plop, Sebastian recovered the sheets and down comforter from the floor, placed them on top of the now peaceful sleeping young lord.
The butler silently lowered his head in displeasure as his gazed fixated on the boy sleeping. His dreams are becoming much troublesome for him; the young master's dreams are more and more frequent. Was there something causing this? Much to his dismay he did not have an answer, he quickly turned around exited the young master's room to return to his nightly rounds.
Across town in London a grand manor stands still; with only one light illuminating a single room, the young Earl of Hargreaves was up late in his great study reading up on a highly narcotic intoxicant plant.
The golden-green eyed young man sat down quietly at his ebony desk reading from his favorite book on rare poisons from world renown Botanist Peter Mckeegan.
It is said that it's proprieties were a characteristic of severe muscle relaxation, unusual hallucinogenic phantoms and loosening of bowel movements.
"Interesting enough there wasn't any mention of death. Perhaps the author never finished his study of the Maulder plant?"
Frustrated, Cain got up from his over sized cushioned chair from behind his desk, stopped in front of his bookshelf to look for more information.
He placed down the book on top another stack of books, he tilted his head in afterthought. His golden-greenish eyes scanned the middle shelf of books on different types of plants and medical drugs used in medicine.
Feeling tired he rubbed his shoulders with his right arm as he glided his left hand through his cropped dark raven hair. Before he could reach the next book, there was a knock on his study door.
"Lord Cain, It is late! Do you intend to stay up all night? Also you have a prior engagements in the morning with Chancellor Brown and in the evening attending Lady Cantor's birthday party. Milord, May I please enter to speak to you sir?" Acknowledged his butler behind the door.
"Ah…Riff, you may enter." He said to some extent of irritation while still looking at the bookshelf.
Riff knew that his young lord gets this way when becoming overly consumed with the study of botany. Always burying himself in these books and then mentally tiring himself to the point of exhaustion.
He must be researching an new poison to use or trying to find some type of antidote to counter the effects. Whatever it is he'd wished Master Cain took it easy on himself. Cain frantically searched for Sir Mac Author's book of "Acute Poisons and their Effects".
"Ah, my lord if I may inquire you about important matters…. it would be imperative for you to listen." continued Riff as he maneuver around the stacks of books towards the young lord's desk. Cain stopped what he was doing to give the butler his undivided attention.
"Please Riff inquire me about tomorrow's affairs, this must be interesting."
"My lord, tomorrow evening is Lady Cantor's birthday; she wishes to have your presence their along with your sister Merry-Weather. The festivities consist that your wear attire of costume, However before that you have a meeting with Chancellor Brown at eight in the morning; he wants to discuss with you about a business endeavor."
Cain leaned against the bookshelf with his arms folded across his chest (trying not to fall asleep), he was silent for a moment and then he answered Riff.
"I do not wish for my little sister to attend, I want her to stay here where it is safe."
"But sir…don't you think she wants to have a bit of freedom, she doesn't like being closed up inside this manor."
Cain said nothing in return, he knew Riff was right about him not letting his little sister not have any freedom, even when in close range. He did not want his disgrace of a father to lay his grimy hands upon his dear sister. "Haa...Alright, but I'm still not too fawned of the idea of her being amongst that crowd. Moreover...
"Chancellor Brown? Eh, I've never spoken to this person before what does he want of me?" suspiciously asked Cain.
"Not quiet sure my lord, but he insisted on meeting you for tomorrow morning, Also Master Cain I see… that your… falling… asleep while I'm still talking to you! Isn't time for you to retire for the night you have a full day ahead of you."
"Alright, you win Riff I'm tired anyhow we can continue this discussion over my bath tomorrow morning." He said while yawning towards the door.
"Master Cain, there is another important detail to attend to after Chancellor Brown's meeting..?
He stopped for a moment before opening the door to the hallway, he was curious to know what else Riff was going to say. Instead of waiting for a word from his valet, Riff waltz up to the young lord with a envelop; on it's back ,there was a stamped crest with the insignia of C.P. His manservant handed him an envelop knife to open the top of the folded creases, inside there was an invitation card. It reads:
"Earl Phantomhive invites Earl Hargreaves to a brunch at the Phantomhive Manor's botanical garden at 10:30 am we will be expecting you soon"
Signed, Ciel Earl of Phantomhive