Why do I have to be here again?

Ciel Phantomhive rolled his cobalt blue eyes as he listened in to the chatter around him. Despite the reputation of University College London, the new first year students seemed just as entitled as ever. He grunted in pain as a girl's bag hit the back of his head. The stupid slag didn't even bother apologizing. Why did women love to lug around such huge bags anyway? He had half a mind to tell the girl next to him to stop fidgeting but the boy on her right decided to instead.

"Mei, can you just stop? Why are you so on edge?"

"Because it's Professor McAllister! She's amazing and has taken down even the worst prosecutors in Europe. So excuse me for being nervous"

The door of the lecture hall swung open and a silence fell over the 100 or so students. Professor McAllister walked across the room towards the lecturer's podium, heels clicking on the wooden floor. She was dressed in a knee length black dress with her black hair in a neat bun. All eyes watched her as she switched on the overhead projector and revealed her lecture slides.

"So," she glanced around the lecture hall with her sharp dark eyes. "I am Professor McAllister. Welcome to Criminal Law". She pressed a button and the next slide appeared.

"I'm sure you've all seen those ridiculous law shows on TV. All of them show easy cases and court drama which can be solved in a day. However, in real life, that does not happen" she stepped away from the podium and took a step forward towards the front row of seated students.

"People ask me several times why I chose criminal law as my career choice. It wasn't for justice or for the reputation. It was more for my own curiosity. My father once said that in criminal law, people are on their best behavior. Family law is where you see people at their worst"

Ciel leaned forward in interest and her dark eyes were on him immediately.

"So let's test the knowledge in this room. The case of John Wayne Bobbit. Who can tell me the facts? Please name yourself before you answer"

There was a flurry of activity as the room spurred into action. It was clear that no student had even prepared well for the day. A hand rose up between the chaos and Professor McAllister nodded to the obviously nervous young man.

"Jason Bournemouth. John Wayne Bobbit was killed by his wife on June 23rd 1993. She attacked him and cut of approximately 2.5cm of his manhood after he allegedly raped her"

"What was her testimony in court? Yes, you over there" Professor McAllister motioned to a girl on the far right.

"Mary Jo Allen. According to her court testimony, Lorena the wife left the house and threw his severed manhood along the side of the highway. She realized the seriousness of the incident and called 911" the girl replied confidently.

"Verdict?" Professor McAllister looked around at all the raised hands before catching Ciel's eye. She nodded to him which Ciel took as a cue to answer.

"She was found not guilty due to her husband's sexual abuse and pleaded insanity"

"Well done. Was this a crime of passion or a crime of logic?"

"Passion" the students collectively echoed.

"What if I told you that you were wrong?" Professor McAllister smirked.

The students glanced at each other in confusion.

"Perhaps, Lorena had a secret lover. A woman. She didn't want to be that woman who left her husband for a woman. Imagine this, John returns home from a day at work and finds his wife in bed with another woman. He sneaks out of the home and pretends he came home late. He plans and makes a recording of the love making session and decides to blackmail his own wife"

Professor McAllister smirked as she held up a USB drive.

"I have saved the copy of the love making scene which proves my theory. I admit it to the judge while the prosecutor accuses me of getting evidence illegally. I dismiss her theory by providing the source which is possessions retrieved from John's office which the prosecution had ignored"

All breaths caught as Professor McAllister let out a laugh.

"Criminal Defense 101. Create a seed of doubt within the jury and win the case"

Ciel sat back and smirked. It hadn't escaped him that she had not asked for his name. This professor was going to be rather interesting.

"So that concludes our lecture for this week. Refer to the module study guide for next week's lecture. Prepare for it. If you all wish for a good grade, I suggest you all attend. Have a good weekend"

There was a general groan of discontent at this but she ignored it, favouring to shut down the projector and disconnect her laptop. She was glad it was a Friday. She needed a break from her students pestering her all the time. She slid her laptop into her bag slowly, taking her time and waiting for the room to empty.

Eventually, she was the only one left in the lecture hall. She zipped up her bag and threw it over her shoulder. A quick scan of the lecture hall produced no lost items. She heard the door click open and turned around. The sight of one of the most popular finance professors made her smile, Professor Edwards. Despite the fact that he was divorced and had no intention of dating ever again, his fans were always waiting for a chance to win him over.

"We're all heading out to the pub for a drink"

"I think I'll call it an early night. Assignments don't really grade themselves" she smiled sweetly.

"It's the first week, McAllister" he folded his arms, clearly seeing through her lie.

"I'll be there next week. Promise"

"You better" with a nod of his head, he departed.

She shouldered her bag and made her way out of the building. Her beloved car, a 2008 red convertible mini cooper awaited her. She threw her bag into the back seat and seated herself into the driver's seat. Her phone beeped, catching her attention for a minute. The passenger door of her car opened and she narrowed her eyes as a rather tall black man seated himself comfortably.

"I always hated this little thing" he grumbled, referring to her rather small car.

"It's enough for me" she replied coolly. The stranger chuckled.

"Always tough to change your mind, isn't it?" he mused.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He sighed. "Can we move on from this, G? I already apologised for what I did".

"And I asked for space. Not for you to be invading my privacy and stalking me. Now leave before I dial 999" her eyes flashed with a warning.

"Okay. Call me" the stranger stepped out of the car and slammed the door hard enough to shake the whole car.

She sighed and leaned against the seat. She needed a cold hard drink.

"Vodka with lemon. Keep them coming"

The bartender nodded and served her. She could feel eyes on her as she took a sip of the drink. It wasn't as if she had not attempted to dress up. Her black dress hugged her curves in all the right places and she reached up to let her hair down. Her hair cascaded down her back and she gave it a couple of flips to set it right.

"Excuse me?"

She glanced up at a rather handsome young man. He wouldn't even be a day over 28. He was classily dressed in a suit and she noted his rather light coloured eyes and full lips.

"Yes?"

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a warm smile.

"Go ahead" she smiled with a raised brow.

"Your reputation precedes you, Professor McAllister" the man commented as he sat down.

"You know my name. I should know yours" she said and took a few more sips of her drink.

"Fred Aberlain. It's a pleasure"

"So what made you wander over to me?" she asked.

"Well if I can be frank, you are quite beautiful. I'm sure a lot of the men in this bar would agree. The hair trick was a plus point" his light eyes crinkled as he let out a small laugh.

"Nice to know an old bag still has it"

"I didn't want anyone else to snatch your company for the night so wandered over the first opportunity I got" Fred confessed with a shy grin.

"Wonderful. Let's have something to eat, shall we?" she grabbed her coat and bag and began walking towards the exit of the bar, only to turn around when she saw Fred wasn't following her.

"Well come along!" she said loudly, prompting the red head to scramble up and follow her.

"She is rather interesting, I agree, however, why her out of all the people in London?" Ciel asked as he signed yet another legal document.

"She seemed the only one with a suitable track record, Master" Sebastian Michaelis replied.

"She will be a tough nut to crack Sebastian. Find all information about her immediately. Search for any weak points so that we may exploit it. I need this woman if she is as good as you say she is" Ciel ordered.

"Yes, my Lord"

An hour later….

"Giselle McAllister. 29 years old. Former defense lawyer turned professor, she began teaching at UCL two years ago and has the highest class rating. Students from her classes are usually top lawyers in large firms" Sebastian reported.

"Why the sudden change from a lawyer to a professor. The money earned as a defense lawyer should let her retire early and live lavishly. To change all that for a lowly teacher's salary is quite strange" Ciel leaned his chin on his interlocked fingers and Sebastian sighed.

"Unfortunately there is no public reason for the change in careers"

"What about family?" Ciel probed.

"She does have a mother and a late father. However, there has been no contact for the past five years. No public reason for that either, Master" Sebastian shut his rather slim file of information.

"There's nothing else?!" Ciel slammed his fist on the oak table.

"Professor McAllister's past is shrouded with mystery" Sebastian bowed low as an apology.

"Keep an eye on her just in case something good comes up. We must get her before Scotland Yard do" Ciel ordered.

"Yes, my Lord"

Giselle slammed the door of her Mini Cooper, pressing the lock button over her shoulder as she walked over the building elevator which was yet again out of order. Her feet ached and she groaned as she began climbing the stairs up to the third floor of the apartment building. Unlocking the door, she pushed it shut and leaned against it just for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she resting her feet at last by throwing off her heels and poured herself a glass of water from the sink.

The conversation with Fred Aberlain had taken longer than she had expected. He was rather good looking and a good conversationalist but Giselle wasn't drunk enough to actually take him home and let him fuck her brains out. He didn't look like the type of man to do that. Giselle scoffed. Men always were never the way they seemed. She had learned it the hard way in life.

She stripped off her clothes and stepped under the warm shower stream. Running her fingers through her hair, she massaged the pressure points at the back of her neck and sighed as she felt a bit of the pain leave her. Turning around, with the shower stream running down her back, she caught sight of her naked body in the full length mirror.

Grimacing, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and gently touched the scar on her lower abdomen. It was a dark and stood out against her pale skin and she turned around to let the spray wash over her face. She threw herself into her bed and closed her eyes in exhaustion. Yet another year, another batch of students and another year of misery.

"Tomorrow is the deadline for all of your reports. Don't forget that this is my way of deciding which ten students should receive a recommendation and an opportunity to be interviewed by the top ten law firms to be a summer associate. Do not miss this opportunity to impress me and your future employer. Have a good weekend"

Giselle stepped away from the lecturer's podium and slowed her movements as the students noisily exited the lecture hall. Over the course of a month, she had already mentally picked out her ten students. The only thing left was to read the reports and give the reward to them. She had yet to be surprised and her guesses were always right.

"Professor McAllister, there's a man outside who wishes to see you" one of her last straggling students motioned towards the door.

"Come in!" Giselle called out.

She rolled her eyes when he entered the room. Standing in front of her, she realized exactly how tall he was. Even with her heels on, he towered over her and she blinked rapidly, trying to forget the chiseled abs he was hiding under the leather jacket he was wearing.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"As if" Giselle shoved her files into her bag and squeaked when she was whirled around by him.

"I miss you, G. Let's go get dinner"

"Edward, I am not going to dinner with you. You should be at home with your wife!" Giselle attempted to kick his feet, not that it would do any good.

"I told you I'm not in love with my wife anymore. Come on, would I be pursuing you like this if you didn't mean anything to me?"

She would be lying if she said she didn't miss feeling his rock hard abs or gasping for breath as his searing kisses burned her. He stepped forward and she moved back until her back hit the lecturer's podium. His muscled arms caged her and he leaned in, ghosting her lips.

"No."

He stepped back. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her eyes to the floor and spoke.

"I can't do this. Go back to your wife. She needs you"

She didn't look up until she heard his footsteps fade away. It was only then that she allowed a single tear to escape from her eye.

Hello everyone. I have returned back to the Kuroshitsuji fandom after a very long time. I love bringing the anime into the modern world and fusing it with various elements of the real world. I began drafting this chapter with the idea of a new mature writing style. Criticism is always welcome. Hope you all enjoy.

Onyxinlife.