Hello, hello, hello! This is my second multi-chaptered fanfiction, so forgive my noobiness! X3

I have a few points before we begin-but I'll be as quick as I can.

-Firstly, I update around once a month, but it really depends on how much time I get to write.

-My chapters are normally around 3,000 words, but can leap to 4,000.

-I'm going to be using the anime of Pandora Hearts for this fic, purely because I'm still reading the manga and I'm not going to spoil the manga for anyone else. The Black Buter/Kuroshitsuji part will be around be around the 10th volume of the manga, though that won't really matter. (The only reason I'm not setting it in the anime's first season is that I want to include Snake and Ronald Knox)

-As it's set in England (and Pandora Hearts is Victorian Europe), I'm not using the Japanese honorfics commonly found in the manga. I'm going to use their English counterparts as accurately as I can-so bare with me.

Okay, that's all from me for now-let's get this show on the road!

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji, Pandora Hearts or room on my bookshelf.

Chapter One: Vessalius

Golden sunlight shone down from the clear, blue sky. It was as though the world was enclosed in a sapphire and a torch was being shone through to dazzle those below. The Rainsworth estate truly looked impressive on a day like this.

A slight breeze ruffled the sandy locks of a teenage boy. He was perched on a second floor window sill of the butterscotch coloured, large Rainsworth manor located at the head of a small village. Roofs jutted out like jigsaw pieces between leafy foliage. The boy's legs dangled in midair, skimming the top of one of these trees.

His eyes were closed, his head tilted slightly upwards so that the warmth shone on his face, his chestnut coloured eyelashes reflecting some of the light to give a shiny effect, an act that caused his long, blonde hair to tumble off his forehead.

In his hand he held a large golden pocket watch, from which a nostalgic tune was drifting out, floating along on the wind.

"Oz." a voice from the room behind him said, the boy gave a 'mmmmm...?' sound in return; much too comfortable on his perch to really care.

"The mail's come."

"Doesn't it always, Gil?" Oz's bow-shaped mouth curved upwards into a snickering smile at his own wit. He heard a tired sigh from the person behind him.

"An important letter came through for you."

Finally, the blonde opened his eyes, revealing them to be a vibrant grassy colour that sparkled in the light.

Oz swivelled on the windowsill, placing his feet on a velvet cushioned chair that he had evidently used to climb onto the high window in the first place.

Oz looked at the serious man holding a crisp white letter; the man who had been talking. Gil was at least a head and a half taller than Oz, with dark wavy hair resembling seaweed that almost covered the amber eyes of a raven. He dressed in black too, making the comparison to a raven all the more glaring.

"Is it from Ada? Uncle Oscar? Little Echo?" Oz asked eagerly, holding his hand out desperately for the envelope, but Gil didn't had it to him as expected.

"None of the above." A smirk was on the older man's face as he stood.

"...then who?" Oz tilted his head slightly to the side, giving up momentarily on getting the letter, as a dog would when confused. Who would send him letters other than his family and friends?

"It says from the 'Pantomhives.' Didn't Sir Oscar mention them once?" Gil replied as he brought the letter down to examine it.

"Maybe," the blonde shrugged, but grinned at his friend, "well hand it over and let's see what it says!"

With that, Oz leapt from the chair, which promptly toppled over sideways. It landed on the plush carpet with a muffled bang; a few of the pictures on the walls shook at the impact.

Gil handed the letter over with a sigh, though he was smiling slightly as he watched Oz picked impatiently at the wax seal on the back of the letter. The wax flaked off in small chunks, lodging itself under Oz's nails as he tried to forcibly remove it. However, with a final grumble the majority of the seal fell away and Oz tore the envelope open and pulled out the inner paper.

Joyously, Oz unfolded the thick parchment and began to read, his emerald eyes skimming across the page quickly:

Oz Vessalius,

Though I have no recollection of ever having meeting you, I have been informed that we are distant relatives. However I have heard that you are part of an organization called Pandora, therefore I call upon you for help.

London is being plagued by a relentless murderer, yet again, who leaves his victims in rather unsettling states. They are calling the murderer 'the Queen of Hearts'. You'll understand if you more if you see them, which leads me on to why I am writing this letter.

As a Phantomhive I have ensured the Queen that I will purge London of this killer, yet I cannot do this alone, so I took it upon myself to ask you for your assistance in this matter.

You need to travel to London to assist me in catching this vicious murderer, if convenient. If inconvenient you need to come anyway. Surely you could send one of Pandora's workers?

Reply ASAP.

Regards,

Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

Oz read through the letter twice, trying to recall if he had ever heard that name before and understanding the formal writing. He was going to read it again, when Gil's patience snapped.

"Well, what does it say?" he asked moving around Oz to read the letter over his shoulder. The blonde looked up, slightly troubled.

"He wants me to head to London to catch a killer." As he spoke, he handed the letter to Gil's gloved hands. There was a pause as his valet read the letter too.

"'Unsettling state?'" Gil finally said, "do you think it's a chain?"

Oz's eyebrows drew together as he thought, "maybe. It's likely if he's calling for Pandora's help-but won't we already have information on that?"

There was a pause in which the two thought, before Oz grabbed Gil's sleeve and began to pull him from the room.

"We should really tell Break about this-we can organize who will go!" he said, his bright grin back.

"Who said you were even going?" Gil spluttered at an attempt of arguing. Although he knew it was pointless-once Oz had decided to do something he didn't give up easily.

At least the blonde eventually let go of Gil's sleeve as they made their way through the manor. They were headed to the dining room, a place that Break was sure to be, where Break was, Lady Sharon was.

Sure enough, when Oz broke through the tall oak doors to the dining room, Break was lounging on the luxurious sofa, sipping tea and eating cake. Sharon was sat next to him, her petite face obscured by a romance novel, her tea sat in a tea cup on the table. They may have looked strange to others, with Break's white hair and his crimson red eye-the only one that was visible, matched with the young Lady's fuchsia eyes and quiet demeanour. They both looked up as the two entered, Oz waving the letter excitedly.

"Break, Lady Sharon! We think there's a chain in England!" he ran to the two and handed the letter over as he sat on the floor on the opposite side of the table.

"Ooh? Really?" Break said lazily, stabbing the cake with his fork, before swallowing it whole, the doll on his shoulder appeared to giggle. Lady Sharon, however, took the letter, read it quickly, then placed it on the table.

"Are you going to go, Master Oz?" She said, reaching forward to take a sip of her tea.

"Well, he has asked me to. It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it?" Oz replied, resting his chin on his arms as he leant on the table.

"Not unless you're busy. You aren't forgetting your current aims, are you, Mister Oz?" Break interupted, his eye boring into the boys. Oz looked at the table.

"To find Alice's memories. I remember." He mumbled, thinking of the girl that he had made a contract with on his fifteenth birthday.

"Maybe they're in England." Lady Sharon suggested.

"Maybe what are in England?" a new voice demanded. The four turned to see a girl of no more than fifteen approaching them, her long, chocolate coloured hair trailing behind her and her violet eyes narrowed against the group.

"Alice!" Oz leapt up, grabbing the letter, before crossing the room to explain the situation. "This boy named Ciel has asked me to come to England to help catch a murderer, and we were just wondering whether it would be a good idea to go or not."

Alice frowned at the boy, "you realize you're my servant, right? You're not leaving me."

"He's not your slave, you stupid rabbit!" Gil snapped at the girl, who looked at him scornfully.

"Anyway," Oz stepped in between the two, grinning to ease the tension. "It is true that I can't leave Alice like that. I'm her contractor after all-and we might find some of her memories there."

"My memories?" the girl questioned, Oz nodded.

"They're scattered everywhere, so who's to say they aren't there?" he replied.

"Well it's settled then!" Break clapped his hands together in delight, "you and mister Alice can go to England to help Mr Phantomhive. All sorted."

"It'll be a lot quieter without you two here." Lady Sharon added.

"Hold on." Gil interrupted. "I'm going too."

"You are?" Oz said, his eyes twinkling, whilst Break chuckled, but his face was serious.

"Of course, the valet could never leave his young master's side, could he?"

"It's not that-if they run into trouble they won't be able to release the B-rabbit's powers without me!" Gil spat, but his stare down with the white haired man was cut short by Oz hugging him.

"That amazing! It'll be just like old times-right?" he paused for a moment, enjoying the warmth that his best friend provided.

"Well, I should get going with a reply. I hope Ciel thinks it's okay that I'm bringing two extras along with me!" Oz crossed to the fair side of the room, to a chest of drawers and pulled out some paper, along with a quill pen.

"Probably," Alice muttered, moving so that she sat beside Oz as he wrote. "Just explain why and he'll get it."

Oz gave a laugh, dipping the quill in ink. "I don't think that's the best idea. I bet he hasn't even heard of the Abyss, let alone Chains."

"What's England like, Oz?" Alice waited for Oz to look her in the eyes, but he didn't.

"I don't know," he sounded uncharacteristically depressed, though a second later he broke into a gentle smile. "I guess we'll know once we get there!"

Alice placed her chin on the table and watched Oz continue to write the letter disinterestedly. Lady Sharon and Break had gone back to their tea and romance novel, and Gil had disappeared-probably to organize a carriage to take them to Earl Phantomhive's residence.

After a fair amount of time, Oz put the quill down, biting his lip as he read through what he had put. He handed it to Alice, it had many smudges on it, but it read:

To Earl Ciel Phantomhive,

I would be delighted to come to England personally to help you with this matter. I've always wanted to visit, so it would be amazing to spend some time there-even in such grim circumstances.

I wouldn't worry about unsettling scenes-I've seen my fair share of horrors in my time so I'm sure I'll be able to handle it.

In addition, I feel I should inform you that I'm bringing two of my associates with me-their names are Alice and Gilbert-I hope that you'll be able to find accommodation for all of us. It's quite important that we stay close to each other.

We are planning to get the next carriage available and head to England straight away-hopefully this letter will arrive before then.

Sincerely,

Oz Vessalius, of the Bezarius Dukedom.

P.S: I can't wait to meet you!

Alice's eyes skimmed over it before she placed it down on the table. Oz looked at her from under his fringe.

"Do you think it's okay? It's not too casual is it?" he asked, slightly nervous. Alice shook her head.

"Geez. It's fine, if anything it's way too formal." She replied, stretching her arms above her as she yawned.

"It's meant to be. I think Ciel's a pretty important person...I wonder what he's like."

"Don't you know him?" Alice raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"No. I've never met him before." Oz rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little more nervous. Alice opened her mouth to say something, but Gil barged back into the room. She glared at him for interrupting.

"A carriage is leaving for northern France right now. If we hurry we can get on it, then get a ship to England from there." He said, panting a little. Oz jumped up.

"Sure. Guess we'll be going then-goodbye Lady Sharon, Break!" he said, waving as he left, Alice close on his tail.

"Bye-bye, Mister Oz!" Break waved back, a smile so wide it was almost creepy on his face. His doll, Emily, rattled as it said good-bye too.

The three hurried out of the mansion and quickly climbed into the carriage that had pulled up outside. Gil was the last one in and closed the door behind them.

Oz leaned back into the cushioned, ruby seat of the carriage, "so how comes we were able to catch this so quickly?"

"The driver said that he was heading to northern France anyway, and that we were welcome to come along, so long as we weren't too noisy." At this, he looked pointedly at Alice, who stuck her pointed tongue out at him.

"What about our luggage, seaweed head?" she snickered, hoping that he was caught out by that detail.

"It's on the top of the carriage, stupid rabbit. We hadn't unpacked from our last trip, so I just brought it down." Gil smirked at gaining the upper hand, which only widened when Alice turned to the window, instead of yelling back at him.

Oz sighed at his companion's behavior, they were always fighting like this. Once it had gotten so bad that the whole carriage had rocked back and forth. He looked up at Alice, she was pouting slightly as she looked out of the window, and suddenly as he looked at her he realized how pretty she was. How her hair was glossy and shone in the sunlight as it tumbled down, the delicate arch of her nose and the intriguing violet eyes with catlike pupils. Suddenly, she turned slightly and her gaze met his. She raised an eyebrow at him, seemingly amused at something.

"Oz, are you coming down with a fever?" the blonde jumped slightly as Gil placed his hand on Oz's forehead, "your face is bright red."

"Ah, yes. I mean no. I'm fine." Oz stuttered, backing away from the touch. Gil looked dubious but didn't press him further.

"How far is it? This is taking forever." Alice moaned, sighing heavily.

"It's not going to take five minutes! It's a long way so we might as well get a little rest." Gil replied, an edge to his voice.

"It seems a waste of such a nice day to be travelling." Oz remarked, leaning on the side of the window so that he could look out at the beautiful sky once more.

He didn't remember his eyes dropping, but eventually found himself in a dream. It was a confusing blur of images from his coming of age ceremony; the Baskervilles arriving, getting dragged into the Abyss by dark wings, being attacked by the Chain Mad Baby and finally, calling Alice's name so that they could complete the contract.

Alice was a Chain, a being of the Abyss, that went by the name of B-Rabbit or the Bloody Black Rabbit. Their contract allowed her a body outside of the Abyss so that she could retrieve her memories, Oz had agreed because her power had allowed them both to escape from the Abyss. Over the time that they had returned, they had learned that ten years had passed since Oz's fifteenth birthday and that Alice had once been human. Also, and probably most importantly, Oz was the reincarnation of Jack Vessalius, hero of the Tradgedy of Sablier.

They now sought the truth to that incident as well as Alice's remaining memories.

Oz found himself being shaken awake, when he opened his eyes it took him a while to focus on Gil. "Nnnh?" he asked dreamily.

"We're at the port. We need to grab a boat to England." Gil said, offering his master a hand up. Oz accepted and stepped out of the carriage, yawning.

"Sweet dreams?" Alice replied, to receive a chuckle in reply.

"Same old, same old. I'm getting used to nightmares." He was smiling as he said the words, but it troubled Alice slightly that he would say something like that.

"Stop standing around and grab a boat." Gil steered the two down the dock. Alice seemed fascinated by the lights dancing on the ocean, and didn't seem to want to tear herself away from it. Oz had barely seen the ocean before either and couldn't look away from the waves splashing against the poles.

It took a while, but they managed to board a small sailboat that was heading for England just as the sun began to set. They were told that the journey would take two hours at best, so got comfortable in the back of the sailboat, there was plenty of room as it was manned by only one person.

Oz watched the sunset, occasionally chatting to Gil about his favourite series of books; Holy Knight, which he still wasn't current with. He turned as he felt something land against his shoulder and was shocked to see Alice slumped onto him, breathing deeply as she slept. He broke into a small smile.

"Guess it's been a long day, huh?" he said to Gil, who shrugged.

"We've had longer ones, and probably will get a series of long days by the time we're through. Are you sure you want to do this?" he replied, his yellow eyes suddenly full of worry.

"Too late to turn back now!" Oz laughed, putting his arm around Alice's shoulders so that she rested against him better. She muttered something incomprehensible against his neck as he did so; he couldn't resist a smile to himself.

The stars did nothing to brighten the darkness that enveloped them as they reached England. Gil paid the sailor, a young man with thick shoulder length hair as they unloaded from the boat.

"Thanks-be careful." He called, waving after them. Oz walked backwards and waved back.

"We will!" he shouted, but was knocked forwards by something behind him. He turned as he fell over, an act that caused him to land on his backside. Oz winced, the pavement hurt a lot more than he thought it would, then looked up to meet the eyes of the man he had bumped into.

He was a tall, thin man dressed all in black, with the long hair to match his fashion sense. His eyes were the colour of fallen blood, though this was hardly different for Oz. A lot of people he had recently come into contact with shared this trait. The man stood in front of a carriage that had been parked on the cobblestone street.

The man offered Oz a hand up, "my apologies, Sir." His accent was undeniably upper-class British. Oz smiled as he accepted the hand.

"Nah, it's my fault really. I should have been looking where I was going." He said, dusting his checkered shorts off.

"Oz, we need to get going." Gil said, checking the time on his pocket watch.

"Oz? As in Sir Oz Vessalius?" the mysterious man asked, the short boy nodded.

"That's right. Why?" Oz replied. The man knocked lightly on the door of the carriage.

"We've been waiting for you to arrive. I must say, your letter arrived quicker than expected." The man replied, as the door of the carriage opened.

"So that must mean," Oz looked at the person in the door of the carriage, "you're Ciel Phantomhive?"

(A/N): And I'm back again~! You just can't get rid of me!

This is the part where I reply to your reviews and go through points of the chapter I thought needed to be addressed.

-Break calls Alice 'Alice-kun' in the manga. I'm pretty sure that he's making a point about her femininity so I translated it to 'Mister.'

-I didn't know whether or not to capitalise words such as 'Abyss' or 'Chains', but using the blurbs of the mangas I decided to go along with it.

-This may sound dumb, but-can Alice even read? She acts a lot younger than she is and it didn't even occur to me before I started writing. She doesn't appear to have many books in her old room, but maybe Jack taught her? Idk.

-When I was writing the boat bit, I was reminded of a film that begins with the main character arriving at London at night. Guess what film it is and I'll give you virtual pies in the next chapter! \(^^)/

-I have no idea how Oz's letter got to Ciel so fast. Let's not question it and say that Pandora have magical mail boxes.

AAAAAAAAAAAND THAT'S ALL.

Please review and tell me what you think! What characters do you want to come into the story? Do you want any pairings to come in? (I've practically shipped everything in Pandora Hearts at least once, even if it's for a little while, so I'm pretty open to suggestions. Also-a terribly guilty CielXSebastian shipper.)

And I'll see you next time! Bye bye~