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Note: Italics mean flash backs or thoughts.

I turned to the large double doors encased in bronze. My feet carried me to their entrance. My question is, how did I end up here? Again?

I walked through the street uncaring of the people around me. This must've been the fourth time I've had to come here this week. First was to by lady Jen a pair of earrings. Then it was gloves. Then a dress. Then more earrings. Many different accessories of that nature came after, and now a pair of FREAKING SANDALS! Lady Jen can be so selfish. At least this is the last time I'll have to do this. After this I can leave for good and lead on with my life. I hope she doesn't break her promise...again.

I took a turn at the corner that leads to the shopping district. On the opposite side just before the next corner was a dark and gloomy shop. Once to the doors, I found the inside to be not much better. On the walls were many miscellaneous items. Though this shop may have many nice things, they are not what I came here for. My eyes traveled across the room until they fell upon something on a low shelf. They were disgusting. White, flashy, and expensive. It seemed like a bad horror film when I got close enough to see the price. "76.644 pounds. For these plain sandals...HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY FOR THAT!" I yelled at myself. "Well that's simple." A voice chuckled. I was immediately on my guard. I placed my left hand on the dagger I carried at my side. I was trained in how to use a dagger so it wouldn't be too difficult if I had to fight. Especially with who I'm against.

"Come now, don't you trust me?" It asked teasingly. I drew my blade and pointed it in a random upwards direction. "Why should I trust you? Every time I come here you give me some outrageous task to complete! Not to mention you always crack your stupid jokes at me!" I hissed even louder. "Now get out here where I can see you." I growled.

"Just come through the hall and you'll find me." His cheery British tone spoke. I glared at the wall opposite the door. The wall was curved and had one too many halls. "You dumb ass." I slapped my forehead. "Do you ever consider the fact...that you live in a bloody mad house!" I raised my tone. Silence stole a moment. "Never came to thought. Oh well." The uncaring Brit continued. "Idiot..." I mumbled.

I went down the first hall I came across. I know this place so well by now that there's no question where I'm going. The halls were drab and distasteful. So dull. This whack job needs more style.

At the end of the continuous hall was a dimly lit grey room. Behind a desk with a single overhead light was a man. He was speaking with several others. One seemed to pay little attention. Another filled with curiosity. Two actually just listening. The one that wasn't paying any attention glanced towards me. I couldn't tell too much what they looked like, but I'm guessing its a guy from straight back and lack of manners. Not that I have anything against guys or something like that. He seemed tall, but that was all I could tell.

He suddenly clasped his hands together in front of him and seemed to be shouting something. Who knows what? Before he could start to walk towards me his collar was grabbed by another man who seemed to be taller than him, but his hair wasn't as spiky. He dragged him to large, bronze coated, double doors. As two others followed, I directed myself to the small wood desk. I wonder if they're here for the same reason I am? If so I want to beat them to it. I picked up my speed just quick enough to have to slam my hands down on the desk to stop myself. I stared down the carrot top. "So what do I have to do this time?" I almost growled. "Well, what are you after?" He spoke creepily. "Lady Jen wants a pair of sandals...and you just HAD to put them at a HUGE price!" He leaned back, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. Wimp. "Hey, hey now. Killing me wont do you any good." He laughed nervously. "I'm not so sure." I drew my sharp blade to his throat, pointing dangerously close. "Seeing a little bloodshed just might raise my spirits." I let my sadistic nature escape for a brief moment. He gulped letting a sweat drop trail down his face. "Uhh...well...what if I said it would be...easier...this time." Slanting my eyes I sheathed my dagger. "Since when have your tasked been easy?" He gained his composure after taking in a breath. I'm betting his life just lost about five years.

"You just saw that group before you, correct? Well, I know they saw you anyways. Well they're here to get a price lowered to dust like you. So you just have to do the same thing as them." He grinned. "So what's the catch?" His grin grew. "It's a race you see. Since there's more of you, whoever gets there first gets their prize." My head hug back to the ceiling. "You didn't mention to them I was coming. Did you?" I guessed right. His smile fell. "Yes. So unfortunately they will most likely be walking. That's a handicap for you."

"Why should I need a handicap? It shouldn't be too hard."

"So are you sure that's all you need? Nothing else? At all?" His emerald eyes looked me up and down. "I could always throw in some clothes since you are a usual costumer. "I glanced down. From the feet up I was covered in scratches. Many blood stains spotted my outfit. The darned stains refuse to let go of the fabric. Black boots went from my knees down to a platform. A small chain attached to each side. My black and white plaid skirt should've reached it, but it's been through such hell that it only goes to a little below mid-thigh length. My black tank top has a few cuts at the bottom but nothing exposing. My blood red trench coat on the other hand has so many cuts on it it's insane. I've sewn them, but the thread isn't holding up too well. A few black cross designs here and there and some style to it. Usually my hair would've draped over my shoulders, but it's pulled back into a black ribbon, exposing my black cat's collar. The golden bell is attached at the front, and on the back is the name 'Jen' sewn on. That's to show I'm her's. Now that I know what he's talking about when it comes to my clothes..."And just what is wrong with my clothes? Perfectly fine if you ask me Mr. Black tee and jeans." He scoffed at my rudeness. "Fine. But if I see you dressed so raggedly again I wont leave a choice in the matter." He says it like it's a big deal. I thought to myself sarcastically.

"Now go get lady Jen those shoes. You know what will happen if you don't." He said. I almost thought I heard sympathy in his voice. "Yeah. Well I'm off. See you soon, I hope." My words jumbled the last part. I waved with my back turned to him and walked on.

Well, here we are now. In a land completely different from the room i just left. How does this guy fit all this in one room? It's insane. I asked myself. The greenery around me was beautiful though. I wish I could live here instead of with lady Jen, but that's never going to happen. Unless she keeps her promise for once. This is no time to look at scenery. I rushed along the dirt path, stomping with each step. I have too much weight on my foot. If only I could make myself lighter... I saw the group in front of me. Interested as can be I grabbed the cape of the one in front of me. It wasn't to hard to find a spot to since it dragged the ground. He turned around to face me. He was so pale and skinny that he looked like he was low on nutrition. His single white bang out of all his black hair swished in front of his left eye as he turned. "Could you please let go?" He asked politely and wearily. Yet another British tone. I've gotten used to them, living in 19'th century England. "Um...who are you people?" I questioned. "Krory, what in the queens name is going on back there?" A man with silver hair and a loud voice asked. In reaction to the loud silver's voice the other two in front rotated to face us. "Hey look guy's! It's that girl from before!" A red head with...heart shaped...eyes spoke. Wait a second. Heart shaped? Does he...

He began to walk towards me. Surprised at him I lifted what I guessed to be the man Krory's cape, and hid behind it as defense. Not letting go, as he got beside me I went around Krory. He followed. Soon enough, after spinning him around plenty of times, Krory slipped and fell to the dust. Damn.

The bandana wearing red head came over to me and bowed politely. I tempted to drop kick him if he makes any suspicious actions. "Hello. It's nice to meet you." He stood with a smiling face. "My name is Lavi but some people call me junior. What's your name?" I was shocked with how happy he is. I'm not used to people like this. "I'm..." Gaining my sense I cleared my throat. "I am one of the servants of the Great Lady Jen. I am known as-"

"We have no time for this!" The man at the front commanded. I bet that Lavi was the one who saw me before and he was the one who dragged him here. I know I'm right. I can never mistake those annoying spikes. I have no reason the dislike spikes, but unlike Lavi, he only has three small, useless spikes. Lavi on the other hand has spikes everywhere on his head. Wait...why am I even thinking about this?

"We must get the earl Phantomhive his tea and this is a simple task to make that very thing happen. Please tell me that you all notice she is here for the same reason we are. If we don't get there first, then we may have to pay the actual price. Now we must go. Come along Lavi, Krory." Then he and the silver haired one raced away. "Wait! Don't leave us Sebastian! Undertaker!" Then Lavi dragged Krory along. My determination gained back. I can't let them beat me. I began towards them. My speed is good, so it doesn't take too much from my stamina.

My feet grew to a quick speed as I was right behind them. Now beside who I knew to be Sebastian. I overtook an irritated glare from him. His speed grew as he got ahead. I smirked. I haven't seen someone like this in a long time. A demon. No human can hope to match my speed. I'm faster than any grown and trained man. This leaving only the speed of demons to compete with. Though, he was a tad slow. Was he going easy on me? I feel offended, yet in a way grateful. I doubt I could beat a demon, though possibly match. You never know for sure. They're all different.

I was soon in front of the demon. Only by an inch, but still ahead. Before us was a table filled with trinkets of all kinds. Including one thing I was looking for. The shoes. I reached my hand out. Some may not have noticed it, but a split second before I got to 'said table' I hit my heel on the ground, then my toes, just before I jumped, with high speed added I was able to give the illusion of floating. Against the air pressure from speed my hand tried to come back to me. Grabbing the sandals, I turned 180 degrees so I could crash land into the wood. As I did I caught a glimpse of the face before me and what was placed on it. Sebastian's...smile? That was the last thing I saw before having many different heavy items tumble above me. I felt as if I should've blacked out. Blasted pain tolerance... I thought to myself as I tossed objects away from me, being sure to keep hold on the expensive monstrosities. I raised myself from the rubble and limped my way to the exit. I could feel the stares of the other four. They're voices carved into my skull. One complaining which I guessed to be Sebastian. Why should he? He's the reason I won. Another whining. I know Krory's annoying whimper anywhere. The last was speaking of the great levitation skill. Undertaker. That sadistic yet happy tone could only belong to him. The only I couldn't hear was Lavi. I wonder...

Glancing behind me as I pushed open the doors I found Lavi's shocked face staring. He was facing my direction, but his eyes seemed to go past me. Turning back to what was before me, I saw what Lavi was gaping at.

Great lady Jen.

She smirked and stood with her arms crossed in all her glory. Seeming very pleased with me she was. A lavender shawl was draped over her shoulders. Her hands concealed by white, elbow length gloves. The same whit covered her body till her ankles, showing off her white heels. I'm surprised. She looks like an angel. I though think her to be more of a devil. Her blond hair swayed in it's messily made bun as she stepped a foot forward, moving her golden cane along with it. She stopped immediately as if commanding me to come forward the rest of the way. I did as told and made my way to the ground below her feet. On one knee I bowed. "Here you are, Lady Jen." She examined the shoes. As she did so I noticed the leave of the other three's voices. I imagine they're faces to look like Lavi's. Sebastian's more of a scowl though. "This just will not do." Her complaint bringing me back to face her from below. "They are covered in filth and have gained a drop of blood. I must ask you to stay if this is the best you can do." I jumped up to be close to eye level with the tall, fair skinned woman. "What? I did just as you asked! This isin't fair! You've promised me this many times. You can't keep doing this to me! I'm going to leave on my own if you keep doing this!"

"You dare speak to me in that tone?" She ended with a small laughter. "Yes I dare, and I'll dare all I damn please! I'm not your eternal slave! I'm leaving." I quickly pivoted on my heels and began to stalk in the other direction. Soon before I knew it, I felt a harsh impact on the back of my head, causing me to fade into black.

Sebastian's POV

I twitched as the golden cane flew down and hit the girls head. She fell to her side and hit the ground with a slide. Red began to slip down her temple and onto the floor. She is not dead, but she has been blacked out.

The Countese brought her walking stick to the floor harshly and let the specks of blood escape it. "What filth. To yell at her owner like that. Cats are too free spirited for there own good." Cat? That peaked my intrest a small amount. That of course must be her label. A feline. A pet. A harsh sound interuppted my thoughts.

I glared in Lavi and Krory's direction. They had better not try anything, or else I will have to have a word with them as soon as we arrive at the estate. Krory caught my warning and held Lavi's shoulder to keep him from making any hasty movements. I never get a rest when it comes to these new servants. So useless.

As I took my attention away from the two, I found that they were taking the girl away. She was being dragged by two men dressed as we were. The Great Lady's head butlers maybe? No matter. This is none of our concern. "Come now everyone." I claped my gloved palms. "Let us go and pay the sir for the tea." And with that I was tailed by Undertaker, Lavi, and Krory.

Back at the manor was chaos. "So just what exactly happened here?" I gave an irritated grin. "Well, you see..." Meylene began to make an excuse. She tapped her index fingers together as Bardroy lit yet another cigar. Finny just cowered below. I gave a sigh. "Can I not trust any of you to keep the house in one piece for just one hour?" My fingers held my head from dropping anymore in dissapointment. "We're very sorry Sebastian." Each of them apoligized in unison. "Yes, I know all that." I grumbled. "Krory, go clean the kitchen, without breaking anything."I exageratted the last detail. "Lavi, you go help Bardroy and Finnian close up the hole in the wall caused by the explosion."

"But Sebastian"

"Now." I ordered as Finny tried to avoid the work. "Ho, ho, ho." I coughed into my glove as tanaka sipped his tea. At least there is one that doesn't blunder continuously... I glided up the stairs to escort the tea to the young earl.

I knocked. "Master, you should remember to keep a close eye on your pawns at all times. They could very well destroy the mansion if you're not careful." I bowed as I placed the tea box on a tray that held the tea wear. "What took you so long Sebastian? What could've possibly made you this late?" His gaze still layed on the glass window. "My lord, there was a small inconviniance. Nothing to worry yourself about." He stared. "You're lying. Something happened that you're neglecting to tell me."

"If there is one thing I could never do, it is lie. You know this, my Lord." He scofted. "Just a run in with a small cat. That is all."

"Was there anything special about this cat?" I smirked. "Simply a small, black cat. With a pure white owner." I gained a sparkling intrest from the young master. "And just who is this 'owner' that dare to get in the way of the Earl Phantomhive?" My smirk grew. "A lady named Jen. Someone with high standards such as yourself." The black cloth of his eye patch ceassed movement as he brought his hand to his mouth in thought. "Well I can't just let her get away with interrupting my butler's orders. Sebastian, I order you to find all you can about this 'Jen' and bring it to me."I placed the earl grey tea on his desk. Placing my contracted hand over my uniform I once again bowed. "Yes, my Lord." Pushing the cart along with me, I exited the study.