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By the (blah) means it is the character adding in thoughts or just me adding in details.

P.S.- SilverWing I thought about your ideas it might come in next chapter~

Chapter III- His Butler Sick

It was only a few days later, and the sun was just rising over London as the Lord of the Phantomhive family rose from large his bed only to feel his throat burn, and his nose had begun to run.

Sniffling slightly he scowled, "Drat, I better fix this before Sebastian finds out and makes me stay in bed today" He thought only to feel himself relaxing back into the pillows.

Then a moment later a cool hand was on his forehead. "What?" he thought too tired to think properly.

"My lord you are running a fever" Came the calm voice of the very butler he had been trying to avoid, his demonic red eyes scanning over his lord's now scrunched face.

"No. I have work to do" Ciel gritted gaining his senses, he started sitting up, and Sebastian was about to push him down. A long hard cough to rattle out of Ciel's throat.

Sebastian then instead chose to gently say to his Lord's surprise, "Breakfast will be a bit late this morning my Lord, as I have a feeling my soup will be needed"

With that he left Ciel Phantomhive for once speechless in his bed, locking the door behind him so his Lord wouldn't decide to do anything hasty. Then he retreated to the kitchen, swiftly escorting Bardroy out before he set to work. He already planned to reschedule all of his young master's appointments, then prepare a nice soup for his lord.

It was not common for his young master to fall ill, not that it worried him. Ciel Phantomhive was just as strong as his tempting soul, and he would recover in time. The only thing left to do an hour later was bring breakfast up to his young master.

"Good gott not this again" Annabelle thought through a sniffle as she walked down her street. It had been three days since the ball, and two days in total since she caught a cold. That, and an hour since Nicolas had found out about her having the cold that had developed into a fever. Not that she minded she had dealt with illness for longer periods of time without having to worry she had a good immune system. The two things she disliked about being sick is when people found out and fussed over her. Then secondly when what ever sickness she had obtained slowed her down or kept her from doing her work. It was also troublesome (as one of her more distantly located allies would say) to say the least, but it could be easily dealt with as stated previously. So as Annabelle wove her way between the crowds of people she could indeed say her current illness was troublesome. Ducking underneath someone's arm Annabelle sent a glance behind her to see if Nicholas was pursuing her any longer. Thankfully he was not, so she slumped against the side of a bakery shop. Trying to ignore the once appetizing smell that was now making her nauseous, Annabelle shut her eyes.

"What was I aiming to do today again?" she thought to herself ash she raised her callused finger pads to her temples, a slow pounding growing inside her head. The thought flutter through her consciousness just long enough for her to catch it.

"That's right, I was going to head to the undertaker" she mumbled, causing a passing by noble to send her a pitying look. Chuckling under her breath she watched the noble walk away in all her glory. The noble was wearing a beautiful orange dress that stuck out in the crowd of black, brown ,and grey.

"Pity is only used by those who have the time to suspend it and those who have not gone through the experience the one their pitying is going through." Annabelle pondered as her worn dress shoes clicked against the cobblestone sidewalk. The undertaker's shop that she went to was not too far away from where she was so she decided to walk.

Annabelle Twiler pov. (pronounced Anna-belle, like southern belle…)

It was a bit chilly as I made my way to Blacksteine Parlor where my good 'ally' who was an undertaker worked. It was so short way there so I had decided to walk, my trench coat pulled around my frame. That day I was wearing my usual brown pants, burgundy button up shirt, regular black shoes, with my hair pulled back into my casual street hat. I was almost to the Blacksteine Parlor when a carriage rode up behind me, somehow being able to navigate the heavily populated streets. Then it hit me, there were only two general groups I know that can clear a street like that. One the Russian mafia or the mafia in general, and the few people I admit to disliking Marcus. Demonio. Puro. By the time this thought was over the carriage was a little over five feet behind me. I sent a look over my shoulder, scanning the carriage's design as I did so. The carriage was a shade of warm brown, accented with flashes of gold, red, and the occasional yellow. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle at the sight of the Spanish breed of horses that were pulling the mode of transportation.

"Just my luck" I thought as I allowed my pace to slowly accelerate as to not cause suspicion from the driver. The driver looked Spanish as well which only fueled the fire as I continued on. Turning sharply around the corner of another street, I almost thought I had lost them when the carriage sharply turned.

"Oh my gott" I thought not even caring now I started to run.

It was a good thing I did, because I managed to out maneuver the carriage after a minute or so by ducking into the Blacksteine Parlor. Letting out a long breath of relief, my head pounding almost as bad as my heart. Last time a chase like that had happened I was nearly pulled into another capture situation. Now that I think about it a lot of people seem to want to use me as a bargaining chip. Maybe it is because of all my connections? "My thoughts are so jumbled today, maybe I should go to the apothecary for some medical supplies" I thought as I rang the little silver bell that hung on the door. The Blacksteine Parlor was rather neat…for the parlor that is. Random satin pieces were strewn everywhere (everything from dark blue to pink), along with random coffins lying about. Unlike the more 'popular' undertaker in London (The Undertaker I believe he is called) the Blacksteine Parlor was run by two undertakers. One by the name of Kale who was indeed a boy (though he has longish black hair that hangs slightly over his eyes…) with green eyes, he often wears long black or grey robes if I recall correctly. Then there was Veronica who also has black hair, though she has almost tawny-honey brown eyes instead. As I walked over to the counter in the back of the dimly lit maroon room, Veronica appeared her eyes sparkling.

"Miss Twiler~ How excellent it is to see you~" she trilled as she spun out from behind the wooden counter her black tunic…er robes swirling around her. I allowed my lips to tweak just a bit.

"It is a pleasure to see you abain" I stopped mid sentence when I realized my stuffed nose had just started to leak into my voice, so I cleared my throat before I continued.

"Again excuse me, but do you happen to have what I asked for?" I almost sighed in relief (keyword almost) when Veronica nodded eagerly.

"Yes ma'am, but you have to pay the-" I cut her off in no mood for games at the time, my head ache growing at a steady pace.

"Yes, I know…let me think please" I murmured as I leaned against a nice black coffin with silver accents. "Why does every undertaker I know have a price for simple information, I mean for Kale it's other info, Veronica riddles, and with that other one jokes by gott why do they have to make things so difficult…" My thoughts wondered back to a good riddle for Veronica. Who was at the time polishing a crystal skull of sorts with an odd interest.

I came up with a good one after a few long minutes "What falls from something that is not alive, yet are still considered tears?" I asked carefully. I had forgotten if I had already told her that one. Luckily I had not so Veronica let herself ponder the riddle a minute, before she started giggling.

"Nope nothing, what's the answer?" she asked curiously as she climbed on top of the counter and laid down the skull on her stomach.

I smirked mentally, only a person with a slight poetic or literature background would know what the line meant unless they were lucky. "Rain" I replied simply awaiting her reaction, which I received.

Veronica let out an unhinged giggle which made me wince slightly as she handed me a role of parchment only for the bell to ring. This caused both of us to freeze, I dove into the nearest coffin. While Veronica struggled to stop her giggling as the tap of a cane filled my ears. Inside the coffin it was cushioned with pure white material, the wood painted a pure black in contrast. Do not ask why I was not feeling Closter-phobia at that moment. A voice soon came muffled through the wood of the coffin's lid. I felt my skin crawl once more as the voice became more pronounced.

"Why hello Miss Veronica, don't you look fine this evening~" came the strangely smooth voice, I snorted mentally (I must have been sick and in a bad mood, I was so rude that day)

"It is morning sumushscal" I inwardly insulted him for the poor pick-up line. Veronica either didn't care, or was trying to be polite so she simply replied.

"Why thank you Mister McLander" she said his last name louder then the rest of the sentence.

"Veronica did I ever say to you are amazing?" I thought (Yes deffinetly sick…maybe in the head).

I swore I heard her giggle again as the bell tolled once again signaling this Mister McLander's leave. I peaked out of the coffin just a bit to make sure he was gone, he was so I stepped out a cough making it's way up my throat. Veronica was swinging her arms as I did so, her eyes gleaming in the little light.

"Mister McLander is one of my most common customers, says he works for a morgue he says" I blinked at the sung sentence.

"Veronica" I tried she only giggled yet again, and started shooing me towards the door. Then it clicked as I coughed into my elbow.

"Is Aaron coming soon?" I questioned I got the reaction I wanted, a light pink blush ghosting across Veronica's cheeks. "Bingo" I thought triumphantly.

Aaron was Veronica's sweet heart, they were clearly in love it was adorable (much as I hate to admit that fact…dang Nicholas for always trying to set me up). It was down right sweet in all honesty how they acted around each other. Aaron was a young man that was studying in the same morgue this Mr. Mclander was. They had met one day when Aaron had come to visit the Parlor to take back a very special 'guest'. Veronica was upset because she had put her best work through. So Aaron had decided to treat her to lunch to make it up to her, several weeks later they decided that they liked each other. They have been dating ever since, and both people would go gaga simply hearing the other's name.

"Um, no, I mean yes. Oh Miss Twiler!" she complained, she knew I enjoyed how flustered she got when Aaron was mentioned.

"It's alright Veronica, thank you for the files, enjoy your morning" I replied as I waved loftily behind me.

Veronica let out a chilling laugh which caused me to freeze, "Yes, and your sick day Miss Twiler" she teased holding up a telephone. I just stared blankly at her for a moment before I dashed out the door just as a automobile pulled up, not a carriage an automobile.

"Hello-" before the Russian accent could finish I was dashing to the nearest carriage stop my lungs aching as the clouds had covered the little bit of sunlight, and a chilly wind had set in. As my feet hit the side-walk hard one after another I mentally cursed Veronica as she was probably in her shop giggling her head off while I ran from who ever she had chosen to call. The fact that she had the phone number of the mafia just scared me, well not really, but still who calls their friends mafia connections to come get them when their ill!

"Okay your over emotional, stop breath." I commanded myself mentally as I ducked around a corner and leaned against yet another brick wall. Only for the Phantomhive butler from before to run into me.

I stiffened as we both collided, the butler (if I remember correctly) Sebastian did not even trip, but his eyes flashed…pink. I stifled both a gasp and a giggle at that. (Yeah that day I was sick so I tended to over react a bit…just read.) I mean I knew he was a demon, but you have to admit a calm, cold looking butler with black eyes that flashed pink eyes was just ironic. Sebastian looked down at me his eyes now a deep shade of black once more, his mouth pulled in a coy smirk.

"Ug, this is just not my day" I thought as I cleaned my coat slightly and resisted sniffling.

"Hello, mister" he left me to fill in the blank. I sighed this happened a lot when I had my hat on, so I just went with the flow figuring he knew anyways.

"I apologize, my name is Twiler" I said quietly my voice cracking just a bit. Mr. Sebastian's eyes flickered with an emotion I could not define for a few seconds before it faded.

"I apologize Mr. Twiler, my younger master is ill with a fever so I was in quite the rush to head to the apothecary" he half apologized, I took it as half because his eyes gleamed in a way that even when I was ill I could recognize as amusement and mysteriousness which was never good with a demon. By that time it was nearly 9'oclock, it was thickly overcast with a bitter wind still.

I let a false smile slip onto my slips, "How ironic Mr.-" I dropped off, no way in hell was I letting him know voluntarily that we had met before. The demon caught on quickly to my relief as the pounding in my head was starting to grow irritating with the crowds around us. (This was also to my advantage it meant if he did anything hasty for one he would be seen, and two I could simply blend into them handy indeed).

"Aw it seems I am also forgetful this morning" he said smoothly, "He was testing the water" I thought as he placed one gloved hand over where his heart was 'suppose' to be.

"Sebastian Michaels butler of the Phantomhive estate. A pleasure young sir" he finished his eyes still locked on my blank face. Inside I bristled, something was definitely abnormal with this demon butler.

"The pleasure is mine Mr. Michaels, it just so happens I am heading to the apothecary as well" I ventured my tone polite and lower in actual tone then my normal more feminine one was. Mr. Michaels smiled in that almost smirk way he does that makes the milk inside my head curdle (yes it is a saying yeesh).

"Well, isn't that a coincidence. May I accompany you then Mr. Twiler?" he asked his eyes darkening slightly to a shade of what seemed like red in the little light. I simply widened my 'smile', and nodded my head careful not to nock my hat off.

"I don't see why not" It can sometimes be difficult to talk like the opposite gender when your most common responses are from your current gender. For example I know Nicholas would probably be very frustrated if I told him he had to cross-dress as a girl. (From personal experience it is easier for a female to cross-dress as the opposite gender, then it is for a male. I mean imagine having to walk into your local market as a male and ask for…oh for a dress or something when a female can just ask for trousers or a button-up any time they want…I'm getting off topic again.) Continuing on Mr. Michaels began to walk with his wide strides down the road leading to the apothecary, I had to rush to keep up at all. I swear as he met in stride that he has smirking down at me, definitely not a good feeling at all.

As we walked (rather speed-walked) side by side I felt my chest tightening and a cough coming on. Mr. Michaels then broke the silent tension with a simple question, "What do you happen to need from our destination Mr. Twiler"

I was about to answer when a cough rattled it's way out of my throat, a deep one too. Mr. Michaels kept walking, but still slowed down his pace just a tad (at least he has some tact).

"Probably some general medical supplies, then perhaps a nice soothing herb for tea later on" I complied my voice cracking once again. I titled up my head just as Mr. Michaels nodded, his strange eyes locked in front of him. We had been walking through the crowed street that was slowly thinning out for around eight minutes (and maybe 35 seconds). No one had interrupted us yet, and frankly I was starting to get nervous (It usually took a few people interrupting my errands for my day to be normal). As we approached the apothecary, I noticed something rather odd. Three identical men standing in different spots in the crowd their eyes glancing towards Mr. Michaels ever so often. I felt the same shiver occur again as I saw one of their pairs of eyes flash pink.

"Aw, this really isn't my day" I repeated mentally to myself as both Mr. Michaels and I entered the apothecary called (The Apothecary) really dull names they have around here.

"Mr. Michaels?" I asked as the three faded into the crowd once more. The butler shifted his gaze from a jar of ginger so it fell on me, "Excuse my asking, but do you know a set of three men with near violet hair?" I inquired just as one of them passed by the window. Mr. Michaels simply smirked once more as he fingered a piece of blue bell blossom that somehow he had gotten out of no where.

N "Those three are servants of my lord's rival." He stated as he shifted the blue-bell in his gloved hands.

"Oh?" I voiced as I went over to retrieve some willow wood chews from another jar. The Apothecary was a rather large apothecary that was simple yet still well taken care of. Most of the walls of the apothecary were taken by long shelves filled with jars or bowls of all sorts of herbs and plants. Everything from blossoms and stems to inner bark gum and syrups. You could probably find any sorts of flora related things in The Apothecary. As I walked over to the counter where the shop's long time owners Mr. and Mrs. Trodderwood stood both their crinkling faces lit up.

"Why Mister Twiler here again, it's barely been over three days" said Mr. Trodderwood with a twinkle in his amazingly still bright green eyes. I simply let my true smile show just a tad.

"Nicholas got into my tea bags again" This reply caused Mr. Trodderwood to chuckle as he weighed the amount of each thing I wanted with a scale on the half-circle counter.

The Trodderwood's were some of the few people I trusted with almost all my identities (Penelope Clearwater, and my male self being only two of them). Mr. Trodderwood was an older middle-aged man with peppered bark brown hair, those bright green eyes, and he often wore the same outfit (which I suspect he has many versions of): the same brown pants with green top and grey vest. Mrs. Trodderwood was a sweet women with auburn-blonde hair that was also graying, she had soft periwinkle eyes, and often is found wearing a light green dress that was short sleeved with a white shirt underneath with a print apron. So far they had no apprentice, but I had heard that Aaron might try (but I doubted it highly he was already paying off his apprentice fee it was supposedly huge!).

As I gathered my items as I paid Mr. Trodderwood the required 12 pounds and smiled just at the right time (I think) as Mrs. Trodderwood passed me a honey stick the ones she knew I loved.

"Keep it dear" she whispered just as Mr. Michaels left. I nodded the smile still on my lips as I left the shop only to come face to face with the one and only Adrek.

"Privyet again Малютка" he greeted. I waved once my knees shaking before I dashed around him, swerving to avoid another one of his men (Russian Mafia cool right?...please say you said not). My shoes catching the cobblestone luckily as I did so my heart pounding.

"After her, Nicholye told us to take her directly to base da?" I heard Adrek's voice order as I swung my arms to gain momentum. "For at least the third time, this is not my day" I thought as I raced down the street.

That day ended with me locking myself in the attic of my the M. and T. building so I could get work done with out having cabbage should being shoved down my throat.

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Maybe more details later…

Ceil Phantomhive groaned as his stomach ached something rather awful. Sebastian tutted as he placed a cool cloth on his young lord's forehead which was hot to even the demon's touch.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed my lord" Sebastian chided as he tucked my young master up to his chin. The only response he received was a pained groan.

Sebastian sighed, "This will pass by two days my lord, just remember get plenty of rest. As well as that you are to visit the M. 'n T. incorporation head quarters in four days" he partially lectured as Ceil turned his head into the pillow causing him to stop talking and sigh once more.

"What am I going to do with you my lord" he murmured as he shut the thick curtains again and left Ceil to get some much needed rest.

~Next Time In this fanfic!~ (Probably)

"What in you right mind do you mean, that Ceil Phantomhive is coming to visit!"