Dresses

**A/N: Wow, I did this long before? Oh well, read and review! May suck since this was a year old and my grammar's not that good.

(A/N: Haa, first-ever Kuroshitsuji fic, read and review!)

Disclaimer: I only own what I have created, which is not Kuroshitsuji.

Warnings: OCs, possible OoC-ness and cliché-ness(although I always try not to), LONG one-shot.

Alice PoV.

"Really, your Majesty, would I really need to come with you?" Teresa asked—er, complained—as I tried to pick out a dress for her.

"Of course you would!" I smiled as I held two dresses in my hands; one bright red and the other a deep purple.

"But, yes, I would really come with you, but would I really need to wear one of these—" She fingered a lacey pink dress on the bed, "Dresses. . ." She said, almost shivering in small disgust.

"Oh course! Those suits look terrible on you, and I want to see your real womanly form!" I tossed the two other dresses onto the bed and quickly spun back to the wardrobe.

"Well, they are more comfortable that those dresses. . ." Her voice trailed.

"Well, try something new for once!" I beamed at her. Finally, I found the perfect dress; a dark midnight blue with black trimming; a black ribbon at the chest, black lace whirling down the skirt, the corset-like design may be accentuating her—er, body, and the long gown brushing the floor.

"I-I would wear th-that, your Majesty?" She pointed, horrified, a truly horrified expression on her face.

"Yes, I don't see anything provocative about that." I replied, knowing her distance to all things suggestive.

"But it exposes my arms,"

"Then wear gloves."

"It seems painful to the torso,"

"Not even close."

"It exposes quite an amount of skin."

"How so?"

"It exposes the neck, shoulders, arms and some cleavage. . ."

"Do you even have a cleavage?" I asked, nearly laughing aloud.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, your Majesty, but I'd rather come as a butler than to be stared at by perverted men as a woman."

"Fine, then. . ." I smirked, "I order you, Teresa."

Later. . .

She was fuming, fuming like a volcano. I can see her eyes squeezed shut and her gloved hands shook into fists as she tried her best to calm herself down. I think she didn't look as she said she would be. She was wearing the dark black and blue dress, long dark blue gloves, a black, silver-chained necklace on her neck and her hair. . . I'm still amazed by her hair, usually her hair would be short. Now, her hair wasn't as long as I suspected but womanly enough, it was like her usual hair but a bit longer, now up to the middle of her neck, something like a shaggy bob cut.

"Teresa," I smiled sarcastically at her.

"Yes, your Majesty?" She answered, her obvious attempt to not scream at me.

"You do know where we're going tonight, right?"

"Yes,"

"Very good!" I clapped my hands in glee.

"Thank you, but should I be really wearing this—" She fiddled with the lacy design on the dress, "This thing?" She looked at it in disgust.

"You should follow my orders, Teresa. And plus, wouldn't you rather wear this instead of the pink one?"

"Hm, of course, your Majesty. This dress suits me just fine." I can feel that she's scowling on the inside.

Half an hour later. . .

Ah, the grand ball, quite a nice sight to see. Music by the orchestra, food imported from the best of chefs from all over England, amazing gowns and suits done by the best of tailors, worn only by the best of people, and dance, the several dances all throughout the night.

Teresa PoV

'How dare she? How dare she leave me in this state of dress, in this ballroom, alone?' I screamed at myself, walking aimlessly, looking for her.

'Agh, well that is it!' I screamed at myself once more for nearing falling due to the high, pointed heels that matched this outfit. I was about to lift the dress' skirt, but sighed and let it fall once more onto the floor. I almost forgot that I attached two of my guns on the shoes, in case anyone or anything would be interfering with the night's occasion.

I started to walk once more, until a sly voice echoed in my ears, behind me; "And what do we have here?" A romantic sigh, "A dark blue mistress searching for her lost love!" It sounded playful and confused.

I sighed inwardly, clearing the rage from earlier, I slowly turned back;

'What—what does he think he's doing!' My and eyes widened and eyebrows rose in shock, this man must either be mentally unstable or a lover; which I highly doubt. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly, as he was kneeling on one foot.

"Oh! This beauty's a sight to behold!" I swear I could his face form a dusty pink blush, his eyes were closed, but the hair gave it all away.

'Golden blond hair, they say. Sprinkled with the stars, they say. Like sewn by the angles themselves, they say.' I thought, 'No other than he, himself; Viscount of Druitt; Aleister Chamber. . .'

"Excuse me, good sir. . ." I pried my hand away, "But, if you will continue your misdoing—" I slowly backed away with each word I uttered, "Please, do it with some other woman." I insisted.

"But you are far more different than all these other robins in this nest." He insisted and grabbed my hand once more with both of his.

"E-eh, but sir, please—" I tried to prevent myself from raising a gun at him, voice dripping with insisting sarcasm, "I am not fit for people as yourself. . ." I smiled sheepishly, thinking to myself; 'No, seriously. . .'

"Ah! You are but the most modest and humbled of all these robins!" He stepped closer, and whispered to me, "My dark, ravenous little raven. . ." He chuckled, an eerie one at that.

"E-eh-heh, you do flatter me, Viscount, but I do believe there are more suitable women for your—er, entertainment. . ." I smiled, silently cursing this man's soul, while trying to at least pry my hands off of his and walk away.

"But my dear," He persisted closer, placing a hand on my waist, causing me to shiver in disgust, "There are none of these others that are like you." He pressed our bodies together, causing me to step painfully on his foot.

"OUCH!" He shrieked in such a, womanly voice. "How dare you?" He was in fury, striking attention from almost everyone, "Such an embodiment of emotion in such a cold, hard shell!" He screamed, this time, in sheer bliss. "I want to coax you out that cold shell and make you bloom into the beautiful blue bird you are hiding away from the world!"

"Oh, please." I sighed, I have had it already. . . I picked him up by his very womanly collar, "Sir, sexual assault is a crime, a crime that excuses no one, even higher-ranked ones like you." I said matter-of-factly, staring into his gay, girly, now afraid eyes.

He was speechless.

I dropped him onto his feet, dusting off his shoulders and fixing up his collar, like a mother or lover, "You know, if you fix yourself up, maybe someday, I can be your little blue bird." I smiled, thinking of other words to say.

Turning my back, I disappeared into the crowd, the smile fading into an angry scowl, 'Your Majesty, if you we were not bounded by contract, I would have eaten you already.'

A/N: Tentetenen! Done! But I still wonder, will I still continue with this? I don't know. . . This was done ages—er, a year—ago. . . Read and review, thank you!