Wow…that was fast. Thank you alexma and squishypeanut12 for your reviews, and yes of course I'll update. I just did, didn't I? Now, I won't be so quick on the dot after this because I only have one other pre-written chapter and I'm not done with it yet. Plus I still do have to work on my Soul eater. *shame cloud* My cat is going nuts. I just thought I'd let you all know. She's like wailing and mewling and running in circles and weird crap like that. There isn't a storm, and nobody gave her catnip to get her high…probably ghosts then. Whatever. Enjoy the next chapter!

Dina's POV:

I hummed to myself, gently stroking my fingers across Rāta's fur as Subaha and Śāma curled up on my feet, warming my toes from the frigid bite of the ice under them. Knife handles were flat against every plane my body provided, arms and back and legs and stomach. "And now folks, the judging shall commence!" an announcer said with a flourish, and I narrowed my eyes, seeing the Phantomhive kid's butler, the man called Lau, and a few of the Scotland yarders up on the stage. That left the three panting men with chisels the ones who were talking crime by our tent. 'And they're the ones Rāta saw that night with the murder.' Śāma observed from my left toe, busily licking her paw and washing her ear. 'Tough-looking, aren't they?' Subaha added sympathetically, butting her head against my calve, avoiding the knives. "First up, we have Scotland Yard and Its Merry Men, with their sculpture, Guardian of London." He gestured to a statue of the man I recognized as Arthur Randall, the commissioner.

The idiots were saluting the statue, and me, Subaha , Rāta, and Śāma indulged in mocking and merry laughter. The Viscount shook his head sadly. "Judges scores! One, two, one, one, zero-" The announcer said cheerily as the head of the statue fell off, much to the Yarders' dismay. "-for a total of five points." He went on, looking a bit flushed as he named the competitors. "Next team, whose name is All Women's Dresses Should Be Tiny, and their entry…" The sculpture of a highly developed Chinese woman was covered by several men holding banners, both with slight blushes, and it had absolutely nothing on, above or below the waist. I slapped a hand over my forehead as the others snickered. "For obvious reasons, this ice sculpture has been disqualified." The announcer told us, rubbing the back of his head as the cats in my arm and at my feet made rude comments to the creator. "But why?" Lau asked, and Ciel stared daggers at him. "How could you possibly think that was proper to display?!" he snarled, and Subaha, Rāta, and Śāma all yowled agreement as I massaged my temples, feeling a migraine from the overloading of other people's stupidity coming on.

I glanced at the judges, rolling my eyes as I saw all but the Viscount had ruled X, but the creep had a ten and he was grinning wildly. "Win this. You can right?" Ciel asked his butler, and he gave him a mild look. "Of course I can. You explicitly order me to do so, and I exist only to fulfill your orders my lord." He said quietly, and my friends all made quiet comments and musings on a demon's normal lack of work ethic as I kept my eyes on the stage. "And next, from the team known as Queen's Puppy, we have the Arc of Noah!" the announcer said, and the curtain to the side of the stage dropped with a flourish to show a life-sized boat. Collective gasps were heard, and the Viscount nearly sprang from his seat. "What a sculpture! I've never seen its like! That is art in its highest form!" the bearded judge said, and the announcer spread his arms. "An amazing piece! Let's see the total scores-"

"One moment." The butler interrupted him calmly, and all eyes turned to him. "My apologies, but you haven't seen all of the sculpture yet." He turned towards the boat and snapped his fingers once. The edges of the hut at the top split, and the whole thing cracked to show a twisting, writhing sculpture of animals as even more gasps were heard. 'Not bad.' Subaha, Rāta, and Śāma all said in unison, and I nodded quietly. "Brilliant! He deliberately made the seam of the roof weak so it would melt and fall apart in time!" Beardy shouted, and the Viscount nearly swooned. "Our ancestor, the brave man who stood fearlessly against the flood of God's wrath, Noah! He is depicted here with the pairs of animals he was ordered to rescue, awaiting rebirth from the sea!" he shrieked, hugging himself and twirling as we all snorted.

"Astounding work young man! Its high art, I declare you an ice sculptor of the highest caliber!" Beardy shouted, and the butler turned with a soft smirk. "No sir. You are too kind. I am simply one hell of a butler." He said, closing his eyes with a smile. "So uh, I don't think we're going to beat that." The Irishman said, and the cats around me tensed as I heard the reply. 'See you at the shop Dina!' Śāma mewled, getting up from my foot and leading the retreat with Subaha and Rāta. I quickly belted up my dress, showing leggings with knives strapped here there and everywhere they could fit and ripping off my coat, showing bare arms with more knives. "Is everyone ready for the final scores-" the announcer started, but the leader of the Irishmen stopped him. "Hold it right there!"

Everyone looked to see him standing beside the sculpture of the Queen with a gun in hand. "Hate to break up the party, but this ring is ours!" he continued. "We're taking what belongs to us!" The inspector from before started. "Hold on! That means that you're the-" he started, and the man finished. "That's right. We're the team of thieves all of London's been talking about. Maybe you'd recognize these?" he asked, pulling his jacket aside to reveal dynamite sticks. The men behind him kicked a barrel down, revealing more of the cursed things. I started my breathing exercises, flexing my hands. This was going to be messy. "You have ten seconds. Anyone who doesn't want to die should get the hell out of here. Ten-" He said, flicking his lighter as everyone began panicking. "Master?" the butler asked, but Ciel did not even blink. "My orders remain the same. Do it now Sebastian." He said firmly, and his butler bowed with a smirk. "Indeed young master."

Sebastian's POV:

"What are you doing? Hurry up miss, you need to get out of here!" Aberline shouted, and my eyes flicked to the side, seeing that young human. Possible human. She was definitely one to be watched, that much was certain. "Move copper." She snapped, unsheathing blades that I now noticed were strapped all along her arms and legs. Hilt marks against the fabric of her shirt indicated more hidden weapons. He gulped, backing away as his eyes lighted on my master. "Ciel! Get out!" he shouted, and my master snorted silently. "You can go if you want to, don't worry. I'll be fine." He said calmly, and the inspector turned. "I can't leave you here! I joined Scotland Yard to protect our citizens, that includes noblemen like you Ciel!" he said, starting forward, but the female stopped him with a hand, just as a bullet slammed into the ice an inch from his foot. "Stay back inspector. And you too lass." He said, pointing the gun to the woman, who merely gave an icy smirk, walking over to my master and planting her feet solidly beside him, pointedly defying the gunman.

"You only have three seconds left. A sweet little boy and girl like you, shouldn't you be running away?" he asked, and my master smirked as I came even. "I see no need for that. Look behind you." He said calmly, and I launched myself over him, kicking the gun from his hands. "What the-" His accomplices drew guns of their own, and I turned to deal with them, however, the woman streaked by me, sliding under one's feet and knocking him down before rolling and coming to her own. I leaped and spun in the air, hearing the human judges gasp.

"Impossible! He spun four whole times in the air!"

"A noble swan, flying through a world of silvery white snow! Lured by that devilish smile the maiden is enfolded in his midnight black wings!"

I heard my master shudder and a tiny smirk touched my lips as I swept by, knocking the other man down. "Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! That's it, a perfect score!" the announcer cheered as the woman once again skated past, using no human contraptions as I did, but her own natural grace and precision. "Damn you, little brat I'm going to blow you away!" the Irishman shouted, lighting and throwing his dynamite, and I immediately turned, the contract calling me, but before I could scoop him up that woman was there, catching him up in her bared arms and streaking away. With a wicked smirk in my direction, as if she knew my duty to keep him safe, she tossed my master through the air, jumping herself to catch him and swirl into a turn, scraped ice showered up to coat the air in a seemingly magical shimmer.

"Incredible! Such form! And all without her own skates!"

"The tragic maid, drowned in the magic of her own eve and trapped beneath the ice, surfaces once more to play with her mortal visitors and bestow upon them her graceful dance of passionate love!"

A disgusted look came over my master's face, and he irritably punched the woman in the arm. "Let me go!" he hissed and she swirled, suddenly jumping as the impatient man threw another dynamite and tossing him to me with a sarcastic salute only I saw as I caught him and spun into a turn of my own, a bit annoyed at her showing off. "Again?! I hate those two!" the Irishman snarled, grabbing and lighting another stick. The girl was suddenly there, playfully shoving him and making him miss by a little as I quickly dodged, beside me in another second, skating grimly with her eyes focused on the ice. "Well played madam." I murmured, and she gave me a feral grin and a soundless laugh.

"And the teamwork! Like two mirror images!"

"The noble lady of the sea and the gallant swam who skims her brink, locked together in an endless dance of forbidden love as their child is tossed from tempest to wings in his parent's battle of passion!"

Her lip curled as I silently wished to rain death on his head, and she swerved away as I saw the ice crack and fragment under the man, who had been weakening it in his attacks, heading for the statue and the ring. "Sebastian!" my master shouted, and I spun, throwing him up in the air. The ice collapsed, and a haze of chips and dust flew up as the statue and the men sunk into the water. I didn't see the woman as gasps and then watchful silence reigned around us. "Where is he?" Aberline asked, and Lau chuckled. "My lord is stubborn as ever." I caught my master and set him down on the ship I had created, floating through the mist towards them, not a hair out of place. "The ship sails on! Leaving human despair behind! The ship sails on! Carrying the future of the world, the ship sails on! Despite the raging flood of icy waters seeking to drown it! The ship sails on!" the Viscount said merrily, and the bearded man merely gaped. "It's the Ark! Truly a recreation of Noah's Ark! We've seen a miracle on the Thames!" he cried, starting to weep, but then all chatter stopped.

The woman was not on our tiny vessel. Gasps and murmurs spread as the crowd searched the ice with their eyes, seeing no bodies except the three Irishmen as they were hauled out of the water. "What the water gave us, it has taken away. The gentle maiden of yellow and brown shall sleep once more in her bed of mud and waterlilies, awaiting the next fair child to await her charming smile and fierce protection. May all grieve and praise the Frost Fair's queen, and eagerly await her next visit upon us." The Viscount murmured, and the bearded man bowed his head. "Geeeeeeeeee-hai!" a voice called to us from across the river, and I turned slightly, seeing the woman grinning at us, waist deep in the icy liquid, waving broadly.

There were more gasps, and she bowed her head, sinking to her knees as the Viscount swooned dramatically. "Ooh, dost mine eyes deceive? Fair lady Frost is once again whole and unblemished!" he wailed, and she hid a smirk from the humans before immersing herself fully, and I saw a shadowy shape dart underwater for the safety of the bridge. "Was tossing me about like that really necessary?" my master asked, and I smirked slightly, giving a bow. "My apologies sir. But we did have an audience after all; I thought it might add a bit of flair to the show. Besides, I think our female friend did far more tossing about than I did." I said, and he scowled, pointedly looking away. "Hmm. And you didn't want her upstaging you. Do you suppose she managed to recover the ring, or do you think it'll sleep safely at the bottom of the Thames? Not a bad end if it does." He said softly, and I shrugged.

"But wouldn't it curse all of London then?" I asked, merely for politeness's sake. "Somehow I doubt that'll happen. Besides, if a ring was meant to destroy the city it wasn't meant to survive. After all, we Phantomhives have lived on." He said, and we watched the inspector fish out his criminals. "Tell me something. Earlier, you had accused Noah of being arrogant. But he was only trying to save a few. Wouldn't the desire to protect everyone be even more arrogant?" he asked, and I inclined my head. "Yes, it would seem so." I answered, and he smirked. "Well, an arrogant fool like that every now and then might not be so bad." He muttered, and we watched him in thoughtful silence as the ship sailed on.

Dina's POV:

"Gee-hai!" I said cheerily, tugging my hood back and grinning at Subaha, Rāta, and Śāma as they sat on the counter. It was a little before sunset, so I had furry, pointed ears and a long, twining tail, and Śāma was almost human, having the same soft, fuzzy cat ears, only in a lighter shade of gold than my own tawny fur. "Gee-hai Dina." she said calmly, stretching herself and hopping off the counter to give me room when I fully shifted. Rāta grinned at me, at the same stage as it was almost night as well, her black ears and tail twitching madly as she shifted a little on the counter, wanting to go out and patrol like she did nightly. Subaha was the only one not in a semi-human form, sleeping soundly by our cashbox, brown tabby fur stirred softly each time one of us moved. I felt the sun set and mewled, shrinking down onto my front paws as my clothes melted and blurred, becoming a warm, tawny brown cat, my hazy blue eyes blinking indignantly up at Subaha as she turned over, jumping up to the counter and curling up by the brazier.

"I don't suppose you got the ring for us to bag?" Rāta asked cheekily, and I opened one eye, giving her the disdainful glare I'd only ever seen a cat manage. It snarled "What do you expect from me, miracles? I got home dry didn't I? Frumpy grouser." She laughed, and Śāma chuckled. "I'll take that as a no then. Oh well, we didn't need it anyway, did we?" she asked, and I shook my head before rolling over and closing my eyes, going back to sleep.

3rd Person POV:

A dark, shadowy room. One figure stood by the doors, thin, stiff. Another sat in a throne-like chair, silent, indistinct in the gloom. "So I thought to myself, why not let the Hope Diamond find a new owner on its own? Eh, mas-ter?" he asked with a clicking, creaky bow. The figure in the chair merely hummed, something eerily like "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady…" A woman, unseen by both master and servant, sat on the centimeter-wide sill of the window, dark, nearly black emerald eyes glinting with unseen purpose.

Have you all figured it all now? Yes/no/maybe so? I don't really care one way or the other. You all will eventually, that's all that really matters. So…yeah. Oh, self-endorsement, for those of you who like amusing things and zombie apocalypses/free-for-alls, please volunteer for the Zombie May and Jay, it's really good. Or just read it, I don't really care one way or the other. In fact, if you know Soul Eater/Hellsing, read all the May and Jays. They're cracky, insane little one-shots me and my little sister do to amuse ourselves. And as far as I know, people really like them. Anyway…yeah. Be nice readers and give me a review please. Review Request Rcomment, to be exact. Auf Wedersien!