Disclaimer: I don't Own Kuroshitsuji
It's a stormy night in England. In a small two story house in the city, there is a man in an upstairs room. He is reading intently under the dim light of a candle; as thunder and lightning continuously breaks the peaceful silence of the night. He slowly flips each page of his book, analysing every word; studying them. Every place on the book his thumb touches, a bloody fingerprint is left. As he gets farther and farther thru the book, the storm outside becomes more vigorous. It seems as if it will never let up.
An hour or so passed before he finally got to the end of the book. When he closed it he ran his fingers over the letters of the title. He went to his desk and began to write a note on a piece of parchment. Once he finished he folded it up and put it in his breast pocket. He then went to the bathroom to wash the now crusted blood off from his hands. After, he grabbed his book, a messenger bag, and a small framed picture of a woman. He turned around to look at a woman lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood. He nonchalantly tapped the woman with his foot. She surprisingly moved. The man raised an eyebrow. "You always were a fighter, weren't you Kara?"
The woman, Kate painfully tried to drag herself towards the door.
The man grabbed his quill from off his desk, and twirled it around in his fingers. "You know, I liked you Kate. I really did. Its a shame you had to come in when you did. I knew I shouldn't have given you a key. Oh well live and Learn." The man sadly chuckled. "Well unfortunately you won't live long enough to learn."
Kate's body began to shake "No...P-please...please don't do this."
The man gave her a look of pity, before grasping his quill like a knife. "Goodbye, Kate."
Kate screamed as the man killed her.
When Kate was dead the man opened the window and jumped out. Although the drop was two levels high, he landed gracefully onto his feet. The road was soaked and in a matter of moments, so was he. The rain poured down harder and harder as the thunder and lightning intensified. He walked down the street until he surprisingly came to a open newspaper stand. He nonchalantly grabbed one, but just before he walked away the stand cashier grabbed his arm.
"Are you planning to pay for that? It's $2.50. No cash no paper."
The man slowly turned his head towards the cashier. The look he gave him made the cashier loosen his grip on him. But he didn't fully let go. After a few moments the man gave the cashier a slight smile. "My apologies." He handed the cashier $2.50.
The cashier slowly took it as he released the man from his grasp. "Thanks..."
The man nodded as he put the paper in his inside coat pocket and walked away. After a few blocks he went to sit down on a bench with a canopy over it. He flipped thru the pages until he saw an article in the crime section: Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian Michaelis highest ranked crime investigators in England.
The man glared at the two names for several moments, then a small smiled formed onto his lips. He folded up the paper, put it back into his pocket and continued walking. He closed his eyes and chuckled as the rain poured, his hair clinging to his face. "Ciel...Sebastian" his smile grew wider and more wicked. "You're about to have a big investigation on your hands, Because..." He opened his eyes. They were shining a bright reddish-pink. His pupils were enlongated like a cat's "I've got a few things about me you won't be expecting."
