Okay, so this afore note has been taken down by me due to the emotional shock it may cause a certain acquaintance of mine if they were to, by freak chance, see it. It was nothing explicitly bad, but I decided it was best to take precautions. It's just that I was kinda an emotional wreck when I wrote it. Please excuse this afore note, and feel free to ignore it.

Onto the story!

I stare out the window, my mind a mess. How exactly did I end up on a plane? And not only am I on a plane, but I'm in first class seats on a plane to Tokyo, and sitting next to me is the beautiful boy I met only today that I've had a crush on for four years. How did this happen? I'm so wrapped up in trying to process it all that I don't even notice the flight attendant when she begins going over the emergency procedures.

I do, however, notice when Ciel snaps, "How long are you going to ignore that?"

Blinking, I suddenly realize what he means. Startled by the noise, I rush to grab my phone out of my pocket before staring at it uncertainly. It's from Sandra. Of course it is. It's been at least an hour since I last saw her, at least an hour since I promised I'd find her at the street corner. She must be frantic with worry. When it stops ringing in my hand, I glance up at Ciel to meet his hard expression. Gulping, I ask, "Am I...allowed to answer it?"

"If you're that worried you'll slip up and spill something, give it here," he commands, holding out his hand. Still too awestruck to react, I hand it over. He calls her back and lifts the phone to his ear, his finger tapping against his armrest impatiently. Then it suddenly stills, and his face brightens into the same clumsy smile he showed us back when we met him on the set. "Hello, Sandra! This is Ciel! We met earlier this afternoon, if you'll remember." He waits for a minute, surely waiting for my best friend to calm down on the other end. "This might seem a little strange, but you see, I ran into Tyler as I was leaving and we got to talking. The thing is, my parents back home have been getting on my back for not having a girlfriend lately, and when Tyler heard this, she volunteered to stand in as a fake to appease them. It was kind of a last minute deal, but I arranged her a plane ticket and a fake passport and we're just about to take off." A fake passport? Isn't that illegal? "I know it'll be tough, but I leave negotiations to her parents in your hands. After all, that's what friends are for, right?" After a bit of silence, Ciel's face changes back to normal and he holds the phone out to me. His eyes clearly convey that I'm dead if I say one thing wrong. I don't even get what's going on! What exactly have I gotten myself mixed up in that has him so scarily serious?

Hand stiff with my efforts not to shake, I take back my phone and put it up to my ear. "...Sandra?"

"YOU'RE GOING TO ENGLAND WITH THE CIEL PHANTOMHIVE?"

I cringe away from the speaker. "Y...yes." Well, no. This plane's destination is actually Japan, not England. How exactly did Ciel manage to come up with all that bogus on the spot? And does he really expect it to work? Won't my parents accuse him (rightly) of kidnapping me, even with that story? They're going to be furious!

Sandra takes a deep breath in, then lowering her voice significantly, asks, "Did...did you really offer to act like his girlfriend? I know you like him and all, but honestly, that seems a little...brash for someone like you."

Of course, she's totally and utterly correct, but under Ciel's fierce gaze I suck it up and lie, "I did."

She goes quiet for a bit, and for a second, I begin to worry that she doesn't believe me. What happens if she finds out something is wrong? Clearly, whatever this is, it's dangerous. Will Ciel and Sebastian...do something to her?

Finally, she says, "So...Ciel thinks you're a girl, right?"

I open my mouth, then pause. Briefly, just for a second, I peek up and meet Ciel's eyes. Then I quickly avert my sight to the seat in front of me, my fingers toying with the ends of my brownish-gold hair as I force out a confirmation. "Y-yes? I think?"

"Then you've got a chance!"

"...What?"

"You've got a chance! If he thinks you're a girl, he might just fall for you! It's even more likely if you're already playing the role of his girlfriend! And once he falls for you, you can confess that you're actually a guy, and he'll just have to accept it because he loves you!"

"S-Sandra, I don't think that's how things work."

"Trust me on this," she insists, her voice giddy despite her attempt to sound serious. "You've gotta keep letting him think that you're a girl! Otherwise, he might totally ditch you!"

"Don't be ridiculous." Even as I argue, though, her points are beginning to sound reasonable. I mean, there's no chance of my love being reciprocated if he knows I'm a guy, but wait! I've always loved him from a distance! Who says I won't fall out of love now that I know him? And besides, I just saw him shoot a person! Can I really pursue him romantically after that? And not to mention hiding something as monumental as my gender! It's dishonest! But if there's a chance…

I grit my teeth as Sandra continues to urge me on from the other end of the line. As I'm still debating, Sebastian meets my eyes from over Ciel's head and informs me, "We're about to take off, so you'll have to finish soon." Ciel then promptly complains about his manager talking over his head.

Rushed and with the devil known as Sandra literally whispering in my ear, I huff, "Fine, fine! I understand! About my mom and dad…"

"Don't worry about it!" she waves off. "Focus on your honeymoon. I'll just tell them you went missing."

I ignore the honeymoon statement in favor of exclaiming, "Missing!? Are you kidding me? They'll flip out!"

"Chill! You can just show up home again when you get back and claim you don't remember anything that happened while you were gone."

"That's never going to work!"

"It will! It always does in the movies!"

"This isn't a freaking movie," I groan, head in my hand. That's when the plane begins to move, the runway lights outside my window beginning to roll by. "I've got to go. We're taking off."

"You'd better get me an autograph while you're wooing him."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll call you later."

"Bye! Have fun!"

I click off my phone and drop it into my lap, telling Ciel, "She wants your autograph. She'll probably demand it as payment for covering for me the next time she sees you."

"That isn't a problem. You having a phone, on the other hand, is." I stare at him, recalling just what kind of a situation I'm in. Begrudgingly, I once again hand over my phone to him, which he hands to Sebastian. Then, as if the thought just came to him, he wonders, "You don't happen to have any experience with speaking Japanese?"

This is just occurring to him now? "What would you do if I said no?"

"I would say you're out of luck."

Who would've thought it, but it seems like lady luck hasn't entirely forsaken me. "My next door neighbors are Japanese immigrants. I've learned a lot from them, since I watch their kids pretty often. I can't read it, though."

"Well," Sebastian smiles. I swear, he hasn't stopped smiling once this entire time, and he's begun to feel just as terrifying as Ciel. He might even be scarier. "That makes things easier, then."

"Why are we going to Japan, though?" I would assume it would be to model, except for the fact that this whole ordeal just doesn't strike me as something so innocent.

"If you want an explanation, wait until we arrive," Ciel orders.

Sebastian explains, "Too many people could overhear on this plane."

"Sebastian!" the boy next to me hisses. "Didn't I just say not to speak over my head?"

"My apologies, Young Master. I didn't mean to make you conscious of your height."

"Be quiet!"

"Um…" Ciel glares daggers at me for my interruption, causing me to shrink back. "Sorry, but would it be bad to ask why he always refers to you like that? As Young Master?"

Ciel sits back in his seat with a huff, but I have to question whether he does it out of exasperation or out of force since the plane has begun tilting. It's Sebastian who begins, "I refer to him as such because he is, simply, my master. I do work as his manager, but even before he began his work, I was a butler at the Phantomhive household. Although our lifestyles have changed since he began his career, I am still in his service."

"I...I see." What a dedicated servant. How old is he, anyway? He talks like he's been serving his young master for years, but isn't he, like, in his twenties? How old was he when he began working for him? I manage to bite my tongue on those questions, though. When it comes down to it, they're pretty irrelevant, and it may just be a gut feeling, but I'm getting the picture that me asking so many questions might just be a bad idea.

"Would you mind," Sebastian interrupts my thoughts, this time leaning forward to talk around his young master instead of over him, "if I also asked a few questions of you?"

Wringing my hands, I silently muse about his behavior. Isn't he the courteous kidnapper? "What do you want to know?"

"Your age, for one."

Something so normal? "I'm fifteen."

Sebastian nods, then extends something to me. When I take it, I discover it to be a passport. "I see. While we are on this trip, however, you will be eighteen for all extensive purposes. You'll also have to forgive me, but I used the first last name that came to my head since I neglected to ask yours before making it."

I examine the fake passport, somewhat anticipating a last name like Smith or something. By the picture of me, though, the one he took literally outside the airport with a colored cloth standing in for the background, the name reads Tyler Preston. Actually, that's not so bad. It's similar enough to my actual Tyler Stanton that I should be able to remember it easily enough, too. But where, and when, exactly, did Sebastian find time to make this?

When I wonder this aloud, he simply smiles and says, "A Phantomhive butler who can't do this much isn't worth his salt."

After that, all communications between us die off. When Ciel digs a sleeping mask out of his carry on, it finally sinks in how sudden all of this is. I mean, I knew it was sudden, but I don't even have so much as a change of clothes on me! I guess I'll have to buy clothes and toiletries when we get there, but I only have twenty dollars on me. If I really want to be comfortable, I'm going to have to rely on them.

I lean my head against my hand, staring blankly out the window at the darkening twilight. California to Japan...are we even stopping in Hawaii? You would think we would, but either way, this flight is going to be long. Even after we arrive, what then? Then I'm in Japan. Why are we even going to Japan? What's going to happen when we get there? How did it come to this when all I came for was a backstage tour, anyway?

The memory of the gun recoiling in Ciel's hands flashes through my mind and I cringe. Whatever is going on, it's dangerous, isn't it? Ciel is dangerous. Dangerous enough to kill a man without batting an eyelash. Then I grimace when a realization crosses my mind.

Ciel is that dangerous, and I just agreed to try to romance him...as a woman. I groan. Honestly, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

For those of you who might be confused, I combined the first two chapters into the first and made this third chapter the second instead. I also changed the name. The Whims of Lady Luck was a little too long, and I just didn't think it fit it well enough. I like this new title, though, quite a lot. I think it fits it a lot better. I was going to put this explanation at the top of the page, but if you read the afore note, you'll know there was something kinda pressing on my mind. So here it is at the bottom. I hope this clears things up for you guys, and I'll see you all next chapter!

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!