A/N: A Kuroshitsuji fanfiction by me! I won't be updating it very often, my main focus is my Soul Eater fanfiction. But I had the idea and I just had to write it! (by the way, 'Cieth' is pronounced like scythe, the weapon. Not 'Cie'th' like from Final Fantasy! It doesn't really matter either way though.) Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or any of the characters! Or Final Fantasy, for that matter. There might be some references. ;)

Chapter 1: Orders

Cieth sat on a plain throne overlooking the ballroom. Below her was a grand flight of stairs, and she could see servants scurrying around, performing their daily duties.

She was completely and utterly bored. She recrossed her legs. What she wouldn't do for a good fight right now! One of her personal servants, Mary Anne, offered her a cup of tea with a big smile. Mary Anne was only 11, and a bit of a klutz, but she was-

Cieth's thoughts were interrupted when Mary Anne dropped the teacup in Cieth's lap.

"Mary Anne!" she gasped.

"I'm sorry!" But something had startled the girl. King Reynold had entered the ballroom.

"Sir!" Cieth stood to attention, saluting her gather. He walked up to her, followed by a page and the captain of the guard.

"Cieth." He nodded at her. "I have a job for you." Cieth was elated. She had been cooped up in the castle for weeks without anything to do. But she kept her gaze level and her face clear of emotion.

"I need you to go into England. In a forest on the outskirts of London lives the Earl of Phantomhive, watchdog to the queen of England. He has been interfering with the plans of our kingdom, and I need you to exterminate him. Understood?" he met her eyes with a hard glare.

Cieth nodded. Her father dismissed her, and she was led away by her handmaiden, Faycei, to change out of her tea stained skirt.

"You really should wear a dress," said Faycei.

"My normal clothes are fine. Father doesn't have a problem with the way I dress, so I don't see why you should."

"It's not that, Your Highness. You should be in disguise for your mission."

Cieth thought about it. "I don't see why I should. I'll be in and out of there before it'll matter."

Faycei shot her a look. "I don't think it'll be as simple as you think, Princess."

"Why is that? Is there something about this Phantomhive character I should know about?"

Faycei's eyes gleamed. Gossip was her specialty. "Mister Phantomhive, he's only 13, he is."

"Thirteen?" Cieth scowled "Father sent me after a child?"

"But, Princess, HE won't be the problem, I think!" Faycei giggled.

Cieth narrowed her eyes. "Spit it out."

"It's his butler, Princess. I've heard he's amazing! He can do anything! And he's tall and dark and mysterious…" Faycei looked much too excited.

"Faycei," Cieth snapped. "That's disgusting. You're 42 years old, learn to act like it."

"Sorry, Princess. Anywho, the boy's name is Ciel." Faycei said, lacing up Cieth's corset.

"Ciel," said Cieth. "The young noble?"

"Yes! Isn't it ironic? Cieth and Ciel, Ciel and Cieth. I know…! A seal with a scythe?" Faycei exploded in laughter. Cieth remained emotionless.

"Oh come ON, Princess! That was funny! Don't you ever smile?" Faycei finished dressing Cieth.

"No." said Cieth.

Faycei sighed. "By any means, I think you should use another name. I think Hannah should fit."

"Such a plain name," responded Cieth.

"It's very common in England."

"Very well then." Cieth began to make her way to the front entrance of the castle. In front of the building, she was met by a black car that took her to the train station. She was on her way to England.

A/N (again): So there it is! I hope you all like it. As always, please comment with any suggestions you may have! I honestly don't really know where this story is going, so I appreciate any of your ideas!

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