A Kiss To My Prince

-Jack the Ripper Arc-

Chapter VI:

Pleasure Is My Business


Title: A Kiss To My Prince

Summary: After an incident with all the right intentions goes awry. Will Yuri be able to hand the consequences? Yuri wakes up 125 years back in past in Ciel's bed. Stuck in 1887, she helps Ciel and Sebastian to complete their mission as Queen's "guard dog" and also along the way, everyone who has become involved with her, has somehow gained an emotion they had once lost

Pairing: Sebastian x OC x Ciel with Claude x OC x Alois!


"My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home."


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Yayyy finally! JACK THE RIPPER ARC IS HERE! This is one of my favourite arc next to the Ship Voyage Arc which I am sure you WILL LOVE DEFO!

So I decide to blend in some anime character *Wink wink hint hint with manga chapters arc and I'm sure you know who those people will be hehe.

Sorry for updating at such late times which was about 11pm here in London. I had to go to Hampton Court with my family as family outing and such, and I had such a good time! Some of rooms kind of reminds me of Ciel's houses hehe.


This chapter contains: 2nd Arc of Kuroshitsuji manga AND anime 'Jack the Ripper Arc' chapter 6/Episode 4


Today morning is chaotic. Earl Burton had brought children from the orphanage which we were hosting and after Sebastian had replaced the head we ate-which I must say, it was delicious. I seemed to crave sweets and meats when I'm about to do magic day (Or more like shit-is-about-to-happen. I don't know why tampon/period pad commercial has people smiling and jumping about; wouldn't it be more suitable if those people had saw and start to cut things down?)

Now in the big, drawing room had thirty children running with some sort of foods in their hands or mouth. It's not that I hate kids, I love them. Just my blood-related ones-joking. I'm not that evil. I had my first work experience in St Joseph school in Kingston, London and I had year one (Kindergarten) and they were absolutely a doll.

"Miss! Miss! Can you tells us a story?" A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes-so jealous, who was about five held up a book. Oh! I noticed, it was one of my favourite.

"OK!" I took the book and start reading.


"Did you prepared everything as I have told you?" Ciel asked while heading to the drawing room he had left me there and somehow, he was worried. Not me, but for the children. God knows what was in her head! He thought.

"Yes, Master. I have packaged all thirty one Funtom toys as you have instructed" Sebastian replied, following behind his contractee closely.

"Goo-" He don't know what to expect as he stepped into the room.

"―At the swing of wizard Zykenfield's sword, the soilders' heads flew off spraying blood. The war field became stained in blood as the solider searched for their detached limbs while moaning in pain. Zykenfield shouted, 'Kill everyone. Kill every living soul. Stab the enemy's heart with swords of revenge. Take out their hearts and eat them'" I closed the book.(1)

"..."

Ciel felt his eyebrow twitch.

Traumatised look on the young children's face, their mouth all wide open, some with tears or hiccups while other looked fascinated. Ciel quickly looked at Sebastian, who understood and called the children, "Now, here, here. We thank you for coming here and as a gift, Earl Phantomhive has prepared you a special gifts" They snapped out from their shocked state as they followed Sebastian excitedly, discussing with each other what could it be.

Ciel, sighed and sat next to me, taking the book and reading it, "...You really had to read this book to children?"

"Ah, it was the children who came to me with a book. I have to say, that girl has a fantastic taste." I said, taking the book from him and continued reading. Ciel stared while bringing one of his leg up to his chest, other left dangled and his face resting on his fisted hand in which his arm leaned against the loveseat's arm.

It was about five pages after did I noticed his unmoving state-thinking it was from the story I told the kids, "Look, they'll probably forget it. I mean, well, no, it's pretty tough to tell your average 9 year old from your average psychopath. Children are still forming their sense of ethics at this age. Like I said, they're basically sociopaths. You won't be able to diagnose them until they are 18."

"Yuri.." There was a tugging feeling on my dress and looked down to respond to the timid voice that called my name. It was Abbie.

She wordlessly stretched her arms toward me and bending down, picked up the five year old girl. She's a shy one who seemed to not fit in with many other kids, I noted, but attached to those who opened up to her.

Then she held up a flower, "Look what I found, Yuri. A flower."

I gasped, "It's pretty. Is it for me? Can I take it?" She nodded and I took the flower from her tiny hand into mine, "Thank you, Abbie." She kissed my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder as I slowly rocked soothingly.

"You like children?" Ciel asked with wonder.

"Kind of." I said, "They are really cute but they require so much energy."

"Answer yes or no." He sighed at my answer with disapproval, "It's confusing."

"You're such a simpleton." I shook my head, Ciel looked taken back and shoot me a look to elaborate further, "Why is everything black or white with you? It's not as simple as like or dislike. It could be kind of like or kind of dislike. There's plenty of gray areas."

He stayed quiet. Still staring at my face. Was there something on my face? I brought my hands to my face and start rubbing out whatever he was staring.

Then he did most unthinkable (and unimaginable): he brought himself up before giving me a kiss on my cheek. Abruptly, he stood up and left; his body rigidly walking away as my mouth gaped open.

"Yuri, is he your husband?" Abbie asked innocently.

"Oh, my God, where did you learn that?!" I spattered in horror as if she just asked about the 18+ birds and the bees. My cheeks felt heated and realised I was blushing furiously.


Look of irritation (more like fed up, bored and disgusting) appeared onto the young Earl's face as Sebastian dumped stacks of bounded letters onto the desk. I sat cross legged on the front of his desk ― something Ciel disapproved, saying it is a male posture but I told him to 'mind your own business' in a nice way (not really).

Today, I wore geometric-pattern chiffon-hem sleeveless cotton dress while Ciel a green suit with pinstripes. I decided to tie my hair into ponytail since the weather was getting more hotter and hotter.

I was still in deep thought about that kiss on the cheek. Maybe it was as a way of saying thank you? Pff. He was Ciel Phantomhive, he has too much pride to say that. I glanced at him, he seemed quite forgotten what he had done.

Men. Making you wait is men, the one waiting is women. There's only one person that seems to worry-I mean, I never been in love or relationship, but my friends has and let me tell you. Tagged, Facebook, Internet, she fell in love with this Portugal guy and it wasn't pretty.

I mean, I never been in relationship but I seemed to be more insightful and know what men thinks (As long as they are not involved with me. I don't know what Sebastian and Ciel and others think about me) so she come to me for love advices and then I only get to see the bad side and the fact that she said she's going to give up guys/love for good and she will live with me. I'm gonna be the one who suffers.

"Young master, these are the letters we received today." Sebastian informed with usual cheerful smile.

"It is the social season again. These people really have nothing to do. They spend the whole day hosting meaningless balls, courting and dancing...London's lifestyle is so dull" Ciel complained.

I laughed, "Wait until what we do everyday! London in my time, lifestyle is never dull" I reminisce the life of night in London. Noisy nightclubs, people night-shopping, drunk teenagers, some dramas, and some really good girls fight on Facebook and Twitter-best thing about girls fight, you hear the whole story while the fight is going on.

"I am sure it is 'never dull' in your time...the Earl of Warwick, the Baron of Bath, the Countess of Cardolan-" Ciel muttered as he tossed out letters carelessly, after all the things he saw ― her behaviour, manners, speech ― he had a pretty good imagination on what future will be like.

While Sebastian went out to take care of other necessities, I came in with trays containing snacks, tea and china cups.

"Have you ever seen either of these two people?" He showed me the newspaper in bored fashion.

"Never seen those married couple." I said.

"I didn't say they were married."

"It's obvious." I revealed, "Look at the way he's clenching her hand with both of his and leaning toward her. And see how she's twisting away presenting herself to the wealthy alpha male? She's insensitive; he insecure. That's a setup for matrimony, not passion. She wants the dominant male to choose her so she can stop being dominant."

Ciel stared at me as if he was seeing me for the first time with shining bemusement in his eyes and smirk, "You're very good. You could work for me."

"You want to be my boss?" I joked light-heartedly, knowing he meant it as worker in his legal business.

"You never know. We both might learn something."

"Oh, I'm sure of that." I put the tray down on the table, dragged a chair and took a seat across him, "Why do you think I selected china and table linens?"

"You like fine things."

"Or maybe I knew you'd like them." I suggested, "Same way I know you enjoy most of the superficial trappings of civilization."

"I'm that obvious, huh?" He chuckled as I poured the tea into the china and handed it to him.

"Only because you try not to be." I said, "You spend your life uncovering what goes on beneath the surface of civility and acceptable behavior. So it's a release for you to indulge in something like high tea when it seems, if only for a moment, the world really is civilized."

Ciel stayed silent as I continued, "The most telling thing about anyone is what scares them. And I know what you fear more than anything, Ciel."

"Which is?"

"Being known." I revealed, "You can't accept that I might know what you really desire, because that would mean that I know you. Something, for whatever reason, you spend your entire life making sure no one else does.

"Yuri, you're an anthropologist."

I simply smiled, "More tea?"

His hand stopped when he saw the familiar symbol stamped in enclosed letter.


England's summers are very short. It's the hottest from May to August. People call it "The Season" Aristocrats from all over the world are invited to London for many social events.

Stairs were pulled out from under the carriage as Sebastian opened the door for his master and me, "Young Master, it is been awhile since you last went out, isn't it?" Ciel gripped his top hat, "I couldn't careless who sent that letter...I hate going to crowded places."

For public and 'special event', I was now painfully stuffed into this tight, skin trapping dress. Although it looked good on me and made it look my body was thinner than it was however was literally crushing my organs. Now I know what it feels like to be crushed to death.

The morning today was chaos, I thought as I smoothed my sore throat from all the screaming. Certainly, the servants got the wrong idea that behind my door, me and Sebastian was 'up to something' aka tryst. Sebastian only explained it with a smile which ended up with me going to the library in the manor to look up the words and I was proper embarrassed. Ugh, who uses words like that? Well, 19th Century people and since I am in 19th Century it would be perfectly normal but seriously, Sebastian could have just said sex or journey between two people etc.

"But maybe being away from the mansion is okay too, for a change." Ciel said, walking inside the room covered with famous black and white stripes and checker pattern room which was popular in 19th Century.

"Isn't it much more peaceful without those four by your side?" Sebastian asked. Creating the said group's face in our head. I'm sure Sebastian is more happier than Ciel, being away from the servants.

Ciel looked at me, "Well, you are not as talkative as you normally are."

"...This corset is killing me. Don't talk to me. I think I need to go to the hospital." I muttered. Sentences just coming out of my mouth in unrecognisable mutter. Ciel sweatdropped.

As Sebastian opened the door to the sitting room, we halted at the scene. The once clean and furnished room was now in unrecognisable mess as if hurricane had come and swept things all over the places, bottles were on the floor, cupboards and anything operable was either open or broken, nicely prepared cutlery now all over the floor, every nooks and cranny once hidden was now wide open. It reminded me of a house that has been burglarised only the 'thieves' was still there searching:

"Geez, where did they put the tea leaves in this house?" Madame Red complained, carelessly tossing pieces of papers now all over the room and air behind her. Lau, who was kneeling as he looked into traditional looking vase, "I can't find them either."

Behind them was nervously shivering man quietly sitting on the chair- only thing that seemed to be untouched by their destructive hands. Grell, I recognised. He was one of my favourite character (for his comical relief) but his obsession with being a girl born in the wrong body and Sebastian kinda freaked me out.

"Madam Red? Lau? What are you doing here?" Ciel demanded, shocked to see his townhouse utterly destroyed.

The guests stopped, halfway of searching for tea bags.

"Ah, he came back so quickly." Madame Red noted disappointedly. Would the house still be standing if we hadn't gotten here sooner?

"Since my cute little nephew is in London, how could I not come visit you while I'm here?" The red-haired Baroness gave a sly smile.

Lau also gave his smile. "Hey, Earl. I've heard that many interesting things happen here." Lau commented before walking towards me, taking my hand in his, "But overall, I have come to see my beautiful Luoyan(2)" My face looked puzzled before quickly replacing it with a smile not to look rude. I don't know lot about Chinese history or cultures, hell I don't even know the name of the current president of South Korea right now but that it was a woman.

"Thank you very much." I thanked. I was almost surprised when Ciel harshly took my hand from Lau's and pulled me to seat next to him. To Madame Red, the gesture did not go unnoticed.

We now sat in the rearranged sitting room after Sebastian had put an end to the destruction by finding the tea leaves.. The long coffee table held delicious and sweet pastries and tea cups. Sebastian poured tea into Madam Red's cup as she breathe in the aroma of it.

"This aroma is nice.." She commented, "What a unique way of steeping."

"Today's tea is a Jackson's 'Earl Grey'." Sebastian smiled, afterall it was his job as a butler to treat guests fair in the name of Phantomhive.

She took a small sip and her eyes widened, impressed. "It is the same kind of tea, but yet the way you make it makes such a difference-" she noted with surprise before noting to the bleak looking butler behind her. "Grell, you should follow his example."

"Anyway" Madam Red was saying as Sebastian glanced at Grell with moment of suspicion. She reached behind him and fondled his backside, startling him. "No matter what, everytime I see you, you're still so handsome...why don't you simply quite working here and come and serve me!" This action almost caused Sebastian to lose the balance of his tea tray, almost.

Ciel coughed, tea chocking in his throat. Why was he always surrounded by such inappropriate people? He thought, looking back at me-I glared with a message 'Don't you dare go there', I have a grasp on what he was thinking, and then his aunt.

"Madam Red!" He scolded before collecting himself to serious expression, "Let's talk seriously now...I've heard about the case of prostitutes being murdered in Whitechapel."

"You mean what's been on the news nonstop lately? I know of it. However...what are you planning?" Huh? Was it Jack the Ripper arc already? Nonstop on the news? What news? From the look I was being given by Ciel, Madam Red, Lau and Sebastian, I had a feeling it was a big cause. I mean, yea it is. It's JACK THE RIPPER we are talking about here. But I have never heard it was on the news already.

It was probably I don't read or watch news. I mean that's what gossips and The Sun magazine was for! But no, I don't watch any news. I didn't know there was BBC news until last year or the fact my home was attacked by North Korea until my friend called me like 7am to ask if I was alright. I mean, duh! I was in UK not Korea.

I thought I was being punk'd. Again. And then there was Twitter, Facebook, news crisis and I was 'Oh...it's real...'

Moving on.

Lau's grin deepened although he made no other actions other than 24/7 grinning "But…there must be something more to it since you're here."

"Yes. This is no simple murder. It is psychotic…better yet, abnormal. That's what concerns her." Ciel must be referring to the Queen

Sebastian answered. "The victim Mary Ann Nichols…was ripped to shreds with a sort of specialized cutting instrument. The wounds looked like they were from some kind of sharp tool, using quick cuts, with a painful death"

"The police and other prostitutes call the murderer..-"

"'One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century.'" Unconditionally I said my thought loud and they looked at me in bizarre look, "―Jack the Ripper!" I shouted, finishing the sentence for him. I hope they wouldn't think anymore than just a random thought. It was a quote from Jack the Ripper in one of his supposed sent letters.

Yay, my most favourite case in the history! Afterall, I watched the film 'From Hell', featuring Johnny Depp which I must say was proper sad but I was laughing the whole way through the film. I think that scared my mum.

Lau nodded, "Well, Miss Yuri, you heard about the case after all." then raising his cup to his lips. "And I too am very curious to see what the queen's watchdog will sniff out. However…" He set his cup down, and raised himself from the seat. "…Have you the courage to gaze upon the scene of the crime?"

Ciel leaned back, nonchalant. "..What do you mean?"

The Chinese man began walking towards Ciel. "I smiled a wild beast at the crime scene. This murder is definitely an abnormal madman. Are you prepared for that, Earl Phantomhive?" Lau than raised his hand to Ciel's cheeck.

"I am here to eliminate the source of her distress. Do not waste my time with your worthless questions."

Lau, satisfied, "...Not bad. That look in your eyes is good."

"Crime scene? Really, can we go there?" I said.

This earn another 'crazy weirdo' looks from the groups. I had a feeling they were in some same line of, 'A woman? In the horrendous crime scene? Bring in the fainting chair!'

Madame Red looked at Lau, "Do you know where this crime scene is?" Well, the victim is Mary Ann Nichols, wait-where was she found...'she was found lying on the ground in front of a gated stable entrance in Buck's Row.' I recited the information I remember reading.

"Buck's Row" I said.

Ciel and Sebastian looked at me before at each other, "...Do you really want to do this?"

"Ah, duh!" If I do ever get back home, I am so going to Amy (Another friend of mine who shares same obsession of horror films and such with me) that I saw Jack the Ripper and the crime scene in first point of view. Also, I don't have to write any more essay because, it brought back 'traumatising' memories-Miss probably gonna give me 2 month detention for lame excuse.

"Duh!" They tilted their heads in confusion. Oh right, the word 'duh' was invented in 1963.

"It means 'yes' with sarcasm"

"Ah" They nodded, understood.


The coach ride was awkward because I was trapped in between Ciel and Lau who was silent and tense. My eyes downcast and far away. The young Chinese man twirled his finger around my long strand of hair that laid over my arm absent-mindedly.

Sebastian watched us from across the small space which I might point out he looked scared. Little bit stiff. I mean I would be with all those perverse stares he got from Madam Red and Grell-who tried not to get caught.

Sebastian would soon come to forget all the stares and touches he got from Madam Red because as he watched me letting Lau play with my hair almost boredly.

We soon arrived at the crime scene leaving the coach with Grell and the coachman, alerting other murmuring bystanders as they saw our clothes ― which stuck out like a sore thumb ― out of dull, ragged clothed inhabitants. The Scotland Yards were trying to do its best to prevent anyone coming near and our presence seemed to have worsened it. Several detectives and particularly Arthur Randall who looked not happy at our appearances.

Ciel flinched, bringing his hand to his mouth from sudden nausea coming over. Despite many years of underground works that involved killing and such, he never liked nor still used to any of this. Those smell of deaths that surrounded him ever since he was 10. He never enjoyed or liked those things.

Madam Red seemed more calmer, since she was a doctor, this sort of things she was used to but the look in her eyes told me, like most serial killers, she got release over revisiting the crime scene and looking at the work she and her partner in crime had done.

Lau, who was smiling as usual but seemed to be more focused on my reaction while Sebastian held same interest although his expression was nonchalant.

The detective, I came to know as James Bradley spoke first, clearing his throat, "Hello, Earl Phantomhive, Mr Sebastian, Mr Lau and Miss..?"

"Yuri." I greeted.

"Nice to meet you." He nodded before reporting, "To the case, we may think it is the other prostitutes who kills. Many prostitutes usually kill for money, drugs. I have interviewed with some of her associate and they tells me she have histories of assaulting some of her..um...clients also, we will need to interview the brothel she apparently been working in."

I saw the clothes that was not able to be covered with the white blanket and her clothes. She was the highest paid prostitutes in the Whitechapel apparently and certainly her clothes was something more than she could afford.

"How much was she paid?" I interrupted, earning another weird glances from bystanders and the trio.

"Excuse me?"

"How much was she paid? For sex." James looked shocked at my language and seemed to need the fainting chair more than I do, along with the gapers who although used those words, they never heard from a lady from higher social class.

"..Um" He blushed and cleared his throat awkwardly as he scrambled through his notebook, "£2"

"If what you said was true than the way she's behaving she's only hurting herself." I explained. This earned a curious look from other prostitutes.

"And why is that?" Arthur finally spoke. He really was looking for chance to get me off-guard, wasn't he?

"An escort's client list is the most important investment she has. It's her daily income and her retirement package when she sells the list." I explained.

"So she isn't working with in a...brothel, is she?" I shook my head. "No Madam would allow an escort to harass their clientele."

"What about the …uhm… type of work employees do? …uhm… We're sort of operating under the assumption that this …uhm…she was perhaps…uhm… killed because she wouldn't…uhm…perform a spe… specific… act." It was heart wrenching to watch him squirm like that. So naive.

"What did you have in mind, sweetie?" They noticed I was suddenly much more maternal than a minute ago.

"I don't even… I don't know…"

"If I may, I think you're looking at this all wrong. Start with this question: why would a man pay a woman that amount?" I asked. Ciel, Sebastian, Lau and Madam Red listened with interest while other prostitutes seemed to connect with my thesis.

"It's not for sex" I revealed. Few people seemed to fidget at another very straight forward word.

"Of course you gotta be good in bed to be successful, but that's the easy part." Judging by my latest conquests they wasn't so sure of that.

"What's the difficult part?" James asked, writing down few pin points.

"What men want, more than the no-strings-attached-sex, is a therapist. Someone who will absorb the worst part of their personalities. Their fears and their insecurities. Everything they can't take home to their wife." Because alpha-males don't get to be insecure. Heterosexual couples made their lives so complicated with all these rules and role models. It was pitiful.

"That's what a Madam should groom girls to do. How to talk to these men. How to listen. Don't get me wrong. Deviancy comes with the territory. I can't tell you how many men need to be submissive as an outlet from their extremely stressful jobs. I can tell you, that if the sex was the reason she was killed, she would have been long before she charged £2."

This seemed to earn a little respect from the prostitutes. Their eyes shined that for once, their job was considered more...important and respectable from the way I portrayed them. But mostly, they remembered to memorise what I said. To listen. To talk to those men.

"So it isn't how these women acted...um... in bed, it's how they act out of it." I nodded.

I then turned my attention to the fallen body was covered in a dirty, white blanket which bear dried blood. I walked toward and lifted the blanket with my gloved hands. People gasped including the trio who shuffled back a bit. Just what were 21st Century women taught and act that they were able to act this...normal in front of a dead body?

Hmm...not much different from the movies, isn't she? I mean the blood and guts effect.

"Maybe, they killed these women because they were more accessible?" Arthur commented more coldly. In other word, because they were a mere prostitutes. Well, if he were to be in 21st Century, he sure would get a hell of a beat from feminist.

"Mr Randall, in place where I come from, there is a quote 'The prostitute is not, as claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture.'" I retorted. In other word, women were the one who was in control. Not men as they seemed to think.

The said person gave me a glare and in return he received a few glares from other prostitutes themselves and a look of respect toward me. Hey, call me feminist or whatever, but let's face it, if any women was in 19th Century, they would turn into one in a second. I stared at the dead escort in sadness. It was their job that made them one of high risk victims.

Then, Arthur Randall spoke again, "It is a very admirable quote, Miss Yuri however, it would be best if we now take the body to the Undertaker? Afterall, streets need to be cleaned."

I nodded.

"Mr Bradley, please make sure the printing press print this out on their newspaper as soon as possible. There may be some people who have seen this person: The Ripper is a disorganized, paranoid killer. He is a white male in his late 20s to early 30s" I waited for him to write it down and I also made sure I presented this profile to the bystanders who listened with fascination. I knew, criminology and profiling was still at its infancy stage-the first known was the medical officer, Thomas Bond who was famously associated with Jack the Ripper case.

"Who was raised in a household marked by a passive or absent father and a dominant mother who may also have been promiscuous and/or an alcoholic. He later became an introverted, antisocial loner who set fires and tortured animals as an outlet for his anger. At the time of the murders, he would have been calm, quiet, and and inconspicuous." I paused for a moment as James scribed down furiously with awe in his eyes.

"If he has a job, he would have chosen one in which he could pursue his interests, such as a morgue worker, butcher, mortician's assistant, low-ranking hospital staff, etc (the way the Ripper cut out organs from his victims suggests some anatomical knowledge)." Paused again.

"The times of the murders indicate that he would have had days off on certain weekends and holidays and could come and go from his home as he pleased without anyone noticing. He is also probably neither married nor involved in any committed relationship, the majority of his association with women having most likely been prostitutes." Ciel, Sebastian, Lau and Madam Red was thoroughly impressed. So did the three police officers who never knew a woman of this intelligence.

"He may has some physical defect that made him feel inadequate or unattractive. Because of a negative self-image, he displayed paranoid traits and carried one or more knives for self-defense purposes. Prior to the murders, he may have visited pubs and drunk in order to relieve himself of some tension. He may also have been seen wandering on the streets looking for potential victims. It is possible that he was at one point interviewed or questioned by the police." I finished.


As we waited for the coach to arrive at the intended place, Sebastian asked, "Miss Yuri, those description you gave out...I am quite surprised at the vast knowledge you have on forensic science."

"Well, if you look at the victim and the way they were killed, you can sense what kind of a person the murderers is." I explained, leaning my head against Lau's shoulder who seemed more than happy to lend his, "Oh, and I lied."

This surprised the groups, "You mean, the profiling you gave is fake?" Sebastian asked.

"Half. Some. I only did it so people won't get in Ciel's way. That Mr Randall, he is an ambitious person who is dedicated to his job. Ciel's job is rather opposite and goes against his moral codes." Ciel nodded in approval. I seemed to surprised him often, from my careless personality to a more serious, intelligent side.

"Well then, what is the real profiling?" The demonic butler asked.

I grinned, "I'll tell you when we get there."

My heart was thumping with excitement and happiness. I mean, Undertaker was one of my favourite character out of Kuroshitsuji manga!

We now in front of an old, wonky looking building. The place looked abandon from the condition it was in-kind of reminds me those haunted houses you see in scary films. The grey stone wall was covered with cracks and many spots of dirt.

Two gravestones laid out next to the entrance along with a large filthy coffin covered with spider webs. A cracking sign laid above in not so straight manner, a skull craved from the white stone, and the name of the business, UNDERTAKER, was craved in large letters.

"…Where are we?" Lau finished. Always the quiet ones.

Madam Red began yelling at him, "Do you only speak English and not read it?" From my films experience, it was always the cheery, easy-going and smiling people who were the scary villains.

He opened his mouth, but Sebastian cut him off.

"The young master's acquaintance is an Undertaker."

"An Undertaker?" Madam Red asked, surprised.

As we walked in, my eyes roamed across the room. The inside was dark despite it was dimly lit by the various candles that were placed around the room. Coffins littered the area and on shelves were books and labelled jars that held items you would see in science lab or during dissection. Ciel looked around for the owner, seeming slightly disquiet and more on-guard than usual. Well, Undertaker did had timing to pop out of nowhere.

"Are you in Undertaker?"

His trademark laugh came from one of odd positioned coffin. I opened the door like I would to a hiding child, "Found you!"

Undertaker walked out, "Oh my, a beautiful lady in this humble place. Not to mention it is a quite dark place for a lady." Madam Red, Lau, and Grell were shock still from fright, trembling as they stared at the man. Ciel blanched a bit while Sebastian shook his head in disapproval.

"Has your Lordship finally decided to step into the coffin I made especially for you?"

"Really? Ciel has a future coffin? Can you make me one? I always wanted to know how it felt to be in the coffin." I touched the material, it was soft, cushiony and bouncy.

"I always wanted to have a pink coffin." Now they were really freaked out excluding Undertaker and Sebastian (sort of). Undertaker was happy he finally found his match-someone who understand his taste!

"Why! What a wonderful person you brought to my home, Earl! She's certainly a different...shall I say, pawns."

Ciel narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

"Oh, I'm not a pawn." I said, "I'm his frenemies!" Confused look plastered on their faces.

"It's a word play with friend and enemy. Someone who is a friend but they sometimes bicker and fight." I explained.

"Hm, what a ingenious word you make Miss Yuri" Lau commented. I smiled at him as a thank.

The Undertaker turned away, walking towards the back. "Then let's have a chat. I'll make some tea or something." He said, waving around him. "Please take a seat first, I'll go make tea"

SIT WHERE―? was their thoughts at that very time.

I sat on top of a coffin, it was quite comfortable, of course, this 19th Century people wasn't as adaptable as we 21st Century people is.

I mean have you seen our faces when we hear sales in River Island. Once calm and kind people they turn into some savage. I nearly got killed by my own mum ― yes people, by the woman who gave birth to me. Was she trying to justify 'What I started, I must end' quote or something? Who took the last skirt, which I grabbed onto first by the way before I was literally flung toward the mirror. That woman.

It took some time but they managed to situated themselves with whatever object other than coffins they could find, he began to speak.

"You want to hear about Jack the Ripper?" He removed what looked like a bone shaped cookie from the urn. "Everyone's been scared of this disturbance" He bit into the cookie. "But this isn't the first time I've had a client like that."

I nodded in approval as I chewed the cookie, "Oh my God. This cookie is amazing. What is it? Like a cinnamon, no-more like apple...apple cheese? No, definitely cinnamon..maybe cheese..." Ciel had an urge to facepalm as I continued to chew while seating on a coffin nonetheless.

He felt fear of what to come in future 21st Century.

"Why, thank you Miss Yuri. It is cinnamon" He said, confirming my suspicion.

"Not the first time?" Madam Red echoed, "What do you mean?"

The Undertaker continued to chomp on his cookies. "It is happened before, a case where prostitutes were killed." He held out vase with a cross "Fancy a biscuit, Milord?" Ciel shook his head a polite No thanks, looking sickly and pale as he peered at the cookies.

"In fact, the way they were killed was very similar too. But in the beginning, the police didn't think much of these cases. Though the murdered prostitutes all had something in common"

Oh, I knew where this was going.

"Well, what could it be?" He questioned, "Whatever could it be? Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I see. That's how it is." Lau spoke up suddenly, looking at the man. "You're very good at doing business, undertaker. How much do you want for the information?"

"How much?" The odd man repeated, walking quickly towards Lau and leaning over him. "I do not desire a single one of the Queen's coins!" He turned then to Ciel, who looked as if he was about to faint, stroking his face. "Show me a 'first rate laugh' if you do, no matter what you want to know, I'll tell you...!" He then started to moan with pleasure at the thought of whatever it was he was talking about.

"Fu..Earl, if that's the case, let me handle this. The sleeping tiger of the Shanghai new year's party, also referred to as my soul. This should satisfy you!" Lau paused for dramatic affect and smiled. (A/N: Lau kind of reminds me of this kpop song called 'Shanghai Romance by Orange Caramel. Listen it's really good and the dance is very Chinese related as in like martial art with little girlyness and song is sooo nice and lyrics are so funny)

"Do you like it?" He said and was answered with nothing but silence or huh?

"It looks like he still would not talk, Lau...It can't be helped" Madam told, walking pass him. "Then I, Madam Red, a beauty of high society, shall make my appearance now. If I ask him, he'll be sure to tell us!" Suddenly, the demon covered his master's ears, "So because...turns into...! So...will also..."

I am so sorry, but 21st Century five years old can do so much better. There was this incident with my friend Chenique, her mum, aunt and her young sister-5, was in train station and let say, the mum was threatening the hobo with a broken beer bottle which she smashed against the wall, her five years old was just keep repeating 'Fuck you. Fuck you, don't you dare talk to my mum like that..'

-One hour later-

"Now, we are down to two." He smiled anticipatedly, watching us both.

"I got this." I told them, I went toward Undertaker who was smiling and expecting a joke, I did what a woman could do in this situation to get her way. A small, child-like kiss on the former death God's cheek in coy way of saying please.

Sebastian frozen at the unexpected action, it took a few moment for us to realise there was a child(?) here and although it was only G-rated, Ciel couldn't help but flush at the sight. Heavy blushes marred his face now red as an apple. Madam Red clapped at my ingenious idea while Lau feigned envious expression.

"Please?"

Undertaker froze, having been unfamiliar at such intimate gesture. As a death God, he had seen and experience many things that he considered shocking but not as quite as this. And as pleasant.

"Alright, let's go"


A/N:

(1) It is from a book called 'Liu et L'oiseau' by Catherin Louis

(2) Luoyan- literally meaning "falling wild goose" and referring to "someone beautiful enough to entice wild geese in flight to fall from the sky"

£2 IN 19TH CENTURY IS EQUIVALENT TO £111.638126 approx to now 21st Century

So here's the chapter opening for Jack the Ripper Arc!