Hello, my friends, and welcome to my brain. These are drabbles and one-shots most likely written during English while my teacher lulls us to death with his monotone voice or during random bursts of inspiration. I will be taking requests for this, so if you want me to write anything, kindly read down to the author's note on the bottom of the page. ;)

This is my first fic (or shall I say drabble series?) for Kuroshitsuji... ever. So go easy, knock me upside the head if I've got OOC and please review or I'll have Sebastian eat your soul... in my dreams!

Disclaimer: If I owned Kuroshitsuji, do you really think what I'm writing would be called fanfiction?

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Pluto's Demise

A billowing tower of smoke mushroomed high into the air as what was left of the Phantomhive estate's kitchens imploded with a hollow whomp.

"Bard, how many times must I tell you not to use a flamethrower when you're searing the filet mignon?" Sebastian stood with his eyes closed and his gloved hand massaging his forehead with excruciating patience. His eyebrow twitched almost imperceptively.

"I didn't use the flamethrower!" Bard sputtered defensively. "It was all Pluto, I swear!" He jabbed an accusing finger at the hell hound, who sat in his human form whimpering and pulling at his clothes.

Sebastian sighed and opened his eyes, glancing down at his watch through narrowed lids. "Either way, dinner is bound to be late if something is not done. Is there any meat left?"

Bard looked ruefully at the remains of the kitchen. "The dog cooked it all."

"Hmm." Sebastian snapped his watch closed and smiled pleasantly at the chef. "If that's the case, then cook the dog. The chef of the Phantomhive family should be able to manage that much, ne?" He turned on his heel and started to walk off, calling back, "And please, avoid anything explosive this time aside from the stove."

[A/N] Rather short, but it's a drabble, so it should be, right?

As for requests, pretty much anything goes- except for lemon and the like which I consider nasty. It can be in the form of a written out idea, or simply a word and a character, or anything else your crazy mind can conjure. You can review or email me, and I'll try to get every request in. I'll of course give you credit for the idea- a whole set-off making it clear whose idea it was! [pretty sweet offer ;)]

Thanks for reviews, and peace out~

Viva