This chapter has also just been edited a bit.

I do not claim anything from Kuroshitsuji!

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Chapter 2

As they walked down the street, Dianne seemed completely taken aback by the dress of average townsfolk. Claude actually hadn't realized how differently she dressed before.

Dianne wore a spiked collar one would expect to see on a guard dog with a strange 'S' carved into the golden tag. Her torn black coat now unzipped revealed a shirt a few sizes too large with a mustache on it. She wore tan baggy pants, and knee-high laced black boots. What kind of place did this female previously live in that such strange clothing was worn?

What a strange child... They would have to go shopping for new clothes, seeing as the only clothes she had were the ones on her back. When he said this to her, Dianne was bursting at the seams with excitement. The style of these times were appealing to her, apparently.

When they entered a store, the lady that greeted them gave Dianne an odd look, but agreed to help nonetheless. Claude had learned never to put Dianne in a dress. Just... Never. They had bought a bit too many outfits at once for Claude's taste, but it at least had satisfied her.

They had explored around all day until finally returning home around 6 o'clock. If he were human Claude would have lost all circulation in his arms from carrying so many bags all day.

Claude looked at the clock on the wall. "I'd say it's time for a bath. Do you remember where the bathroom is?" Dianne nodded and quickly ran up the stairs. Claude soon followed. When he opened the bathroom door, Dianne was sitting on the floor while the bathwater ran. Her shoes and shorts had already been removed, and she was in the process of removing her undergarments.

Dianne looked up at the disturbance. "AHH. What are you doing?!" She yelled and grabbed a towel to hide her exposed skin.

"Giving you a bath, am I not? Did your parents not bathe you?" A confused Claude asked.

"Not at the age of 12! Is that what people do around here?" She said it as if 12 was a legendary age.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I do not have to bathe you."

"... Well if that's what people do around here, I may as well get used to it..."

"Very well." Claude stepped into the small room and closed the door behind him. He assisted in undressing her and lifted her into the bathtub. Dianne's pale face turned scarlet all the way up to her ears. Claude turned off the bathwater and proceeded to clean the demoness.

He couldn't help but for his eyes to stray a bit. Such an underdeveloped body... Claude allowed for Dianne to wash her own... 'off limits' areas.

When they were finished, Claude dried off the little demoness and carried her into what would be her room with her towel still wrapped around her small figure. After dressing her, he allowed her to stay up for a while and do as she pleased.

"But what do people do for fun around here?" Dianne asked the elder demon.

"Human children usually play with stuffed toys or things of that matter. Though, I don't have any toys..."

"Oh trust me, it's perfectly fine."

"Oh? And what are you used to doing in your spare time?"

"I dunno, watch tv, play video games. That kinda stuff. You got any of that here?"

"What are these 'tv' and 'video games'?"

"You don't know?!" Dianne paused for a second. "... What year is it?"

"1886." Claude asked with a puzzled face. Dianne's eyes widened. "What's the matter?"

"It's not where I'm from that makes me different. It's... When I'm from."

"What ever do you mean?"

"Something must have happened, and I got sent to this time. I might even be from a completely different dimension. Who knows?"

"Traveling to different worlds is not unheard of. It's very easy for a demon to become lost in the many worlds and times when traveling from Hell back to the surface."

"But... I can't remember where I'm from... We'd never find it. And even if we did, I still might not even remember it. There must be millions of worlds and dimensions and... Universes out there." Dianne plopped backwards onto the bed and sighed.

"I am terribly sorry, Dianne. I truly wish there was more I could do for you."

"No, you've done more than enough for me already. Really, I'm fine. I think I'd rather just go to bed now, though."

"Very well." Claude tucked the little demoness into bed. "If you need anything, my room is just to the left of yours." With that, he took the candle from the nightstand and left the room, closing the door behind him.