I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is the sequel to The Bishop on the Playing Board. This will go by Kuroshitsuji II series.

WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations

PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian

MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel, Claude/Allen, Brotherly?Alois/Allen

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

Chapter 3: Butler's Wench Exorcist

It was a warm summer night in London; Turner's Photograph Shop had just finished with their final customers of the evening. "Thank you very much," a man said as he as his lovely girl left the shop.

The woman looked to her beloved, "Wonder if it will turn out nicely."

The man laughed, "No need to worry. A picture of my lovely bride can only be beautiful."

The woman blushed and giggled, she hugged her fiancée's arm, "Ah, I'm so happy!"

On top peak of a highest building in London, a red clad figure stood in front of pink glowing moon. "It is the hour of death in London!" the red clad said in a flamboyant voice. The couple walked the street home together, the woman seemed to be on cloud nine with her handsome husband-to-be. A sparkly orange glitter followed after them briefly. The red-haired man from above grinned a broad shark-toothed smile. "Regret has the smell of fire…"

The woman suddenly had sparks on her. The couple parted and the woman screamed as she randomly bursted into flames. The woman shrieked in pain and flailed about, slowly her body began to incinerate. A crowd gathered at the sight of the burning woman. She stopped and began to wither down, her fiancé try to fan the flames down with his coat. The man tore through the flames to save this wife-to-be, the crowd could do was stare or look away. The flames engulfed the man's coat; the woman raised a black blazing hand to her fiancée. "Ellen…Ellen!" the man cried, grasping her hand. Like soot, the hand smoked and came off easily, the man gasped in terror, the hand disinterred into simple ashes. He stared at his burnt hands, shaking in pure fear. "Ellen!" his beloved had burnt into an ashy corpse, right into soot and ashes.

The man cried and mourned, the only this of her that was not burnt was her white pump. Grell Sutcliffe flipped in heinous joy, "It's here! It was come! It has arrived!" a mad look in his green eyes. "Die a burning death!" He winked and posed.

"For today's afternoon tea I have prepared Congresbury green tea, with Gooseberry jelly and Elderflower syrup," Sebastian said presenting the tea and snack.

Ciel took a bite of it, giving another scoop of it to Timcampy resting on his shoulder, "Not really special, is it." Ciel stated as Timcampy moved to nod in agreement with the earl.

"Is it not to your liking?" the black butler asked.

Allen chuckled, "Well the after you finish, time for some work." He entered the room holding a shiny silver tray. A single envelope sat there, sealed with the Queen of England's crest. Ciel opened it and read it. "Human body combustion base…right?" Allen said after listening to the letter from Ciel. Sebastian was pouring more tea for his master as Allen cleared Ciel's snack away. "Such cases are getting frequent in London."

"Has another victim appeared last night?" Sebastian asked.

"It has," Ciel replied. "The residents are spending timid nights trembling with fear, and Her Majesty grieves over that."

"Is something the matter?" Allen asked as he placed the freshly poured teacup he got from Sebastian to his master. Ciel handed his white-haired butler the letter. Allen took it and skimmed it over. He read, ""For the return of such hideous crimes, with discretion, I shall again entrust this case to my Dog and Spider." What is this about?"

Ciel took of sip of his green tea, looking up to his servants. "It means that a same case has occurred in the past…"

"And so…this Spider is…?" Sebastian said peering over his pet's shoulder.

"I don't know." Ciel sighed. "No, I guess I should say I don't know about it…." He slowly shook his head. "No use in only thinking. I shall dispel Her Majesty's sorrow. That is my top priority. I'm leaving for London."

"Understood."

"Also make sure Madam Red doesn't realize where we're going. This is a type of thing she'd like," Ciel added putting his teacup down and getting up and walking off, Timcampy flying beside him. Allen bit his lip and averted his eyes; Sebastian placed a hand on his pet's shoulder. "It'll be annoying if she's breathing down my neck."

"I don't think that will be a problem," Allen mumbled. "Oh, you won't have to worry about her breathing."

Evening crept up in London, Ciel was in his carriage, musing to himself. "A piece of Phantomhive's past I don't know about…"

"That's not far-fetched," Allen commented. Ciel looked to his butlers sitting across from him.

Sebastian continued, "Before you inherited everything from you predecessor, a lot of things have happened in the Phantomhive household."

"But, I hope to hear about it," Ciel said."About the incident Father was involved in, as the new head of house I have resolved to let the rumors spread around…" an image of his mansion in flames almost three years ago. "Those guys…they will definitely strike again." The younger him being snatched away from the blaze, dragged down into darkness. Ciel gritted his teeth.

"Do you intend to put yourself as the bait?" Allen inquired. Ciel stared into those unfamiliar red eyes, Ciel closed his own.

"Those who have hurt me and diminished my pride in this land," Ciel said, his clenched the skull head on his walking stick. "I will drag into the light of day for the world to see. Without choosing the means to do it."

Allen looked into his master's eye, "What if they are already dead?"

"I think it's obvious, I shall spade the truth and tear it off their rotting flesh. Merely that."

Sebastian smirked and pulled Allen closer. Allen sighed and snuggled up to the butler. Sebastian grinned, "As same as ever, My Master."

They came to the crime scene in London, where the victim of last night's ashes once laid. The soot stained the old stone streets and wall. "I knew it, just like they said in the papers, it is spontaneous combustion caused by alcohol overdose." A scruffy faced Abberline concluded.

Lord Randall, commissioner of the Scotland Yard turned to his new inspector constable, "Search for evidence!"

Abberline saluted, "Yes, sir, leave it to me! Spread out!" he ordered his fellow officers.

"Yes sir!" they said as they scattered.

Randall kneeled down by the crime scene, "Seem you are having some difficulties, Sir Randall," Ciel taunted. Randall turned and gasped as the sight of the Earl, "Ciel Phantomhive!"

Ciel smirked and flashed the Queen's letter, "Let's hear about the investigation."

Randall got up as the earl strutted towards him with an elegant air about him. Randal sighed and put his hands on his hips, "No progress worth mentioning."

"What makes this different than past incidents?" Randal gasped a bit surprised. Ciel smirked, "There have similar crimes before, haven't there?"

Randall groaned, "Then you knew."

"Aha. You just confirmed it." Randal glared and clucked his tongue. "Show me the old case file." Ciel demanded calmly.

"There's nothing left of it," Randall replied.

"What?"

"And even if there were something, I couldn't show it to you."

Ciel pressed a finger to his lips, 'There aren't any records left?' he pondered.

"Scotland Yard will find out who did it, why, and what it has to do with the old case," Randall stated, authority in his voice and rock hard determination to keep Ciel as far away from him and his case. "You're not needed here!"

Ciel scoffed, "I hope you're right. Let's go, Sebastian, Allen!" He turned to his butlers.

Allen was groaning, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kneeling by him was Allen's cat obsessed husband, Sebastian was marveling at a resting mama cat nursing and playing with her kittens, a light blush on his pale cheeks. Everyone stared at the cat obsessed butler in awe. "Those round, artless eyes so innocent of the filth of this world…" Sebastian praised the kittens. 'That adorable yet somehow noble tail…Those pale-pink, soft paws…I shall call them all Allen Walkers 2-4."

Ciel face-palmed himself, completely embarrassed. Allen flushed and tried to pull the butler away.

Abberline came up from behind, "Chief Inspector! We didn't find any notable evidence."

Sebastian looked up from the cats. He stood up, Allen's hands stuff on his coat. It seemed he had snapped out of it, "My apologies, Young master. They were just such charming kittens.

Ciel walked passed them, "Let's go, neko-baka." The butler tailed after their master.

"Who was that?" Abberline asked.

"The Queen's guard dog has come back to London,"

Abberline looked to his boss, ""Queen's guard dog"?" he echoed. "You mean he's…?"

Back in the carriage, Allen asked, "What shall we do now, my lord?"

Ciel leaned against the window, "If the Yard's no help, we only have one choice."

The only place left, the Undertaker's shop. One hilarious joke later, laughter of maddening quality erupted from the shop, making it shake and the sign outside fall.

Sebastian continued his stand up, ""Well, that's Great Britain for you...""

""Wait, what the heck?"" Allen gasped, doing his part of the double comedy duo act. The Undertaker and punched the floor, his stomach on fire from laughter. He fell over and guffawed.

""I'm through with you!"" Sebastian yelled in Allen's ear. They both bowed, "Thank you very much."

The Undertaker crawled up, cackling, "That was brilliant. I never dreamed I'd see such perfect manzai-style comedy in England!"

Ciel sighed, "They were just being a straight man and a funny man, exchanging fast jokes at each other. None of it made any sense."

The Undertaker slung his arm on the earl's shoulder. "You showed me something truly special! I'll have to keep m end of the bargain." He let go of the earl and placed a vial filled with gray ashes.

"I asked to see a corpse from the arson case!" Ciel stated, confused on what the vial meant.

"Yes…and this is it, my lord." Undertaker cackled shaking the vial filled with human ashes. Ciel blinked, "I scraped up what was left of the victim on the scene. The fire burned so hot, it only left ashes behind." The eerie shinigami tossed the vial to the earl, who caught easily. Ciel stared at the sparkling ash within the glass.

Inside a coffin of the last victim, a white pump laid inside instead of a corpse. The funeral for Ellen was being held; her fiancée seemed to mourn the most. They covered the casket and buried it in the ground. The Phantomhive and his butlers decided to grace the funeral and get some witness information. "Young master," Allen said.

The three turned and see a couple heading towards them. One was a man in his mid fifties wearing glasses and slightly overweight. His wife was a blonde woman; she was stout and portly holding a black umbrella to shade her from the sun peeking from the gray clouds. The man seemed to be holding something covered by a black sheet. The man removed his hat in respect, "I'm Turner, the photographer." The other mourners turned to the pair. Both bowed in respect and grievance, Turner continued to say, "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." He handed his hat to his wife. He removed the sheet showing it was a picture frame. "I've brought the last picture of your wife."

He handed the pictures, framed and glasses, the black and white image of him and his Ellen. "She was so lovely," the portly woman commented. The man stared the picture, tears flowing from his eyes. The woman closed her eyes, "My condolences, Sir." He reluctantly took the photo, but it slipped out of his grasp, falling to the ground. The glass cracked and shattered a bit. The woman looked down; "she was truly beautiful, wasn't she?" the Turners bowed with the grieving husband. They then left, walking past the Earl Phantomhive and his butlers. Ciel's eyes widened when he saw Mrs. Turner secrete a sort of glitter. He looked up to his butlers, both pairs of ruby eyes narrowed.

That night back at the mansion, Sebastian and Allen entered their master's study, "Excuse us," they saw Ciel was taking a toy break from working on the case, filed and documents littering his desk.

Sebastian reported, "The substance found in the ashes matched the sample we collected from the photographers." He held up a vial of the sparkling gray substance. "It magnesium oxide, a substance often left behind after a magnesium-based flash powder if ignited during photography."

"Photography, eh?" Ciel looked up.

Allen added, "We were able to obtain information on important products for Lord Lau."

"That's more than they'd need for a simple flash powder," Ciel said.

"Quite," Allen said going through the notes. "And the victims also had something in common…" he took out a folded not, which unfolded and trailed down with immense scribbling on it. "All the women who were ignited had recently had wedding photos taken…"

"…at Turner's studio," Ciel concluded, he loaded his pistol. He stood up and walked to the door. "Let's go! That couple knows what's really been happening."

"Certainly."

Turner Photography shop was on fire. Inside, Mrs. Turner seemed to be in a cheerful mood, humming happily as she sprinkled more ignition powder in the shop. Her husband was on the floor, asking her, "Wh-what are you doing?" he was bleeding from a blow to the head.

Mrs. Turner scoffed at her husband, "You look hideous." She remembered the days of her youth, when she was a skinny and beautiful maiden. The wife of a photographer. "All because I married you," as the years went by she got older and heavier, she watched over and over of happy couples taking wedding photos. "I despaired of ever feeling burning passion or womanly happiness! I'm done taking portraits of happy women!" she aimed a portable camera at her husband, squeezed the button to take the picture, sending a fire of ignition dust, making her husband explode into flames. The woman cackled evilly and madly, jealousy her master. "Now it's my turn to be happy!" she trotted out of the burning building.

She giggled and began to sing, skipping down the streets, spreading her ignition dust on the streets and building of London. Ciel's carriage stopped and the trio ran after the crazed chubby wife. "She's…!"

"Mrs. Turner from the portrait studio, yes."

"Happiness! Where is my happiness?" Mrs. Turner chimed as she kept on spreading her dust. Using the camera with the automatic fire, she fired at a building. "Young master!" Sebastian pushed him and Allen out of the way of the explosion. Ciel looked back, "So that camera is her ignition device, eh?" he turned to his butlers ordering, "Capture her, Sebastian, Allen!"

"Yes, my lord." The butlers sprinted off, disappearing from human sight. The woman continued twirling and spreading her 'happiness' around town. The butlers chased after her, Ciel tailing behind. They followed her into an alley, but a swoon and a Grell came down with a chainsaw. Sebastian deflected it with his arm, green eyes met red. Ciel's eyes widened when he saw Grell's coat, which was originally Madam Red's favorite coat. He saw red petal floating in the wind. 'Red…I've seen that red before…!' the blurry figure of his aunt walking towards him in black abyss.

But flames and explosions engulfed the dream and waking Ciel up. The building exploded a bit as Sebastian's silverware parried it, making sparks as the two metal fought for domination. "It's you." He commented.

"I've just been dying to see you both! ~" Grell cooed, posing a bit in the situation.

The Hanged Man

"So you've been pulling the strings behind the scenes, Grell?" Allen barked as he swung his arm at the reaper. The reaper jumped and kicked the other demon, still trying to saw Sebastian in half.

"All I've been pulling are the red threads of fate that bind our hearts!" Grell exclaimed pushing forward. Sebastian dodged the reaper, Allen then going toe to toe with Grell. Grell snuggled his chainsaw, Allen landed his foot on the reapers head. Allen smirked, "Sorry, but he's spoken for!" Allen removed his left glove briskly, revealing black fingernails and a black ring on his ring finger. He slipped the glove on when Grell cried.

"Oh how could you Sebas-chan! How could you go off and have a happily ever after with Al-chan without me! I won't give up on you both yet! I'll steal both of your hearts away! ~ And Al-chan, as Sebas-chan's cute little wife you shouldn't be rough with me!"

Allen kicked him in the head again, "Don't call me wife. Or little for that matter. I'm not a woman," he smiled a creepy polite smile.

Sebastian smirked and chuckled a bit. Kissing Allen quickly to torture the reaper more. Allen sneered and fixed his husband's appearance. "You came at us first," Sebastian said as he embraced his lover.

"But all I did was take little swipe at you out of excitement!" Grell whined. "I was only following that old pig!" he pointed to the mad pyromaniac woman.

"You too?" Allen blinked.

"You know this freak?" Ciel piped up rudely. Grell turned, with a perplexed look on his face.

Sebastian smirked, "He's a shinigami who reaps the souls of the dead." Grell looked over the earl, laughing nervously.

"I imagine he's here to reap the souls of the arson victims, my lord," Allen said, glaring at the red reaper.

Grell turned and walked up closely to the couple. "But no more work for me now that you're here, Sebas-chan and Al-chan! From now on, it's just our little amorous adventure." he playfully poked Sebastian's chest; Allen delivered a harsh punch to the gut. Grell fellow over and groaned. Another explosion erupted.

While Grell was whining for Allen and Sebastian to fool with him, Ciel said, "We don't have time to fool about with him! Come on!"

"At once." The butlers ran after their master, Allen sticking out his tongue and flipping the reaper off.

"Ah ah ah," Grell jumped in their path. 'Sebas-chan, Al-chan, if you both want me in your arms, leap through these flames!"

"Can't you get it in your thick gender confused mind that neither of us are interested and we're taken by each other!" Allen shrieked. Sebastian suddenly scooped him up and trampled over Grell, "Excuse us."

"Sebas-chan, Al-chan, wait!"

Many citizens ran in terror, Randall and the Yard were trying to get everyone to safety. "Evacuate the citizens upwind!" he ordered his officers.

"Yes, Sir!" Abberline saluted.

Randall looked at the burning buildings, he said "This town always burns so well." A woman shrieked in pain as she was incinerated into ashes, flailing and rolling on the floor in pain. Mrs. Turner turned a fallen man into flames as she continued her trek around London.

"There she is." Allen pointed out getting out of his beloved arms and chasing after her with the black butler. Grell tailed them from behind as they followed her into another alley. They gasped when she disappeared.

"Oh dear, did you both let her get away?" Grell taunted playfully. Allen bopped him on the head annoyed. "Shouldn't you be working, Grell?" he sneered charmingly.

Grell dashed to the white haired teen and black haired demon's side. "I am a hunter of love, and I'm on both of your trails." He tried to look shy and romantic, "That's my job, darlings. And, of course, I only have one soul to reap."

"One?"

Grell opened his Death Note, "Hmm…Margaret Turner, five past midnight." "After an indiscriminating killing spree, she burns herself to death as well." According to the Death Note this is the only soul I'm meant to reap."

"What about everyone who's died in these fires?" Allen asked.

"When she burns people to death, their souls are burned away with them!" that struck a chord with Allen, he saw memories of akuma self-destructing, burning away with them. He shook his head that was past.

Sebastian looked away off.

Ciel had gotten separated from his butlers, and now was in the middle of the panic of evacuation. He stepped by Big Ben, looking for her. "Where did she go?" he saw the powder floating and sprinkling through the air. From the top of Big Ben, Ciel came to the conclusion, "She means to burn everything?"

The earl rushed inside the opened door to the clock tower. He walked up the rigorous steps on England's monumental clock. He was pushed back when the window by him exploded. He groaned in pain, losing his hat and cane, but he kept on moving up the steps.

On the top floor, Mrs. Turner was dumped all of her ignition powder onto London, letting the summer wind take it through the city. "May you all find happiness!" he smiled wickedly. She went though several barrels of it, picking up one after another once it was completely empty.

Ciel finally got to the top floor while Mrs. Turner was reached for another barrel. "hat's enough of that!"

"So you've come to interfere with my happiness, too?" the woman frowned, picking up her camera.

Ciel pointed his pistol at her, glaring, "Did you really think you could find happiness after this?"

"Of course! He told me so!" Ciel gasped, eye wide.

Another explosion rung from the top of the clock. The demons and reaper came up at last to Ben. "Young master!" the smoke from the debris clear, Ciel had disappeared. The woman stepped forward slowly, camera in hand.

"When did the old sow get up there?" Grell grinned.

Ciel kept of avoided the sparkles of the powder shot at him. The woman trailed after the fallen child, "A little brat like you would never understand how rotten it was to be married off to a man I didn't love!" Ciel got up and backed up against a pillar, his pistol in hand. He cocked it at the fat woman, "I want to feel a burning passion for a splendid man! And I'll fry anyone who get's in my way!"

Ciel smirked calmly, he then laughed, truly amused. "You're pathetic. If you're going to moan about it, fight! If it bothers you, get moving! Just wallowing in your totten luck like that make you worse than a pig!"

'You give up your future, lose your dreams, are stained with despair…Yet at the same time you shake off your past, fight reality, and never lose your nobility.' Sebastian smirked, saying softly, "That's it, young master. That's the soul I want to eat…" Allen smiled, licking his lips.

The woman's hands were shaking, she growled, "Pig…pig, pig…You just called me a pig, didn't you?" she screamed. Big Ben stroked the midnight hour, the bells chimed.

"Now then, we must hurry," Sebastian said calmly pulling down his gloves. Allen smiled following Sebastian's example. "I believe you said the lady will burn herself to death at five past."

"Wait now," Grell said, "what are you playing at?"

"Our young master ordered us to capture her." Allen replied simply as he straightened his suit.

"You're too late, love," Grell stuck out his nose.

"A Phantomhive butler who can't do this much isn't worth his salt," Sebastian said coolly. "Shall we, Grell, Allen?"

"Hmm? Why me?" Grell cried happily.

"Take it as a compliment and once in a lifetime chance," Allen said clinging to Sebastian's arm.

"Our surly master must make a very unsatisfying model." Sebastian looked up, the other two doing as well, grinning. "I'd thought you and Allenwould make marvelous subjects for a photo, but…"

Grell clasped his hands and swooned. He grabbed Allen and began twirling him around with him, "Well, let me show you a few sexy shots of me!" Grell stripped his coat and he and Allen began posing sexily.

Another explosion interrupted. Ciel was hiding behind a pillar. Mrs. Turner began sprinkling all of the reactive powder from the camera out in the open, "I'll roast anyone calls me a pig, boy, or man!" she used her camera, randomly firing explosions at the Ciel, the boy braced himself, gritting his white teeth. The gust from the blast untied Ciel's eye patch, making it fall to the floor.

Ciel's eye was now bare, revealing a lavender pupil, tattooed with the mark of the fated to die. "How long do you intend to fool around?" he whispered to Sebastian and Allen through the link of their contract. The mark glowed ominously, "Come, Sebastian, Allen!"

"Yes, my lord," the demon recited softly.

"Talking to yourself now?" the woman jeered. She then heard the sound of hissing. She looked off the rim of the tower, and she gasped when she saw the two Phantomhive butlers along with a red reaper running up Big Ben at incredible breakneck speed. "What the devil…?"

"My butlers, and a freak," Ciel stated. He had a confident smile on his face, a hand over his hip.

"I'm a more deadly efficient reaper than I look! ~" Grell chimed; he posed as he rode up the tower clock. Sebastian and Allen tailing behind him.

"Stay out of this!" Mrs. Turner barked, dumping an entire barrel of powder down on them. She then used her camera for an automatic detonation. Grell avoided the blast, grinning. "Why? Why won't you burn?" she kept firing her camera at them. The blasts seemed to not to affect the unto God as he increased speed. The woman growled frustrated.

Ciel looked over the edge, smirking, "Using a shinigami as bait? You fiends."

Grell made it to the top first, flipped over the rim a few feet away from Mrs. Turner. She tried to fire again, burning the scene behind him. Grell posed for every shot, "Now listen here! We ladies ripen and color and sweeten each time you photograph us! That's right! Just like a bright-red, succulent fruit! It's pouring-no, it's gushing out of me! Just welling up out of every pore! Yes, right now I am the Queen of the Fruits!" he opened his shirt and kissed a random strawberry. "The Mangosteen of Shinigami!"

"Indeed," Sebastian smirked, "I can hardly resist biting you," he licked his thumb, and traced Allen's scar with his tongue. Allen blushed and mewled.

The woman turned and gasped. "Please! Please!" Grell squealed.

"You're both late," Ciel said.

The butler bowed, "Our apologies, my lord."

"I told you: burn!" the woman hissed. Allen moved quickly and kicked the camera out of Mrs. Turner's hands. The portly woman fell on her big butt, gasping, "Impossible."

Allen fixed his boat slightly, retying the black neck ribbon around his collar. "this is the least I would do on our master's orders."

"Wh-Who are you people?"

Sebastian smirked, "I am merely one hell of a butler."

"I'm one hell of an ex-exorcist," Allen licked his lips.

Grell did his signature pose, "I'm on mangosteen of a reaper!" he caught the flying camera in his hand.

Ciel neared the woman, 'Now tell us everything."

The woman fell and began sobbing. "He told me what to do! He told me if I did this, splendid men would fall in love with me!" she looked up the noble and butlers, tears running down her face.

""He"?"

Suddenly, the sprinkling of ignition dust poured on the woman, "The one with the golden eyes! You…" she pointed to Allen. "he told me if I see a boy with white hair at the moment I had the chance, he told me to tell you that he won't stop until you belong to him!" she suddenly bursted into flames. Allen gasped, won't stop until he belong to whom? Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"I can't believe it! Her soul is burning too!" Grell gasped.

The woman tried to get up, moving about, flailing a bit as she burned. She cried, "Burning passion! Happiness!" she died with a crazy, sadistic smile on her face.

Ciel ran to stop the woman, "wait! I still have quest-" but he was pulled back by Sebastian, "young Master!" he carried the earl away. The top of Big Ben exploded; Sebastian and Allen along with Ciel were able to escape. "Are you hurt, young master?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm fine," Sebastian let his master down.

Grell leapt down elegantly. He frowned, pouting, "This can't be! How could the soul I'm to collect just burn up?" she flipped through his Death Note. "This can't happen! It's just not right!" Allen cutely and sadistically giggled at Grell's misfortune. But frowned when that damn reaper flirted with his Sebastian. "I have to report to Will, so I'll make this the last one." He took the woman's camera, pulled Allen with him, and snapped a shot. Sebastian looking away coolly and Allen pouting adorably. Grell, satisfied, took the camera and walked off waving, "Next time let's sit for a lovers' portrait in the night, Sebas-chan and Al-chan! Toodle-oo!" he leapt and disappeared.

"Young master," Allen looked to his master, "you ordered us to capture her, but…" he held out his hand, showing only sparkling ashes remained of Mrs. Margaret Turner.

"So everything burned to ash…" Ciel murmured, staring at the ashes. A gentle breeze blew, blowing the ashes softly away, carrying them into the wind. He watched them being carried away through the sky, "I'll inform Her Majesty that these murders were the work of a woman crazed with greed." He sighed.

"I see that humans are capable of doing quite a bit out of a longing for love," Sebastian commented, pulling Allen close and giving him a chaste kiss. Allen smiled, content, snuggling up to his demonic owner.

"What a ridiculous waste," Ciel scoffed. "All this for a silly shapeless meaningless thing like "love"…"

Allen giggled, "Laughable isn't it?"

"Very." Ciel nodded. He picked up his fallen eye patch, "But not everything has burned away. He turned and ordered, "Investigate this "spider." It may have made a move during this case. And it seems it wants Allen for some reason."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed and tightened his grip of Allen a bit. Allen gulped and glanced down, tensing up a bit. Both butlers kneeled and bowed, "At once."

That night it rained. "Young master," Allen said, trying to wake up his sleeping earl. "Young master," he poked his cheek. Ciel cracked an eye open, he awoke to see his teenaged butler staring at him with a candle. "Pardon me for disturbing you."

Ciel sat up from his bed. "Did you find out something?"

"I found a book that seemed relevant in the stacks at the British Museum." He handed an old big brown book to Ciel. "It's true that during the previous live burnings, in addition to the Phantomhives acting as the Queen's executive organ, there was another noble family at work which specialized in cleanup."

""Specialized in cleanup"?" Ciel parroted looking up with the demon teen. He looked down and began skimming the book, "So that's why there were no records left at the Yard."

"The family head passed away three years ago, but as I understand it, his son has now taken over. They are knows as the Earls Trancy."

"The Earls Trancy?"

Allen smirked, nodding.

Woo! Snow day! That means chapter 3 is up and done! And a wild Grell makes an appearance! *throws pokeball at Grell* 3

Grell: *bonks head* OW!

Oh… I guess it didn't work…oh well London burnt again briefly. England seems it gets burned a lot in anime; the Japanese must not like the British all too much. Anyway Claude's message and determination to claim Allen shows through a pyromaniac fat lady! He'd burn England to screw Allen! And that black ring is supposed to be like a demon gay life partner/ demon pet ring. I dunno…something to show those two are married.

And Grell is the Queen of Fruit in more ways than you think. BI.

Later~

*floats off in boy love hot balloon*