*It seemed like there were quite a few people who enjoyed the first story (definitely more than I thought would enjoy it), so I decided a second was appropriate...that, and I did leave a lot of unanswered questions. I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler.*

Final Confrontation

This scene was familiar. Once again, the foyer of Phantomhive Manor was in ruins. The only difference was the cause. Last time, there were assassins. Last time, the reapers didn't interfere. Last time, I wasn't prepared.

That was before. This time, the people after Ciel were not only assassins, but the authorities. Not in the sense of police or the crown, but supernatural authorities. This time, the reapers were armed and ready to defend themselves and Ciel. This time, I was prepared.

I stood with a gun in my hands pointed at an assassin. It was his knife against the gun I held. As much as I didn't want to pull the trigger, I was startling aware of the situation. If I didn't, he would not hesitate to end my life and go after Ciel. I had spent enough time at the manor and with Liana to understand, but that didn't make it any easier.

Without warning, the assassin tossed his knife. I panicked and pulled the trigger as I instinctively ducked, my hands rising to cover my head.


The scene froze and the Undertaker sat on the balcony, watching. "Quite a familiar scene we have here." Glancing at Lady Cecilia, he added, "And the dear Lady Cecilia is caught in the crossfire once again." Noticing the bullet she had shot, he amended, "This time, she seems to be apart of this battle. That is interesting, isn't it." Hopping down from the balcony, he found the young earl, "Well, if it isn't Earl Phantomhive. Found himself some trouble, as usual." The Undertaker chuckled, "Let's see what led to this, shall we?"

*I know this is short, but the following chapters will get longer. Hopefully, I can update this weekly. Until next time.*