*peeks from around the corner* heheh...hi there ^-^; yeah, i realize that is been about 2 months since my last update *gulp* but ive been oober busy and occupied with school and other stuff and, welll, havent felt very humorous for a while...but now im back and ready to finish this story for you! 8D i realy hope this chapter is likeable. please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: if i did, there would be YAOI warnings eeevveerrryyywheerrreeeee ;D but i dont so there are none. *sigh*

Chapter 6: Can't go without a date

Kyo P.O.V

This was like pulling teeth. Earlier, I had decided that after dinner I was going to muster up the courage and re-ask Sebastian to the ball. It was nerve-wracking as all holly hell. Especially now, since I was busy trying to find him because every time I went to ask him, he'd disappear! At this point, my nervousness was nearly gone due to frustration and lack of breath. Right now I was on the second floor, down the left-most hallway, searching room after room. Last door on this end; he has to be here, I thought, grasping the handle. I open it and look inside to find—

Nothing. He isn't here.

With an exasperated sigh, I close the door once more and turn to retreat back down the hallway. When I do turn, I nearly jumped in shock to see Sebastian standing right. In. Front. Of. Me.

"Begging your pardon," he began. "But are you lost?" I felt heat flood my face.

"N-no, I'm not. But, um, hey can you come into this room for a second?" I asked, gesturing to the door I had just looked inside. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I suppose so. May I ask why?" he asked as he opened the door for me to enter first. When we were inside, I closed the door and stood by it to make sure he couldn't disappear on me again.

"Well, you see, I have something to ask you." I started, feeling the anxiety and nervousness creep back in. he stayed silent, waiting for me to continue. I folded my hands behind my back, twiddling my fingers. "I haven't been completely honest about the dress thing from earlier. It's actually…for an upcoming ball. The only issue is; I need someone to go with. So I was, err, wondering i-if…" I bit my lip; hell with it. "I was wondering if you would be my date to the ball." I said in a rush, struggling to hold his gaze. What took me off guard was the look on his face. He looked shocked. This worried me: was he surprised? Appalled? Happy? I hope he'd said yes. If I got rejected by the only guy I would ever in my life consider asking out, I think I would die a little inside and possibly go insane.

"I'm not sure it would be the best idea in the world. The notion is taboo in many ways, Kyo." He said softly. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed hard; so that's it, then. He's basically saying no. "But," he started after a brief pause and taking a few steps forward. "If it meant seeing you in that lovely gown again," he got down on one knee and bowed before me. I took in a shaky breath. "I would be most honored to escort you to the Viscount's ball."

Ciel P.O.V

This was so utterly awkward. I was on a date. With a man. Despite being engaged. And I allowed for it to happen! Well, maybe it wasn't a date. After all, the boy had only asked me if I would like to 'go for a walk' so maybe it was simply that. A walk: right? One could only hope. And…it wasn't like I would have an issue with it if it were a date…

I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking too hard on something like this; it wasn't healthy. Yuki and I were sitting on a bench in the garden. He was staring at me with those large doe eyes and I had all to do to not blush. Just looking at him and having these strange, out-of-the-blue thoughts about him gave me such a strong sense of deja vu that it was almost sickening. I swallowed my pride and spoke up.

"I know you from somewhere. I can't tell where or why but you and I are no strangers." His head tilted to the side and his mouth formed a heartbreaking smile. My heart fluttered.

"You do, Ciel." He confirmed, taking my hand. I didn't pull away. "And, I have a question for you. I'm glad you recognize me because we do know each other. I've…been made aware of a certain ball that is being held next week. Would you do me the honor of being your escort?" my eyes widened. Was he being serious?

"I can't attend a ball with another man; that is highly taboo in upper class society." I reminded him, narrowing my eyes and trying so, so hard not to blush.

"Not if you are dressed as a lady." He whispered. Was he mad? I vowed to never dress like a lady…again.

"Y-you can't be serious." I said, appalled.

"I'm perfectly serious. Will you accept my offer?"

I forced back the blush that wanted so badly to show itself on my face. What should I say? I…I wanted to say yes. But that was wrong—so wrong…wasn't it? yes, yes it was. I felt so conflicted. What should I tell him?

Alois (P.O.V)

"La, la, la, la~ Claude, how much longer? I don't like this carriage it's bumpy!" I informed my butler. We were going to see Ciel today. I was ecstatic and all but this carriage didn't want to go any faster and it irritated me. I wanted to see him now, not later! Claude didn't say anything so I decided to pout at him: I mean who could possibly look at my pout and not want to hug me? The more I pouted, the blanker his face got: stupid Claude. I could feel the coach slow down and slowly come to a stop in front of the Phantomhive manor.

"We are here, your Highness." Claude said in monotone. I smiled excitedly.

"Yay! Claude, which way is Ciel?" I asked, stepping out of the coach.

"In the garden." He said, flatly, taking my hand to help me down. I set my feet on the ground and immediately took off in the direction of the garden. And what should greet me as I reach the rose bushes? It was my Ciel with that grey-haired boy from Japan and he was holding my Ciel's delicate little face in his hands, leaning in to try and kiss him! I puffed up my cheeks and marched over. When their faces were about a heads-width apart, I stuck my face in; receiving a kiss on both of my cheeks. I smiled. Success!

"Alois!" Ciel's cheeks puffed up and reddened instantly and the other boy just looked surprised.

"Aw, I can feel the love~" I said, draping my arms over both of their shoulders. They both brushed me off as soon as I had done so.

"What are you doing here, Trancy?" Ciel asked coldly. I frowned: how rude!

"If you must know, I came looking for a date to the Viscounts party and guess who I thought of first? Hmm? You! What do you say Ciel?" I was purposely ignoring the other boy, giving all of my attention to Ciel.

"Tch, not on your life. Besides, I…I already h-have a date…" he murmured the last part as he looked away, but I caught it anyway.

"With who? This guy?" I jerked my thumb over my shoulder to indicate the other. "Aw, but Ciel! I can be much better than this mouse over here." I glared at the other boy. Feh, he shouldn't be trying to steel my Ciel away from me!

"Alois go bother someone else!" he raised his voice at me. I frowned, feigning hurt. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Fine, meany! I'll just go find someone else to take to the ball with me and you're gonna be so jealous!" I promised, storming away. How could he refuse me like that? Once they were out of my sight, I slowed down and relaxed a bit. I looked around, finding myself somewhere I hadn't recognized. I opened my mouth to call Claude when I heard a voice: two of them, actually. I walked over to the source of the noise to find the Phantomhive gardener and…a smaller version of the Phantomhive gardener. Well isn't that interesting? It's a two-for-one! I think, gleefully.

I strut my way over there—well, more like danced over there—and announced my presence with a resounding "Ole!" they both jumped and turned to face me. They blinked a couple of times before the gardener spoke.

"Oh, Lord Trancy! What are you doing here? Are you looking for Master Ciel?" I decided to lean against a near-by statue of an angel while pretending to examine my fingernails.

"No, I am actually looking for a date to the Viscounts upcoming ball~" I say, casually. "And then I saw this cutie over here and just had to see if he would like to come with me." I looked over to the gardeners' mini duplicate and gave a sexy grin. His eyes grew to the size of saucers and before he could get a word out, the gardener interrupted.

"Actually, Momiji already has a date." He said quietly, but firmly. I stuck out my lip.

"Aw, but I want him! You will let me have him, wont you?" the mad pout turned into a hurt, puppy dog pout. As a new tactic, I grabbed hold of the arm of the one dubbed Momiji, hugging the limb to my chest. The gardener, determined as ever, grabbed hold of his other arm and hugged it to his chest, too.

"Eh!" the boy between us shrieked.

"You can't have him, Trancy! I got him first." I tugged on the arm

"I'm sure Momiji would rather be with a wealthy and well-known noble like me versus a servant!" I stuck my tongue out. The gardener gave a tug of his own.

"No, I'm sure Momiji would rather be with someone who can treat him nicely versus a rich brat!"

"And I'm sure Momiji would rather not have his arms ripped from their sockets!" cried the boy in the middle. The two of us looked at Momiji, who was having a small heart-attack, and then looked back up to glare at each other.

"This isn't going to work." I said through tightly pressed lips.

"You're right. We need to let him decide." He replied. I gave a stiff nod. The gardeners eyes softened and he looked down at Momiji. "What do you say, Momiji? Would you rather go with him or me?" The smaller boys' bright blue eyes shifted curiously between our faces, trying to decide.

Third P.O.V

Inside the mansion's kitchen, there stood the other two Phantomhive servants; Meyrin and Bard. The maid was drying off some plates while the cook was trying very hard not to attempt to cook the simmering soup with his flamethrower. It was very quiet, awkwardly so, as the two continued with their duties. That is, until one of them had an idea pop into their head.

"Hey Bard?" Meyrin asked, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah?"

"I just realized something peculiar."

The chef looked away from his soup to look at the maid who was still drying plates. "What is it?"

"Well…there are no hetero couples in this entire story. Have you noticed that?"

The cook stopped stirring, thinking on it. "Yeah, I suppose I have noticed."

"I think this story needs at least one hetero couple, don't you?"

Silence.

"Would you like to attend the Viscount's ball with me, Meyrin?" he asked, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"Why y-yes, I'd love to, Bardroy." She responded, tints of pink also gracing her cheeks.

"Awesome," Was his only response before they continued to silently finish their tasks.

i know, everyone is shocked thinking "Oh anime gods! a hetero couple? in Clash! gasping noises!"

lol but anyway, please review if you are a fan that is still reading this! it would make me smile so brightly... o3o