Back again! Is the updating too slow or too fast for your liking? I've been doing about one per night, so I hope that's average enough, seeing as how the drabbles are short. Fairly.

This time we have an anonymous request. ^.^ This person wanted Claude to be killed via angry mob, and since there were several requests asking for some sort of a mob, I'm going to put a bit of a twist on this. I'm excited about this one, so I hope it doesn't turn out to be something incredibly long . . .

Drabble Number Four: Mass Murder!

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Claude sat tiredly filling out papers that the now deceased Alois Trancy normally had the honor of doing. Since the master of the house was now decomposing somewhere in the woods, there was no one else to do this tedious work. He would never admit it, but for this reason only, he hated that he was still here after Alois was gone.

Paperwork was torture.

A soft knock came to the door, followed by Hanna's soft, "Excuse me."

"Haven't I told you not to disturb me while I'm working?" Claude demanded.

"I apologize. But you have a visitor. Shall I send them in?"

"Fine, fine, go ahead." Claude waved her off and bent his head again. Fifty pages more, and then letters to reply to before he was done for the day. That is, if he didn't have any interruptions . . .

"Claude," someone said curtly from the doorway. The demon whipped his head up angrily; this person hadn't even the gall to address him properly! Though, judging by who it was, it kind of made sense.

"What do you want here? Did Sebastian send you?"

"Course not," Bard spat. "Look, I'm here because we want our Young Master back. I can't even cook the same now. Nothing looks black anymore. Never thought I'd miss the bugger." The chef crossed his arms over his chest, puffing on his cigarette without a care about doing it in front of the demon.

"You want him back so your cooking can be better?" Claude demanded. "What a selfish request. Now, if you will leave—"

"Mr. Claude!"

"You brought the maid with you?"

"Oh, Meirin, what are you doing here?" Bard asked, obviously just as shocked to see her.

"You must give the Young Master back!" she shouted, slamming both hands down on the cluttered desk. "I . . . I can't even lift out the dishes out of the cupboard! I'm so clumsy that I don't even drop them!"

"Are you stupid—"

"Mister, give 'im back!" Finny wailed, clinging to Claude's leg from out of nowhere. "The trees . . . they're all green and sad looking! We need him!"

"Get off—"

"You'd better give that bratty Master back to Sebas-chan," Grelle complained as he climbed in through the window. "It's no fun when I don't have to fight for that sexy beast."

"I can't make him a special downsized coffin without his measurements," Undertaker crowed.

"I want my fiancé back!" Elizabeth yelled.

"My best friend!" Soma cried. "How could you take my best friend from me?"

"Soma is upset without Master Ciel," Agni belted out. "You have greatly upset my friend Sebastian by stealing him!"

"Bocchan!" came a quiet sob from somewhere down the hall.

"Give him back," Hanna agreed. "He's driving the rest of us crazy."

The triplets nodded fiercely.

"Yes, I can't find out anything in London without little Ciel to tease," Lau pouted.

"Please—"

"I want him—"

"I need my—"

"Shut up!" Claude screeched.

"Bocchan . . ." echoed in from the hall following the sudden silence.

"I refuse," Claude said calmly. "I've captured Ciel Phantomhive's soul, and I intend to keep him for myself."

"Well, then," Bard replied calmly, cocking one of his giant guns, "If you won't give him back, then we'll take him back by ourselves. Ready, gang?"

"KILL HIM!"

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That . . . was kind of hectic for my brain. Lol. But it was quite funny imagining it as I wrote it. *laughs*

Don't forget you can still request! Whatever way you want to see Claude die, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Until next time!

~Shadow