Black Butler Goth Girl Chapter 1: The first Half, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

Black Butler Goth Girl

"Yes, my Lord." then the computer screen went dark. I had just finished the second season to the Black Butler, and I was really impressed. I sighed. Sebastian...why can't you just be real? Why can't you be my butler and fall in love with me? I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "I wish I could find someone to be with. I'm too antisocial." I said to myself. Dammit, Luna! Why is love always on your mind? A voice in my head asked. I wished I knew. For a fourteen year old goth girl, I shouldn't be surprised that I was boyfriend-less. I had already justified a while ago that I watch anime so I can get away from reality and love, but when I see those attractive anime guys, like Sebastian, it just remindes me that there may be great people like him out there, but those people aren't with me. They don't love me. They don't know I exist. Damn, I was starting to sound like Alois Trancy, the little bitch who tried to take Ciel from Sebastian. I guess I kinda knew how Alois felt, being alone without anyone to give his love to. I could relate to Alois. Relate to the one character I absolutely hated? Double Damn.

I got up from my desk and shut my laptop. I walked over to the mattress that was placed on the floor by my window, and plopped down tiredly. I opened my window and leaned out. Instead of looking at the dull street on which I lived, which had no other teenagers to hang out with, just adults I barely knew, I looked up at the sky. I decided to make a wish. A tear ran down my cheek, as it always did after I decided to wish for something impossible. I chose a star and stared at it. "Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, to have the wish I wish tonight." I clutched the window sill as I spoke yet another wish I knew would never come true. "Let me find someone like Sebastian. Or maybe let me dream about him. Please, I just want something...I want to live with Sebastian and Ciel and Bardroy and Finny and Mey-Rin and Tanaka. I want Sebastian to be in love with me, and I want to be able to live back in the nineteenth century and wear fancy dresses." My face was soaked in my tears, now. Why do you always do this to yourself? Are you stupid?

Once again, I sighed. "Hello, Kisten." I closed my window and turned to find my gothish-perverted-annoying-evil imaginary friend sitting in my black bean bag chair across the room from me. Kisten, being the blond little devil that he was, always screwed things up in my life. Especially with guys. He would always make me paranoid and shakey and scared, so I usually never dated any boy for longer than a week. Partly, I thought that if I could find someone amazing, who I could truly love with all my heart, Kisten would leave me the hell alone. But, we see how that's worked out so far...

Are you an idiot? Are you trying to become depressed? I hate how you're always complaining, "oh, I don't have a boyfriend! boo hoo, I 'm all alone, waaaaahhh, why can Ella get a guy to like her and I can't?" bla bla bla...And I bet your friends are annoyed by it, too. Officially pissed off, I threw a pillow at him, which I knew would only go right through him. I did it anyways, just to vent some of my anger. "I'm not like that, and Ella is happy, so that's all that matters to me. Along with the happiness of my other friends." I scowled at him. Hmm...I really am interested in that Ella...but I also admire Mary anne, Amanda, and Cassie. My eyes widened in shock. My few friends at school were the only people I talked to, mostly goths. Ella was the emotional, understanding type of girl. Mary anne was like a big sister to me. She gave me piggy back rides and gave me food at lunch. Amanda was always spunky, even though she was shy about it...she never thought she was pretty, either. Cassie, she-well, let's just say she's someone you don't wanna get angry. Me...well, I cared a lot about my friends. That's about it. "Woah, Kist. I didn't know your horizons had broadened. So what do you like about all of them?" For once, I was interested in something Kisten had to say. In the back of my mind, I knew this was all an elaborate play going on in my head that just kept my mind from wandering back to my own self pity. Well, of course you already know that I think Ella's really sexy, but Mary anne is wild and crazy and dresses like a total badass. Amanda, well...if you tell anyone I said this, I'll kill you...I think she's really cute. That's all I'm saying. Cassie has a real firey passion, you know? That's just awesome. You know I like feisty girls. Come to think about it...It seems like all of your friends are better than you. What a shame. Kisten smirked then dissapeared. Damn him. He was such an ass to me all the time. I decided to forget what he said, and go to sleep instead even though I was still in my jeans and boots.

As I was drifting off, I thought about what I would do if I ever wanted to make a contract with a demon...I knew in my heart what I would do. And I knew the price: My soul. I slipped into unconsciousness with the thought that I would gladly give it up.

I woke up in the harsh light of the sun. "The sun?!" I shouted as my shock fully awoke me. I was soooo late for school. "Shit. Dad's gonna kill..." I had just noticed my surroundings. I was in a forest. trees surrounded me, and since the sun beat down on my black hair mercilessly, I didn't have to look to know that it was around noon time. "What the hell?! What the fuck is going on? Am I dreaming? I...I..." I needed to calm down. I stood up and looked around. After an angry sigh, I said to myself, "You know what? Fuck it! I woke up in a forest, I'm sure that's a good enough excuse to miss school. Besides, it's not like anybody's gonna find me. Shit. I guess I'll just go with the flow. What do i have to lose?" I stretched and began wandering through the woods, trying to find my way to some sort of civilization. It must've been nearly an hour before I finally leaned against a tree to rest. "Damn. I can't find anything except trees, trees, and more freaking trees!" I sighed, wondering if I would be able to sleep out there without being eaten by something that night. Then I heard a voice.

Acting on impulse, I grabbed the closest tree branch and climbed up to a level where I was safely out of sight of whoever was there, but I was still close enough to hear what they were saying. I had to grip a branch above my head to keep from falling. "Claude? Claude, where did you run off to?" a worried voice asked. Why does that voice sound so familiar? All of a sudden, a blond head came into view just below the tree I was hiding in. I saw a purple coat, and gasped.

All of a sudden, a voice from behind whispered in my ear, "Boo." I shrieked and lost my grip on the branch above me, and I fell. After hitting a couple of branches on the way down, I finally hit the ground. My vision was blurry, and I could barely make out Claude jumping gracefully from the tree over to Alois. "I apologize, your Highness. There was a visiter on the grounds that was not invited."

I barely saw Alois kneel before me before my eyes shut completely. I felt tired, and everything hurt. Someone, I assume Alois, took my face in his hands and turned my head left, then right. "She's pretty. Let's take her to the manor and have Hannah bandage her wounds." I faded into unconsciousness as I felt a pair of strong arms lift me up from the ground.

I awoke in a soft bed. My whole body ached, and I was in a daze. With my eyes still closed, I tried to sit up. Someone put their hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down. "No no, Miss. You'll lose your strength if you try to move right away." My eyes snapped open at the familiarity of the voice. Alois Trancy was sitting before me. He looked...well, normal. Just like he looked in the anime. But that's impossible...I looked at my arms, which were covered in white gauze. I could feel the pressure of gauze around my head and on my legs, too. My skin looked...different. How can I be here? How is this even possible? Does this mean I'm in anime form too? Why is this happening? "Is something wrong, miss...?" Alois asked, interrupting my internal chaos. Oh, yeah. I never told him my name.

"Luna...Bell." I said hesitantly. I knew Alois was bad news, so I wasn't sure if I should give him my name. Yeah, like he can just go and see your records and birth certificate that don't even exist yet. You have no name in this world. If you told him your name was Susie Que, he'd believe you. Just play it cool and act like you belong in this time, My conscience told me. Alois smiled brightly.

"Wow, a beautiful face, voice, and name! So, where are you from, Miss Bell? I couldn't help but notice that you were wearing trousers! Ha! Trousers, on a lady..." There were two things that I noticed. One: He called me beautiful. (um, no.) And two: He put my pants-wearing status in past tense. I didn't know which one to correct first, so I took a peek under the thick purple blanket that covered me. I shrieked and my face became red. "What's the matter, Miss Bell?" I could see a smile playing at the corners of Alois' mouth, like he thought he was playing a game.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER? I'M IN MY UNDERWEAR, THAT'S THE MATTER!" I yelled, pulling the blanket up over my shoulders so he wouldn't see my black bra straps. Does that really make a difference? How much do you think he saw when you were knocked out? This little creep is such a pervert. My conscience told me. Suddenly, Hannah was standing in the open doorway of the room. Alois turned to her.

"M-Master, I've just finished washing the lady's clothing," She said. The bandage she had on in the second Black Butler wasn't there, both of her eyes were perfectly fine. Oh, I must be here in the time before all that stuff-Alois broke my thought process again as he quickly stood up and stomped across the room to her.

I already knew what he was going to do. "How dare you interrupt us, Hannah!" Alois yelled. He raised his hand to slap her and she flinched, preparing herself for a beating.

"Stop it, Alois! Don't hit her!" I shouted as I quickly sat myself up. Pain shot up my spine, but I ignored it. I was more worried about poor Hannah than my stupid self. Alois paused, lowered his hand, and turned around.

In a surprisingly serious voice, he asked, "How do you know my name?"

Shit.

"Um...well, w-who doesn't know the great Earl of Trancy? Surely you must know that you have many fans..." I floundered for something more to say, but then a thought occured to me. Wait. If you're really here, then you can tell the little bastard what you think about him instead of shouting at your computer. You can finally say all the things you thought you'd never get the chance to say, and you can leave here and...see Sebastian. The sudden realization shocked me. Why hadn't I thought of this before? Ignoring the pain and embarassment, I threw the blanket off me and walked over to Alois in nothing but my black bra and panties. Oh, to hell with it! He probably already saw me like this anyways. I walked over to him, grabbed his shoulders, and shouted in his face, "Listen here, you little shit! I have hated you since the moment I first saw you, and you need to just stop all this bullshit! I know that your little brother died and you were mistreated and defiled and you had to turn to a demon for help, but you shouldn't act like a spoiled brat and take your anger out on Hannah all the time! If you keep hurting the people you supposedly 'love', then they won't want to be around you anymore, and not even a contract or your soul will keep them bound to you once they've had enough!" His big blue eyes welled up with tears. He sniffled.

"How...how did you know?" He asked as big tears fell down his red cheeks. I sighed.

"I'm...Psychic. I can see the past, present, and future," I didn't want to reveal the truth to him, who knows what he'd do to me after I'd just told him off like that! "And I know everything. I may as well tell you now, since you're already in so much pain. Claude does not love you. His devotion to your every need is only because of the contract. He is loyal, but he doesn't really care about you. Hannah, on the other hand," I jerked my head in her direction as a gesture, "...She loves you very much. I'm honestly shocked that she hasn't left before now, seeing as you and her didn't make a contract." I let go of Alois' shoulders, and he fell to his knees in front of me, staring at the floor.

I saw his tears drop to the floor, and he said coldly, "Claude does love me. He calls me your Highness and he does nice things for me and he cares about me." I scoffed.

"Whatever. Think what you wish. Just know that the next time you hit Hannah, she's letting you. She's letting you hit her because she loves you for real." I turned to her, and she looked from Alois to me. "Please take me to the place where you put my clothes." She looked surprised at my calmness, but nodded. I followed her out into the dark hallway as she took off her apron and handed it to me.

"Here you are, Miss Bell. To cover yourself with." She said shyly, not looking at me. I gladly took the apron, thankful for the hugeness of it, and wrapped it around my body, just under my shoulders. I continued to follow her down the dark corridor until she suddenly stopped and turned to me. "Please, Miss Bell, tell me. How did you know all of that?"

I stopped beside her. "As I said, I'm psychic. I can see the past, present, and future."

"But..." She continued, "How did you know I love the Master the way I do? How did you know about Claude?" She looked worried.

I smiled at the confused demon. "Don't worry. It's about time Alois found out. Besides, I don't like men who mistreat women. And," I paused to glance at a silhouette against the wall behind us, "I also don't like men who eavesdrop." I glared at the figure. I already knew who it was. Suddenly, all of the candle holders in the hall lit themselves and the three of us were illuminated. "Claude." I said stiffly. He scowled. Suddenly, before I even realized what was happening, he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall, a good three feet from the ground. I could barely grunt from the pain, he was squeezing my neck so tightly. Hannah gasped in shock. The apron slipped to the floor.

Claude spoke through clenched teeth. "I do not know who you are or where you came from, but I think it would be best if you returned to your home...and never came back. I will not have you ruining my plans." Claude's eyes began to glow a pinkish red as his free hand became demonic and clawed. I felt the sharp tips of his fingers against my stomach, piercing my skin...about to tear me open, when a sharp voice stopped him.

"Claude! Let Luna go, now. As your master, I command you!" Alois yelled. For once, I was glad to see Alois. Claude growled.

"Yes, your Highness."

As commanded, Claude dropped me, and I landed hard on my butt. I hissed in the pain that was added to my older injuries. Damn, I'm gonna be fucking paralyzed by the time I get home. "Luna, I think you should go. You are not wanted here. I'll give you fifteen minutes to get clothed and leave the manor. If you are not off the grounds of the Trancy estate by that time, I will let Claude kill you." Bitch! I can't believe he's actually making me-wait, scratch that. this is exactly the kind of thing Alois Trancy would make me do.

"Come on, Hannah. We have to hurry." I said. She nodded and we ran down the impossibly long hall. I didn't even bother to get the apron back. After a few turns, we came to what I presumed was the laundry room. She entered, but I stood still in the hall. I didn't have time to play maid while my life was at stake. Hannah reappeared and silently returned to me my jeans, black button up shirt, black socks, and my boots. I quickly threw it all on, then ran to a nearby window. I opened it and looked down. "We're on the second floor, huh? Well, I'm already banged up, so a little jump won't be too bad. Besides, broken legs are better than dying," I climbed up on the window sill and turned my head to tell Hannah goodbye, but she wasn't there.

"Down here, Miss Bell!" She shouted from the ground just below where I was sitting. Heh, demons...I jumped off the sill and landed safely in Hannah's arms. She set me down and curtsied. "Thank you for your visit." she said.

I smiled. "No, thank you. I'd be dead in a few minutes if it wasn't for you. Well, I must be off!" I ran from the Trancy estate as quickly as my legs could carry me. I followed the cobblestone driveway until I came to a road. I knew that in my condition, I needed to walk, but if Claude wanted to kill me so badly, I had to get as far away from there as quickly as possible.

God, I'm exhausted! If Coach Herman saw me right now, my P.E. grade would be the best in the school! I had been running nonstop for almost three hours down the winding paths of multiple dirt roads, and I was dead tired. Well, atleast there are clouds in the sky to cover the sun. The last thing I needed was a freaking sunburn. Finally, I came across a second manor, one I recognised with a warm familiarity. "Phantom...hive." I panted. Finally able to just walk, I made my way to the grassy courtyard where my legs finally gave out and I collapsed. Why am I passing out so much? I never pass out! I thought. I was exhausted, but happy. I finally made it to the one place I wanted to be. Once again, I let unconsciousness consume me.

I heard rain against window panes, and voices. I felt pain everywhere again. I was in another soft bed, but this one was softer than the first, proving (in my own stupid way) that I was in a better place than the Trancy Estate. The voices I heard were easily recognisable, even though they were muffled by what I guessed was the door. I didn't open my eyes, I just listened. "It's just like I told Bard and Tanaka, Sebastian! I went outside to get the mail for you when I saw a strange girl wearing trousers and boots! I got Finny to carry her inside and went to look for you, yes I did!" Said Mey-Rin, the maid of the phantomhive estate. I heard some footsteps.

"So she's in there? Who is she, anyway?" Bardroy, the cook, said.

"Is she all right? I hope she isn't hurt too badly. When I saw all those bandages on her, I felt so sad..." said Finny, the gardener. There was a moment of silence, then I heard the golden voice I'd never thought I'd hear in real life.

"Never mind who she is. We'll find out later. For now, I must see to this strange girl and inspect her wounds." A rush of excitement ran through my body. Sebastian is coming to check my wounds? Hmm. Maybe I should pretend to still be asleep. God knows how awkward it would be for Sebastian to look at my body if I was awake! uuugghhh...I'm not ready for that...yet. The door opened, and shut almost immediately. I heard no footsteps, but I could sense his presence. Sebastian chuckled. "Cute girl. Such a shame to be beaten this way." I fought the urge to squeal. HE THINKS I'M CUTE! HE THINKS I'M CUUUTE! God, I sound like Rudolph... I was suddenly chilled by the breeze created by what I guessed was Sebastian removing the covers so he could see me. I knew I still had my clothes on, apart from my shoes, because I could feel the fabric clinging to my skin from the warm atmosphere the blanket made. Sebastian lightly lifted my leg and rolled up my jeans to see the scratches from the fall I took when I first came to this world. Thank God I shaved my legs before I came to this weird anime place, I thought. Sebastian held my leg gently in his gloved hand. His other hand slowly unwrapped the gauze and lightly touched the scratch I had. Pain shot through my leg and I jerked up, my eyes flying open. I saw a deep cut in my leg that his hand was near. Figures. Then I looked at Sebastian himself. He looked surprised. He set my leg down and bowed. "Hello, my lady, my name is-"

"Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive Estate." I finished for him. He looked stunned for a moment, but then quickly replaced it with a kind smile.

"Ah, so you do know where you are, my lady. If you don't mind, I was just about to inspect your wounds. I don't know if you remember, but you fainted in front of the manor and we took you in a few hours ago. May I?" He gestured back to my injured leg. I nodded. He took it again, and pulled out some fresh gauze from his pocket. Wow, did he know someone would be hurt, or is he always prepared? I asked myself. "So, if you would, please tell me about who you are and where you came from." He said.

I cleared my throat. "Well, my name's Luna Bell. I'm from-" I caught myself before I said the future. Just imagining how stupid Sebastian would think I am was unbearable. I stayed silent. He gave me a questioning look. I needed to say somthing to him. "You...you wouldn't believe me." I said, looking away shamefully. Sebastian chuckled.

"My dear, you seem to underestimate me. You see, I'm one hell of a butler, so any story, no matter how unbelieveable, will always be taken seriously by me." He said in a gentle voice. He put down my freshly-wrapped leg and sat on the edge of the bed as he picked up the other one. I decided to tell him.

"I'm from the future." I thought the statement would freak him out, but he just continued to unwrap the bandages on my other leg, as if I was talking about a boring book I had read. "I-I came here, from the year 2013. That's why I'm wearing such strange clothes...and that's why my nails are painted black. I think I'm in a different dimension, too...And I already know about your contract with Ciel, as well as most of everything else. I don't know how I got here, all I know is that I went to bed and I woke up in the woods. I saw Alois Trancy and Clau-ow!" Just as I said Claude's name, Sebastian's hand tightened around my ankle.

"I apologize, Miss Bell. It seems to be a reflex whenever his name is mentioned. Please continue." He loosened his grip immediately, and I felt better.

"Well," I continued, "I saw Alois, and-um, you know who- was behind me in the tree where I was hiding. He scared me, and I fell. That's how I got most of my bruises."

"Most of them?"

"Yes...They took me to the Trancy Manor and you know who got angry at me..." I left out the part where I was half naked and yelled at Alois, "...so he grabbed my throat and almost stabbed me with his claws." That's when Sebastian looked up in surprise.

"Where was he going to stab you?" Sebastian's tone and expression were both worried.

"Um," I unbuttoned the bottom four buttons on my shirt to show him the marks made by Claude's razor-sharp fingers piercing my skin, "Here..." Sebastian let go of my leg and scooted closer on the bed. He was so close I could smell him. He smelled good, like chocolate cake. I didn't wanna bite him or anything-okay, maybe I did, a little- but the smell was very attractive. He leaned over my torso and poked and prodded at the marks on my stomach. Sebastian's touch was light as a feather, and it felt good. (No, not in an icky, sexual way, more like an oh my God, I love you sorta way). His touch sent the same sensation through my skull as it did when someone massaged my hands. I felt tingly.

"Miss Bell-"

"Call me Luna. Please."

"Very well. Luna, you know I am a demon, correct?" I nodded. "Well, you need to know that Demon's claws are tipped with poison. It can make humans use all of their energy in a short time, then eventually kill them." I gasped. So that's why I was able to run for so long! I was using all my energy! "If you would allow me, I could use my demon powers to save your life. But I warn you, it would hurt."

Ha, like I cared! If Sebastian was going to save my life, Hell, I'd give him my right arm to do it! I decided to be honest. "Sebastian, as long as it's you who's saving my life, I don't care how much pain I'll recieve." I gave him a serious look. To my surprise, he blushed the slightest bit.

"As you wish, Luna." He pulled off his glove with his teeth, and a shiver ran down my spine. If Ella was here, I'm sure we'd be holding hands, jumping up and down, and squealing like little girls right now. His seal glowed bright.

"Wait, doesn't that only work if Ciel orders you to do something?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.

"Yes, you're quite right. I sensed your presence before Mey-Rin found me, so I told the young Master that you were injured severely. He ordered that I heal you as quickly as possible." He lifted the back of his hand to emphasize the order given to him.

"Ah, I see. Well, proceed." I said. Sebastian smiled, and placed his bare hand on my belly. His hand felt amazing. It felt cold and warm on my skin at the same time, and I was mystified. I barely noticed the small flash of light and searing pain, but it didn't matter. They were both over as quickly as they began. Sebastian looked at me and smiled again.

"All better. Now, I just need to check your head bandages and your neck, then I must be off to serve the young master's evening tea." I nodded, but I wasn't happy he would be leaving me. Sebastian put his glove back on, and he stood. He came to the head of the bed, and leaned over so that his face was close to mine. I blushed. His gaze broke from mine, and he gently held my head in his hand while he used the other to unwrap the gauze, just like he did with my legs. He softly brushed my hair away from the top of my forehead, and he straced a line from my temple to the area just above my left eye brow. "You seem to have a slight concussion, judging by the large gash in your forehead. It may leave a scar." Crap. Now I'm going to look like freaking Harry Potter. He grinned reassuringly at my concerned face. "Not to worry, the scar will fade before long." He then tilted my head back and I swear he was going to kiss me. *sigh* But, alas, he didn't. His fingertips grazed my neck, and the achy feeling I had was gone. I don't know if he used his demon magic, but none the less, his touch made me feel better. I shuttered, and this time, he seemed to take notice. "Is something wrong?" I could've sworn I saw him smirk.

"I...um...uh...well..." What the hell? I sound like an idiot! quick! think of something before you sound more stupid than you are! "I-I was just wondering..." I blushed, and said the first thing that came to mind. "Is it wrong to love a demon?" I. Am. A. Fucking. Idiot.

I couldn't look at Sebastian. I was too embarassed to. But he took my chin in his hand and lightly forced me to look into his golden brown eyes. I gasped. I've always wanted a guy to do that. "Is there any particular demon you are suggesting?" His voice was quiet, with a sort of seductive tone to it. I blushed harder and gulped. Oh, God.

"Uh-um, um...um...uh, no?" Damn it! I'm stuttering again! Why must I always stutter at the worst of times? The statement came out as more of a question than an answer. Sebastian smiled and raised his eyebrow.

"Well, if you say so. I suppose in some people's eyes, it would seem quite immoral to be in love with a demon. Even blasphemous. But," He hesitated a moment. "Some people just don't seem to understand that the attraction between two people should not be justified by gender, race, or species. It is only the love within the relationship that matters, is it not?" I nodded, speechless. He took the words right out of my mouth! "So I suppose the only thing that is important...is if the demon loves you back."

I stiffened. Don't giggle. DON'T blush. DON'T TRY TO KISS HIM. I was definitely fighting the urge to just throw myself at him that very second. He's so perfect! I thought. "Now," He said with a grin, "I must see to my master and tell him about your situation. As the butler of the Phantomhives, I promise to do everything in my power to get you home, my lady." Sebastian bowed respectfully, then left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

It was silent, apart from the steady beating of rain on the window panes on the other side of the old victorian bedroom. Absently, I noted that this room looked similar to Ciel's, but at the same time, not. From the view of the left side of the bed, the door was to the left, as well as the dresser, and the windows were on the right. The walls were beige, and the curtains were crimson. This place was beautiful, a place that no one would want to leave.

I sighed. "Do I really want to go home anymore?" I asked myself. I thought about it for a minute. Who would miss me? Mother and Daddy, of course...Mary anne might miss me...Nigel would...and Brooke...and Amanda...One by one, I listed the people who would miss me if I decided to live here. Or, if the circumstances were in my favor, if I had to stay. "Meh. They'll get over it eventually. Besides, in a way, I know that they'll sense that I'm okay. I sure hope they do." I said to myself. I've always talked to myself when I was alone. I talked to myself every day...but now that I was in the manor, even if it would only be for a short while, the only time that I'd be alone is when I went to bed. I smiled. "I can finally have an ideal social life. I can go into town with Sebastian to buy groceries, I can help Mey-Rin clean the manor, and I could even help Ciel catch criminals! I could totally fit in here...Heh, fit in. Who ever thought that for once, I'd be excited to say something like that?" I started giggling uncontrollably until my throat hurt again and I coughed. "Damn. See, Luna? Once you start thinking positive, bad things happen. That really hurt," I said while rubbing my neck. "I've gotta get a hold of myself! I can't just assume they're gonna let me stay. I have to find a place to live..." Who do I know that I could stay with until I get on my feet? Then it came to me. "The Undertaker!"

There was a quiet knock on the door. I cringed a bit. Damn, why am I so loud? "C-come in!" I said nervously, expecting Mey-Rin or Bardroy to come in and tell me to quiet down. Instead, it was Sebastian, who came to the bedside and smiled at me. My heart fluttered.

"The young master wishes to meet you, my lady. Can you walk?" I nodded and threw my legs over the side of the bed, pushing myself up with my arms. With a sudden gasp, I fell. Luckily-well, more so, expectedly, Sebastian caught my shoulders before I hit the floor. I let out a sigh of relief. "I suppose your legs are still in a bit of pain, aren't they?"

"Yes. They do feel a little sore, but I thought I could walk if I really tried. Damn," I said, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand and corrected, "I mean, 'darn'." Once again, Sebastian chuckled adorably, and he set me back on the bed. He politely put my boots on me, which I had just noticed were sitting on the floor by the bed, then he picked me up bridal style. Wow, that's the second thing I've always wanted a guy to do. If he does anything else this hot, i swear to God, I will jizz in my pants. I giggled at my own silly thought.

"What is so funny, Miss Luna?" Sebastian asked as he carried me out of the room. I guessed he shut the door with his foot, because I saw the wood close on its frame as we retreated down the hallway. I looked at him. He was giving me a lightly curious look.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how I've always wanted a guy to hold me like this." I said without thinking. After realizing what I said, my face got as red as a cherry as I tried to save myself from the blunder. "I mean, I'm not saying I like that you're holding me this way! Well, I-I'm not saying that I don't, either! I mean, I...I just...ugh. I'm an idiot." I turned my face away from him and looked ahead so he wouldn't see me blush anymore. I sighed. Why am I so awkward?

I felt his body shake a little, as if he was trying to contain laughter. I whipped my head around, and I saw Sebastian trying not to smile. I suppose I looked terrified, because he said reassuringly, "I do apologize, but I think it's quite adorable when you stutter." At that comment, I laughed. Taking that as a good sign, he started to let his laughter out, too. We continued until I had to clutch my neck with my hand and cover my coughing fit with my other. "Are you all right?" Sebastian stopped walking, and I nodded. We were in front of a closed door, with only a small strip of light coming out through the bottom of the door.

After I cleared my throat, I asked, "Is this his study?"

"Yes." Sebastian replied. Keeping my legs atop his forearm, Sebastian raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Sebastian carried me into the study, where Ciel sat quietly behind his desk with his elbows on a small pile of papers and his head resting in his intertwined fingers. His left eye, the one not covered by the eye patch, widened when he saw me for the very first time since hearing about my arrival. "Sebastian, I thought I told you to heal her! Why is she still wearing bandages?" Ciel was angry, as always.

Sebastian set me down in a single chair that was placed in front of Ciel's desk. He put a hand over his heart, then bowed respectfully. "Forgive me, young Master. I was able to heal the wounds Claude gave her, but as for the cuts and bruises caused by non-demonic things, I could only do so much."

"Claude?" Ciel asked, letting his arms down on the table in surprise. "Why did you not tell me she was attacked by another demon?"

Before Sebastian could answer, I cut in. "Um, Cie- oh, I mean, Mister Phantomhive, please don't be angry with Sebastian. It was no big deal. Claude just got mad at me, that's all. Nothing to worry about!" I smiled to make him feel better, but instead, he looked even more surprised.

"You were just attacked by a demon and you call it 'no big deal'? Hm, you seem stronger than any other lady I've met. Please, Miss Bell, tell me what's happened to you." I nodded, then launched into my story of coming to this world and the ordeal with Alois (leaving out my half-nakedness, of course) and Claude, and how I ended up at his manor. When I was finished, Ciel gave me a single nod, and asked, "Have you any place to stay at the moment, Miss Bell?" Oh, crap. Here we go.

"Oh, well...I thought that I could stay with the Undertaker and maybe get a job. After I get enough money-"

"The Undertaker?!" Ciel yelled. "Do you even know who he is?" I nodded, a bit confused at his sudden outburst. "I apologize, Miss Bell, but I can't allow a young lady to leave my manor to live with that man. He's mad, and no doubt would annoy you to death just to get you into one of his coffins." Ciel looked really irritated at the thought of the Undertaker, which I suppose wasn't surprising. For such a serious person like Ciel, I doubt that the very un-serious Undertaker, no matter how much information he gave, would be one of his favorite people. "Please, I insist, Miss Bell," Ciel stood. "Stay here at the manor until you are able to return to your home." Well well well, now isn't that surprising? Of course not. Ciel has always been bound by his honor as a Phantomhive, I thought.

"Sure, I'll stay. In fact, I'd love to." I said with a smile. "The only problem is that I have no idea how I got here...or why. So I have no clue when I'll be going home. Is that okay with you?" I asked, clutching the arms of the chair in anticipation.

Ciel smiled one of his rare smiles. "But of course. Now, if you really are going to stay in this time period, you need lessons on how to act like a young woman of this time, as well as a back story and a new wardrobe." He said, eyeing my clothes. He then glanced down at my black boots and raised an eyebrow.

"Aw, come on! can't I atleast keep my boots? They're my favorite pair!" I begged. He sighed, then reluctantly nodded in approval.

"Alright, you can keep your boots, but you may only wear them if you're wearing a long dress. Now, for your back story," He put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. After a moment, he snapped his fingers. "I got it! You are my distant cousin, and your parents just died, so you came to live here with me until...until..." He seemed lost after that.

"Until I'm old enough to live on my own?" I suggested.

"Perfect. From this moment on, you are now Luna Phantomhive, and are to be treated as a member of the Phantomhive family. Sebastian, take Miss Phantomhive to bed. It is getting dark, and she has a lot to prepare for tomorrow." Ciel commanded.

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian replied as he picked me up again.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Sebastian blindfolded himself. You don't need to do that...I wanted to say. What the Hell? What am I thinking? God, for a genophobe, I'm pretty damn suggestive. I thought to myself. "Are you ready, my lady?" Sebastian asked, a white nightgown slung over his shoulder.

With a small chuckle, I thought Yes! My body is ready. *bites lip in excitement* dat Sebastian. "I'm retarded," I whispered to myself. "Yes, Sebastian. I'm ready." Kneeling before me, Sebastian didn't even have to search for the buttons of my shirt before he began to release them from the cloth. Then it hit me. Holy Hell. Sebastian Michaelis is taking my clothes off. Oh God, oh crap, oh shit, oh God, oh Hell...I could already tell I was going to hyperventilate, but I was thankful he couldn't see me blush so furiously at my stupid thoughts.

"There is no need to blush, my lady." I jumped a little, and unconsciously made a squeak when he spoke. My eyes widened and my blush deepened. I thought I was going to die right there from embarassment.

"H-H-H-How did you know that I was b-blushing?" I asked in a shrill voice. Sebastian looked up, or rather, turned his head up to me, because he (supposedly) couldn't see me with the blindfold on. He half smiled, and said one of his famous catchphrases.

"Why, if I couldn't tell when my new mistress was blushing, then what kind of butler would I be?" Oh my freaking God. This man...is perfect. I didn't know what to say. "If you'd like, you could tell me about yourself while I do this so you won't have to think about it." Aww! He's so considerate! I smiled shyly.

"Alright." He unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way as I told him about my favorite foods, my favorite colors, and my gothyness, as well as my hatred for pink things, and my love of black clothing. He slipped my shirt off my shoulders, and I quickly began talking about my two best friends, Nigel and Brooke. "I don't get to see Brooke much anymore ever since I moved away...but she's still my best friend no matter what." Oh, Lord. I thought when he started unbuttoning my jeans. Aaaawwkkwwaaaarrdd...I continued like I didn't care what he was doing, but it was hard to hold back the laughter while I talked. "Brooke can be summed up in three words: Shy, weird, and amazing. I know that I can talk to her about anything, even though we rarely see each other. I trust her and love her with all my heart, and she feels the same way about me. So much so that we call each other 'Bacon Brothers'," I laughed. "And Nigel...well, he can be a pain sometimes, but he's really funny, and as much as it surprises me, he really cares about me. He deals with all my complaining and ranting and weirdness, never once turning his back on me. Sure, we've had a couple fights, but we've resolved them, and that only makes our friendship stronger." I giggled a bit. "Even his little sister has taken a liking to me."

Sebastian neatly folded my shirt and pants and put them on the bed beside me. "That sounds lovely, young Mistress. I'm sure your friends miss you very much. Would you please raise your arms?" He asked as he stood. I raised them, and as he slipped the nightgown on me, I thought once again of my friends that would miss me. The nightgown he put on me was silky, and went well past the ends of my toes and the hem formed a small frilly pool of fabric on the floor. This dress is so long...it must be Mey-Rin's, I thought to myself. Sebastian removed his blindfold and tucked me in. "I'm off to put the young Master to bed as well, young Mistress. Have pleasant dreams." Sebastian spoke as he took my clothes and walked to the door.

"Goodnight, Sebastian." I said, dissapointed that he would be leaving me again. He bowed respectfully, then closed the door behind him. The steady beats of rain helped me drift off to sleep.

The moon was high when I opened my eyes. It illuminated most of the room and the bed I was laying in. I sat up to find Sebastian across the room from me, his face barely visible in the shadows. He looked as handome as ever in his butler uniform, but his eyes were glowing a pinkish red, like Claude's.

"Sebas-" I was cut off by Sebastian's face suddenly being close to mine, his hand over my mouth. He smiled wickedly. Is...Is he strattling me? Please tell me Sebastian is not strattling me. But, to my discontent, he was. I immediately felt very awkward. It's not often that I find sexy men on top of me in the middle of the night, you know. Instead of being, ahem, 'turned on', I was actually really freaked out. I thought to myself, Why the hell is he doing this? Does he know that I'm totally in love with him? Is he going to do terrible things to me that I won't remember until I'm in my 40's? Dear God...I'm afraid to think about it...

I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. It was no use, he wrapped his free hand around both of my wrists and held my hands above my head on the pillow. Sebastian moved his hand from my mouth to slide his gloved thumb across my cheek. What. The. Actual. Fuck? I was terrified. Not the kind of terrified where you think you're going to die, but the type of terrified that's similar to the feeling you get right before your first kiss...except about 200 times worse. I was at a loss for words. Then, he spoke. "Ironic, isn't it?" He purred, "You look most beautiful in the moonlight...Luna." Okay, time to use my power of awkwardness to stop this.

"Gee, thanks. Look, I really, really need to catch up on my beauty sleep. Like, years of beauty sleep. Besides, I'm sure you've got a lot of butler-y things to do, and an eye doctor to call, so if you wouldn't mind leav-" For the second time, he cut me off. This time, with a passionate kiss. "WOAH WOAH WOAH-" I tried to say around his lips, but there was nothing I could do. He just would not get off of me! I started to wimper. This is not how I wanted this to happen. Sure, I guess if I was older, I'd like it, but right now, all I wanna do is step back and say 'Woah, bro...cool your jets.' But I caaaaaaannn'ttt! *sigh* You know what? Screw it! I don't care anymore! Sebastian can kiss me all he wants. No way am I gonna say I love someone, then freak out when they try stuff. I shall not back down from this! Feeling quite confident, I tried not to giggle as I kissed him back. Hee hee, I can't believe this is really-I woke up.

My jaw dropped as I lay quietly in bed. It was all a dream. Sunlight was pouring through the windows, stinging my wide eyes. I started choking out nervous laughter. I sat up. "Wha-wha-wha...? WHAT? How did- but-but-but..."

"But what, young Mistress?" Said Sebastian, who was standing by the curtains. I was extremely startled to hear his voice all of a sudden.

"HOLY FREAKING GOD!" I screamed as I jumped in fear and fell off the bed...right into his arms. It took me a second to realize that he must've used his demon speed to get to my side of the room so quickly.

He was calm. "Please try to be more careful, young Mistress." I was taking deep breaths. Not the calm, reviving deep breaths. The 'holy hell, some fucked up shit just happened to me' deep breaths. I was freaking out again. Sebastian was getting alarmed. "Are you alright?" He tried to put me back on the bed, but I wouldn't let go of him. Even though I was totally freaked out, I still felt like I was able to trust him. I felt like I needed him. I kept my fingers clenched to the black fabric of his suit and my body curled up in his arms.

Sebastian sighed, and sat down on the bed. He started rocking me back and forth, like he already understood. I inhaled his chocolate cake scent, which helped calm me down. "Will you tell me what happened that made you so afraid?" He asked softly. What do I tell him? ' I just dreamed about you getting frisky with me. At first, I didn't like it, but then I decided to just accept it.' Yeah. Like that was going to happen. Well, I guess I could say part of the truth...

"I...I dreamed about you, Sebastian. I was...I was really scared. You weren't scary, though," What you were doing was the scary stuff...I relaxed in his arms. I looked up at him, and held eye contact. "You're not a very scary person. I mean, I'm sure you could be...if you wanted to. But I don't think you're the way everyone would expect you to be. Hell, I don't think you're the way that Ciel thinks you are." Sebastian's eyes widened a bit. "I think you're special. Not just One Hell Of A Butler, but something more." I smiled up at him, realizing in that moment that I truly meant everything I said.

"I..." Sebastian looked confused as he tried to speak. Then, suddenly formal, Sebastian gently set me on the bed and stood. "I thank you for the compliment, my lady. But now, we must get you walking, dressed, and on to your lessons." I nodded, eager to start learning new things and dressing like a victorian lady. "Can you stand, young Mistress?" Sebastian asked.

"I don't know...Let me check." I set my feet, warm in their socks, on the wooden floor, and I rose from the bed. My legs felt a little wobbly, but other than that, I was fine. "I think I can do it!" I said happily. Sebastian smiled encouragingly at me.

"If you'll follow me, young Mistress, we need to get you dressed for the day. We need to go to the Dress Room." Sebastian held out his elbow, and I hooked my arm in his. It was a good thing I did, because not two seconds later, I almost tripped over my own nightgown. We made our way down the hall, not speaking, to a white door. Sebastian opened it, and I followed him in. The room was big and white, with no windows, just a giant oak wardrobe with french doors and a tall mirror covered with a long white cloth leaning next to it, beside a fancy red folding screen.

"Um, Sebastian?" I asked.

"Yes, my lady?"

"...I have no idea how to put on one of those crazy fancy dresses."

Sebastian grinned, and pulled out the blindfold from his breast pocket. "I had a feeling I'd be needing this again." Yeah, need it my ASS! Why doesn't Mey-Rin just come and dress me? Well, not that I don't like that Sebastian dresses me...Hmm. Maybe she just has other stuff to do. And she's blind as a bat, so having her put me in a complicated victorian dress would take hours. But with Sebastian, i doubt it'll even take ten minutes, even with his blindfold on. While I was reasoning with myself, Sebastian had walked over to the giant wardrobe and turned to me just as he stepped inside. "Close your eyes, young Mistress. I don't want you to see the dress I picked out for you until it is right in front of your eyes." I nodded, and closed my eyes. Wow, Sebastian is so amazing...but I can't know for sure if he's attracted to me yet. "You may open your eyes, my lady." I jumped at the sudden closeness of his voice, but opened my eyes as commanded.

I had never seen such a gorgeous dress. It was low-necked, with black lace sewn into the hem. The waist was thin, like all victorian dresses, and the sleeves were long and thin, with a frilly frame of the same fabric lined at the hem with more black lace. It was in the most beautiful shade of royal blue I had ever seen. Even the bottom of the dress was lined in black lace! I gasped. "Holy crap! This is amazing!" I reached out and lightly touched the dress, finding that it was made of silk, like my nightgown. I smiled up in amazement at Sebastian.

"I had hoped that it would be to your liking, young Mistress." He said, satisfied with my reaction. He hung the dress over the top of the folding screen and tied the blindfold over his eyes.

As Sebastian was dressing me, I thought of what I'd have to learn to live in this world. I hope I don't have to learn how to dance, I'd be worse than Ciel! If only they had some rock music I could jam out to. If Sebastian knew all the stuff I liked, maybe he could help me adjust more by accomodating my interests...he is a butler, after all, and I am his-hee hee!-Mistress...I'll ask him. "Sebastian?"

"Yes, my lady?" He was fitting a petticoat, one of many, around my waist.

"Would you like to know the hobbies and things that I'm interested in? I think that if you know more about who I am, you could easily help me adapt to this lifestyle, while still letting me be me, you know?" He finished the last petticoat and grabbed a corset from wardrobe. He walked back to me and bowed.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, young Mistress." Sebastian walked behind me and wrapped the corset around my torso. I knew that with my natural hourglass figure, it would fit perfectly. I wouldn't be gasping for air like all the other girls, or Ciel, heheh... Sebastian tied the corset as I spoke.

"Well, I might as well get this out of the way before you go off making extra tea. I absolutely hate the taste of tea. I wish I didn't, but I do. I love to draw, read, and sing. I also love scary movies, cats, and anime." Sebastian paused.

"Forgive me, but I must ask...what is anime?" Oh, crap. I forgot.

"Well, uh..." How can I explain this to him? I wondered as he continued to tie the corset. "To put it simply, anime is the way that you and everyone else in this world look like. I'm not from a world where people look as gorgeous as you, Sebastian. I can't describe the world that I came from in any way other than that, really. I suppose that's why I love anime so much. I get to fawn over the beautiful people and wish I was as beautiful as them." I suddenly blushed. Did I seriously just admit that I think Sebastian is gorgeous? Right in front of him? BRAIN, Y U NO WORK RIGHT? I was mentally cursing myself when Sebastian put the actual dress on me. It was just as silky on the inside as it was on the outside. Sebastian replaced my socks with black stockings and put a pair of black and blue victorian heels on my feet. He took off the blindfold and took my hand.

"Ah, but you fail to see, my lady," Sebastian said as he guided me to the covered mirror. "You in fact are beautiful." He said as he pulled the white sheet off the mirror. I gasped. He's right! I thought. I saw an anime version of myself dressed in the amazing blue dress, a picture of victorian radiance. My short black hair was slightly spiked out, just as I'd always wanted it to be. My eyes were big and matched my natural brown, but they somehow looked better. I wasn't wearing eyeliner or any other type of makeup, but I looked lovely anyways. My skin was smooth and pale, and my eyes were naturally rimmed with black.

For the first time, I said "Wow...I'm actually pretty." I stood there for a second, gawking at myself. I was so happy. Overjoyed. Exstatic. "WOOOO HOOOOO!" I threw my arms up in the air and twirled around the room in excitement. I heard Sebastian chuckle lightly as I went crazy. In my own commotion, I began bouncing up and down like a little girl, giggling the whole time. This is the greatest day of my life! I thought as I tuckered myself out. I stopped bouncing. I doubled over, panting, but still laughing between lengthy breaths.

"Are you finished, my lady?" Sebastian asked with a smile. A happy tear rolled down my cheek as I stood upright again.

"Yes. I'm so happy, Sebastian. For the first time in my life, I have everything I could ever want." A sad frown replaced his features as he walked over to me. He wiped the tear from my cheek tenderly.

"Then why are you crying?"

I smiled again. "Because I'm a weirdo." I laughed at my own stupidness, and his laughter chimed with mine. Sebastian took my hand and led me out of the white room.

"I shall take you into the young Master's study while I prepare breakfast. I'm sure you two have a lot more to discuss partaining to your stay here at the manor." Sebastian said in a light tone. I smiled in approval and followed him into Ciel's study.

Ciel and I sat in silence for a few moments, while he was sorting through papers. After neatly stacking them and putting them in a drawer, he looked at me for the first time that day. "hmm. Sebastian did well with you. You look very lovely, Luna." He didn't smile, but I knew he was happy that I was able to look the part so well.

"Thank you, Ciel. Is there anything particular you wanted to discuss with me as far as my stay here?" I asked, remembering what Sebastian said.

Ciel leaned back in his chair. "Yes. You are going to need to be taught many things, mostly by Sebastian, so we need to decide what you should and shouldn't learn. I will also have to introduce you to my fianceé and the rest of my servants, as well as fill you in on the recent death of my, our, aunt."

I chuckled a bit. "You don't need to introduce me to anyone. I already know most everything about everyone here, because of where I come from. Your fianceé, Elizabeth, likes it when you call her Lizzy, she loves cute things, and always insists on dressing everyone up. Madam Red, your Aunt, was a doctor. She had a butler named Grell," I giggled at the thought of Grell, knowing his hilarious true face. "Who was very clumsy, like Mey-Rin, your maid. But of course that was all just an act to cover the fact that he is a Grim Reaper. Bardroy is the cook, and most of the time he blows up the kitchen. Finny is really strong, so he's always outside, gardening, away from easily breakable things. As for Tanaka, well he's just a cute little old man." I finished with a smile.

As I knew he would, Ciel looked surprised. "Well, then I suppose you already know about me too, do you?"

"But of course. You have a very sad story, but I'm sure you don't want pity. Your parents died in a fire at the manor that used to stand here, and after that, you were kidnapped. you have a brand of a symbol on your left side." Ciel flinched, and I felt bad for bringing back the memories, but I had to tell him everything I knew. "After that, you made a contract with Sebastian, vowing to get revenge on whoever killed your parents. The seal of your contract is on your right eye." Ciel raised an eyebrow.

"How is it that you know all of this if you come from a completely different world?" He leaned forward and crossed his arms on the desk, genuinely interested in what I had to say.

Crap, how should I explain this? Damn, this is gonna be difficult..."Um, well...It's complicated, but I suppose the only way I can explain it is exactly how it is. I can't say it in any way that someone of your time would really understand."

Ciel nodded in approval. "This is going to sound really, really weird, but basically, your whole life is being watched by some of the people of my world. Where I come from, we have this thing called anime, and we have devices called computers, and..." I continued for about ten minutes with the extremely boring subject of what anime and computers were, as well as episodes and shows and all of the mechanics on how I could watch Ciel's life through a foldable piece of metal. Even though I struggled a bit with the explination, Ciel still allowed me to take my time figuring out what to say. when I was finished, he blinked a few times and leaned back in his chair again.

"So what you're saying is that, in your world, I'm a fictional character, along with everyone else in my life?" Ciel asked in an agitated tone.

Oh, crap, did I offend him? "Yes, but maybe I'm a fictional character in another world, too. Maybe what's happening to me right now is just a fanfiction in another dimension." I shrugged my shoulders, wondering if that could really be true.

"What is a...fanfiction?" Ciel asked, confused. I launched myself into another deep explination about anime and fandums and tumblr. I was exhausted by the time I finished, and thankfully, Sebastian knocked on the door. "Come in." Ciel said.

Sebastian entered the study with a cart full of scones, tea, and a small glass of lemonade. "I thought that the Master and Mistress would enjoy breakfast in here while the lesson arrangements were being decided." He smiled as he set two china plates on the desk and served Ciel his tea. "And for you, young Mistress." Sebastian said as he handed me the glass of lemonade. "I hope it is to your liking. I squeezed the lemons myself." I'd like anything you squeeze, I thought as I took a sip. I tried really hard not to laugh at my own perverted thought. I am soo wrong...The lemonade tasted spectacular.

"Wow, for someone who doesn't drink lemonade, you sure do make it well!" I said happily. Sebastian smiled and bowed.

"Thank you, my lady. I also hope the scones are to your liking as well." I nodded as I took a bite out of the scone he handed me on the china plate. He turned to Ciel, and handed him two envelopes. "Young Master, you have a letter from the Queen and an invitation to a ball being held by Lord Druitt." I choked on my lemonade.

"Are you all right, Luna?"

"Are you all right, young Mistress?" Ciel and Sebastian spoke at the same time. I cleared my throat so I could speak.

"Yes, I'm fine...I'm sorry, but that name...Lord Druitt is the most annoying man in this time. All he ever talks about is beauty, drama, and himself. It's so irritating! It just surprised me that he was mentioned." I explained. Clearly they were confused, because they didn't know that I had knowledge of anyone outside the small circle of important characters. "Like I told you, Ciel. I could see everyone from this place before I came here. That's how I know Lord Druitt."

Ciel nodded. "You are quite right about that..." He shivered a bit and took the letter from the Queen. He read it for a moment, then quickly stood. "Sebastian, we need to go to the crime scene. Now."

"Yes, my Lord."

I was extremely confused at Ciel's sudden anticipation to leave. "What's going on? Was there a murder?" I looked at Ciel's angry face.

"Not just a murder...a massacre."

Sebastian followed Ciel out the front door of the manor and into the carriage. Just before the door of the carriage closed, Ciel asked,"Are you sure you'll be all right?" I smiled at him.

"But of course. A lady of the Phantomhives should easily be capable of handling herself." I laughed, and curtsied. "Besides, while you're gone, I can explore the manor and work on my english accent." Ciel chuckled a bit.

"Very well. We shall return home shortly." The carriage door closed, and Sebastian climbed into the driver's seat. He whipped the horses and the carriage was soon out of sight.

I returned inside the manor and began my adventure. I looked in every room and walked every hall. Finally, I made it to the kitchen, where Mey-Rin and Bardroy were running around in a crazy commotion. "Sebastian's gonna have our heads for this!" Shouted Bardroy.

"Oh no! We're going to be in big trouble, yes we will!" Mey-Rin said frantically. Tanaka was sitting silently in the corner, sipping from a little green cup.

I wonder what's going on...hmm, this may be a good time to excersise my english accent. I cleared my throat. "What's going on here? Is there any way I could help you two?" I wonder if Ciel or Sebastian told them who I am...or if either of them just said I was a Phantomhive...Well, posing as a Phantomhive or not, I still like to help people once in a while.

Mey-Rin gasped. "Lady Phantomhive!" Well, that answers that question. "well, you see...uh, Bardroy and I were told to make a special surp-"

"Mey-Rin! You were about to tell Lady Phantomhive the whole bloody secret!" Bardroy shouted over her. Mey-Rin gasped again and covered her mouth. Bardroy turned to me. "No need to worry, Mistress. Just some burned food, we deal with that all the time!" With a cigarette between his teeth, Bard smiled hugely and held a frying pan on his shoulder. He gave me a thumbs up, and I giggled. That's so...Bard-ish of him! I smiled.

"Very well. If you ever need my help with anything, don't hesitate to ask." I said. I heard Tanaka's "oh-oh-oh" along with Bard and Mey-Rin's praise of how kind a Phantomhive I was. Huh. I guess since they think I'm a Phantomhive, they thought I'd be like Ciel. Cold and ruthless. I began to re-explore the manor once more, searching for any rooms I might've missed, while practicing my english accent.

"I wonder where the loo is? These drapes are quite dapper! I'd love some crumpets and Earl Grey tea!" I shouted as I skipped down the hall. This is great! I look like an englishwoman, and I sound like an englishwoman! I thought. Suddenly, I stopped. I don't know what made me stop, but I...I just had a feeling. I was staring at a black door. Could this be...Sebastian's...All of a sudden, I heard laughter. Familiar laughter.

I opened the door and ran into the room. Both of my suspicions were confirmed. This was Sebastian's room, and it was Grell's giggles I heard. The room was simple, with a bed and dresser and drapes on the windows. All of it was black. I dropped my jaw. Grell was in his true form, with his long red hair, bright green eyes and razor sharp teeth. His chainsaw death scythe was laying beside Sebastian's bed-the same bed on which Grell was squealing. He gripped the black sheets in his hands and rolled around on the bed like a child. "Oh, Bassie! These sheets smell just like you, ooohhhh!" He looked like he was having a grand ol' time. Suddenly, he noticed me. "Wha-WHO ARE YOU?" He shouted.

I decided to play with him a little. "My my, who ever thought a respectable, charming lady like yourself would raise your voice at another lady. It is truly disappointing." Grell paused.

"You...you think I'm charming? But...we've only just met!" He said. I knew he was confused, but I also knew he was happy. I stepped forward and curtsied.

"Grell Sutcliff, Grim Reaper. I am Luna Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive's distant cousin. There's no need to try and kill me for seeing you in your true form, I already know everything. And yes, I think you are quite charming. And beautiful," I added. Grell's eyes sparkled and he ran across the room to give me a hug, sweeping me off my feet.

"Oh Darling, that's simply too kind of you! Thank you!" He suddenly stopped spinning me and clutched my body close to his, in a very dramatic way. "I only wish Bassie would be this kind to me. He's always playing hard to get! It's exhausting for a woman of my class!" I laughed.

"I love how you're so theatrical, Grell! I've always liked that." I said.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "My Dear, what ever could you mean by that?" Shit. Me and my big mouth. *Sigh* I might as well tell him the truth.

I gently pushed away from Grell's grip to stand respectfully beside him. "Well...I kind of fibbed a little. I'm not really a Phantomhive. Hell, I'm not even from this dimension! But hey, maybe if I'm always this believable, I could become a great actress, like you!" I said, trying to stay on Grell's good side.

He flipped his hair and gave me a razor sharp smile. "But of course I'm a great actress, Darling! Now...who are you, exactly?" We sat on Sebastian's bed for a short while as I was explaining my little situation to Grell, knowing that even though he was a pain in the neck to everyone, he could-and would-keep my secret. I held it on his honor as a lady. "I promise, Luna. No one will hear so much as a peep from little old me! Besides, friends don't tell other friend's secrets." He took my hands in his. "We are friends, right?" He asked cutely.

I was a bit surprised that he'd want to be friends with someone like me, but I was happy he did. I nodded my head and gave him a hug. "Of course we're friends! I've always wanted to be friends with someone as cool as you, Grell! And here's another secret you need to keep...I like Sebastian, too. Maybe one day, we can go shopping and impress him with manicures and new outfits!" I said. Grell's face lit up and his mouth was curled up in a cat-like smile.

"That sounds posetively marvelous, my Dear! We'll finally make Bassie realize his love for me- oh, I mean, his love for us. I don't mind sharing," He said with a wink. I laughed, and Grell and I talked in Sebastian's room for a while longer, discussing what black or red articles of clothing we should get that would look best on each of us. I was having a lot of fun, just having girl talk. It had been a long time since I'd talked like that. Usually, my girl time would involve watching My Little Pony or Dan vs. with Brooke, or discussing anime or music with Ella. I never got the chance to be girly without it being a secret. It's not something I'd like to make a regular thing, it just made me feel better to get it off my chest. "My my, look at the time!" Grell said as he looked out the window. It was nearing sunset. "I do apologize, Luna, but I really must be going. You know what they say, a Reaper's job is never done!" I waved goodbye as he grabbed the chainsaw and jumped out the window.

"That's weird. Sebastian and Ciel aren't home yet..." Psshh, what am I thinking? This house is so big, they could've been home hours ago and I wouldn't know it. Besides, even if they weren't home, I bet they've gotten themselves into a sticky situation. I can see it now, Sebastian carrying Ciel through the front door, covered in blood. The enemy's blood, of course. They're fine, I thought as I left Sebastian's room, closing the door behind me.

I made my way back to my room. Exhausted from running around looking for my room in the first place, I decided to take a bath. "There must be a bathroom around here somewhere..." I glanced at a door that was across the room from my bed. The same place where Sebastian stood in my dream last night, I thought as a disgusted shiver ran down my spine. "I am way too young for these things," I said as I shook away the thought, walking towards the door. Thankfully, it was a bathroom. A really fancy one, I might add. It was a white tiled room, with a gold-rimmed bath tub, sinks and mirror. Even the toilet was rimmed with gold. I rolled my eyes. I saw an old gaslight, and turned the knob on it completely so the room would be fully lit when I shut the door. With some difficulty, I got the dress off along with all the petticoats and the corset. I got my shoes and stockings off and grabbed a towel off the rack beside the tub. I wrapped it around me, started the water, and waited.

After finding some old-timey bubble bath, I was able to pour some into the tub and get the suds going, adding familiarity to this strange world. Honestly, what girl doesn't like a bubble bath once in a while? After the tub was filled and at the perfect temperature, I got in. Perfect, I thought. Now for my usual bath time activity...time to imagine who would look good with a mustache. I relaxed for a while, letting all of my worries slip my mind and letting the mustached faces take over.

Some time passed, and I got bored. I checked my fingers. Not wrinkly yet. Hmm. I guess my mustached mind is working faster these days...I sighed. Then gasped. "I know! I'll sing a song!" I immediately sang the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm a killer,

cold and wrathful.

Silent sleeper,

I've been inside your bedroom.

I've murdered half the town,

left you love notes on their head stones,

I'll-" I was stopped by a sudden knock on the door. OH. MY. GOD.

"Young Mistress?" AAAAHHH! HE HEARD ME! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I SAY? AAAGTHKRTMBIBMOHGEVVSDLGEORG NORB! "Young Mistress, are you all right in there? Do I need to come in and check on you?"

"NO!" I said too quickly, my voice showing my obvious embarrassment. I cleared my throat. "I mean, no, Sebastian. Thank you anyways. But if you would, could you please bring my night clothes to the door and leave them there, please?" I said in the most calm voice I could manage. I waited nervously for his reply.

"Of course, my Lady. I shall return to put you to bed shortly." I waited for about five minutes before I had the courage to get out of the tub and wrap myself in the towel again. My legs were shaking. How long was he standing at the door? Did he really hear me? When did he and Ciel get home? I needed to stop thinking about it. I needed to be calm. But...why am I like this? I never freak out any other time people catch me doing something embarassing. I usually just stand there awkwardly or back away, then I get over it. But with him...I feel like I have to watch myself constantly so I don't do something stupid or embarassing. I sighed. "Yeah, I bet all the girls he meets feel that way. I don't stand a chance against any of them." Once again, like many times before, my pessemism got the best of me. I opened the door and quickly grabbed the clothes Sebastian left for me. Once I had it all on, I climbed into bed and layed down, facing the windows. I didn't wait for Sebastian to come back. Before I realized it, my pillow was soaked in tears and I was shaking all over. Why am I such a stupid girl? I thought.

"Mistress, are you cold?" I flinched at the sudden sound of Sebastian's voice. Without thinking, I sat up and looked at him. "My Lady!" He said as he rushed to my side. His eyes were full of hurt as he held my face and wiped my tears away. "What ever is the matter? What had gotten you so upset?"

I just babbled the first thing that came to mind. "I wish I was a boy. If I was a boy then I wouldn't get all of these stupid feelings!" I sobbed. Sebastian held my face for a moment, then sat on the bed by my feet.

"Are you feeling homesick, My lady?" For God knows what reason, Sebastian's voice sounded sad.

I pulled my legs close to my body and held them with my arms. I shook my head as I layed it down on my knees. "No, I'm not homesick. I'm a girl. That's the problem. Girls always obsess over something they can't have, and once they finally realize that there's no chance of getting what they want-no, what they need-it's too late. It's a dumb human girl thing that an awesome demon like you wouldn't understand." I didn't even care if it seemed obvious that I was talking about him, wether he knew it or not, I didn't know. He sighed.

"Young Mistress...Luna. Please look at me." I gave a slight gasp. He hasn't called me by my name since Ciel named me to be a Phantomhive, I thought. I did as I was told. Sebastian held my gaze with his as he spoke. "I may be a demon, but as your faithful butler, I will always try to understand you to the best of my ability. It is my duty to know what is upsetting my Mistress, and put an end to it. I serve to protect you and my Master. That is my only purpose here." His eyes were somber, as if something had been bothering him this whole time.

I sighed. "Never mind my petty problems, Sebastian. What's wrong with you? I command that you tell me." I said, using my new power over him to my advantage. I wonder how else I could use my new power over him to my advantage, I thought. Goddamn it, brain! This is not the time to be thinking those things!

Sebastian smiled and stood. "Nothing at all is wrong with me in the slightest, young Mistress. But I do thank you for your concern. If there's anything I can do to make you feel better, don't hestitate to whisper my name." Anything? I thought. Brain, shut up! I smiled at him gratefully.

"Thank you, Sebastian." He nodded, tucked me in, and said goodnight.

The next morning, I awoke to Sebastian opening the curtains to the cloudy day ahead. "Good morning, Mistress." Sebastian said pleasantly as he handed me a glass of lemonade. "For this morning's breakfast, we will have scones, biscuits and gravy. Which would you prefer?" I yawned and took a sip of my lemonade. I set it on my nightstand and stretched my arms in front of me, spotting a dark red dress neatly folded on the end of the bed. Huh. I guess Sebastian's dressing me in here today, I thought.

"Scones, Please." I said tiredly. I gazed out the window. The sun was nowhere to be seen and it was beginning to thunder in the distance. "Wow...it's a beautiful day today. I think I might go on a picnic." I scooted over to the side of the bed that the windows were on. I sat on the edge of the bed as Sebastian blindfolded himself again. I sighed. That's it, I have to know. "Sebasian, why do you even bother putting that blindfold on?"

Using his thumb to lift the black fabric from his face, Sebastian gave me a look that was a dangerous mixture of innocence, confusion, and mischief. "Are you saying you want me to see you while I take your clothes off, my lady?"

Wait. What? That's not what I had meant by that question at all. I was really surprised. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Oh no...I hesitated. Rule number one when being asked embarassing questions: Never hesitate. "Um...T-that's not what I..." Damn it, brain! I shook my head and blushed. "What I meant was, it's obvious that you can see me even when you're wearing that blindfold, so...ugh. Never mind, I'm just being stupid." I gave up, knowing that I would only embarass myself more if I continued. Sebastian adjusted the blindfold so it covered his eyes again.

He undressed me in silence as I looked out the window, trying not to blush. "For what it's worth, young Mistress..." Sebastian said suddenly. "I would never call you stupid. You are a beautiful young woman, and a Phantomhive, no less. It's time you stop putting yourself down and live up to the Phantomhive name." My eyes widened in surprise. He really does care about me...

"You're absolutely right." I smiled at Sebastian, even though he 'couldn't' see me. As I half expected, he smiled back. I took the chance to corner him. "HA! So you can see me!" I tapped my finger on his nose once, smiling smugly.

Sebastian sighed, but smirked. "If you want me to take the blindfold off so badly, you could've just asked me," He said as he began to untie the cloth from his head. I couldn't contain myself. I started cracking up laughing, playfully pushing his shoulder.

"You know that's not what I meant, Silly. I was just trying to prove a point." Sebastian chuckled as he tied the blindfold back and began putting on my petticoats. I took a moment and thought of what I should do for the day. "Oh, crap! I completely forgot!" I said as I facepalmed. Before Sebastian could ask, I quickly reminded him, "Ciel and I never got to discuss my lessons because you guys had to leave all of a sudden to check out the murders. How did that go, by the way?"

Sebastian paused for a moment, then grabbed the corset from the bed. I lifted my arms so he could put it around me as I awaited his answer. "The young Master...had a bit of difficulty stomaching the crime scene. And that dastardly Alois Trancy and that horrid excuse for a butler of his were there as well. It was all quite stressful for the Master and myself." Sebastian finished tying the corset and slipped the dress over my head.

"Well I'm sorry things turned out that way...I know! Let's get your mind off of it by starting my lessons! In the future, all high school students have seven classes, the main four being math, science, language arts, and history, and the other three classes are electives. So if you want, you can choose the four main lessons I'll learn, and I'll choose the other three!" I said cheerily, hoping to make Sebastian forget about Claude and Alois. Dear Lord, I sound just like Lizzie right now, I thought, stifling a groan. It's not that I never liked to be perky, it's just that remembering Lizzie's constant perkyness was enough to give me a headache.

Sebastian nodded as he sat me on the edge of the bed to put on my stockings and shoes. "That sounds like an excellent idea, my lady. What type of lessons do you have in mind?" I thought for a moment, considering the electives I already had back at my high school.

I could impress Sebastian with my french, I thought. No...He probably knows the language better than the native people! Besides, I have a C in that class...Choir? God, no! I'd get way too nervous and shakey with him watching me sing...P.E.? Brain, why was that even an option? I asked myself. None of my old electives would be good enough. I had to think of something I was really good at, something that I could do no matter how nervous I was. "I got it!" I said. "I'd like to take Art, Poetry, and Sewing lessons."

Sebastian stood, untied the blindfold, and tucked it into his breast pocket. "Wonderful choices, young Mistress. I suppose the future hasn't lost the ways of the past yet." I hopped off the bed and ran to the door. This is gonna be great, I thought. I really am excited about this!

"Come on, Sebastian! There's no time to waste! I'll eat breakfast quickly so you can teach me all that I need to know!" Sebastian laughed lightly and followed me out the door and down the grand staircase to the dining room, where Ciel was already seated, quietly eating a scone.

"Sebastian," Ciel said calmly.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Bring an extra chair to the dining table so Luna can sit next to me." Ciel said. Sebastian complied, and quickly retrieved a large wooden chair that matched the one Ciel was sitting in. He set it down beside the head of the table where Ciel sat, and held it out for me before I sat down. "Do you remember the invitation Count Druitt sent me? The one for the ball?" Ciel asked me.

I nodded my head while Sebastian set a china plate in front of me with a single scone on it. Trying to be ladylike, I only ate small bites of the scone I pulled off with my fingers. "Yes, I remember. Why?"

Ciel leaned back in the chair with his elbows on the arms and his fingers intertwined. "The invitation was for the entire household. It is a masquerade ball that will be held tomorrow night. Would you like to go?" Hmm. A masquerade...I've always wanted to go to one...and the invitation was for the entire household, so Sebastian will definitely be there...It would be a great test on my skills to act like someone from this time, too.

I held up my forefinger. "One condition," I said. "I have to be allowed to make my own costume." Ciel closed his eye and smiled a bit.

"Very well. What kind of costume are you planning to make?" He asked apathetically. I could see past his carelessness and saw a small spark of true curiosity. I thought for a moment.

A witch? No...they're not ready for that yet...a bat? No. A vampire? Ugh. I have no idea what the hell I'm going to be. "I don't really care what kind of costume I end up making, as long as it's black." I said truthfully. Ciel gave me a look of disapproval. I put my hands up defensively. "Sorry, Ciel. Goth girl, remember? Besides, it's a masquerade. People are supposed to dress strangely. And since I'll be in a mask, no one will know I'm a Phantomhive if you don't want them to know. It all works out perfectly." Ciel sighed, but I knew I had won.

"Sebastian, bring some tea to my study. I need to look through all the paperwork for this case again. If anything's on my schedule, clear it. I don't want to be bothered." Ciel stood. "I'm sorry I can't stay here with you a while longer, I just need to figure this case out before that nasty spider does." Ciel said to me, referring to Alois. He left the dining room, leaving Sebastian and I alone.

I got up from my seat and stretched. "If you'll follow me, Mistress," Sebastian beckoned, "I'll show you to the drawing room where we will begin your lessons. But before we begin, I need to serve the young Master his tea."

I smiled hugely and followed Sebastian down another hall. He let me into the room, then quickly departed. I immediately began searching for some paper and a quill pen. After searching through a desk, I found what I was looking for and sat down. Now that I can see Sebastian in real life, I can draw him perfectly without having to stare at my computer screen, I thought happily.

While I waited for Sebastian to return, I drew him from memory, making him winking at an oh-so-in-love chibi me. All the girls feel that way, I reminded myself sadly. For Cripes' sake, I'm just a little flat chested kid compared to all those beautiful women Sebastian could choose from. I hid the picture beneath the small stack of papers I got from the desk drawer. But he's not looking for a woman to love, my conscience told me. You should know that already. "But he could always change his mind," I argued with myself, "And maybe when he decides who he wants to be with for all of eternity, he might choose me. I know I'm way younger than him, but he's over five hundred years old," I said, remembering his confession in the anime to causing the Black Plague five hundred years ago, "So everyone's way younger than him. Pedo Bear doesn't apply to him." My conscience didn't reply, and that gave me a little hope. But in the back of my mind, I knew it would fade eventually.

Sebastian opened the door and stepped in. "Are you ready to begin your lesson?" I noticed he was dressed in his teacher's uniform and was wearing his glasses. I nodded eagerly. Sebastian gave me a soft smile. "Good," He said. "I will only give you your three lessons today so you can have time to make your costume." I bit my lip excitedly, thinking of the amazing outfits I could create.

"Let's begin with poetry. Many great poets have said that the flow of words are not a mechanical creation, but from the heart," Sebastian put his hands on the desk and leaned toward me, looking into my eyes. "I want you to create a seven lined poem describing what you feel in the depths of your soul." Correction: He was looking through my eyes and at my soul...with hunger.

Oh, God, my ovaries. I gulped nervously. "A-Alright, Sebastian."

He took his hands off the desk and took a seat in a chair near by. "I'll give you ten minutes."

Psshh, I got this, I thought. I wrote down the letters of the alphabet on the top of the page. Now if I need to make a word rhyme, I'll just check my list of letters to see what words would rhyme right! After that, I immedeately got to work. I was barely finished by the time Sebastian stood. "Time's up, young Mistress. Please read to me what you have written."

I gulped again, afraid of what he would think. I cleared my throat and read as gracefully as I could.

"This new world, this strange place; So hard to recognise my own face.

It's different from my light and sunny reality; My home of extreme mental brutality.

There's fear in my heart, but love there as well;" I blushed at the next part,

"For something...for someone, who has lurked down in Hell.

The voices scream inside my head; Lost in my sorrow, alone in my bed.

There's no one for me, a freaky Goth girl; And that fact alone makes my anger unfurl.

But despite that, I'm happy, calm and serene. My whole life's ahead of me, I'm only fourteen.

So for now I'll have fun, and enjoy my time here; And hope from this wonderland, I'll never disappear."

My hands were shaking as I held the paper. I looked at Sebastian, feeling butterflies in my stomach. He put his hands on mine to calm me down. "There's no need to feel flustered. That was a beautiful poem. Now, I'm going to teach you about my personal favorite poet. Have you ever heard of Edgar Allen Poe?" Sebastian asked, releasing my hands and standing respectfully in front of me.

I gasped. "I love Edgar Allen Poe! He's the one who inspired me to write poetry and stories in the first place. He was an amazing poet, but my dad says he was just some crazy guy with a pen." I rolled my eyes. "I for one don't think he was a crazy man at all. I think he just took a liking to the darker, more macabre things in life, like me." Sebastian smiled.

"Indeed. What is your favorite poem written by Edgar Allen Poe?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. I put a finger to my chin thoughtfully before I spoke.

"Hmm. Well, it's difficult to decide. It's a tie between Tell-Tale Heart and Annabel Lee." Sebastian adjusted his glasses and raised his eyebrows.

"I must say, that is quite coincidental. I feel the same way about those two same poems. One being about a man with a horrible fear and dramatic guilt over a beating heart, and the other about the tragic death of his beloved Annabel Lee. All very breathtaking, in my opinion."

We spent the rest of the hour talking about Edgar's poems and our own impressions of them. Sebastian took out his watch, notifying me that it was now time for an art lesson. "We have no paint at the moment, or brushes, so I'd just like you to show me your skills in drawing. You may draw anything in this room, just tell me when you are finished."

Time to show off my badass anime skills, I thought as I boldly decided to draw Sebastian in his trademark butler uniform. I pulled it off flawlessly. "Oh, God!" I said happily as I covered my mouth in surprise. This...is beautiful, I thought. Without another word, I bit my lip excitedly and turned the paper over to Sebastian. His eyes widened and a smile played on the corners of his lips.

"Y-ahem, you did very well, young Mistress. You didn't even glance at me to help with your drawing, and it looks like you took a photograph of me," Sebastian said, looking and sounding impressed. "How about you begin drawing designs for your costume now? We'll need to start making it as soon as possible."

I beamed at him in glee. "Thank you so very much, Sebastian." Immedeately, I went to work while Sebastian went to get some fabric and a sewing machine. I drew up tons of spooky designs, but none of them seemed to be quite right. I racked my brain for a long time. I just couldn't figure out what I wanted. Well that's not a familiar feeling, my conscience told me sarcastically. I was still trying to imagine the perfect dress when Sebastian returned, dressed back in his butler uniform. "So you're done teaching me now?" I asked coyly as I leaned back in the chair, watching him set everything down. The amount of fabric wrapped up and the bulky sewing machine would've taken three human men to carry, but then again, Sebastian wasn't human.

Sebastian smirked. "Just for today, my lady. Come and see the cloth I retrieved for you. I think you'll like it." Hm. He's becoming less formal with me...Well, it's a start. I stood and adjusted my wrinkled dress, then walked over to Sebastian, who was unwrapping all the bundled up cloth. A girly squeal escaped my lips as my eyes met the beautifuly designed fabrics I had to choose from. Of course, there was the classic and ever fashionable black, but there was much more. There was black lace, black fishnet, black and white stripes, black and white checkers, pinstripes, and even a rolled up bit of black leather! Most of the other black fabrics had amazing designs. One with silver veins, another with purple sparkly flecks, and another with gold blotches in the shapes of bats and skulls.

I unrolled a bit of the batty material. "Wow, I never thought anyone could find anything like this in the nineteenth century," I said absently.

"I apologize, Mistress. I forgot to tell you. I was the one who created that material." My jaw dropped. Realizing how stupidly shocked I looked, I immediately closed it. Sebastain smiled at my reaction. "I thought it would be something of a gothic type that would please you. I'm glad it has." I blushed at his sweetness.

"Well...I love it. In fact, I think I can make a lot of different outfits! I mean, with all the designs I've already come up with, there'll be enough to make them all and even make a few futuristic outfits I can wear around the manor!" I put my hands on my hips in satisfaction. "Now that we have all the fabric, the sewing machine, and plenty of ideas, I still need to make the perfect dress. I just don't know what to make, exactly." I scratched my head, still puzzled by what I couldn't make.

Sebastian stepped forward and put his gloved hand over his heart. "If you'll allow me, young Mistress, I could make a design for you." I tried to fight back a smile and be cool. But my mind was...well, it was basically full of rainbows, bats, unicorns, and Love Goblins. Wow, Sebastian is spectacular! He not only made a special fabric for me, but he also wants to help actually create an outfit for me to wear to the masquerade! Knowing him, it's going to be amazingly horrid! EEEEE! I squealed in my mind, but luckily I was able to keep a serious facáde as I nonchalantly handed him the paper and quill. Sebastian smirked again. "Wonderful. Now if you'll allow me to pose you-"

"Pose me?" I asked, raising one eyebrow curiously.

Sebastian let out a small sigh. "Yes. How else can I draw the perfect dress for you if I can't draw you in it? It would be a shame to create an ensemble without your lovely figure to compliment it..." Sebastian turned his face away from me a bit, as if he was shy about what he was saying.

I was blunt. "Are you mocking me? I mean seriously, in this world, I may have a pretty face, but I still have small-ugh, never mind. You can pose me." I said. It would do no good to bring up my flat chest. It would only end up embarassing me. He would end up embarassing me. Silently, Sebastian circled me like a shark, studying me. I tried not to make eye contact (not that it mattered, he was looking at everything else except my eyes). After moving my arms this way and that, Sebastian finally looked pleased with the pose. I had most of my weight on one leg, the other was bent so my left hip would be cocked, and my hand rested there. My other arm was positioned out to the side, almost straight out. I waited patiently while Sebastian used a book to put the paper on and stood in front of me, scribbling away. After a moment, he turned the paper over to me, a small smile on his lips.

My eyes widened and I did a little bunny hop where I was standing. "This is perfect, Sebastian! Let's get to work right now! This awesomeness isn't going to make itself!"

I stood from the sewing machine and stretched, but my legs failed to support me. I fell over with a slight shriek, but Sebastian caught me just in time, and sat me back in my chair. "Heheh...Sorry Sebastian. I guess I was sitting so long, my legs fell asleep! Atleast we're finally done," I sighed, looking at the masterpiece Sebastian helped me create.

"Why don't you try it on, young Mistress?" Subastian suggested.

I laughed. "I will, I just need to get the feeling back in my legs again before I do something dumb and clutzy." I pulled my dress up a little bit so I could massage my legs and move them around. After a moment, my legs felt normal, and I stood again. "Alright, let's see how it looks. We can take it to the Dress Room, since it has a big mirror." I took the bundle of cloth I'd just spent hours sewing together, but Sebastian intervined and insisted on carrying it for me. We walked through the manor until we found the white door again. I wasted no time stepping in to find-

"Lizzie?!"

Elizebeth was rummaging through all the dresses in the wardrobe, and countless garments were strung about the room. She looked up at me in surprise. Then she smiled and shouted in her mousy voice "Oh, you must be Ciel's cousin, Luna! He told me so much about you, and that dress you're wearing is soooo cute! I hope we can be best friends! Wouldn't that be grand? I was looking for something cute to wear to the ball Lord Druitt is having, because I came over for a surprise visit and Ciel said he got an invitation too! I was sooo happy! Oh my goodness, I just got an idea! I'll give you a makeover! Ciel mentioned that you like dark and spooky things, I was soooo terrified! I think that a pretty pink dress would look fabulous on you!" Lizzie spoke in a rush, skipping over to me and linking my arm in hers as she dragged me away from Sebastian to give me a makeover. "No boys allowed! Not until I'm ready to show you to her!" She shouted at him as she shut the door in his face. I tried to shout for help before the door shut, but it was too late.

"We're going to have soooo much fun, and I'm going to make you look soooo much cuter!" My eye began to twitch. "Did you find anything adorable, yet?" Lizzie shouted into the giant wardrobe.

"Yes, Darling! After all of this searching, I finally found a pretty pink dress for you, and a sexy red gown for me!" Said Grell as he stepped out of the wardrobe. He saw me. "Oh, Luna Darling! How wonderful to see you again!" Grell shouted as he spun me around. Lizzie was jumping happily in place. I was getting nauseous. Dear Goddess, for the love of my sanity, kill me now. I thought helplessly as Grell and Lizzie worked together to wrench my clothes off. As much as I fought and protested, it was no use. I was up against a Grim Reaper and an overly persistant 'fashionista'. I wasn't even worried about them seeing me in my underwear. I mean, they were both girls. Atleast, as far as personality goes. It didn't really matter, because I had no say in the 'makeover' situation.

By the time they were finished with me, everything was sore. I had discovered the hard way that even the most ladylike people can turn into animals when dressing people up. Lizzie ran to the door and opened it. Thankfully, Sebastian was still there with my dress. That might not be a good thing, my conscience told me. Look at what you're wearing. I looked down at myself, and a blast of bright pink blinded me. I cringed, and looked up at Sebastian.

To my horror, he had his hand to his mouth, covering his quiet laughter. Suddenly, Ciel appeared beside him. "Sebastian, why are you-" He stopped short when he saw me. I dropped my jaw when I noticed Ciel was fighting off a smile. Mother of God, what the hell do I look like? I thought frantically as I ran to the large mirror that leaned against the wardrobe. I knew that if the color pink literally had the power to make me sick to my stomach, I would've barfed all over the place. But my stomach just settled for an uncomfortable churning as I stared at myself, my anger rising. The light pink dress was unbelieveably frilly, with white trim and little pink bows. I scowled at the pink bow that was snagged in my hair.

"Oh, Ciel! Doesn't Luna look soooooooo cute?!" Lizzie asked. I look like a cotton ball that got puked on by a freaking fairy princess,I wanted to say. I was grinding my teeth as I walked up behind Lizzie.

I said as sweetly as I could manage, "That was fun. Now it's my turn to give you a makeover. It's only fair," I said. There was an evil gleam to my eyes and I gripped Lizzie's shoulder.

Looking like a frightened little mouse, she squeaked, "O-okay...it's only fair." I smiled wickedly as I went to the door, half hiding myself with it as I spoke to the boys.

"How about you two wait out here while I give Lizzie her makeover...and I might do away with Grell, too..." I growled in an irritated voice. Ciel and Sebastian both looked a little frightened at my sudden mischievious glare before I shut the door on them. "My turn!" I shouted as I pounced on Lizzie. Sure, with two people dressing me roughly, it was hard to fight them off, but one little girl was almost too easy to capture. I found the darkest clothes I could find and layered them on Lizzie, creating my own spur-the-moment garment. At Grell's shy and frightened suggestion, I added a splash of red. I tied a crimson sash around Lizzie's neck, making it loose enough to look intentional, but not lazy. When I was done with her, I was too worn out from my sudden burst of angry energy to do anything to Grell. Lucky for him.

I opened the door where Sebastian was standing patiently, and Ciel was tapping his foot very impatiently. Lizzie was already gazing at her reflection, but quickly ran towards me when she noticed I'd opened the door. Ciel's uncovered eye widened at the same time Sebastian's eyes did. I looked over at Lizzie, who was smiling from ear to ear. "Isn't this cute, Ciel? Luna, I thought you were going to dress me in something horrible and scary, but this dress is absolutely to die for!" She said, spinning around.

"I'll say," Said Grell, putting his hands on his hips.

I smirked a bit. Heh. I guess I can make anyone appreciate a good ol' black outfit. "H-how were you able to make Lizzie actually like anything that wasn't plastered with pink butterflies and sparkles?" Ciel asked in disbelief.

I crossed my arms and said the first smooth thing that came to mind. "Well, it's no big deal. I'm simply one hell of a Goth girl."

It was an hour before the masquerade ball. I stood in front of the mirror in the Dress Room, all alone. My black hair was in a pony tail, but I allowed two strips of my hair to hang in front of my ears, like I always did. The black mask I was wearing was a simple mask that didn't cover my whole face, and had flamelike tips on the side. My dress was so comfortable, and I was thankful that I lined the inside with black silk. All of it was black. The spagetti straps, the thin waist, the tattered skirt, and some of the purposly visible petticoats. Even my long black gloves had rips and tears in them. The front of the dress had two long lines of criss-crossing black ribbons, like on a corset. One for each side. Sebastian really has made the perfect dress for me, I thought. But something was missing.

There was a knock on the door. "Young Mistress? Are you ready?" I turned to Sebastian, ran to him, and pulled him into the room so I could look at the costume I instisted on making for him. For this masquerade, he would be the Phantom Of The Opera, which unfortunately hadn't been created yet. With a vampiric black cape and the white half mask, the look worked well for Sebastian.

"Yup! You look amazing, by the way," I said with a thumbs up. But then I remembered. "Before we go, do you think Mey-Rin would mind if I borrowed a necklace? This outfit is practically perfect in every way, but I still get the feeling that I need something for it." Sebastian put his white gloved hand to his mouth, thinking.

He snapped, and took my hand. "There's no need to go to Mey-Rin, my Lady. I have something that would compliment your outfit perfectly." Sebastian led me down the hall, and after a few confusing twists and turns, we made it to a black door that he didn't know I was familiar with. We stepped inside, and Sebastian went to his dresser, which until now I didn't notice had a small black jewelery box on top, right in front of the mirror. He rummaged through it a bit, then hid something in his hand. I walked over to stand in front of the mirror beside him, and his chocolate cake scent made me smile. "Close your eyes, young Mistress." Sebastian said as he walked behind me. I did as requested, and suddenly felt cold metal against my neck, all the way down to my collar bone. "You may open your eyes, now."

The first thing I saw in my reflection were three copper chains held together around my neck by a pentagram that was hanging in the hollow of my throat. "Beautiful..." I whispered. It reminded me of the first pentagram necklace I ever bought, when I converted from Christianity to Paganism. I lightly touched the pentagram, lost in happy memories of spell casting and learning the wiccan holidays by heart, which reminded me..."Sebastian, what's the date today?" I asked, looking at his reflection. He looked surprised to hear such an off topic question.

"Young Mistress, it is February first." My eyes bulged. February first? But...Wait, I'm an idiot. Why should I freak out about the date when I'm not even sure what day it was when I left my world? Heh, I'm retarded. February first...that means tomorrow's Candlemas! And it also means there's only thirteen days till valentine's day...and nineteen days until my birthday...

Sebastian looked confused. "Tomorrow's Candlemas," I said plainly. I laughed nervously a bit, then explained, as I always did when I started talking crazy. "Well, I thought about how gorgeous this necklace is," I put my hand on the copper again, "And it reminded me of when I first bought a pentagram necklace of my own, which in turn reminded me of my Paganism and the Wiccan holidays, which reminded me that one should be soon. I guess I didn't realize how soon it would be! Candlemas is the day Pagans celebrate the Goddess recovering from the birthing of the God, bla bla bla...Anyways, back to the point. This necklace is amazing! It's just what my dress needed! Are you sure you won't mind me borrowing it for the night?"

I turned to Sebastian so I could speak to him instead of his reflection. With a hand over his heart, he answered, "But of course, my Lady. That, too, was the first pentagram I owned as a demon." Sebasitan explained with a smile. I narrowed my eyes at him, but quickly put on a happy poker face. He said that like he wasn't always a demon, I thought accusingly. Heh. Couldn't be. I dismissed my own thoughts as I followed Sebastian out and into the foyer of the manor, where Ciel, Grell, and Lizzie were waiting for us. Ciel was wearing a pirate's costume to accomodate his eye patch, Grell was in his usual attire, apart from a sleek red mask (I guessed Sebastian saw him in the sexy red dress and forced him to put on something decent), and Lizzie was wearing the dress I forced on her, and a black butterfly mask with a long handle so she could hold it to her face. I didn't see the servants anywhere.

"Aren't Tanaka, Bard, Finny, and Mey-Rin coming, too?" I asked Sebastian. As we got into the rather large carriage, he reminded me that they needed to stay home to protect the manor.