"So after dinner let's do that thing with the flimsy swords we did last time!"

"You mean fencing. Soma-"

"Yeah! Or let's go to- oh, what's that thing called that you British are so fond of, with the singing fat women?"

"The opera. Soma-"

"Yes, yes, that! Or maybe we could go visit your Chinese friend!"

"SOMA!"

"Huh?"

"I can't be entertaining you; I have a lot of work to do!"

"Oh. Well you could have said something before getting my hopes up like that."

Ciel growled putting his head in his hands. This had been going on since yesterday afternoon, when they had arrived and had not yet ceased, even tonight while they ate.

"Young Master, arms off the table."

Ciel let his arms drop heavily onto the table, purposely spilling tea to spite his butler for the unjustified scolding. Sebastian, ignoring his master's childishness, smiled and asked, "Has the Young Master made any progress in his paperwork?"

"Hardly." He then looked up noticing Bard walking out of the kitchen and expecting whatever he had in his hand to be burnt beyond recognition, he smirked. "And you?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting." said Bard placing the food on the table. To his surprise, he could see that what Bard had cooked was not only edible, but looked delicious. Then seeing Agni walk out of the kitchen, he glared at Sebastian.

The butler merely smiled. "Oh, I'd say things are coming along."

"Hey, Ciel," Soma began to say when Sebastian had walked a considerable distance away. "How long do you think you'll be busy for, a couple of hours?"

"Longer."

"A day?"

"Longer."

"Aw, that's no fun!"

"Have patience my prince." said Agni. "When Master Ciel is through with his work, he will have time for you."

"But what am I supposed to do then, and with whom? Little Ciel is busy and I have consented to you aiding that- the butler for the duration of our stay."

Agni smiled reassuringly. "You'll find something. You never know what each day will bring."

Soma continued to complain, "If only something interesting would happen, just for once! Something out of the ordinary, but exciting! Something-"

BCKCKCKCKCKCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH

"Wh-what was that?!"

You just had to say that!" Ciel turned to his butler. "Sebastian!" But he was already on his way outside to investigate the origins of the thunderous sound. Seeing this, the other servants, including Agni, followed suit.

"What the hell just happened?" Hikaru groaned lifting his head off the ground.

During the final minutes –and most turbulent part- of their little trip, they had all been thrown out of the time machine and into the middle of what was apparently a forest, but not before crashing into quite a few trees. All were lying on the ground, some just starting to regain consciousness, and the vehicle that had transported them there had tipped over and was seemingly broken.

Haruhi was the first to manage to stand up. "Where . . . Are we?"

Somewhat dazed, Kaoru looked around and said, "We actually traveled back in time."

He and Hikaru turned to Tamaki who was attempting to sit in an upright position. "Its your fault."

"Wha- Me?!"

"You're the one who knocked into Hunny-sempai."

"Yeah, but-"

"Knock it off. There's no use in arguing now, let's just hope nobody heard that terrible ruckus we made." said Kyouya. He looked over at the only member who was still lying on the forest floor. "Mori-sempai, are you alright?"

Mori answered by rolling over and grunting.

"Right now, we're in England." said the little one who had unintentionally set their course. "But I'm not exactly sure where it is in England we are."

"Hey over there! I see people!"

"Trespassers?"

"Uh-oh . . ." said Hunny.

Five people were running straight toward them. Three were fully grown men, and one was a female. It was rather hard to tell what the last was.

"Let's get out of here!" Tamaki said about to sprint.

"No." said Kyouya. "They've already spotted us and if we ran now, it would make us look more suspicious. Just stay put and let me-"

". . .Do the talking." Sebastian finished telling the others as they ran toward the strangers.

"Who do you think they are?" asked Maylene.

"I don't know, but from the looks of it, they're not from here." said Bard. "Hm, they hardly look like they're any older than you, Finnian."

"H-hey, you're right."

"Still, don't let your guard down." Agni advised.

They were now only a couple dozen yards away. Observing their behavior, Sebastian didn't seem to think they harbored any ill intentions. Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were also injured. How odd . . . Nevertheless, it is rather suspicious.

"Good evening." he greeted, now approaching them at a walk.

One of the taller boys with black hair and glasses responded. "Good evening."

"Pardon my meddling, but there was quite a racket being made out here. We were worried and came to investigate."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Would you happen to have seen what the cause might have been?"

"Can't say we have." It was technically true, none of them had been able to see anything upon their arrival.

"Really?" Sebastian asked, still trying to feel the situation out. "It had been rather loud and seemed to be coming from this area."

The young man just stared at him expressionless, so Sebastian continued, trying to make his prodding sound conversational. "Your clothing is not of contemporary English style. Are you foreigners?"

The boy glared at him with intense onyx colored eyes. "Not to be rude, but I'd rather not reveal any sort of personal information to a complete stranger."

Sebastian smiled, chuckling to himself. "Not at all, in fact, I should be apologizing for my rudeness." With his right hand over his chest, he dipped down on one knee. "I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler to the Earl of Phantomhive."

"Kyouya Ohtori." He introduced himself, then turning to his companions, "Now you're the ones being rude, go on, and introduce yourselves."

Taking his hint that revealing this much information was ok, they all took it in turn to say their names. After, Hikaru addressed the other servants with Sebastian, "And you are . . .?"

"Maylene the Phantomhive maid."

"Bard, the Earl's gourmet chef."

"Finnian, but you can call me Finny. Oh yeah! I'm the Phantomhive gardener, ha ha!"

"Ho ho ho."

"Hey, Mr. Tanaka! You decided to come, too?"

"Ho."

Hoping the other party's apparent ambassador was satisfied, Sebastian turned back to the task at hand. It was still necessary that he found their reason for being here. The Phantomhive mansion was in a rather secluded area, the nearest neighbors were miles away. If they had any business being here, it had to do with the Earl.

"So now that formal introductions are out of the way, you won't mind my asking why you're here. It is rather imperative that I inform my master of why such a large number of people are so close to his estate at this late hour."

Using their introductions to buy time, Kyouya was ready to improvise and responded. "Of course, you see-"

"We're from the future and three of these idiots sent us back in time in that machine."

Shocked, all seven of the host club members looked for the source of their exposure.

"Down here, morons."

"SHIRO?!"

"When did you get here?!" asked Haruhi.

"I've been following you guys all day. The stupid "King" forgot he was giving me piano lessons today."

Tamaki laughed in embarrassment.

"Whoa, you're from the future?!" asked Finny.

"You're a king?!" Maylene gasped.

The host club members didn't know what to say. Kyouya's alibi had just basically just been shot to hell. That aside, none of them could come up with a different story to contradict Shiro's blunt recount.

Bard scoffed. "I'm not buying any of this."

"Indeed. Who would believe such a foolish tale?" agreed Agni. "What should we do now, Sebastian?"

It really was a far-fetched story, but Sebastian had seen stranger things in his long life. Things that the humans accompanying him could hardly begin to perceive and he could see why the less naïve ones were doubtful. He, on the other hand, was more inclined to believe them. He couldn't imagine any possible reason for six young adults and two children to be out here unless they were with a hostile party. But why would anyone send so many that were so young, apparently unarmed, and to top it all off injured if that were the case? It didn't make sense. That aside, their clothing, footwear, hairstyles, and even their physical appearances were all blatantly foreign. One could argue that this could hardly be considered solid evidence, but the large and advanced looking contraption the small boy had brought to his attention was rather convincing.

"We shall escort them back to the mansion to further discuss the issue with the Young Master." He concluded.