Black Memoirs

It's the place where I dumped all of the Kuroshitsuji/InuYasha crossover story ideas in, with absolutely no intention to continue. All of the stories you saw will be seen as an oneshot, a mere drabble, or a spinoff. Everything will not be connected to any other story, unless it is clearly stated. Also, some shot may be uncompleted, with a little to no chance of me coming back to it. So please enjoy!

+The Musings of the Maid of the Trancy Family+

NOTE: It took place in the first episode of the second season of Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler anime.

It was just one of these many days that she regretted stealing that boy from the spider. Hell, if she ever saw him again, she'd be willingly to hand him back without a second thought and run off to find another meal…Preferably a girl. Oh, yes, not even most insane girl in the world would carry this much drama as her current blond master. If the spider wouldn't accept him, after she landed a hand on him and infecting him with her own taints, she'll be happy to bribe him with the use of her own…ehm, body.

The people above know how much he love getting something that didn't belong to him, her especially. She wasn't blind. She always saw his eyes leering at her, akin with desire whenever she encountered him or the other way around. Beside she does need a good roll in the hay too. Even though she was fleeing from her…true master, due to his rough handling of her body, she still has her needs too.

But she'd rather have her needs to be taken care of by someone other than him. He was too much for her to take and she needs a break. A good, long break. A vacation. And a good meal too. She hadn't a good meal in quite a while, no thanks to him.

"Kagome~!" She cringed at the loud, singsong voice of her current, human master from his bedroom. Either he'd try and get her into his bed with him (No. While she may have questionable tastes, even she had her limits therefore she'd not sleep with him…Just…no.), always a failed attempt on his part, getting her to say Ole', something was too ridiculous for her to say, another failed attempt, or she'd need to take care of any issues he currently had, such as killing someone that got on his nerves (that, she doesn't mind doing).

She set down the knife beside the cutting board with a huge salmon on it. She washed her hands, fixed her apron, and pulled down her sleeves. She calmly called out one of the triples to take care of the fish, ignoring their pity glances. She knew they knew about their young master's infatuation with her. And that meant molestation on her part.

And since Alois Trancy was the master, she had no choice but to let him to do what he wants. The reason why she hadn't slept with him yet was because she always managed to say that it wasn't professional and that she was supposed to be his servant. Not a lover, nor a slave.

In her definitions, slave and servant are two different things. A servant may have their say, an opinion, or an opportunity to refuse their master's order, while a slave has absolutely no say in matter. In another words, she always slithered her way out of it. That, of course, angered Alois often, but due to his obsession with his maid, he hadn't dared to strike her, as he adores her flawless skin very much. He merely only took out his frustration on another maid of his, Hannah.

She, however, didn't pity Hannah. She always had inklings that the dark-skinned, violet-haired woman liked the beating Alois often sought to take out on.

Most dark beings were like that, her included. But she didn't appreciate any marking on her body. She preferred her body to be without a mar. Vanity, perhaps, but that's just her.

What a masochist.

She steadily climbed the flight of the stair and made her way to the bedroom of her master. She then stopped before a closed door and knocked on it. She heard his permission to enter and done so. She then quietly shut the door behind her, keeping her eyes down to the ground, as she asked what exactly does her master wants.

She heard him getting off the bed, as the quiet squeaks of the coiled springs echoed, and he approached her, his tall heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She bit back a sigh when she knew the molestation was coming. "Kagomeeee~!" He giggled when he pressed his hands on her well-endowed breasts (sometime she missed the time when her breasts were actually smaller in her youth and she's missing more of it now) and squeezed them, "Firm!" He squealed happily out before pressing his face between her breasts.

'God. Please kill me now. I decided I hated being what I am. Kill me now. Please!' She silently pleaded with Him to end her life, but she knew it wouldn't happen. Eternal Punishment, as it was. "Master…" She clammed up when a warning glare emitted from the young boy and she was forced to let him to do what he want.

Her dark eyes went wide when the hands left her breasts, though his face hadn't move an inch, and cupped both cheeks of her buttock and let out a surprised squeak. This was the first time he had gone this far. Her master usually sticks with her upper attires, not the lower ones.

"You like that, eh?" Another squeeze.

"Master, what…exactly…do you want?" She struggled somewhat, so to get out of the molestation he was giving her. She was looking away from her devious master, so he wouldn't see her blushing. She was also hoping that her long dark hair that her master always insisted on keeping it down would help scouring it. He doesn't need anymore encouragement!

He let go of her, but keeping one hand on her butt, he looked up to the ceiling with a finger on his chin, as if in thought.

She finally managed to will away the blush and cursing herself for not letting that spider to have him, as she looked at her master.

She flinched once more when she felt another squeeze when Alois looked back to his maid, "Oh, yes! I was thinking about…Hmm…Oh, dear, I lost my train of thought." He pouted out.

'Oh, yes, you devious brat. You are plotting to force yourself on me, aren't you? I hate you so much. I should've let the spider to have you. I really, really hate you. When the time is right, I will make sure that your death is slow and painful, when I finally devour you.' She thought darkly, knowing exactly how well her master's unpredictable mind work…most of the time.

"…?" Alois somehow launched himself and stole a kiss.

Her eyes went wide with shock, just as her back went slamming against the door with the force. She then instantly pushed him away, "Y-your highness! This is not appropriate!"

The thunders boomed, the lightning lit up the dark sky, as her master's face twisted with anger, "Get out! Get out now!" He screamed out, stomping his foot down childishly. But his maid can see the tears glistering from yet another rejection from her.

'Yes, cry, you little brat. Know that I'm not something to take lightly of. Cry!' She thought darkly, as she hurriedly escaped from him and shut the door behind her again. Her face twisted with disgust as she wiped away the taste of her master from her lips with a sleeve as she trekked her way back to the kitchen. She ignored the triplets and Hannah as they sniffed the air. She knew they knew that the master forced yet another molestation on her. She knew they knew he actually managed to kiss her. She knew they knew that there was the smell of lust from their master on her skin.

But her authority shut them up. They knew who's stronger. Who's in the charge of them.

She cannot wait to take a bath and get rid the smell of the master's arousal that lingered on her skin and on her clothes. Quite too bad that she had to take care of the dinner first.

She glanced out the window and realized it was raining.

She scoffed and went to check on the stew that one of the triplets made in her absence. A knock on the entrance door echoed and she let out an angry sigh and commanded a triplet to keep an eye on the stew for her.

She then walked out of the kitchen and into the lobby. She opened the door and blinked at the tall male in long jacket and a hat to disguise himself somewhat.

"Wife…? Is that you?"

'DAMMIT TO ALL HELL!' She screamed in her mind as she suddenly shut the door on his face without a word. She turned around and started to calmly trek back to the kitchen, making a mental note to ask Hannah and the triplets to kill her later, preferably slow and painful. However, Alois was looking out from the second floor, stopped her.

"Who was that?" He asked. He didn't hear what the stranger had said to her (if he knew, he'd get jealous and ask her to kill him) but Alois had a mischievous grin on his face. She blinked at his quick change of attitude.

She kind of wanted to see him cry. But of course, he always was moodier than a girl in her monthly cycles. She suddenly felt like smashing her face in a mirror, because she just had to steal him from the spider when she can have someone else with a soul of lesser quality and is not a drama queen.

"It's merely a beggar, your highness." She lied quickly and smoothly. However, Alois continued to press on, "Well, I'd like to see for myself." He zipped down the stair, with grace of a swan, and went to the door. She chewed on her lips, as she, hesitantly, followed him.

He opened it, just as the knocks resumed. "Hello! I'm sorry about my maid's rudeness! How can I help you?"

'I'm so screwed.'

The cinnamon-strained eyes glanced at her way, glowed with a promise. And she knew what sort of a promise it was.

'…Where's the hole I can die in?'

She mourned.

A/N: Well, here we are! Another story? Oh, no. It wasn't exactly a true story. It's more of a dump for the ideas I have no plan to continue but thought it was pretty good and is worthy to draft it out anyway.

You can, however, see it as an oneshot collection. I just did this to get the fogs out of my head when I was working on few major stories for another account of mine. The 'fogs' in my head was stopping me from working properly, as you can see.

If you wanted to use an idea of mine or for whatsoever reason, you must ask me for permission, directly on a PM. Otherwise I'm going to scream plagiarism (both on the plot and the wording.) on you. And we all know what that means. It won't end well for you when you get caught.

And I do have a right to say no, if I feel uncomfortable for any reason at all. Just remember that. That will also apply for rest of the 'chapters' as well. Not just this one.

Just thought I should get that out of the way. Because I know someone will ask.

Anyway, I can't guarantee when the next time I will write out another idea will be soon, since it's not my main focus or anything.

I'd appreciate any comment you have for this!

Do NOT touch this without my permission.

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