(A/N:)First story posted on here ! Hope you like? I DON'T OWN ANYTHING !

Parasol

Kuroshitsuji

'Forty-eight kills in a town nearby. Nobody knows, and no one survives. A mystery this be, not a sound for me, but who will uncover the secrets and lies?'

" My Lord, there are letters. They deem to be important, I presume," with a platter in hand, the charming butler gently places the messages in front of his master, Ciel Phantomhive. The boy eyed the envelopes suspiciously, but without a doubt, he reached for the first one. With a quick slice through the fancy gold stamp, the note read:

To My Dear Phantomhive,

Oh, how terrible this be! Someone has slain one of my villages! I hear that everyone is gone, and no one has a clue of who would or could do such a thing. Could you bare the burden of investigating this horrible mess? It would do me the honor if someone could throw this criminal into a cage for a very long time.

With blessings, The Queen

Even when he blinked in shock, Ciel kept a vague expression. Sebastian shifted on the right side of the boy, understanding the situation. " Another Jack the Ripper case? Is this a joke of a sort? There can not be any possible way that someone could eliminate a village and just walk away," the boy ranted, as he re-read the letter over and over again. " But of course, Jack the Ripper is history behind us. Who else could possibly...?" Sebastian shifted again, but toward the window. " Perhaps...," he started, " Perhaps this is a warning, my young master?" Pluto jumped at the window, excited at the little attention recieved from his owner. Ciel side-glanced at the older figure. " Just what are you getting at, Sebastian?"

" The letters, young master. You've yet to read them all," the man changed the subject. Ciel just sneered but reached for the second letter.

Business was booming, apparently, not to Ciel's care. His attention was elsewhere. His gaze was fixated on the third envelope. The design of it, he had never seen before. The handwriting was beautiful, perfect maybe.

Ciel Phantomhive

"...Who is this from?" He flipped it from on side to another, expecting an address to just appear. There was no send back address. There was no 'from so-and-so' . No one else's name was on the front of that envelope except for his own. " Where did this come from?" His nimble fingers picked it open.

The Earl hissed in pain as the paper refused to cooperate, earning him a rather large and irritating papercut. The envelope fell, but a small, umbrella shaped note slid out along with it. Though a little amount of Ciel's blood was exposed to it, it was quite legible.

" Maybe I should open the letters from now on, my Lord? Doing so would prevent you from..." he grabbed Ciel's hand and dabbed it with a nearby cloth, " ...little mistakes, as of these."

" I don't care."

His eyes rested on the object-shaped note. " A parasol?"

To Ciel Phantomhive, Earl Phantomhive:

You do not know me. You have never known me. As fate will change, we will meet by the order of the Queen. There will be an arranged meeting, as we should get to know each other. I will be sent to your manor on the day of the new moon. I will be there at the break of dawn. Please do be prepared, as I will be for you.

Sincerely, -

"...?" There still wasn't a name.

" I will prepare the manor for a welcoming. The new moon is but a couple of days," the butler turned to the door.

"Sebastian."

He stopped in place.

"Be prepared. I don't know who they are or what exactly what they want."

"Yes, my lord."

He continued to the door.

(A/N:)Nothing to say yet - R&R ? Would appreciate it ;)