Chapter One

A black carriage went through the bustling crowds of London, the capital of the Bristish Empire. Inside sat a twelve-year-old boy dressed in midnight blue and black. He held a letter in his hand that has been troubling him ever since he received it. It was a letter from the royal family, orders for the Queen's watchdog, Ciel Phantomhive.

Soon, the carriage pulled in the entrance of a townhouse. The driver, an elegant and very demonic butler, immediately helped his master down the carriage as his duty obliged.

"Ugh, there are too many people in London!" The young lord complained as his butler opened the front door for him.

"From the country manor to the London townhouse…" The butler began. "It's traditional for nobility to move en masse in London during the Season."

"The Season, huh?" The earl repeated. "Honestly, those cretins have too much time on their hands."

"But maybe being away from the countryside manor is also a good thing, for a change. Isn't it much more peaceful without those four by your side?" He asked, referring to their servants who remained behind to take care of said manor. They were quite the eccentric bunch and it was never calm when they were around.

Yet, though that was very true, it seemed that peace and quiet was not a priority for their sejour in London, as proven by the presence of some very familiar characters…

"For goodness' sake! Wherever do they keep the tea in here?" A red-haired woman dressed in red complained in the messy drawing room as she went through a bookshelf.

"I can't find it either…" replied a Chinese man dressed in greed, looking inside a pot of china with his eyes closed.

"Oh silly, of course it's not over there," the woman admonished him jokingly.

"Madam Red! Lau!" The earl exclaimed after snapping out of his trance. "What are you doing here?"

The three occupants of the room stood up and turned towards the boy.

"Oh my, you're early," Madam Red replied. "Since my cute little nephew is coming in London, how could I not visit him?"

"Hey earl." Lau saluted. "I've heard that many interesting things happen here."

"We had no idea guests were coming, I apologize for not accommodating you earlier," the butler said smiling, as though he didn't just wish that they disappeared or something. On the side, his master was not making such efforts to hide his displeasure. "I'll go prepare some tea."

"Hm. The aroma is nice. What an unique way of steeping." Madam Red complimented as she sipped her tea.

"Today's tea is a Jackson's "Earl Grey"." The butler said.

"It's the same kind of tea, but the way you make it makes such a difference." She sighed. "Grell, you should follow his example."

"Y.. Yes…" The Barnett butler replied sadly.

"Anyway, onto serious matters," Ciel Phantomhive declared as he put down his cup. "Another prostitute was murdered in Whitechapel yesterday. Theese aren't ordinary murders. The killer's ways are very special- No, I should say abnormal. That's why "she" is concerned about it."

"A special blade was used on the most recent victim, Mary Ann Nichols, and she was torn beyond all recognition." Sebastian explained as he stood behind his master.

"Here's what Scotland Yard and the press are calling the criminal," the earl ate a piece of pie. "Jack the Ripper"

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It's very dark and I cannot see a thing. My hands are tied tightly, making escape impossible even though my legs are free. I do believe that I'm wearing a different dress than the one I wore when I was last conscious. How long was I unconscious? I was captured last I remember, but why? And who was responsible? What matters though, is how I'm going to get out of here.

I could hear voices from in front of me. Does that mean that I'm a part of some exposition?

"Silence please, ladies and gentlemen! I will now present the two articles for which you have been waiting for impatiently!" said the voice of a young man. He was definitely a noble by the sound of it and so must be his audience. "You can use them as decorations, but also as toys or for a ceremony. You can also biuy them and resell them in pieces."

A small "what?" sounded from my right.

"You can hardly find products of this quality nowadays. This one comes from asia and her eyes are a sharp contrast between a misty grey storm and a clear blue sky. Please let me show you."

I felt the cloth on my eyes being taken off as the nobleman declared that the other girl (who, by the way, seemed more like a male) had beautiful eyes as well, I looked towards her. She was a young lady from a prominent family no doubt. Her composure remained as the bidders named their price. She was quite beautiful… and her pink dress was not helping her case.

We exchanged looks briefly after she recovered her sight. One of her eyes, I saw, was blue whereas the other one was dark violet with a lilac pentagram inside it. That mark held power… What was its significance?

She turned away from me and spoke coldly in the air, much like a mastermind. "Sebastian! I'm in here!"

The candles in the already dark room went off and the others began to panic. There were noises of fighting and struggle as well as cries of pain. Finally, not even a minute later, the candles were lit again, showing the man responsible for the room's previous state of chaos. A tall aristocratic man he was, dressed for the part too. Yet, he was very strong, very skilled… It was inhuman.

"Well, well…" He clapped his hands. "Really, is being kidnapped the only thing you're good at? Aren't you being too imprudent because you think that if you call me, I will come to your rescue?" His tone was reproachful.

The young lady, no, lord, remained undisturbed. "As long as I have the contract, you are supposed to follow me no matter where I go, correct?" His right eye seemed to glow as he spoke, as if to prove the connection between the contract and that pentagram.

"Well, of course…" The man known as "Sebastian" said. He bent the bars on his master's cage in order to set him free. "I will follow you wherever you go. Until the very end. Even if I were to be shattered in pieces, I would never leave your side. I would follow you to the depths of hell. I'm not lying! Not like those humans."

I frowned. So much for pretending to be human… Especially since he admitted not being one in front of a total stranger. But not lying doesn't mean being completely truthful either, though I do wonder he mentioned hell…

"That's good then." The pre-teen said. "Only you cannot lie to me. Never!"

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian put his right hand on his heart in submission and respect.

Finally, they remembered that I was here. "Sebastian, bring that girl with us." The young lord ordered.

"She knows too much already." Sebastian bowed before bending the bars of my cage. As soon as the deed was done, a blur of black and cream beige flew inside the cage and the rope around my arms and hands was severed. Sebastian, one of the lord's trusted advisors I assume, just took my hand to lift me out of the cage as though it was completely normal.

I bowed my head in thanks, but he didn't notice at all. Instead, he zeroed in on the previously mentioned blur which turned out to be a one-tailed nekomata. "Ah~ Your fur is so silky and soft… Your paws too… You are one of a kind!"

So there we have it, an advisor with a cat fetish. His lord, however, was not amused. Quite the contrary actually. "Sebastian! Stop wasting time!" He angrily said. "And you know that I'm allergic to cats!"

The nekomata, having realized that he was speaking about her, went over to the young lord's side and jumped on his shoulder. Funnily enough, the young lord did not sneeze. "No way. But how could…?"

"That, my lord, is a demon cat, or rather, a nekomata. They're native from Japan and being different from other cats, they do not affect you." Sebastian explained, having regained his composure. I nodded, knowing that it was true.

"In any case, let us leave." The boy declared. "I've already called the police, they should be getting here soon. If we stayed, those dogs at Scotland Yard would give us a hard time.."

Sebastian laughed a sinister laugh. "Your current state… you are even more like a… mm… my Lady."

"Anyhow," the lord declared, obviously embarrassed by that comment, "the incident of Jack the Ripper has been resovled."

Jack the Ripper? As in the serial killer that has been on the news for God knows how long? The one who killed off prostitues one by one? Why did it concern them? Could they be part of an organization working with the police? But he just said that Scotland Yard would hgive them a hard time….

"Looks like the police are here already," Sebastian said. He took his lord into his arms before motioning me to get on his back, which I did, the kitten on my shoulder. "Then, we shall leave!" We were soon out of the estate and traveling through the night, unnoticed by the others. Within minutes, we arrived in a small mansion or "townhouse" if you prefer. I was told to stay in the drawing room as Sebastian took his master to his bedroom. It was an eventful night after all, he must be tired.

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His master was soon bathed and tucked in his bed. Before he went to sleep though, he had some explicit orders for his demonic butler. "Sebastian, make that woman a bath and let her stay in one of the guest bedrooms. Treat her like any other guest. We'll be speaking to her tomorrow, but I want you to do some research on her first."

With that, he was dismissed. Truthfully, it was odd that the Earl of Phantomhive would let a woman like her stay, but amusing none the less. Also, her companion was one Sebastian hoped to keep nearby for a long time.

"Excuse me, Miss," the demon said as he returned to the drawing room. "I have a bath prepared for you."

Just like before, she spoke not, bowing instead to show her gratitude. The butler took this chance to truly look at her. The woman has yet to truly reach adulthood, he noticed, but looked beyond her age, giving the impression that she was fully mature. She wore a blue gown with several expensive pieces of jewelry and her black hair came down in lightly curled waves. She played the part of the perfect noblewoman well indeed.

"Pardon me, Miss, but what is your name and that of your cute companion?"

The young lady looked at the demon carefully, considering his question. After an internal debate, she took a piece of parchment nearby and a quill as well, writing her reply in ink. Her writing was stylish and quite readable though hard to copy, unlike certain people's handwriting…

My name is Luna Owen and the nekomata's name is Koruru. I apologize for not responding vocally, but

Luna's hand reached to her throat to indicate that she was mute. There wasn't any more conversation as Luna went to bathe and fell asleep in the bed, Koruru on her pillow. Sebastian had to admit, as he read through the girl's files, this was one most interesting change of events. Especially considering Jack the Ripper…