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Disclaimer (or whatever it's called): I DO NOT own Kuroshitsuji aka Black Butler aka the most amazing manga in the world. But I do have a Sebby shirt that my amazing friend gave me :D Unfortunately, not close enough.
Chapter 1
"Sebastian!" A cry echoed through the halls of the enormous Phantomhive estate.
Sebastian Michaelis was busy polishing the enormous chandelier that hung from the foyer, when he heard his master's cry. Without a second thought, he jumped down to the ground and hurried to locate the boy.
He found him easily enough, sitting behind a large desk in the study, a frown playing at the corners of his mouth. Before him laid an open letter, with its envelope lying a few inches away—the seal of the Queen could be seen stamped on it.
"Yes Young Master, what is it?" He asked politely.
"Come. I have a task for you."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow quizzically, "A task, my Lord?"
"Yes." Ciel picked up the letter and waved it at his butler, indicating that he was to come and read it.
The raven-haired man walked forward and gingerly took the letter, proceeding to read it out loud:
To my dear boy,
There have been another string of murders occurring in London recently. The victims are similar to the ones from the Jack the Ripper case, with the exception that the girls are younger; I believe the oldest one so far was only eighteen.
The murders have instilled a great sense of fear into the hearts of the citizens of London, and I must ask of you to take care of this.
Under normal circumstances, I would leave this case to Scotland Yard, however the details of the murders suggest that they are not being done by a human. The exact details have been enclosed in this envelope.
Once again, I must rely on you to protect my beloved city. I wish you the best of luck, however I am confident you will not fail me.
Sincerely,
Victoria
"She was right to ask me to solve this case," Ciel began once Sebastian had finished reading, "I just finished looking at the details of the murders—all of the victims have disappeared one day and were found the next morning, horribly mutilated."
He glanced up at his butler, "Obviously the brutality of the murders wouldn't worry me so much, were it not for the fact that they were done in such a short amount of time."
"But my Lord, it's not an extraordinary feat for a human to accomplish—anybody could easily find a young girl and rip her to shreds in the course of a few hours." Sebastian protested.
"Yes, one girl; the murderer seems to have a habit of murdering more than one girl per night, with all of them found in opposite sides of the town." Ciel gazed across the room and began rubbing the ring he wore on his thumb thoughtfully. "If you recall the Jack the Ripper case, all the victims had been brutally mutilated, and two of the murders occurred in such a close time frame, that it hadn't made sense for the police not to have caught him—or rather, to have caught them."
Ciel looked away briefly before continuing. "In any case, the circumstances of the current murders and the circumstances of the Jack the Ripper murders are remarkably similar; hence, my involvement."
"I see," comprehension dawned on Sebastian's face, "and I suppose you already have a particular suspect in mind?"
Ciel's eyes darkened, "Of course. Surely you must also suspect the same person—that blasted reaper, Grell." He spat out his name as if it were poison.
Sebastian repressed the urge to chuckle; he found it quite amusing when his master entered this plutonian state. "What would you have me do Young Master?"
"I'll be taking the carriage into town to visit the Undertaker, so I can get more details about the state the girls' bodies were in when they were found. I want you to find Grell and ask him what his motives are this time."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to kill him immediately my Lord?"
"Yes, of course it would. But I want to make sure that we're not blindly accusing an innocent man; if we were to kill Grell for no good reason, the repercussions could be disastrous. Think of how the other reapers might react."
"They would come after us immediately."
"Exactly. And the last thing I need is for a bunch of revenge-seeking reapers hunting us down. So for now, just question him. If he proves guilty, then you have my full permission to kill him. If not, then ask for his assistance in capturing the killer—give him whatever he desires."
"…Anything he desires, my Lord?" Sebastian asked reluctantly; he knew just how disastrous that could be for him.
"That's what I said, wasn't it? Will that be a problem?" Ciel asked while shooting his butler a sidelong glance, practically daring him to challenge his master.
"No my Lord," Sebastian sighed. Regardless of what the consequences would be for him, Sebastian would do whatever Ciel asked; he was, after all, one hell of a butler.
"Good. Then we'll leave immediately. Ready the carriage."
"Yes my Lord." With a bow, Sebastian hurried out of the study, already dreading the day to come.