Thanks for being patience! I just got caught up in school and other things of that nature. I want to thank Foxchick1 who really got my butt in gear for this new chapter... even if it is a bit short, i promise the next ones will be longer!

~Kairii-Kun

I fumbled around with my fingers, wondering why in the hell did evolution lead to them.

Yeah… hehe... Boredom was a strong drug.

It wasn't like there was anything better to do, Grell was of doing was ever he does, and I could barely walk at all, let alone walk down stairs to find something to stuff my face with.

I don't think I have ever had to deal with this, the past few weeks I have just been sleeping, and when I wasn't sleeping Grell was home telling me stories of his long life or feeding me his crap food. So basically in a nut shell my whole life has begun to revolve around Grell.

... Pretty sad, huh?

Rambo, my beautiful little angel of a cat jumped onto my bed, his wide amber eyes telling me to get off my lazy ass and feed him, his meow reinforcing my thought.

Well, it's now or never.

I sat up from my comfy bed. And stretched my arms out and yawned… for so reason. Gripping onto the side of the bed I pulled my feet over the side. My naked toes hit the bare hard wood floors, the cool touch felt foreign to my poor little toes as they have been hidden away under a thick fluffy red blanket, keeping warm and cozy.

I gulped and stood up, my balance only swaying slightly, but other than that, I was standing tall and proud.

I am awesome! Being hit by a milk truck can't stop this girl! Watch out world I am the girl who defied dea-

My leg buckled from underneath me, sending me crashing to the floor.

"Ow." I muttered.

My cat jumped off of the bed and next to my head and gave my cheek a lick before trotting off to the slightly open bedroom door and exiting. I sighed and decided to just drag myself the rest of the way down stairs.

"Heave, pull, Heave, pull, heave, pull." I coached myself as I reached out as far as my grasp could go and pulling my self forward.

The stairs was the easiest part out of the whole trip, the rest of it was like boot camp all over again.

It the living room there was a pleasant surprise, a TV was there…. Maybe I could find my realty shows on there! There was a lot of red down here… which was no surprise when it came to that creep.

The kitchen sucked butt. It was all old and dirty, like he didn't know what a stupid sponge looked like.

The pantry was a large door… you know one of those walk in ones that you always panted as a child? Rambo was clawing at it with his paw. Whining, and making sure I knew that was where his food was.

I opened it up and gasped.

That bastard Grell put the cat food on the top self!

I growled and my cat caterwauled, letting me know he was not going to let me quit.

I gulped and tried to stand up after a bit of struggling I was able to stand. But the top shelve was still out of my reach.

"Damn it!"

"mmeeeeooowooooowooooooowwww~."

I glared at Rambo, he was not being helpful at all.

Then I got an idea. I'll just climb up there! It is fool proof! I am the greatest genius since I don't know when!

I smiled to myself and gripped onto one of the shelves and pulled myself up one level, using my feet to take off some of my fatty weight.

Level by level I began to reach the top, and finally, the food was in my grasp. I reached for it, one hand gripping the top shelf, the other gripping onto the bag of food when…

"This is my homm-" Grell claimed as he walked through the front door, only to cut short when he saw me hanging from his pantry.

My head whipped in his direction in surprise, losing my balance I tumbled along with the cat food, land sprawled on the floor with the food littering every where.

Rambo meowed in delight and started to lick up the kibble off the floor.

"uh… hi?" I said, a slight nervous smile on my face.

He just looked shocked. But what surprised me was that he had three visitors.

Does he always have visitors and just never tells me? He knows I'm always bored!

There was a tall man, maybe twenty-eight, with long black bangs and a weird black butler get up. Another seemed to be maybe thirteen? And had this weird bluish black hair and clothes you would see on any other thirteen year old.

And the last was maybe be the oddest of all, he had on super rich people clothing and had bright ginger hair that clashed with the other twos dark hair and bright blue eyes that reminded me of the sky.

The two dark haired people gasped in surprise. While the ginger haired one gasped of horror.

"Why miss, you have gone and made a mess!" he claimed holding out his hand to help me up.

Which I gladly took, I mean Grell or those other two bastards didn't look like they were going to help. "Well, hehe…" I answered once I stood on my own two feet, nervously rubbing the back of my head.

"Grell I didn't know you were going to have company." I barked, changing the subject.

The crimson reaper raised his hands in self-defense. "I didn't know I was going to have guest either. "

"She looks just like madam red…" the small thirteen year old gasped slowly, in a low voice.

I patted down my ragged hair and wrinkled my nose. "Who is this Madam Red or rose or whatever…" I asked.

"What my master is trying to say is that you look a lot like a lost relative." The tall butler man said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, whatever I guess."

"Okay! Now you have seen her, you can get out of my house!- but leave the food." Grell claimed, trying to shove the three men out the door.

But the ginger haired on looked dazzled. "Why I have never meet a young woman as beautiful as you." He charmed.

The small one looked as if he was about the throw up. I only the other hand raised an eyebrow. "And who are you?" I asked in my sassy voice, I had worked all summer on that voice just for this occasion.

The butler in black bowed, and smiled a dazzling smile. "This is Lord Mason Middleton, head of the Middleton family." Moving from the ginger boy he pointed to the young boy. "And this is Ceil Phantomhive."

Oh… oh! I was talking to a lord! With all that sassy. I eternally broke. He could kill me and no one would ever blame him. "Uh… oh… mehh.." I chirped. Grell waved his hand in front of my face franticly.

"are you okay!?" he asked , I smiled a bit before fainting, my body hitting the hard wood floor like a sack of potatoes.

I like potatoes…