Farfetched Fights

HEY PEOPLE – thank you so much to those who reviewed, alerted and faved my story. I hope you will continue.

Sorry for being gone for so long. I've been working on some of my other stories.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! I wish I could own Sebastion and Schneizel, but I do not.

Notice: I have seen the Black butler series, so I know what day and age it's in. So if I get things wrong like cultural references or stuff like that, I apologize. Just go ahead and correct me. However, I'm not one for dresses back in that era. Oh and one quick question. In Paris, are the titles Count and Mayor the same thing? If they aren't, I'll correct myself next chapter. Until then I'm retitling Schneizel as Count. It sounds cooler.

Now on with the story

Five years later – Sebastion and the servants of Ciel went to live with Alliahnna in Paris. Schneizel welcomed them all with open arms into his mansion. Sebastian served Alliahnna diligently – Almost too diligently. Sometimes he would insist on dressing her, giving her baths – harassing her. Alliahnna would get pissed and chase him all over the mansion. But it would all eventually blow over. Alliahnna would get bored with chasing him.

Sebastion helped Alliahnna control her demon powers and help her hone her fighting skills. These attributes gave Schneizel the confidents to send her out on missions alone at times. Other times, he wouldn't unless she had some sort of back up. Sebastian wasn't enough. Alliahnna preferred it that way. Whenever she and Sebastion were alone, he would always start harassing her.

Unlike Ciel, Alliahnna didn't look at the world as a giant chess game. In fact she wasn't one for the game. The world was more like a book to her. At first glance the book is closed and uninteresting. But once you open it, a whole new experience explodes in front of your eyes. With every page, and every new character introduced, the book gets more interesting, leaving her begging for more and guessing what the outcome will be. The climax, the plot, all of it was such a rush. Let's see how the book of her life plays out until the ending scenes of her revenge.

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Warning: May repeat what I said in summary. OH WELL. :-)

Alliahnna was now 18 years old. She had long black hair and Phantomhive Blue eyes. She wore a loose turtle neck Halter top. On the chest was a large red tear drop. She had on a black skirt, and black boots. She wore a beaded black bracelet that Sebastion had gotten for her on her birthday.

For five years she's been living with Schneizel. She kept the fighting to a minimum as much as possible. Alliahnna was named Commanding Officer of Schneizel's guard. Main reason was so that Schneizel could keep Alliahnna close to him at all times. But there was also the fact that she was an exceptional fighter. Sebastion served as her lieutenant. Schneizel still saw Alliahnna as the young girl who came to him needing work. You might say he considered her like family. Which means he would do just about anything for her.

It was a bright Monday morning. The entire Mansion was filled with warm sun light. Bardroy was working on making breakfast, Finnian was doing some early work on the garden, and Mey-Rin decided to clean up around the place. Schneizel got her a new pair of glasses. They were red rimmed. She put her old ones in a special case. The case was labeled as Ciel's gift.

Alliahnna was in Schneizel's study, helping him organize his files. Thanks to him being mayor, Schneizel was always swamped with tedious reports, police files, and bi-laws that needed approval. Basically it was a typical morning. Alliahnna let out a huge sigh of boredom as she shut a filing cabinet drawer. Schneizel, sitting at his desk, smiled humorously. "A little bored, are you Ali?" The blond man chuckled charmingly.

"Try annoyed," she moaned, leaning against the cabinet, "I'm pretty sure I put these files away yesterday." She pushed off and slammed a hand on Schneizel's desk. She leaned into his face and scolded him, "So either you forgot that you took them out, or you just planned to do them and never actually got around to it?"

"You think the absolute worst of me Ali," He swooned, trying to sound hurt, "Maybe I was going to get to them, but I was pulled away on important business." He lied. He flinched when Alliahnna got uncomfortably close to his face. She had anime lightning over her head. "Or…maybe I was…visiting one of…my lady friends." He laughed nervously.

Alliahnna narrowed her eyes annoyingly, "You mean the many women you try to woo and win over with your not so charming demeanor?" She grabbed him by the collar, "The ones that I have to send home with flowers and expensive chocolates because you broke their hearts – AGAIN?" Schneizel smiled menacingly. Alliahnna knew she had him. "Maybe I should consider working for the Count Monty up the way."

Schneizel widened his purple eyes, quivered his lower lip and puppy dog pouted to the fuming Phantomhive girl. "Your words truly wound me, Alliahnna." He whimpered. He put his hands on hers, "Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you Schneizel," she exclaimed slyly, "And I would love you even more if you would do your damn work!" She pushed him into his chair. She folded her arms and pouted, "You know, instead of relying on me to settle matters for you."

"Well you are my assistant and captain of the guard," he replied with a dumb expression. He then grinned mischievously, "So technically it's your job to do my work for me."

Alliahnna lifted up his lamp. Schneizel pushed away from his desk and rolled into his book case. "Looks like we're getting a new Count of Paris!"

"Pardon the intrusion." The two looked to the door. Sebastion stood there with a tray of tea and stacks of paper underneath his arm. "Tea and paper, Lord Schneizel."

"Ah yes," he chuckled, rolling back to his desk, "Thank you Sir Michaelis." The two always stuck to formalities. They tried not to show it, but Alliahnna knew that the two held one another in high esteem. Calling each other by a title is just a way of trying to keep up a wall.

Sebastion set the paper and tea down and started to head for the door. "Hold it!" Alliahnna grabbed him by the arm. Sebastian looked back quizzically. "You and I are going to help Schneizel with these papers and respond back to the correspondents." She ordered.

"You don't need to do that." Schneizel assured her, "I'll do the work myself."

"No you won't." Schneizel drooped his eyes, feeling hurt by her lack of faith. "You'll drink your tea, stare out the window, and then fall asleep." She picked up a piece of paper and put it in his hand. "Start reviewing."

The three began to review the reports. Many were just complaints about the many immigrants that had arrived into Paris. The people wanted them removed. Those were the main ones that Schneizel tried to ignore. But he knew he would eventually have to respond. He contacted the news crew and told them to put an article in the paper saying, the new citizens of Paris are legal and welcome to live their lives as they see fit. They will not be exiled because of the negative feelings of others.That was sure to get negative and violent feedback. But if Schneizel were worried about pleasing the entire country, he never would have become Count. One, that Sebastian had, was a reoccurring request from an old man who ran a mill. His mill was always being raided during the day and at night. He was either requesting for the Counts military assistance, or for some part time workers. It was then that Alliahnna handed Sebastion a resume that a man and his family sent in. Need work. My daughters cook, my sons and I are heavy lifters, and we are all good with yard work. The Mill runner had lodgings and he also grew veggies as well. So Sebastian sent out a messenger to find the family. The next report caught Alliahnna's interest. "Hey, look at this one." She set it down on the desk.

"Underground Fights?" Schneizel questioned. "Yes…" he hummed, "There have been many reports about these lately. Some say they are real, others say it's a prank. The vast majority say it's a farfetched fairy tale."

"I've heard of this as well," Sebastian commented. He rummaged through the files and pulled out five other reports. "The baker on Ruumage Rd's assistant vanished one night. The next morning he appeared on his door step, dead. He was beaten severely. He had a broken jaw, multiple broken ribs, damaged organs, a cracked skull, and both legs were twisted all the way around." Alliahnna held herself, shivering from the brutality. "If you think that's brutal," he leaned in and flashed the photo in her face, "The next report is of the Butcher on Romero Drive. Vanished one night, chopped bits of him the next morning." He licked his lips. Alliahnna put a hand over her mouth and ran to a trash can. She began to throw up. "And the last report," he announced like he was at a race rally. Alliahnna shakily looked back, glaring at the butler. You're enjoying this aren't you, you bastard? "This is interesting," he said, sifting through the last three reports, "The last three who turned up were three boys, Ages 15, 26, and 35, were found beaten to death, but alive."

Alliahnna cocked an eye. Schneizel took the files and reviewed them. "I remember these boys. They were local thieves." Thieves…Alliahnna hummed in her mind. Then an idea occurred to her. She laid the files out, and analyzed them. The baker's assistant – good with his hands and muscular. The thieving boys – fast, arrogant, and damn near impossible to catch. The butcher – best with knives and slicing up meat, can throw knives, and hard toned skin. Alliahnna let out a 'huh' at the connections. "Notice something?" Schneizel asked.

"The two men are strong and good with weapons, be they their hands or knives. And the boys are fast and nimble. Not to mention they are said to have hands that move as blurs."

"Basic elements of a potential fighter." Schneizel deduced. "So maybe this Underground fighting thing isn't as farfetched as we had originally thought." He tapped his cheek. The fights only want men. So if he were to send Alliahnna to investigate, she should be safe. Unless of course someone made her angry, in which case she'll probably be picked up. Schneizel let out a sigh. "Alliahnna," He said abruptly. Alliahnna snapped to attention, "I want you to go and investigate. Visit the families and businesses these five were associated with and see what you can dig up. Maybe others have seen something as well."

"Understood. Let's go Sebastian." The two ran out the door, taking the files with them.

Schneizel rose from his chair. Folding his hands behind his back, he gazed out at his brightly lit estate. He saw his guards, and many of the other servants moving about the grounds. He's amazed at how much his home had lightened up. "Alliahnna…" he uttered, "may the sun shine continue to shine on you, even when the darkness is present."

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Alliahnna and Sebastian boarded a carriage. Alliahnna carried Schneizel's seal around her neck so that others will know who she is.

Their first stop was the baker. He explained that his assistant was working in the back, bringing in fresh water, when he received a letter. The letter told him to go to Notre Dame later that evening. When his assistant left, he returned that every same night, battered to death.

Next stop was the butcher. The dead butchers wife and children – son and daughter – ran the shop now. The story was pretty much the same. The butcher received a letter that told him to go to the Cathedral. He left that evening, and returned in pieces – literally. Aside from the strength and dexterity of the two men, the only connection was the Cathedral.

They had one final stop to make – the homes of the three boys. They were the most recent to return, and most importantly they were the only ones alive. "The three boy's names are Robin, John, and Mark Smith. All three are the sons of Madam Marla – the fortune teller. She has had multiple husbands. And with those husbands she had he three boys. She was going to have her fourth with the late Commander Rob Smith. During her seventh months of pregnancy, he was reported dead." Alliahnna read off the file.

"The sons of someone who is never home and of a woman who is discriminated against and accused of witch craft. Now she's about to have another child she'll barely be able care for." Sebastian commented dully. "I guess I see where these boys are coming from when they steal."

"And where would that be?" Alliahnna questioned.

"Fortune telling doesn't bring in much currency," he leaned in across the carriage, "The main source of money came from the father's military career. Now that he's gone…"

"The boys wanted to help," Alliahnna sighed dismally. She laid back against the seat. He blue eyes full of sorrow. "With a mom who's a fortune teller, she's constantly the victim of attacks and slander. That means that the boys are also victims." She narrowed her eyes. It was as if she was looking through the roof of the carriage. She thought about how she was stared at because she was a Phantomhive. Good or bad, people just seemed to stare. They always stared at her and Ciel. Fire starters – they called us. Blue eyed imps – our label. The Phantomhive Orphans…she closed her eyes, Orphan now. She could feel the tears tugging at her eyes. Ciel…

Alliahnna's thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian pulling on her wrist. He was analyzing the bracelet he had given her. He ran a gloved finger over it, and then trailed it down the palm of her hand. "The way that your skin tone coalesces with the bracelet," he kissed the bracelet. Alliahnna's face flushed, "It's absolutely intoxicating." Alliahnna snatched her hand back and glared at him through a blushing face. Sebastian chuckled at her nervous expression. Sebastian moved back and held a hand to his chin, a snaky smile on his face. "I say," he hummed, "You are rather adorable when you blush."

"SHUT UP! Eh?"

Sebastion shot a hand to her chin. He moved a finger along her jaw line. Alliahnna could only make squeaking sounds as her face became redder. "Please give me the same tongue lashing you gave to Schneizel," he begged with feigned desperation. He moved to her ear and whispered, "Just…one…"

As his breath tickled her ear, Alliahnna furrowed her brow and uppercut him in the cheek, knocking him back into his seat. It didn't faze him. Sebastian smiled at the fuming girl. Alliahnna crossed her legs, folded her and looked away from the butler. "Keep it up and I'll order you to go work at the dog kennel!" She warned.

"That's more like it." Alliahnna cocked an eye. "You're only at your best when you're focused and unwavering." He smiled wider, "I had to make sure you were both. If otherwise, you might not return to Schneizel so that you can scold him for not doing his duties." Alliahnna's eyes were wide. Sebastion always had a way of getting her back on track. He knew Alliahnna hated it when Sebastian got too close. But he only seemed to do it when she was getting distracted during a mission.

She smiled at the demon butler and giggled, "Good point. I can't rely on Mey-Rin to whip him into shape."

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They arrived to a small run down house. The part of town they were in was built with really old wood. The neighborhood was full of people who weren't from Paris. And the entire city of France never let them forget it. It was as if the city left this place unattended just for the foreigners. It may have been withered, but it was still comfortable to live in. There were charms hanging in the windows, a welcome mat, graffiti telling them all to leave, and a broken window. Knock-knock, she tapped on the door gently."Madam Marla?" Alliahnna called, "I'm here on orders from Count Schneizel el Britannia. Are you home?"

The door opened partially. A skinny boy with Blond hair and grey eyes opened the door. It was the youngest Robin. Alliahnna and Sebastion saw the multiple bruises on his arms and face. "What do you want?" He snarled.

"We would just like to speak with your mom," Alliahnna smiled warmly, "Is she home?"

"Even if she was, you couldn't see her!" Robin tried to slam the door on them, but a hand got in the way.

"ROBIN!" It was the oldest Mark. He had black hair and grey eyes. "That's no way to treat guests!" He scolded. Robin scoffed and ran back inside. Mark sighed, but then smiled, "Forgive him. He doesn't take kindly to others these days."

"Quite alright, Monsieur," Sebastian reassured him, "We apologize if we've caused you any trouble."

"Not at all. Please," he stepped to the side, "Do come in Monsieur and Mademoiselle Britannia."

"Thank you sir," Alliahnna and Sebastian bowed. The two walked in.

The house was a lot homier inside. It was actually well furnished. Robin hid behind Mark's place on the couch. Mark sighed at his brother's stupidity, and then offered Alliahnna and Sebastian seats in the living room. Out of respect, Alliahnna took the offer. Sebastion stood off in back of her. The next thing they knew, the middle son, John, came walking in with a tray of tea and cookies. He had brown hair and gray eyes. The grey eyes were the main trait in that family. It belonged to their mother. "Would you both like some?" John offered.

"Merci, but no," Alliahnna declined politely. "I'm afraid this isn't a social visit." John almost seemed upset. It must have been about the requests to evict them. This led Alliahnna to believe that they don't get many friendly visitors around. So Alliahnna decided to make the visit seem a little friendlier. She took a cup and a cookie. "Ça tatstes sage," she cheered, "Did you make this Monsieur John?" He nodded. "Se magnifique."

"I'm honored," Mark chuckled, sitting next to his brother. "If you don't mind my asking Lady Britannia, aren't you a little young to be coming into a dangerous part of Paris?"

"I don't mind at all. And please, call me Alliahnna." She insisted happily. "And don't worry. Sebastian and I can handle ourselves." The two brothers exchanged skeptical glances, and then shrugged. "Where's Madam Marla?"

"She passed away after giving birth to our younger sister." Mark informed them solemnly. "She had a degenerating illness. The doctors from our country told us she would die after Sasha was born anyway."

"Forgive me. We were not aware." Alliahnna commented.

"Think nothing of it." John assured her.

Robin appeared from behind the couch. He had his back turned to Alliahnna and the others. "Your condolences mean nothing to us!" he hissed. Sebastion furrowed his brow. Alliahnna remained impassive. "If you were truly sorry, you would have helped us when we asked! Maybe then our mother would still be alive. But no," he snapped his head around, "You pathetic dogs of the Count don't give a rats ass about us Gypsy children!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH ROBIN!" Mark roared, "Show some respect."

"It's quite alright," Sebastion assured them. He may have held a smile, but his red eyes were beaming with fury. Alliahnna gazed at him worriedly. Keep your temper Sebastion. "It must be hard young Robin, living with the guilt of not being able to help your ailing mother." Robin gritted his teeth. "So instead of blaming yourself, you blame others. Your mother died because of an incurable illness. Even if we were to respond, there would have been nothing we could have done. We are emissaries of the country, not god." He narrowed his eyes, smiling devilishly. "Then again I wouldn't expect an ignorant child, who's only instinct is to fight, to understand this." Robin turned completely around, facing Sebastion. His fists were clenched tightly. He was ready to spring. Robin…Alliahnna snarled mentally, Think about what you're doing. You too Sebastian. "Ooh, the little lamb wishes to jump. Then I hope you're ready for the slaughter."

"That's enough Sebastian!" Alliahnna snapped. Sebastian backed off. Robin bit his lip angrily. Luckily the baby began to cry. Robin used that as an excuse to leave. He ran up the stairs and slammed the door. Alliahnna bowed her head, "I do apologize for Sebastian. He was merely advising Robin to pick his battles wisely." The two brothers shook their heads, telling her that no offense was taken. But Alliahnna still felt enraged. Sebastion…

The group, so to reduce the tension, moved onto business. Mark worked at a local tavern as a waiter. He makes pretty good tips. And those tips are what's keeping them from living out on the streets. John helped the local florist. It turned out that it was Robin who was the thief. Unable to get a job, Robin took a fancy to stealing. There were times where Robin would steal from the wrong people, and John and Mark have to come bail him out. That's how the photos of them being beaten reached Schneizel. They were assumed to have been part of the secret fights. But the beatings on Robin were a different matter. They couldn't say how or why, but Robin was seen at the old Notre Dame cathedral with three men. Two were men dressed in black – Black bowler hats, black glasses, total men in black. The third was a man in a brown suit. He stood by and let Robin get beat up. Mark and John stepped in and were ambushed by two other men. "Since that day, we've all been hiding out here in our house."

"How long ago was this?" Sebastion asked.

"Let's see…" Mark hummed, "Sasha's about two weeks old now. So it was a month ago. Two weeks before our mother died."

"Has Robin said where he was that night?"

"Not a word." John replied, "But it's only because that man made him keep quiet. He said if Robin spoke a word, our little sister would join our mother."

"I see…" Alliahnna trailed off. She glanced back to Sebastion. He nodded to her, and she nodded back. Rising from her seat, Alliahnna said with a bow, "Thank you for your hospitality Monsieur's."

The two men rose, "Thank you for coming your grace – I mean Alliahnna." Mark said as he and John bowed.

Alliahnna and Sebastian bowed back, "Thank you for having us. And thanks for the tea and cakes." She and Sebastian headed for the door. Alliahnna stopped. "I promise," She declared, "I promise we'll find the man responsible for your brother's pain. You have my word." She and Sebastian exited the house, leaving the two men with quizzical gazes. They both wondered how a young girl and her butler were going to solve this problem.

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The carriage moved along the road. Alliahnna and Sebastion sat quietly. Alliahnna tried not to show it, but she was highly pissed off. "Shall we sit here in silence or are you going to continue glaring?"

"Fine!" she moved her blue eyes to her butler. They may have been blue, but Sebastian could see the fire burning in them, "If you ever say something so horrendous, especially after someone was just beaten and lost someone," Her eyes flickered between red and blue, "I'll kill you with my own hands!"

Sebastion remained expressionless. "Forgive me my lady. I meant no disrespect. But like you said, the boy should pick his battles more wisely."

"And I'm sure you would have killed him." she snarled.

"Have you learned nothing these past five years?" he remarked, putting a hand to his forehead. He held up a finger, "I only do as I am ordered." He pointed the finger to her, "If you order me to, I will dance to the tunes of children's music or I could kill every last person in Paris." He put the finger under her chin and moved it in and out, "Only if you so order me, my mistress."

"In that case," She grabbed his hand and moved it away, "I order you to stand by me as we make another stop."

"To Notre Dame my young mistress?"

"Precisely," she purred. Alliahnna licked her lips hungrily. "We're going to the Cathedral, and we are going to put an end to this ambushing fight club. And these lowly bastard will soon learn," Her eyes changed red and her fangs protruded from her smile, "Not even the power of god will be able to protect them from my hellish gaze."

CLIFFY.

So what'd you guys think? The next chapter will come real soon. Oh and BTW, I don't care if the titles are the same; I'm still calling Schneizel Count. It's cooler and more formal. Last chapter was a test anyway. I'll fix it.