I, Rabbit, do not own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, it would not be as fabulous as it is now.

I would like to thank tohru15, geminigrrl, and Paxloria for reviewing, and special thanks to Paxloria for suggesting some interesting plot ideas. I've changed them a bit slightly, but part of the inspiration for this chapter came from Paxloria. :D

Also, I have only watched the first season of the anime. I've tried to keep everyone in character, but for you anime-lovers, I don't know how they act in the second season. I didn't watch the second season because I didn't like how the first season didn't follow the manga plotline. I'll try to find time to take a look at any episodes with the shinigami in them, but this will mostly be based off the manga.

I've also discovered that I hate the English version of Undertaker'svoice in the anime. I hate it soooo much. In fact, I hate almost all the English dub voices for Kuroshitsuji. :K

~Rabbit

P.S. Sorry about the lack of dots in the last chapter to show when POV switched. I forgot about it. I'll make sure that it's in this chapter.

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Chapter 3 – The Slap

Daisy POV

The funeral was short.

The only people to go were Daisy and a few of Craig Evenfall's friends. Daisy's mother didn't come; she was out drinking or working, probably.

After everyone had gone, Daisy lingered to grieve a little more.

"Grandpa," she whispered, "I promise that I'll be strong now. You can rest in peace, okay?" Silent tears streamed down Daisy's face. William's face appeared in her mind for some reason, his stern look, and the way he decided to keep the redhead from killing her. She shook her head to clear the image from her mind. "I will learn to defend myself. I'll get a job. I won't rely on anyone anymore." She stood, laying the flowers she had brought on his grave.

She walked off, the wind blowing the bouquet of daisies into the sky.

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William POV

William T. Spears was on soul-reaping duty. He was currently in London, reaping souls from that hospital he visited the other day when he delivered the girl back to her normal world. He tried to recall her name, and failed, which startled him. It worried him, too, for some reason. He remembered her tears, and the way she said "thank you" to the shinigami for relieving her grandfather of pain.

He saw a daisy floating in the wind. How odd, he thought, normally you wouldn't see a daisy-

"That's it! Her name was Daisy, Daisy Evenfall." He felt an odd sense of accomplishment at remembering her name.

"So Will is thinking of the little flower? How dare you! I thought you loved me! You two-faced liar!" Grelle had dropped in out of nowhere, and was very upset. He was swinging his chainsaw in the air, tears streaming down his face. William got annoyed, his face reddening.

"I was not! And what do you care, anyway? I don't love you! You should know that by now!" William pushed Grelle aside. "I have work to do, let me pass."

"No!" Grelle tackled him. "What have I done to make you angry? I have been faithful to only you, William!" This was turning out like some play. William was never one for plays.

"What are you talking about? You hang around that demon all the time!" Grelle got the most excited look on his face, as happy as can be.

"I knew it! You were just jealous, and using the girl to make me jealous too! Oh, William!" Grelle lunged in for a hug.

William sidestepped. Multiple things were going on in his brain. "I am not jealous. And I'm not using Miss Evenfall for anything. Now, for soul's sake, leave me in peace!" He stalked off in the opposite direction of his next job. He didn't care, though. For some reason that comment about him just using Daisy made him very mad. But why would he want to associate with some human girl? It was dumb.

He found himself walking down a street in the poorer side of London. Children were sleeping or begging in the streets, along with old men and women. What a dreary place.

Then, something caught his eye.

Was that..blonde hair?

He found himself walking in the direction he glanced the blonde.

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Daisy POV

Daisy walked into her home, tiptoeing past the first door. Her mother slept there. She was probably drunk, and if Daisy woke her she would be livid. Maybe some food would cheer her up. Daisy brightened at the thought of her mother happy (she wasn't happy often), and she moved towards the kitchen. Let's see what we've got left.

Daisy eventually settled on using the remaining dough to make some biscuits. Her mother hated the chocolate ones, but that was okay since they were all out.

Daisy and her mother were lucky enough to be on the richer side of poor, and could afford the luxury of chocolate every once and a while. Daisy's grandfather tried to financially help as much as he could, but there was only so much he could do.

Daisy heard her mother's door open. She's awake! Daisy gleefully rushed to her mother's room.

"Good afternoon, mother, I made-"

"Did you get a job yet?" Her mother's grouchy voice greeted her. Daisy faltered. She tried to keep a happy expression.

"N-not as yet, mother. But, I made you some-"

"Worthless girl! How long does it take you to start pulling your weight around here?" Daisy heard the creaking of a bed and her mother's footsteps as she came closer to the door. Daisy involuntarily took a step back.

"Mother, today was Grandfather's f-funeral, you know, and my previous job application-"

"Quit your yapping, it's getting on my nerves!" Her mother emerged from her room, with bedhead and messed-up lipstick. Daisy heard someone else on the bed still.

"Come back in here," his slurred voice called.

"Go home!" Her mother slammed the door. She turned back to Daisy. "I'm hungry."

"There are biscuits in the kitchen, Mother." Daisy felt relieved that her mother was not inviting the man to eat with them.

"They're not chocolate, are they?"

"No, Mother." Daisy followed her mother to the kitchen.

"Why don't you have a job yet?" Daisy did not want to have this discussion again.

"My previous application was politely rejected."

"Why? Why is it that you can't find a job anywhere, damnit?!" Her mother pulled the chair out forcefully, scraping the floor. "Every time you fill out an application, they bloody 'politely reject'." In truth, the fact was that Daisy had not filled out that many applications. Most respectable jobs were filled. "You know the alternatives. If you don't find a job soon-" Her mother ominously did not continue.

"Mother, you know my feelings on doing that kind of job, and-"

Slap!

Daisy stumbled back. Her mother had stood and slapped her forcefully, catching her off guard. The hit stung, in more ways than one.

"Since when have I bloody well cared what your feelings were! If you don't get a job, I'll force you to do the other ones! I don't care what it is, as long as you get payed!" The second slap was harder. "Go find some damn applications, before I-" The third slap was interrupted when a long pole smashed the window and knocked into her mother's hand. Daisy's eyes went wide at the sight of it. She knew this thing. It had sharp blades on the end. It retracted out the smashed window as quickly as it was thrust in.

She was pale, and shards of glass were stuck in her clothes and skin. She was also bleeding. Her mother was in quite the same state.

"What the bloody-"

"I-I'll go check it out!" Daisy interrupted her mother, not wanting the situation to get even worse. She didn't really need to check it out, as she knew exactly to whom the "pole" belonged.

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William POV

When William had followed the blonde, he was pleased (he didn't know why he was pleased, and it irritated him) to see that it was Daisy. He walked around her house to watch her from the window. What kind of a stalker am I? He had thought.

Then, he had witnessed the exchange between Daisy and a woman whom he presumed was her mother. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but when the woman hit Daisy, he had grown livid. After recovering from the shock of seeing Daisy being hit twice, he impulsively interfered and sent his death scythe crashing through the window.

You fool. What were you thinking? What if that woman (he refused to refer to the brute as Daisy's mother) had seen him?

She didn't, thankfully, but apparently Daisy recognized his death scythe.

She ran from the house, and approached him, eyes wide with something resembling fear. Bits of glass were in her hair and clothes, and she was bleeding. "M-Mr. Spears!" She whisper-yelled fearfully. "What are you doing here? If my mother sees you-"

"I just happened to be in the area." William lied, acting stiff and formal to cover up his panic.

"Well, please be careful." She seemed to calm down, and then a look of shame crossed her face. "I-I'm sorry you had to see that. And thank you. For stopping her." She stared at the ground, her voice quiet. William was at a loss for words.

"Well," he said finally. "You shouldn't have to put up with that." She looked up, her face holding a grateful expression.

"Who is it, girl?!" Came the rough voice of Daisy's mother.

"I-I don't know, Mother, there's no one here."

"I could've sworn I heard you speaking to someone."

"There's no one here!" Daisy seemed to be growing frantic. "Go have something to eat, Mother. I'll get some old rags to clean your wounds." William started to feel a little guilty.

"Sorry about the glass," He said awkwardly. "You should probably go to the hospital."

"No, we can't afford- I mean, the injuries are minor, a trip to the hospital isn't necessary. Thank you for being concerned, though." She gave him a pleasant smile that made him feel warm all over. He covered up the new feeling by reverting back to formal and stiff speech.

"Well, good day." He used his scythe to adjust his glasses and walked away. Once he was out of sight, he leapt up to the top of a building and turned to look back at Daisy's home. His eyesight wasn't very good, and he could only see at all because of his glasses, so he couldn't see Daisy from there. He imagined her waving good bye to him, a beautiful smile on her face. He blushed slightly, and then muttered, "Preposterous." Turning to his watch, he mentally smacked himself. This little excursion made him late for the most recent bit of souls he had to collect, and he'd probably have to do overtime now. He wasn't really sure if he minded that much. Seeing Daisy smile...that was worth the cost of overtime.

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Sorry if today's chapter wasn't exactly what you had in mind, Paxloria, but don't worry, Ciel will be chasing criminals and come across her soon. :D

I hope the mother wasn't a bit much.

Did you guys like the little moment between Daisy and William? I hope you did.

I'd hate to disappoint you guys if this chapter wasn't what you wanted. I hear by swear to include Ciel, Sebastian, and more Grelle and Ronald within the next few chapters. I swear it. For real.

Forever trying to please,

~Rabbit

P.S. I saw this game that TheStillDoll made and thought I'd try it.

Kuroshitsuji Game

List your top 10 favorite Kuroshitsuji characters in any particular order.

1. Ciel Phantomhive

2. Undertaker

3. Sebastian Michaelis

4. Ronald Knox

5. William T. Spears

6. Grelle Suttcliff

7. Drocell (one of the few only-anime characters I like)

8. Baldo

9. Finny

10. Prince Soma

Have you seen any 4/10 pairing fanfics?

Ronald x Soma? No, but that could be interesting.

What would 7 do if 1 slapped them across the face?

Probably nothing...

What would 8 do if they found 10 hitting on 6?

Something like, "What the hell?!"

5 falls in love with 2, what would the fanfic be titled?

Will's Deadly Lover or Love The Way You Laugh or something lol

3 murders 9, what happens?

I go and cry for days and days, and then die from loss of fluids.