Crossover Fanfic: Kuroshitsuji xXx Pandora Hearts

Title: Madness

Ciel Phnatomhive xXx Oz Bezarius

Genre: Undecided

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own neither Ciel Phantomhive nor Oz Bezarius even how much I want to [tough luck:]

Rant: What's up with the second season of Kuroshitsuji!? Alois Trancy—not happening! I was expecting to see the Carnival Arc with Dagger and Doll, argh (it's my favorite so far)…frustrations…

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Chapter 2: Ample Armoire

"Uhm, so can you tell me your name, My lady?" The blonde boy asked.

All of the guests are now comfortably seated at the parlour. Alice is still eating, with Bard who is clearly singing praises of joy for having someone finally realizing his raw talents as a cook; Gilbert is right beside her, acting nervous and glancing at every minute things that move; and Oz nonchalantly and boldly drooling at Ciel's presence.

Ciel has no idea how to react. She has no idea whether to be disturbed by this guy's absurd proposal, get angry for not knowing her name after what he did, or be annoyed for that annoying way he lingers his words on the word 'My' as if to imply something she doesn't want to contemplate right now. This only added to the headache she is already suffering with.

She made a mental note to her servants. All of them, after apologizing to the guests, were standing at the right side of Ciel's seat. Finnian is grinning as usual, but Meirin has been quiet. The servant is only staring straight ahead, exactly in line to Gilbert's seat.

Gil can't tell whether the housekeeper is looking at him because of the thick glasses she's wearing but someone is clearly stalking him. He just can't shake off the feeling of being targeted by unknown entities.

"My, and to think I thought I'm the only man who can make you flustered, My Lady." Her butler interceded as he goes along serving tea to their guests. Not to mention her insufferable butler who is clearly having a ball at her expense!

Flu-flustered?! It was Oz who was more shocked at this bit of intimate information. He glared at the servant whom he first believed to be a noble. With the guy's handsome gait and intimidating atmosphere, no one would have guessed that this person is a mere butler and the young lady's home tutor. He continue to glare daggers at the servant, while Sebastian—amused—went to his lady's side, pour tea and let his fingers linger seductively to Ciel's arms.

Oz was turning red with infuriation. A clear don't-touch-her aura was being emitted towards the butler. Not yet satisfied, Sebastian ventured on, "My lady," he cupped Ciel's chin, lift it up and closed the distance between them.

Oz and Gilbert gaped at the scene; both scandalized, only Oz is feeling murderous. "A stray eyelashes" Sebastian explained showing the eyelashes between his fingers, "it might turned out to be troublesome for you, Mistress."

Ciel only brush his hand away, not feeling awkward at all (really, there have been worst instances), "Next time, just point it out Sebastian."

"Yes, my lady." He went to Oz next, "Tea, Your Excellency?"

"Yes, please." As the butler pours, Oz suddenly dropped the cup. It was falling when Sebastian gracefully caught the cup without spilling a drop of it's contents. The servants, awed, clapped their hands. Even Gil and Alice was amazed.

Oz can even see Alice chastising him with a you-useless-servant!-why-can't-you-be-more-like-him look. This is frustrating!

"Oh sorry," He said instead, trying hard to make it sound bored, as if the spectacle is nothing. "Here, let me help you."

"No need, Lord Oz. It's only-" then, the whole tray fell when Oz accidentally (?) elbowed the trolley. The sound of porcelain crushed the tensed silence.

"Clumsy me. I've broken them. Don't worry I'm going to replace the whole set. How much was their worth? Is your lifetime wage enough to cover it up?" Oz said, a nerve jutting out in irritation, arrogantly implying the gap between their status.

"Lord, I assure you, I am being paid handsomely," you can easily assume it to be priceless. Sebastian took a quick glance towards his young master. "You might not afford such bargain." Sebastian replied, hiding a knowing smile while enjoying the cluelessness of the brat. "Just my mistress' well-being is enough payment for my humble services," he added smoothly.

Oz continued glaring while Sebastian smiled plainly out of decorum. Ciel, who is the root of it all and utterly naive of the insinuating discourse, almost yawned in total boredom. She still has work to do. Juggling her life as Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of Phantomhive Estate and owner of Funtom Company; and performing her duties as the Queen's Watchdog, is not that easy. She can't afford another distraction.

And now this! This—this thing had to happen! Why?!

"Lord Bezarius—" Ciel started but was quickly interrupted by Oz saying she should call him by his first name since they are going to get married anyway. The nerve! "O-Oz-sama?" she tried again, using her timid sugary voice. Something engraved from her lectures.

"Yes?" he said obviously reveling at the sound of his name on her voice. Almost makes her feel sick. Gargh!

"I haven't had the pleasure of a formal introduction. I don't want to sound rude, but may I ask, how—I meant. For a future Duke to have such interest on a—"

"Oh don't be," Oz hastily amended (they always fall for this kind of manner, Ciel reflected having a slowly disintegrating opinion to men in general), "You might not remember me, but I was one of the guests at the Viscount Druitt's party. I met your aunt, Lady Angelina Durless*, I'm sorry of your terrible loss."

"It can't be helped, Your Excellency. Your condolences were greatly appreciated," she said meekly. Come on, just answer the darn question. Just be done with it. She doesn't want to extend her acting like a demure innocent little girl in front of anyone!

Oz went closer to Ciel and then relate to her why he went to seek her out. You could see her face paling at each second. And when it's over, she stood up, went to get her umbrella (she's still having problems not having her cane in hand) and left the room. "Please forgive me, I had a terrible headache…will you please stay for the night? Oh that would be lovely" she said and gave them a weak smile before going out.

Silence…

Then the butler issued a litany of orders for the household. The servants scurried away as if in panic and the visitors were left in the parlour alone with the butler. "Hey Oz, what did you say to that girl? She looked like she swallowed a ball of pins!" Sebastian heard Gilbert, whispering to Oz who seems dazed at the girl's reaction.

How amazingly useless. As if he won't be able to hear them. He can hear them breathe so nothing was left out from the butler's ears.

Thinking over the small conversation between his master and her suitor, he can't help but smile. What an interesting turn of events. Try to think of it, he only went to churches for funerals (or to raid them for a number of reasons). He stifled his chuckle. It's been a long time since he went to a wedding.

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*Lady Angelina Durless is the real name of Madam Red, her title should have been Baroness Barnett but since her husband died and without an heir, the title was passed down to the closest kin on the Barnett side of the family. She's the sister of Ciel's mother so she doesn't bear the Phantomhive name.