Hello there, everybody! This is my first time actually publishing one of my fanfictions... Hope you enjoy it! Please review if you think I could improve on anything. Thank you~! -Kiiro

[Edit: Can't believe I forgot this! Gomen~

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own or claim ownership of Kuroshitsuji I or II.

Kuroshitsuji and all affiliated characters © the amazing Toboso Yana.

Any original characters ( I don't want to spoil anything... ) © KiiroFukurou. An' don't you be forgettin' that!

That is all~ -Kiiro]

{Edit Again: Yo~ Edited a few details ... Chap 3 up soon~ Then I think people will actually start reading it...}

Man is incomplete until he marries. After that, he is finished.

-Irish Saying

"Claude…"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Do I really have to get married?"

Two emotionless, golden eyes glanced upward into the rather bored-looking, pale blue ones before them. After a slight pause, the stoic butler returned his attention back to the young master's half-buttoned, forest green vest.

"Yes, Your Highness. For it is Her Majesty, the Queen's, desire," he monotonously replied as the young master rolled his eyes, "that Earl Alois Trancy be wed before the year's end."

Alois groaned while Claude Faustus, the head butler of the Trancy household, finished with the buttons and left to fetch his master's boots. The blonde boy of nearly eighteen years of age carelessly flopped back onto his bed in misery.

"After all, My Lord, you have no known relatives of whom a young earl such as yourself would marry," Claude paused. Butler and master exchanged tense glances before he continued. "Therefore, Her Majesty feels it fit that you be married to the young lady of Her choosing."

Alois moaned across the room, "But Claude… I do not want to 'be wed before the year's end.'" He ended in a pitiful, overly-dramatic interpretation of his butler. "If I accept this, I only have six months left as a free man! Do you know how that feels, Claude?"

Claude turned from his position by the closet and nudged his glasses farther up his nose with his forefinger, sending a menacing flash of reflected light from the morning sun across the room.

"I guess not…" Alois mumbled.

"Do not forget, My Lord, that once you are married to Lady Gallagher, international circumstances within the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland will strengthen, as well as several…"

Alois groaned again, letting his mind wander away from his emotional-capacity-of-a-brick-wall butler. After all, he had heard this speech before. Several times.

Anyway, what did he care? He still had to marry—such a realization seemed quite troublesome to him—at his ripe age. He rolled onto his side and fiddled with the intricate quilted patterns on his bed, aimlessly thinking of all the fun he will miss after becoming a husband. He shuddered at the word.

"The Queen…" He scoffed under his breath, "What does she know…"

"…And also, your status among the aristocrats of Europe will grow, as well as your power and influence among International leaders…"

Alois's eyebrow shot up. He flipped his blonde head around at Claude, stray strands falling in his face, a cruel smile growing on his mouth. Overall, he had the expression of a madman.

"Power, you say?"

Claude remained silent. The young earl rose from the bed and slowly strode across the room to the large window overlooking the courtyard, his shadow of a butler following close behind him. The other servants were already up and about with their daily chores, some of which tended the attractive garden below. Alois clasped his hands behind his back.

"Power, as in, resources that could help insure a certain person's assimilation to me." It was more of a realization than a question. The cruel smile grew more menacing as the earl ran a hand along the window sill, feeling the cool marble and relishing the thought of his imminent conquest.

"Or me…" Claude uttered almost-inaudibly, then looked away from his young master, out in the distant direction of the equally elegant Phantomhive mansion, where a better, or to be crude, tastier, soul lie in waiting.

"Ah… Claude…?" Alois mumbled nervously.

Claude's attention snapped back to his young master. This was no time to daydream. "Yes, Your Highness?"

"I have a slight problem with all this…" he rubbed the back of his neck and looked down, his other hand on his left hip.

"Your Highness…?"

Turning with a dramatic hair flip, Alois Trancy flashed a smile and a big wink at the dark, spidery butler, then said in a slightly more flamboyant tone, "I'm not even sure if I swing that way, Claude!" He finished it off with a good, hearty, absolutely-manly giggle.

And just like that, all of Claude Faustus's daydreams came crashing down in a large, hopeless heap.

And there you have it! Part 1. I'll have the next chapter up soon. I just wanted to throw the concept out there, see if people will like it. Thanks for reading! -Kiiro