A/N: My best friend, Moya, requested that I made this story. Of course I'm going to make it about her. I love you so much Moya, you're my best friend ever. Love love love love love.

The young, blonde haired girl got escorted into the mansion by the handsome demon butler. She took a good look around. There were three servants lined up in perfect symmetry. None of them flinched, and the demon butler bowed. The young blonde blushed as she took another look. There was a giant picture in the back of the stairs. There was a turquoise haired man and a red haired woman, posing in an old Victorian pose. Of course, she was at Phantomhive estate.

The young blonde was a trader from Japan, trading toy parts to the company. That was her mission. She needed to sell almost all these toy parts, because her company wasn't doing well, and it could go down in flames. She wore a black and red Victorian-Lolita dress, with a miniature top hat headband with lace. Her lips were painted black and her eyes sported a smoky effect.

She was escorted up the stairs, and she was careful not to step on her expensive dress that her rich grandmother made. The girl was probably much known in Japan, since her company was famous. Her company was biased around a Lolita fashion shop, but occasionally, they would make toys, mostly stuffed animals. She let out a strange sigh once she was escorted to the top of the stairs. The girl was very strange, or at least known for being strange. She was a very outgoing gothic girl, who loved to tease people, but proper when needed. Her name was Moya Itoshii, which meant lovely core.

Once she was in the Phantomhive study, she sat nervously in front of the boy at the desk. He gestured for the demon butler to leave at once. The young Phantomhive sighed and spoke.

"Moya Itoshii, welcome to Phantomhive estate…I am Ciel Phantomhive."

"Yes, I was informed of your name when I agreed to the trip, very nice to meet you, I expect you to treat me kindly, since I will be staying here for a few days," She added a smile. Ciel raised an eyebrow at her immediate attitude, but then chuckled at it.

"But of course, miss. Now to discuss the business…"

"Yes, yes."

"Our company is in desperate need of…"

The two young teenage beings talked about the deals and statuses of the company. Lady Moya was demanding a higher raise for her Lolita cloths, and Ciel was trying to make a reasonable negotiation with the demanding girl. It's only right for a girl to want more money for her company, since it was doing terrible.

"Miss Moya, I will make a cunning deal with you…I will pay €4014 for your cloths, and an extra 3,000 if you work for me during your leave."

"Pardon me, sir, I am not a servant!"

The young Phantomhive stood up from his desk, taking a glance around.

"My servants are the best, but none of them are very good tailors, and you, Miss Moya, would be excellent at this task." He grinned.

Moya raised an eyebrow and smiled. She didn't think this would be the correct way to raise money for her company. She actually, found the young Phantomhive to be quite attractive. She wasn't even thinking straight. Maybe if I like this job…I can take a permanent leave and hand the company over to my partner, Mari…Moya was willing to do this job.

"Very well, Earl of Phantomhive, I will sew to your heart's content…."

Ciel grinned a mature grin and shook the girls hand as she stood up.

"Come now, I will show you your room for the time being…"

Moya's designated room was very nice. It had a mini chandelier and a nice bed set and drawers, where the butler had loaded her clothes in. Since it was almost time to retire for the night, she sat down on the bed in her nightgown, and thought about the exquisite dinner and that boy…Ciel Phantomhive. He was very polite, but nonchalant. Maybe she should get him to…open up a bit.

I'd like that….

But for now, it was time for the young girl to rest in the unfamiliar room, which was very cozy and comfortable. She lay down and blew the candle out. Her blue eyes glowed in the darkness of the room.

There is something strange about this manor…and I don't know what. It sort of has a very melancholy feel to it, like something terrible happened. Is it why the boy is so nonchalant with people? He isn't very demanding, and why the hell does he wear that patch over his eye…? I wonder…I wonder so many things...

And with that, she fell into a sleep