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After Damiano De Martinis's body was found, Ciel Phantomhive called the police commissioner of Scotland Yard Arthur Randall to recover the body.

"It's a pity what happened to Lord Damiano," Ciel said, "But I can't say I pit him. He sold my company and tried to ask for more money. He was basically robbing me. He also attacked my maid. That sort of behaviour was not acceptable. So I told him to be on his way the next morning. And he did. I don't know how he ended up dead in the garden."

"Did he have any enemies?" Commissioner Randall asks.

"Plenty. And he made a new enemy last night. Me," Ciel takes a sip of tea in a very calm matter. "However, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths as to burning him alive and stabbing him with a garden shear. I am only a child after all. Besides, I was asleep the entire night. I did not hear or see anything. You can ask my staff if you wish."

The commissioner nods. "And that's exactly what we'll do. Lord Phantomhive, Lord Damiano was burned to a crisp. He had a broken leg, obvious sign that he tried to run away but fell and got himself hurt. And then stabbed in the heart with a pair of shears. You have a cook and a gardener, yes?"

"And our maid, yes. However, she was the one who found Lord Damian and informed me. Doubt she had anything to do with it." He offers the commissioner some tea but the old man refuses.

"One of them could have done it," Commissioner Randall assumes. "We'll have to take them into custody for questioning."

Ciel puts down his cup of tea and crosses his leg over the other. "Are you pressing charges?"

"Not yet -."

"Then you'll interrogate them here but they do not leave my mansion."

"Lord Phantomhive -."

"Commissioner," Ciel states sternly. "I understand that you're simply doing your duties but this is my house and as long as your in my house, you will abide by my rules. Mey-Rin, Baldroy and Finnian do not leave this manor. If one of them did it, I would be aware of it. I know these two better than you do."

Commissioner Randall glares at the thirteen-year-old boy but sighs in defeat. "...Very well. I'll interrogate them here. But if they confess, I will be taking them with me."

Ciel shrugs. "All right then. Go ahead."

Commissioner Randall decides to interrogate the servants in the library. First person to be interrogated is Baldroy, the cook. Since he's the cook, it's possible that he might have shoved Damiano De Martinis in the oven and burned him alive.

Baldroy sits down and puts the cigarette on the ashtray. Commissioner Randall notices that he's a smoker which is rude. Servants are not allowed to smoke or drink. Those are the house rules and he seems to break them without care.

"What is your name?" Commissioner Randall asks.

"Baldroy Gibbons."

"Age?"

"36."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from New Orleans. Louisiana." Baldroy can see the confused look on Commissioner Randall's face. "Louisiana? It's in fucking America. Please, commissioner. Don't tell me you've never been to America before."

Commissioner Randall ignores him and starts the official interrogation. Bloody foreigners and immigrants. "Have you ever had a confrontation with Lord Damiano?"

"Not really. I only met the man once when the young lord introduced us to him," he says, "I have to say that I wasn't really fond of him when I set eyes on him and after I heard he attacked Mey-Rin, I wanted to give him a good beating but of course, Sebastian already told me he was gone so no, I wasn't able to confront him."

"Were you working in the kitchen last night?"

"Oh God no. After that, I went straight to bed. I was tired as hell. Didn't even bother to clean the dishes. I cleaned them the next morning but not before cleaning the oven first."

"The oven?" Commissioner Randall raises an eyebrow at him.

"That sounds bad, doesn't it?"

"Indeed. Lord Damiano was burned, sir. So is there a possibility you purposely locked him in the oven to burn him alive?"

Baldroy frowns and takes the cigarette in his hands. "Oy, no! I would never do something that savage. I wasn't even in the kitchen last night. I was in my room sleeping. Ask Finnian if you like. Listen, I hated that bastard but not enough to kill him. If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't put him in the oven. I would cut his nuts off and let him bleed to death."

"At what time did you go to bed?"

"I went to bed at 11pm."

Commissioner Randall sighs in disappointment. "Lord Damiano was murdered at 12am, according to the autopsy."

Finnian is brought into the library, wearing his same uniform. A white long-sleeved shirt, think gardening gloves stained with dirt and the straw hat hanging at the back of his neck. What the bloody hell? He's just a kid.

"Name?"

"Finnian Bornemann."

The commissioner frowns. And this kid is German. Another immigrant. Why does this brat keep hiring foreigners? "Age?"

"16"

Commissioner Randall looks at him strangely. "You seem awfully young to be a gardener."

Finnian, however, takes this as a compliment and smiles. "Thank you very much. But the master was mostly interested in my skills, not my age. I can carry a pot weighing 20 pounds or more, and I can yank out the toughest plants stuck to the ground."

"That's nice," the commissioner says while writing down the words on a notepad. "Do you spend a lot of times outdoors."

Finnian nods. "Oh yes, I spend a great deal amount of time outdoors. I love it more than indoors. Spent most of my childhood indoors and never got to see the sun much. That was until Lord Phantomhive had me hired as a gardener. And I love it."

Commissioner Randall then asks if he saw Baldroy Gibbons leave his bedroom last night.

"He was sleeping last night. He slept the entire night, I tell you," Finnian says, "I know because I spent the entire night covering my ears from his snoring. He's very loud. I did not sleep one bit." He yawns and rubs his tired eyes.

"Were you out in the garden last night?" the commissioner asks.

"Yes I was, sir," Finnian nods, "I was putting my shears back in the toolshed but Lord Damiano was in the library with the young lord at the time. I only learned that he attacked Mey-Rin when I got back into the house. Such a nasty thing that man did."

"Your shears were found in Lord Damian's neck."

Finnian's eyes widen when informed of this. "And you think I did it?" He shakes his head. "No, sir. I wouldn't do such things. I was in the room with Baldroy last night. I swear I was. In fact, I have been searching for the shears all morning. I couldn't find them in my toolshed this morning."

"You believe someone took the shears and used them to kill Lord Damiano?"

"If you put it that way, then yes. Not saying that I wouldn't beat him bloody. I would have. Unfortunately, someone beat me to it." Finnian says this in such a calm manner that it unnerves the commissioner. Is everyone in Phantomhive Manor a complete nutcase?

Commissioner Randall then turns his attention to Lord Phantomhive who is clearly smirking in amusement.

"I'd like to speak to your former butler -."

"Tanaka is incapable of telling you anything, commissioner," Ciel says while taking another sip of his tea. "When the people that killed my parents invaded the house, one of them stabbed Tanaka on the back of the neck. He's lucky to be alive but unfortunately, he hasn't been the same. He can speak once in a while but his energy is mostly spent. I wouldn't even try. Even if he is able to talk to you, doubt he knows anything about Lord Damiano's death."

"I'd like to speak to the girl who found the body then," he says.

Ciel nods. "Very well." He then turns to his butler. "Sebastian, bring Mey-Rin in."

Sebastian nods and leaves the library to fetch the maid.

A few minutes later, Sebastian reenters the library with Mey-Rin following behind him, wearing a scarf around her neck which is odd.

She sits down on a seat in front of the commissioner and he frowns when he sees the scarf around her neck.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asks.

Mey-Rin doesn't answer. Instead, she removes the scarf from around her neck and shows the bruises.

"Did Lord Damian do that to you?"

"Yes," Mey-Rin nods.

"What's your name?"

"Mey-Rin Fan."

The commissioner sighs. And now we have a Chinese girl. What is the matter with this brat? "Age?"

"I'm 19, sir."

"And I'm guessing you're from China."

"Beijing. But yes, I am from China...Can I ask what do these questions have to do with Lord Damiano's death?"

"I'm simply following protocol," Commissioner Randall says. "Do you have any idea why Lord Damiano attacked you?"

She could tell Commissioner Randall about Lord Damiano planning to steal money from the young lord but that's not her business to tell him. She decides to lie to him instead.

"He was drinking a bit yesterday while playing a board game with the young master so it's possible Lord Damiano was drunk. He also looked at me strangely yesterday."

"How strangely?"

"The same way men would look at women if they're pretty enough for them," Mey-Rin says almost sharply. How else does he want her to put it?

"Ahem." Mey-Rin looked over shoulder to see the young master staring at her seriously. "Mind your manners, Mey-Rin."

"Forgive me, master," she says, bowing her head in pardon.

"Did you see Lord Damiano leave the mansion last night?" Commissioner Randall asks.

Mey-Rin shakes her head. "Not really. No. I was in my bedroom last night."

"Can you prove that?"

She shakes her head. That is the most stupid question anyone can ever ask. Of course she can't prove it. But it seems that the commissioner is looking for ways to suspect her of the crime. He wants someone to blame. And she can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't like her very much. And she didn't even do anything.

"Did you see any of your friends leave the room?"

"No. I didn't see them. I was asleep." These questions are tedious and aggravating. It feels like a waste of time. It's like the commissioner wants it to be Baldroy or Finnian, or maybe both. Mey-Rin knows that neither of them did this. How does she know this? Because they would never take action without the young master's orders. If Finnian did kill Lord Damian, he wouldn't have let her search for her shears. And Baldroy threatened to beat the man bloody but she knew he was joking. Both of them were oblivious about Lord Damian's death. And Tanaka didn't do it for sure. If Finnian didn't do it and if Baldroy didn't do, if Tanaka didn't do it and if she didn't do it. Who did? "But I know them too well. As much as they wanted to, they didn't kill Lord Damian."

"Then who did?"

She shrugs her shoulder. "I don't know, sir."

She looks over to the young master who gives her permission to leave. Behind him stands Sebastian, looking calm and collective as ever. She gets up, pads down her skirt and walks out of the library.

As she walks back to the kitchen, she keeps thinking. Where was Sebastian last night Lord Damiano was murdered? Mey-Rin never knew what Sebastian does after everyone goes to bed. Apparently, he almost never sleep. She sometimes hears him in the middle do the night, walking up and down the hallways. He is always busy, even at night. And that's very unnerving. Could he have been the one that killed Damiano De Martinis? If it's not under the young lord's order, he wouldn't? What if the young lord ordered Sebastian to kill Lord Damiano? That would be a completely different turn of events.

"What about your butler?" Commissioner Randall asks Ciel once Mey-Rin is gone. Ciel simply stares at him blankly while the butler is standing behind him saying nothing. "He's the one in charge of the house. He should know everything that goes on around here."

Ciel smiles a little. "But of course. I almost forgot that my butler is a possible suspect. He is in charge of everything here. Though it is predictable for the butler to be the killer, don't you think?"

"All of your servants are suspect, Lord Phantomhive," the commissioner says gruffly.

"Perhaps you're right," the boy chuckles in amusement, "And for that alone, I shall let you interrogate my butler. There you will see he has nothing to do with Lord Damiano's death."

"Very well. Sit down, Mr Michaelis."

Sebastian bows his head. "Of course." He sits down on a chair in front of the commissioner and places his hands on his lap, maintaining his considerate posture as demanded from a butler.

Commissioner Randall begins to write down on the notebook. "Name?"

"But commissioner, you already know my name," Sebastian says with a polite smile.

"I'm following protocol so tell me your name, Mr Michaelis," he says, becoming a little impatient.

Sebastian smiles, not looking the least intimidated by the commissioner. "My name is Sebastian Michaelis. And before you ask for my age, I am 38 years old and yes, I was born in England but of course, I was born in Manchester, not England. After I found my master alive and alone in the freezing cold, he hired me as his butler since Mr Shino is too feeble to take care of him at the moment. Of course, even if he didn't hire me, I still would have volunteered."

Commissioner Randall raises his hand, stopping the butler from speaking any further. He could care less about the Phantomhive boy's life right now. He will not dare show pity for a little brat like him. "Mr Michaelis, as interesting as the story may be, I am not interested in your meeting with Lord Phantomhive. I am only interested in finding out which one of you killed Damiano De Martinis."

"Well, commissioner, if you're looking for someone to blame for, there's no one else to blame but me," Sebastian says while placing his hand on his chest and bows. "You see, I already sent the servants to bed. The door to the servants quarters are locked by ten."

"The servants must use secret passageways to leave the rooms undetected."

Sebastian shakes his head and tucks his black hair behind his ear. "There are no hidden passageway in their rooms. Only outside the servants quarters and only I have the keys to the passageways. Once the servants went to bed, I continued my work as always. Was I awake at the time of Lord Damiano's death? Yes, I was. Did I see Lord Damiano leave the mansion? Yes, I did. I watched him leave his room in a hurry. He looked absolutely terrified of something. He was claiming to see ghosts. I attempted to calm him down but he wouldn't listen to reason. He fell down the stairs and twisted his ankle. Again, I attempted to assist him but he crawled away from me. That's the last time I saw him. I reported to the master about the issue. He told me to keep searching for him. And that is what I did. I have no idea how he ended up burned to a crisp or who killed him but I can assure you that it was neither of us."

If it wasn't the butler, then who did it? It has to be the older butler then.

"I still wish to interrogate the old man," Commissioner Randall demands. "And I will not leave this house until I do."

Ciel glares at the commissioner for a moment before looking at Sebastian. "Bring Tanaka down here, if you can. Be careful with him when bringing him downstairs. We don't want him falling and hurting himself."

Sebastian bows his head and leaves the library.

After five minutes, Sebastian returns to the library with the old man Tanaka...in a wheelchair. Commissioner Randall stares at the old Japanese man in shock. The old man is white-haired with round-framed glasses and wrinkly face. And he looks feeble and tired.

"Sir Randall, this is my father's previous butler, Tanaka Shino," Ciel says sternly, "If you really believe that he is a suspect to Lord Damiano's death, go ahead and ask him. You'll see that he really can't tell you anything."

"...No. No, I think I have everything I need. Forgive me, Lord Phantomhive." The commissioner looks down in shame. Darn, that wicked brat.

"I know it wasn't. You were only doing your job," he says, "Sebastian, take Tanaka to the kitchen with the other servants. It's almost lunchtime."

Sebastian nods his head and takes Tanaka out of the library. Wanting to leave now, Commissioner Randall stands from his seat. He can no longer stand being defied, humiliated and talked down to by a thirteen-year-old brat who believes he is above Scotland Yard. He will not have it.

"I shall continue my investigation at the station then. I shall return if Abberline and I have any leads." He puts on his top hat before bowing his head. "Good day, my lord."

Ciel nods and sips his tea. "Good day."

With that, the commissioner leaves. He still suspects that one of the servants committed the murderer, the main suspects being the butler and the housemaid. In his head, the Chinese are tricksters and extremely clever, clever enough to commit a crime and get away with it.

The three servants sit around the dinner table, all of them looking and feeling anxious. Mey-Rin rests her head on the table, sighing. Finnian is rocking back and forth nervously. Baldroy is still smoking his cigarette. And Tanaka...is just sipping tea and being...Tanaka. What will happen to them? Will they be going to jail either way? This can't be happening. Finnian doesn't belong behind bars. He's too sensitive. He despises closed spaces. Baldroy could care less about going to jail because he knows that none of them did it. He's willing to take the fall. Mey-Rin is willing to do so as well but she can't let Commissioner Randall arrest Finnian as well.

"Are we all going to prison?" Finnian asks worriedly.

Baldroy sighs and presses the burnt cigarette on the ashtray. "No one is going to prison, ya hear? The commissioner was only here to interrogate us."

"He seems like he was looking for someone to blame for Lord Damiano's death though," Mey-Rin points out.

"Look, we all wanted to beat the shit out of that bastard but it wasn't our position to snuff him out without the master's orders and since he didn't give the order, we didn't do it. If it were that way, we would have let the master know," he says.

"But they found Lord Damiano burned to a crisp and Finnian's shears lodged in his throat," she argues.

"And you think Finnian and I did that?"

"No. I don't think it was you but Commissioner Randall sure thinks it was one of you."

"But we didn't do anything wrong," Finnian sniffles, wiping his tears from his eyes.

Mey-Rin hugs Finnian in comfort, petting his head. All this nasty talk is upsetting him. "It's all right, Finny. We all know it wasn't you or Bard."

Baldroy pats his shoulder. "Yeah. That commissioner is just trying to scare the shit out of us. But don't worry. He ain't gonna touch a hair on your head."

"Then I suggest you all behave the next time we have Scotland Yard visiting us." Sebastian enters the room with the young master. The three servants stand up and bow their heads.

"Listen up, everyone. We, as Baldroy says, dodged a bullet this time but that doesn't mean we're clear from suspicion. Scotland Yard will return to continue the investigation so I suggest for all of you to be cautious" Ciel announces, "We are all worried of what Scotland Yard will do but know this. I know none of you killed Lord Damiano. But I will advise you all to stay alert and not do anything that will have Commissioner Randall raise suspicions. He will look for reasons to arrest one of you...or all of you. I will take care of the problem. In the meantime, I need you all to calm down and prepare for next week's ball. We do not want to have a scandal like this affecting our guests. Do you understand?"

The three servants bow their heads. "Yes, master!"

"Hohoho," Tanaka simply chuckles as he sips his tea.

Ciel continues working behind his desk, creating new designs for the Funtom Company's toy shop. He thinks of making a train looking an exact miniature replica of the Orient Express, a very popular train with an extensive line, going from London all the way to Istanbul. He smiles a little, remembering how his father promised him and his brother that they would travel all over Europe. Calais. Paris. Strasbourg. Vienna. Milan. Venice. Budapest. Bucharest. Athens. And finally Istanbul, the train's final destination before returning all the way here to London.

He sighs to himself, knowing that he might never take the Orient Express and neither will a few poor people. That's why he's making these realistic designs of the Orient Express. To make the children who never seen a train in their lives happy. They will have one in their hands and feel like they're really there even when it's not even close to the real thing.

He hears a knock on the door but continues working. "Come in."

Sebastian enters the study with the tray in his hands. "I brought you some fresh raspberry parfait and some mint tea to freshen you up after a long stressful morning meeting with Commissioner Randall." He puts the cold parfait on the desk as well as the steaming cup of tea.

Ciel simply sighs and puts the pencil down, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Bloody Randall. Always such a pest."

"If you wish for me to get rid of him for you, just say so and I'll dispose of him like the rat he is," Sebastian says.

Ciel shakes his head, however, saying no. "I think I prefer if you didn't. As much as I despise him, he's not worth killing over. As I said before, he is only doing his job. Is it a cruel way of doing his job? Yes, it is. But it's still his job. Besides, I wouldn't want the rest of Scotland Yard breathing down my neck because their commissioner dies under mysterious circumstances. We all know they will put the blame on me and we don't want anymore trouble. For now, we'll stay out of his way and continue our own duties. His duty is to Scotland Yard and my duty is to the queen."

"Very well, my lord. Speaking of trouble, master, what should we do about Mey-Rin?" Sebastian asks and Ciel looks at him. "She entered the forest and discovered the body. She knows that one of us killed Lord Damiano."

Ciel sighs. Indeed. Mey-Rin discovering Damiano De Martinis' body has been the cause of all this trouble. But he isn't sure what to do about it. He could simply fire her. But that would be inconvenient as well. Getting rid of her won't get rid of the problem either. It will simply stir up more controversy. The maid who discovered the murdered Damiano De Martinis at Phantomhive Manor getting fired or mysteriously disappearing will have the entire press pouncing on him like hungry dogs and his reputation would be ruined.

"For now, we will do nothing," he says, making his decision, "If she hasn't said anything during the interrogation, it's because she's protecting the others. Let her believe that one of us did it. As long as she didn't find the other bodies, we shall be fine. As an order, you will not do anything to her unless I order you. Do you understand?"

Sebastian sighs, his eyes blood red, and bows his head. "Yes, my young lord."

"And Sebastian..."

"Yes, young master?"

"I know you were tempted in showing yourself to Randall. Never do that unless I order you to."

Sebastian chuckles darkly. "I thought you would have found it amusing, young master. But if that's what you wish, I shall cease my attempts. For the time-being."

Yes, Commissioner Randall in this story is somewhat racist. Or completely racist.

And if you guys want to make a joke on Damiano's surname, be my guest. I've been laughing for a little while as well.