The Phantomhive Fake's Plan

-Me no own Kuroshitsuji-

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Randall was up at the crack of dawn, cleaning up after the other three. At seven O'clock, he went to wake his mistress up, only to find her wide awake and scribbling things down in a notepad. Jessie was already dress and washed, and was surrounded by many crumpled up pieces of paper.

"What is going on here?" Randall raised an eyebrow in confusion; he usually had to bribe her with breakfast to get her out of bed. "Did I miss something?"

"I figured it out." She mumbled. "I couldn't sleep last night, so I got to thinking about the case. I got some info last night-"

"So that's what that call was about!"

"Don't interrupt me!" She snapped at the reaper. "As I was saying, this guy Lau told me that the killer only kills men that dance at balls; but not just dance, the best dancer and they are always very handsome."

"That doesn't really explain anything…" Randall crossed his arms and stared at her in deep thought.

"Yea, but think," Jessica smiled insanely. "Who is having a ball this Friday?"

"You."

"And who likes to kill pretty men at balls?" Randy let a smirk of amusement slip onto his face. "I bet you the Phantomhive title that the killer will show up. And we'll be ready with a trap."

"What trap?" Jessica's smile widened.

"How well can you dance~?"

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"I can't do it, damn it!" Jessica cried wile flopping into a nearby chair, pulling her heels off. Randall sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You must at least learn the Waltz in time for the ball." He tried to explain to the fake but she only groaned.

"Why?" She whined. "Why do I have to do it in heels? I could do it in any other shoes, but heels? Are you trying to kill me?"

Tempting, very tempting, Randall thought to himself in irritation. "Look, the faster we get this done, the sooner we can stop."

"Fine," She sighed while slipping the shoes back on. Randall took her hand and helped her to her feet.

Soon their hands were intertwined, her arm around his shoulder, his other hand on her hip. Then they were off.

"You're getting better at this." He smiled down at her. It was at this moment Jessica noticed he was almost a foot taller than her. She, despite her pride, blushed madly when she thought about how handsome he was. His soft black hair, those deep blue eyes that seem to peer into her soul…

Lost in thought, she lost her footing and slipped…

And brought Randall down with her.

Jessie fell flat on her back; Randy caught himself with his hands before he could land on top of his mistress. Their faces hovered inches art, both flushed and panting.

"Randy…" She whispered silently. Randall said nothing, but stared into her large, round, green eyes, trying to read her secrets almost.

"Oh, sorry!" A voice squeaked making them look to see Mey-Rin fleeing the scene.

Moment Ruined

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Victoria: Oh for frack's sake, I need to quit changing my mind so damn much!

Vicky: Yep~ It's getting annoying.

Victoria: Oh be quiet you! On another note, sorry it's so short- I wrote it down in a notebook and it seemed longer on paper.

Vicky: Creepy shit, eh?

Victoria: And I've been screwing around on mikumikudance like the lazy teenager I am.

Vicky: Speaking of which, we are making Randy and Jessica Models~ But we don't if they'll be up for download or not.

Victoria: Aaaaaaand, on my profile there is a poll for Jessica's dress for the ball, please pick one- I can' choose which one I like best!

Vicky: Please review~