(A/Ns: I have actually been planning this for nearly 4 months now, and I've finally written it! Pandora Hearts and Black Butler are my 2 fav mangas, so I just had to make a fanfic with my favourite arc of the manga. So, this is like half AU for both. Basically, for Pandora Hearts, it takes place after Break's past arc but before the Isla Yura mansion arc, and it takes place where Pandora Hearts is in late 1800s Britain (its probably that time period anyone no one really knows) As for Black Butler, it takes place after the Public School arc and before the Emerald witch arc. Also, Alois exists here. Basically, when Ciel stabbed him, he didn't die, and claude gave up on the deal bc sebby was too awesome. I know it doesn't really make sense, but its a half AU/half canon fanfic, so it doesn't really matter. This is by far the most confusing thing I've ever written, but im actually pretty proud it. Finally, the rating is really for later chapters.

Please review! All feedback is welcome :3 Also, I couldn't think of a better title im sorry

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, Pandora Hearts or any of the characters)

Chapter 1

~ At the Phantomhive Manor ~

"Sebastian."

"Yes? What is it?"

"This tea is disgraceful."

"My apologies," Sebastian replied courteously, tilting his head downwards and sighing, "This morning, that fool we call a chef managed to destroy the kitchen yet again, thus I was left with very little time-"

"I don't care," Ciel interjected, raising a hand promptly and cutting him off, "Just get me a new one."

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian grinned, placing a hand to his chest as he picked up the cup, walking away from Ciel and into the kitchen. However, right before he entered the other room, one thing crossed his mind, causing him to retrieve a letter from the inside pocket of his blazer and hold it up between two fingers. "This arrived for you this morning."

"Pass it here," Ciel instructed, taking the letter from Sebastian and watching the butler hurry to the kitchen.

The seal on the letter was none other than that of Queen Victoria.

Opening the letter and scanning over it, Ciel frowned, exhaling mentally.

"Your tea, sir," Sebastian placed another cup down onto the table in front of his master, stepping back subtly and waiting for Ciel to finish reading. "May I ask for the details of the letter?"

Ciel sighed, picking up the tea cup and sipping from it, "More problems have arisen at Weston College. Apparently, soon after it closed down temporarily, a new group took over, allowing both old and new students to enrol. But, as of recently, both students and teachers have been disappearing at an alarming rate. Because of the fact that none of their bodies have been revived by the yard, Her Majesty suspects it has something to do with the underworld. Obviously, that leaves the case up to me."

"What were Her Majesty's exact orders regarding this investigation?"

"Naturally, Her Majesty is concerned for the people who are missing, as well as their families. But, I haven't actually received specific orders instructing me to actually find these missing people. So, I suppose I'm just expected to get to the root of the issue, and to sort it out."

"I see…" Sebastian replied after a short pause, "I must say, this school is proving to be rather troublesome."

"Yes, it is bothersome, I'll admit that," Ciel agreed, standing up from the table and glancing up to Sebastian, "Prepare the carriage now. I'd like to get this resolved as efficiently as possible, and that means starting in the usual place."

Watching as Ciel left the room, Sebastian smirked, raising a hand to his chest again and bowing slightly. "Yes, my lord."

…

The two stood outside the Undertaker's parlour, the sign above which had collapsed numerous times baring the name of the infamous shop. Bringing a hand forward and preparing to open the door, Sebastian was abruptly halted by Ciel, who cupped a hand around his butler's wrist as his vision remained set firmly on the door.

"Don't," Ciel ordered, "I'm going in first."

"My, my, a little eager, aren't we?" Sebastian teased as a grin tugged at his lips.

Ciel sneered at him, "Don't mock me."

Promptly, Ciel barged into the shop without knocking, allowing Sebastian to follow closely behind him before slamming the door shut and speaking up:

"Undertaker! I know you're in here."

After a brief pause, the person whom they were looking for – Undertaker – appeared from above Ciel, dropping onto the floor in front of him.

"Hehehehe~" Undertaker laughed sadistically, standing up slowly and stealthily approaching Ciel, wrapping a hand around his neck and glaring directly into his eyes, "What brings the little lord in here today, I wonder…"

Ciel, who remained seemingly unfazed by the piercing gaze from the phosphorescent eyes, spoke calmly, "I'm here on Her Majesty's business. I need information."

"Ahh, I seeeee~" Undertaker chuckled, detaching himself from Ciel and walking across the room, perching in his normal spot on top of a pile of coffins, "You'll have to pay the price though~"

Right before Ciel could retort with one of his usual snarky comments, Undertaker raised a finger sharply, cutting him off.

"On second thought, I'll do it for free."

Satisfied but slightly suspicious at the deal, Ciel entered further into the shop, keeping a close eye on Sebastian behind him as he seated himself on one of the stray coffins, crossing a leg over and beginning his explanation. "Her Majesty has requested me to investigate Weston College again. Her suspicion is that this has something to do with the underworld; hence I seek information from you. Furthermore, considering you were previously affiliated with the school, I presume you have further knowledge of what happened to them."

Undertaker only nodded in response, his fringe falling away from his eyes as he continued staring at the Earl.

Ciel continued, "Do you know anything worth telling?"

After a minuet silence, Undertaker answered simply, "No."

"… You don't even know what happened to Weston College after you left?" Ciel deadpanned.

"No, me lord~" Undertaker repeated, "I was under the impression that they'd closed it down for good. All of the P4 and their fags left, and who knowwssss where they are now~"

Ciel frowned, standing up abruptly and turning on his heel to exit. "Come, Sebastian. It appears as though I have no other choice than to infiltrate the school as a student again."

"Hold it," Undertaker spoke up, still smiling at the Earl as he dropped from the stack of coffins, landing skilfully onto the floor. However, unlike most of his speech, the reaper's tone seemed dripping with a cold, threatening aura, which Ciel found impossible to ignore. "Rather than investigating one house alone, don't you think it would prove more productive to go undercover in all 4 houses?"

Intrigued by Undertaker's proposal, Ciel froze in his tracks, facing the reaper. "Elaborate."

"Certainly," Undertaker smiled, "The school has 4 houses, and in each, separate things happen. I know that from experience. If you want full access, you need multiple people, preferably both students and teachers. That is the only way to gain full access."

"That's easier said than done, but…" Ciel paused for a bit. "… I like the sound of it. Sebastian?"

"Yes, young master?"

"Are you able to make this work?"

Sebastian grinned mischievously. "Certainly."

"Good," Ciel commented, turning back around to face Undertaker, "Would you be willing to assist me in this?"

"My, demanding little one, aren't we~" Undertaker mocked, "But, I think I will, actually. Just because… I believe this will most certainly prove to be very… interesting…"

…..

Glancing around the room, Ciel face palmed, facing up towards Sebastian and muttering, "Is this really the best you could do?"

Sebastian replied with his usual devilish, confident and modest smile, "As much as they don't seem like it, I believe this group will prove most useful in this task. They'll blend in. Besides, out of all your accomplices, these were the only people who accepted."

"Fine…" Ciel grunted, "But if this all goes terribly wrong, you'll definitely pay the price; understand?"

"Certainly."

"Alright," Ciel began, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room, "If it were my personal decision, none of you would be my first choice when it came to recruiting people to assist me with this. But, certain circumstances have left me with no other choice but to seek out your help, so full cooperation would be greatly appreciated."

Ciel scanned the room, registering everyone there; Undertaker, Grell, Ronald, and worst of all (the very vain of his existence)… Alois.

A while back, Alois and Ciel had engaged in some rather complicated affairs, which ultimately led to Ciel being fairly certain Alois was dead. However, one thing lead to another, and it was soon revealed that the obnoxious blonde was still alive and kicking.

Noticing that they were two people down from having one fag and one dormitory warden for each house, Ciel turned to Sebastian, asking, "Aren't we supposed to have two more."

"Only one person is missing, actually," Sebastian answered, "From what I gathered, the prefects of this school haven't quite chosen fags yet, apart from one, meaning we can only infiltrate on that house with a house warden. That leaves only three spaces for students."

Ciel frowned, "And which house is that?"

"That would be the Green Lion."

"Alright. Looks as if we don't have a choice," Ciel murmered, "But who is missing?"

"Well… that would have to be-"

Right before Sebastian could finish the sentence; a loud crash reverberated around the room, everyone apart from Sebastian flinching at the noise.

And, at that moment – from a cloud of dust and shattered glass – appeared the final member of the plan.

Observing as the person stood arrogantly, whipping the sword over his shoulder, Ciel groaned, "Seriously? Him?"

Sebastian breathed out a sigh, "Admittedly, he was the last resort, I'm afraid. But, out of the pair of them, I figured he'd be the most capable at blending into a school. And, he did attend Weston College himself, so out of everyone here, I'm hoping he'll prove to be productive."

"You talking about me, folks?"

Ciel turned to see that person – none other than Charles Grey – strutting over to him, running a finger through his hair as he stared down and smiled at the Earl.

Putting on his façade of innocence, Ciel replied, "No, thank you. Just please take a seat. We have a lot to discuss before tomorrow."

"Whatever."

"May I begin now?"

"No," Alois declared objectionably, "I have a question."

Internally, Ciel rolled his eyes. "What is it, Alois?"

"What am I getting for doing this?" Alois smirked, "Will I finally get to own you?"

"No," Ciel grimaced, "Naturally, working besides me, the Queen's guard dog, should give you a reasonable reputation."

"Aw," Alois smirked, "Oh well, at least I get some time away for boring old Claude for a week. Maybe then I'll get a chance with that handsome butler of yours~"

Ciel screwed his face up in disgust. "Is that all?"

"No. I'll pester you with the rest later."

"Good," Ciel continued, "The way in which this college works is by a house system. Throughout the school, there are 4 dormitory houses, each with its own teacher, or warden, as some may put it. Additionally, each house has its own prefect. These prefects have been set, so the 3 of us who are working undercover as students will have to become their fags in order to get as close as possible to them. Naturally, most of us will be in separate houses, so fag work will have to be completed to the best of our ability."

"Slightly ironic coming from you, my lord," Sebastian joked, bringing a hand up to his chin.

"Shut up."

"What are 'fags'?" Alois asked curiously, "Sounds like hard work."

"It is," Charles replied, "You basically act like a slave for the P4."

"Ugh. I cannot be bothered with that."

"We'll discuss this later…" Ciel exhaled heavily, "Anyway, we have secured the enrolments in the houses required, and all the adults must start work tomorrow. Currently, the main decision we are faced with is who will be investigating each house."

"The Earl and I can most likely be based in any house," Sebastian added, "So really the decision lies upon you."

"What're the four houses?" Ronald questioned, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he turned away and focused on the floor, "I'm not too smart, so nothin' too advanced, if y' would."

"The first house is Violet Wolf," Ciel simplified, "This is for people who are exceptional at the arts, ranging from music to painting. The next house is Scarlet Fox, which is for people of exceptionally high status. Supposedly, it teaches its students about poetry and culture, but in actuality, I believe all it does is educates its students how to be arrogant. Anyway, the third house is Green Lion, where people who are outstanding at sports go. The final house is the Sapphire Owl, where the prestigious school's brightest and academically gifted students gather. Last time I investigated at Weston College, I was part of the Sapphire Owl, so I believe it would seem less suspicious if I were to join a different house."

"I want to be in Scarlet Fox," Alois demanded.

"Is there a particular reason for this?" Sebastian interrogated.

"Of course!" Alois blurted out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "The Trancy household is well known all over England. And just look at me!"

"I'd never heard of the 'Trancy' household prior to meeting you…" Ciel muttered under his breath, almost inaudibly, "But very well. You may join the Scarlet Fox house."

"I've just ran through the possibilities mentally, and I personally believe the best person to work as a tutor for Scarlet Fox would be Grell," Sebastian pointed out.

At the mention of his name, Grell perked up, his long red hair flicking upwards as he stood up, leaping towards Sebastian. "Ohhh~ BASSYYY~ You think I'm so beautiful that I could fit in with all the rich snobs? Oh, how I'm honoured!"

"No," Sebastian retorted, holding a hand out and stopping Grell in his tracks, watching as the redhead fell to the floor, "I just believe that if you made an effort, as the so-called 'actress' you are, you would be able to work effectively as a tutor there."

"Ohh, I see~" Grell purred, "Well, I do like the sound of dressing up in those pretty dresses all the aristocrats wear-"

"You'll be working as a male," Ciel stated bluntly, cutting Grell off, "It's an all boys' school, so consequently, all staff are of the male gender as well."

Grell's expression quickly shifted to one of disgust and horror. "What?! I did not consent to this!"

"Grell, darlin'" Ronald said calmly, "Chill out, we get a break from Will this way."

"Oh, I suppose you're right," Grell sighed, sitting down with exasperated effort, "But I'm still not too happy about this."

"Oh well," Ciel shrugged it off, checking that Sebastian was writing everything down before confirming, "Okay, so in the Scarlet Fox house, we have Alois as the fag and Grell as the teacher, correct?"

When everyone nodded in acknowledgement, Ciel proceeded.

"Ronald?"

"Yeh?"

"You said you wanted something less academically… challenging, correct?"

"Um… yeh," Ronald nodded, "I ain't 'alf bad at sports, so y' could put me in the sporty one."

"I suppose that would be most suited to him," Sebastian agreed, "Young master?"

"Go on," Ciel ordered him, "Okay, so, Charles Grey…"

"Ah, good. I thought you'd forgotten about me!" Charles commented.

Ciel dismissed his nonsense, proceeding to ask, "Where would you be best suited to?"

"Well, I'm useless when it comes to art," Charles laughed casually, not appearing to be taking the plan overly seriously, "I'm the Queen's butler, so I'm not stupid. I'll just be a student in the Sapphire Owl house."

"How are you working as a student?" Alois scoffed, eyeing him up and down.

"It's what the Queen and her Guard Dog ordered of me," he shrugged, "Besides, I'm sure my looks will allow me to get away with being a bratty teen-"

"Wait," Ciel interjected, "Her Majesty is aware of what's going on in this investigation?"

"Of course."

"Right… Sebastian?" Ciel rotated his head to face his butler, "I order you to work in the Sapphire Owl house with Charles Grey here. Honestly, I don't trust him as much as I should, so I trust that you'll watch over him. Furthermore, if he's serving as Her Majesty's eyes, then I need you to ensure this investigation goes to plan."

"Yes, my lord."

"Okay then…" Ciel flicked through the papers, freezing up at his sudden realisation, "So… all that is left is the Violet Wolf with me… and Undertaker?"

Undertaker smirked deviously, "I was right… this will play out to be verrryyyyy amusing, wouldn't you say as well, me lord?"

"Wait," Ronald intervened, "Ain't he the guy from the… um… c-camponi… no, campanyi, nope… c-"

"Campania," Ciel cut in abruptly, "Yes. I shall be keeping a close watch on him. But, his previous ties to Weston College may prove useful."

"No offense, but," Alois grinned, "Do you even have a single artistic vein in you, Ciel?"

"Painting; no," Ciel countered, "But I'm competent in playing the violin, and the previous fag, Cheslock, had the same talent. As for Undertaker… it doesn't really matter."

"That's certainly true, me lord~" Undertaker agreed, "I've seen those classes before, you seeee~ They don't do much. All it ever consists of is a goth parade, all of them playing creepy music and throwing black paint onto canvases, colouring them the colours of their souls. Honestly, it's most amusing~"

"… Alright then…" Ciel muttered, not looking forward to putting their plan into action tomorrow. But, he didn't have a choice.

Sorting out a mystery like this… such was his duty as the Queen's Guard Dog.

…..

~ At Weston College ~

"Okay. Shall we begin tonight's meeting?"

Reim scanned the room, satisfied that everyone had arrived so that he could begin. In front of him sat Break, Oz, Gilbert, Elliot and Leo, all in their plain white clothing – all except coloured vests. Elliot and Gilbert just looked bored, Oz and Leo were intrigued, whilst Break looked as if he weren't even paying attention to what Reim was talking about.

He continued, "In the Headmaster's experiments lately, 7 more people have passed away. Unfortunately, 4 of them proved to be adults; the 4 dormitory wardens, to be specific."

"Oh well," Break shrugged, gazing idly at the ceiling, "My house leader was soooo annoying. He kept making me do work."

Reim glared at him. "Xerx, we're supposed to be acting like normal students; the teachers can't know that we're just on surveillance for the Headmaster."

"So, have we got new teachers yet?" Oz asked curiously, "I was beginning to like my house leader!"

"Yes, we have, actually," Reim informed them, a sense of uncertainty riddled throughout his tone, "The four of them have all come from the same place, so the Headmaster has instructed all of you to keep a sharp watch on them, especially their interactions – if any – with the new students."

"New students?" Oz's face lit up, "How many?"

"There'll be three of them," Reim explained, "Sapphire Owl, Scarlet Fox and Violet Wolf will all be receiving one new student."

"Not ours?" Leo wondered, "Why?"

"Because you're my valet, so you remain my fag!" Elliot yelled, "I'm not letting you serve anyone else!"

Sarcastically, Leo threw his arms up into a fake surrender, "Jesus… calm down and stop being so possessive."

"Tch," Elliot scoffed, "Whatever. You're crap at sport anyway… I have no idea what you're doing in the Green Lion dorm anyway…"

"Well…" Leo smiled up at his master, "I don't want to serve anyone else."

Elliot felt his face heat up as he gulped, hoping for someone to change to topic.

Thankfully, after a brief break in the conversation, Reim spoke up again, "Am I correct in thinking the rest of you don't have fags yet?"

Break, Gilbert and Oz all nodded their heads simultaneously.

Reim continued, "Okay. The Headmaster has ordered you to make these new student's your fags as well, because he's deemed it as 'suspicious' that they all joined with the new house leaders."

"I don't want a fag," Break complained, "I'm perfectly capable of doing things on my own."

"Xerx, your job is most important," Reim declared, grabbing his friend's attention.

"Why?"

"I did some digging around once I received the completed enrolment forms earlier this evening. It turns out the person who will be joining Violet Wolf with you has been here before, so you need to watch over him."

"Argh…" Break whined, "But that means re-teaching him all the new rules! And this stupid uniform!"

"The uniform which you don't even follow," Reim muttered under his breath, glaring at Break through the corners of his glasses. As well as the new Weston College uniform (which was identical to the Lutwidge uniform, except for coloured vests which indicated which house they belonged to), Break had a dark purple cloak draped over his shoulders, effectively serving as a blanket which occasionally gave him a hood. "And you'll need to explain that we address people by first name now, but without letting him know that some of us have the same surnames. Because, we don't want the Headmaster's experiment's exposed either."

"So much work~~!"

"Do… we know what the Headmaster is doing?" Oz questioned quietly, lowering his head, "Or why people keep dying?"

Reim responded regretfully after a brief silence, "I'm afraid not…"

"What household is this fag I'll get stuck with from?" Gilbert muttered nonchalantly, already bored of his involvement in this. Because of the way the school worked, Oz had had to become the prefect of the Sapphire Owl house, which left Gilbert to be prefect of Scarlet Fox as a member of the Nightray's.

"Um…" Reim flicked through the files, "Trancy… supposedly, his father died a long time ago."

"Never heard of it," Gilbert grunted, "Are we done here?"

"Yes, for tonight. You're free to return to your dorms now."

The sound of chairs scratching across the floor overlapped the silence in the room, everyone heading towards the door.

Just before they could leave, Reim grabbed their attention again, saying firmly:

"Remember what you must do tomorrow. From how suspicious the Headmaster seemed earlier… I think we can safely assume that keeping to the plan must be your top priority…"