Crossover Fanfic: Kuroshitsuji xXx Pandora Hearts

Title: Madness

Ciel Phnatomhive xXx Oz Bezarius

Genre: Undecided

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own neither Ciel Phantomhive nor Oz Bezarius even how much I want to [tough luck:]

Rant: This is dedicated for ChielRobinne-chan, and for anyone who is reading, I know it's not that good but please enjoy! By the way, the references are mostly from the manga, I just have to say—the animated series didn't give it any justice! (though the angel twist part on Kuro is cool, still,) Read the manga! Both of them!

Also, I've added footnotes for the details that is not mentioned on the anime but can be found in the manga.

~xXx~

Chapter 1: My Lady's Malady

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"How should I know?"

"Oh, right. Why would I even think of asking a stupid rabbit who lived her whole life in a hole?"

"Shut up, octopus head! We wouldn't get lost if you didn't run away from those cats!"

"Octo—pus? The hell! Where did that come from? Wasn't I suppose to be seaweed—"

"AHA! I knew it! So you finally admit it! Just be thankful I've leveled you to the animal kingdom instead of the veggies!"

"Why you—"

"This is it, this is it—Good morning!" someone shouted.

"Oh, hello there young sir…" Tanaka-san, who is busy standing at the Phantomhive Mansion's door, stared at the blonde boy who appeared in front of their estate. "How may I—?"

The old man wasn't able to finish before his steams went off and in his place was a small amiable grandfather sipping tea. "Hoh-ho"

"Cool! He transformed!" The black-haired girl went to his side and simply poked the old man back and forth. The grandfather only replied with another set of 'Hoh…ho'

"Alice! Stop that," the blonde reprimanded the girl.

He was on the act of getting a hold on Alice when a bullet suddenly strayed towards them! It was followed by the girl's shriek clearly taken by surprise. Thankfully, Gilbert was fast enough to push the girl out of the way.

"What was that?!" Gil shouted towards his deceptively-looking young master as he pulled out his own gun.

There was no time to speculate when all of a sudden, the three of them heard a woman shout at the distance, "They've got Tanaka-sama! Finnian, do something!" It wasn't long before a big boulder of rock was flung towards them.

And it was huge, it's twice the size of a typical horse-drawn carriage. A normal person would have been petrified on the spot, but they were not normal (none of them was normal to begin with).

It was Oz, scythe in hand, who sliced it into two. Looking deadly, with dust smokes slowly dissipating around them, Oz slowly raised his weapon towards a frail boy, with hair the same color as his. It's obvious the attack was from this 'Finnian' lad.

Oz wasn't suppose to use his unusual capabilities outside Pandora especially to civilians but there's something about the situation and the look on Finnian's face that made him feel threatened. This is no ordinary people he is dealing with. Hell, the man was not even surprised when Oz summoned his weapon out of nowhere!

"Oz, don't overdo it!" Gil said as he intercepts the bullets barraging towards them. Each shot was answered by his pistol. He even used the boulder as a shield. He turned to Alice. The girl, calmly sitting beside him, looked blankly as if the whole chaos doesn't affect her, "Just look over this old man, got it?" he ordered.

He could almost hear her complain before he dashed to the trees to ward off the assault. He can't see his enemies because of the distance but that didn't prevent him from studying the odds. The bullets raining down on him, was obviously from a 'Ballister Rifle. It would take at least 15 seconds to reload, with the spacing of each shot, he could assume there are at most 31 men aiming at him. This doesn't look good.

But something doesn't add up. He reloaded his pistols. Strange, the enemies' aim is too spot-on. Of course it's not impossible to find high class gunslingers but there is no way all 31 of them has this same manner at handling guns. And another thing, the bullets were not fired simultaneously. Even if an array of bullets purged his hiding place, it's clear that each was shot one-by-one. What's happening? Are they waiting for each one to fire before they shoot? That's insane! Unless—no, that's impossible.

Finnian effortlessly swings a mahogany tree he uprooted into Oz's direction. The man is impossibly strong, but it was still no use against the B-Rabbit's scythe. He might be strong but he's no match for me, Oz thought. Knowing the guy is defenseless, he dared to ask "Why are you attacking us?"

The guy tried a statue but it was sliced like butter. Undeterred, Finnian said "You attacked Tanaka-san and Mister Sebastian said no visitors."

"Mister Sebastian? Wha-" it was Oz's turned to be surprised when the gardener suddenly rushed towards him with—don't laugh—a lawn mower! Finnian looked like an idiot but Oz didn't expect at the state of damage his brain might have! Brushing the preposterous weapon (if it is one) aside, Oz decided to put the guy into sleep. When to his amazement; the lawn mower stood a chance! Not only that, it was gaining on him!

"Don't look down on the Phantomhive household!" Finnian shouted as he placed his weight on the common (?) gardening equipment [not sure if such machinery existed during Victorian era but who cares?], almost crushing poor Oz.

Weeks ago

"Here, take this." The butler hand a state of the art machinery to the gardener.

"What's this? A gift? Mister Se~bastian! You're-!"

"Please refrain from administering unnecessary emotional outbursts, Finnian. It's unseemly." But Finnian is too busy going googly-eyes while trying to give Sebastian a hug, as he tightly clutched the "gift" he received from the butler. Of course the butler swayed from the attack. Having broken ribs from this seemingly innocent display of affection (Finnian's bear hug is quite notorious) can be quite troublesome even for a butler of his caliber.

The young master, who happens to pass by, took a peak at the supposedly gift that is now being smeared with Finnian's tears of joy.

"Oh, so you've stole it?" the young master remarked.

"More like put into greater used. Ronald Knox owes us after all."

"I'll take good care of it! I promise you Sebastian!" Finnian shouted, filled with overflowing happiness. It reminds him of a child receiving a present from St. Nick* which is absurd actually if you consider what a reckless drunkard the alleged saint is.

"When you said 'take care' are you referring to just staring at it for hours and not taking it out from your closet?"

"Exactly!" he answered with a moronic smile.

Sebastian only give an exasperated sigh, "I knew it would come down to this" he whispered. Then, looking sternly at Finnian, he ordered "Just use it to take out weeds, understand?"

"Sure, whatever you say!"

"This can't be. What exactly are you?" Oz asked, almost short of breathe from fending off Finnian's unceasing assault. He can't believe what is happening. This is insane, he can't even sense any chain attached to the gardener and yet he can hold on to his scythe! On the background he can hear the exchange of bullets. He knows he can trust Gil but these people—shit, who are these people and why are they attacking them?

"Me?" Finnian said, waiting for a dramatic pause before he added, "I am just one hell of a gardener!" Then he smiled and put on a typical Finnian pose*. He wasn't able to finish though before he was hit by a tall gentleman from behind. Oz didn't noticed his presence, the man was attired in an immaculate dark jacket and tailcoat with elaborate threads.

Oz can only stared at the man.

"Stop imitating me. Seriously Finnian, if you'll mimic something from me, at least make it decent." The gentleman who saved Oz, glanced at him only once and said "Guests, I apologize from this rude welcome. We normally wouldn't treat our honored guests in this manner."

From his position, Oz was utterly dumbfounded. The man was—overwhelming, it's like being pulled towards him by simply following his movements. He couldn't remember feeling this petrifying presence to anyone except to Glen Baskerville, like the gentleman came from the bottom of Abyss itself!

The man didn't gave him any more attention and proceeded to the mutilated boulder where Alice and Tanaka-san is hiding.

It took a moment for Oz to realize that there was also a grangly man in there—dressed in a cook's attire—with a firethrower! His eyes quickly searched for Alice and when he spotted her, she was doing nothing!

"ALICE! RUN!" he was able to shout but it was too late. Fire engulfed the girl. He could hear an ear deafening scream coming from his friend. And it stopped him, Alice, what did they do wrong? It was all his fault. Thoughts rushed in his head. His fault. There must be a mistake. He didn't imagine that it will turn out to this.

Damn it! He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't have dragged everyone just because of a simple impulse to see her.

Tears almost sting his eyes when suddenly, he heard someone laughed! Alice? His head jerked up searching for the girl.

"Hey, Meirin! Finnian! Stop this already! I won't let you hurt these people!" The guy with the firethrower shouted to his comrades before he turned to Alice who is heartily chomping down a piece of beef. It's still smoking from the tenderizing it went through from the cook's unique method of cooking.

"But Bard-!" A girl protested. It's the same voice they heard a while ago.

"No buts, Meirin!" He answered back, when Bard saw the gentleman approaching, he raised his hand and said "Look Sebastian," pointing to Alice, "told you my food is edible. Just look at her!" He said with pride.

It didn't surprise him…she could eat raw meat for crying out loud! He can't help it, he started laughing. Idiot! Still, Oz is thankful Alice is alright, a huge burden was lifted from his chest.

The gunshots stopped. Finnian repeatedly apologized for almost mowing him over, as Oz tried to stand up with legs still unsteady from the fight. The gardener said something about weeds (he must be high—argh~ sorry for my failed attempts to be funny). Gil was also quick to check on him. He almost went back to his adorable 13-year old self, pestering over him. What a handful, Oz thought. Gil didn't even realized to two scrapes of bullets on his cheek and neck. Too close, if it weren't probably for Gil's reflexes, the bullets might have severed an artery! He sighed, trying to make sense of everything.

But this is unexpected, he thought smiling a little, to think that they'll be saved by Alice with her doing absolutely nothing—well, except for eating.

"Odd," Sebastian muttered, addressing Oz as he glanced back at him. "You seem to be on the same contract as my master, but only—how should I put this..?"

"Pardon?" Oz asked.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" A high-pitched voice echoed throughout the estate. Everyone was transfixed on their places except for the butler.

And at the entrance, with the door ajar, stood a girl. Ebony hair silkily flowing unbound from her nape up to her knees, and eyes the drowning color of the ocean. Oh, he could easily drown from them, Oz thought.

She was how he remembered her and more. Her image forever engraved on his memory on that day. He would never forget the adorable purple turban, ornamented with blooming flowers of white irises on her head, which mysteriously hides her right eye. Just as well, seeing one of her daunting eyes is enough to make him weak, imagine if it's two! Or the cherry gown that hugs her body beautifully, embroidered with fleur-de-lis of white and violet. She's just as elegant as he remembers her.

"My lady," the butler replied. "May I present to you, Lord Oz Bezarius of House Vessalius; the heir of one of the great seat of Four Dukedoms of England."

As Sebastian proceeds with the introductions, Oz trancedly walked past the butler and into the steps of the entrance. His eyes not leaving the girl in front of him; and just at the mouth of the steps—when he's already at the young lady's eye level—Oz took a knee, grabbed her gloved hand and pressed it to his lips. The lady, startled, backed her hand away. He felt a quick longing when he felt the warmth of her hand left his grasp. And that's when he knew, that's when he decided.

Oz looked sharply at her flushed face and said in a determined voice, "My Lady, will you marry me?"

~xXx~

*Not true! Santa Claus is cool, he is not a drunkard! It's just that Sebby-chan always find him high on cocoa! Meanie~! (this is Scissor's opinion, she's already in college but has a mental age of a seven year-old, please ignore her)

Look here, an obese stranger, breaking and entering to your house in a weird way (I mean surely a man climbing down a chimney is either a lunatic or high on drugs right? Not to mention the get up) while giving you presents must have an ulterior motive. He's also a slavedriver (poor elves) and there's the animal cruelty (forcing those reindeers to fly! You have to admit, that is one topnotch case of mental instability).

I'm not going to talk to you ever! You meanie~! (a~nd she walked away towards the sunset, what a Drama Queen)

I have candy.

Nyay! Free candies! (told you—seven year old) Hey, when did "it" became plural!?

*It's like the Fag's pose on His butler Attending School Arc, ah it brings back good memories. Finnian is sooo ado~rable!