Hi okay so i'm updating. YAY right? (Y) i can continue updating until January, where the real no-gadget-deadline starts T.T well anyways, that just means that i'll try to complete Entwined Paroxysm by January. So... expect frequent updates, but no promises coz inspiration doesnt just come like that. Anyway thank you everybody for always supporting me. Guess what? i have like 80 reviews now! i really hope i can hit 100 before i end this story. a 3 digit number will make my reviewing everybody! I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Ciel was in the study when he heard a knock on his door. He looked up, almost expectantly.

Sebastian pushed the heavy oak doors open, and rolled a teacart into the furnished room. 'It is late, Bocchan. Do you not wish to rest?'

'I can't sleep.'

'Then would Bocchan care for some hot chocolate, since you were not in the mood just now?'

Ciel glared at Sebastian, but glanced away. 'Shut up and do your work.'

Sebastian felt a smirk tug at the sides of his mouth. At least Bocchan hasn't changed his attitude. As impolite as always. 'Yes, my Lord.'

Ciel watched Sebastian fill a mug with chocolate, still steaming from the pot, and set it in front of him. The butler turned back to the cart and lifted the white cloth. An array of light appetizers stretched across the trays. The Earl's eyes widened.

'Would Bocchan prefer scones with jam, chocolate cake, raisin and nut cookies, or blueberry muffins with butterscotch?'

Ciel could not comprehend his butler's actions. He didn't know what to do. '…scones,' he stuttered, settling for the first option, deeming it the easiest.

Sebastian lobbed a scone onto the fragile plate hemmed with flowery lines of patterns and spooned jam at the side of the plate. 'Enjoy, Bocchan.'

'Yeah.' Ciel slathered jam over the scone and picked up a piece of it with the dessert fork, bringing it into his mouth.

'I suggest that Bocchan get some rest after this,' the demon bowed.

'I will decide what to do with my life. You don't interfere.'

'As you wish.' Sebastian glanced back a last time before pushing the cart out of the study, shutting the door with a soft click.

Ciel kept his gaze on the door, even long after Sebastian had left.

I just want some answers.

He turned his chair around to face the window, before he felt his eyelids grow heavier, drooping and fading his vision into black.

Ciel Phantomhive fell asleep, into an ocean of confusing dreams and scattered memories.

'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'

He was enveloped in thick, rolling fog. An endless mile of white stretched behind and in front of him. The only solid ground he could depend on was the brick path beneath his boots, and the fog blurred even that.

'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'

The ethereal echoes of the singing voice transformed the children's song into an eerie chant, and Ciel felt a shiver wind down his spine.

Where was he?

And where was Sebastian?

The lost boy wandered further to the front, and stopped when a faded black shadow approached him, slow and intimidating. His sapphire orb flashed, immediately wary, while he felt a distinct dull ache burning in his contract eye, intensifying as the silhouette grew bigger.

'London bridge is falling down…'

Ciel stared, confused. 'Who are you?' his voice was clear and composed, but there was a slight tremble in the confident tone.

The figure stopped walking, the umbrella it held twirled twice above its veiled face, and was lowered onto the ground, where it disappeared into the fog.

'Who are you?' Ciel stepped closer. 'What do you want? What are you doing here?' he paused, realizing that his questions were redundant, before settling on the one where he wanted the answer most. 'What am I doing here?'

'Ciel Phantomhive,' the voice sounded female. It sounded like a young girl. 'The Queen's watchdog.'

'And you might be?' Ciel narrowed his blue eye.

'Whom you serve,' the girl answered.

The Earl frowned and tried to step closer, but a sudden whirl of wind swept the fog away, leaving them standing in a field of black roses. The brick path had vanished. Ciel steadied himself and looked up.

The gust of chilled air had stolen the girl's veil, revealing a child in a black dress and black gloves that reached her elbow. She had flowing grey hair and stunning green eyes the shade of emerald forests, tinged with the blue-green teal of a stormy sea in winter.

The girl eyes Ciel without apprehension. 'I am Queen Victoria.'

'Your Majesty?' Ciel was stunned. 'The Queen is a… girl?'

A streak of white exploded behind the boy's eyes as he was sucked into a vortex of flashing faces and sounds.

Ciel burst into the cabin, blue eye closed with anxiety and crossed with wild desperation, panting.

'You are in quite a hurry.'

His attention was immediately drawn to the seat right at the back, beside the window, where a veiled figure wearing all black sat.

'You…You're…'

The veiled figure turned to face him. 'Ciel. It's been quite long, hasn't it?'

Ciel felt his heart start to pound as he stepped back. 'Your Majesty?'

The cabin started to shake, and the boy felt himself being lifted upwards in the small car. He was alone. With the Queen.

He watched the Queen turn to look out the window. 'Look at the view outside from here. Before the dawn of the new century, Europe will be changed. However,' the Queen looked pointedly at a part of the buildings. 'That area is stained.' She glanced at another part of the city. 'That part is stagnant.'

Ciel stared, transfixed, at the view outside, until the Queen turned back to him and pointed a gloved finger at his chest.

'And it is dirty there.'

Shocked, his eyes widened. 'What?'

'Everything will need to be destroyed. Nothing can be formed without destruction.' The Queen's voice was rising. 'For the sake of a pure new century, we have decided to wipe out the Phantomhive name, which holds all the negativity of this country.'

At her last sentence, Ciel's body stiffened, and his eye flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. 'What…?'

Ciel followed the Queen as she skipped up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. 'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…'

Here is the one I've always been searching for.

'May I ask you something?' Ciel stepped towards the Queen as she stood at the edge of the tower, gazing down.

'Yes?'

'Why didn't you just kill us? Why did you have to make it look like such a tragedy?'

'Don't say it that way, Ciel,' the Queen had a tinge of laughter in her voice. 'That was purification.'

'Purification?' Ciel was outraged. 'Do you call looking down on the deceased purification?'

'We looked down on them?' the Queen cocked her head to the side, seemingly confused.

'You did!'

'Looking down…?' Ciel watched the Queen bow her head, sincere apology lacing her voice. 'We should have at least visited their graves. The Phantomhives were such loyal servants after all.'

'What are you—'

Ciel's retort was cut off by a gust of wind. The veil covering the Queen's face swirled into the air.

As she looked up, Ciel saw a bundle of long gray hair, and tears flowing from her deep, emerald eyes.

She was a young girl.

A sound of laughter stole his attention and Ciel spun around to see a man dressed in white, like a butler, complete with lavender eyes and silver hair.

The Queen's butler sat on the ornament of the Eiffel Tower, smiling at Ciel.

Ciel was sucked into the black vortex and spat back out onto the field of black flowers, now turned white, and stained with the redness of blood.

That butler…

Ciel felt dread burdening on his chest. 'The angel…'

'Oh, you mean Ash?'

Ciel looked up at the girl, which from his memory, he knew was the Queen.

'Your Majesty…'

The girl smiled. 'It's been a long time, hasn't it, Ciel?'

And the features of the girl started to morph as her body stretched taller, and became thinner.

Ciel watched with growing horror as the figure completed its transformation.

'Isn't it, Ciel Phantomhive? It's been a couple hundred of years.' The velvet voice wrapped around Ciel and the iciness seeped into the boy's skin as he shivered.

'Ash.'

A/N: i think this is where the story actually starts. or maybe, the climax. Yup. please review! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! i really love reading your comments, they just make my day. it gives me the feeling of people actually reading my fanfic (: like you know, it doesnt make me feel like im writing for nothing. coz your reviews just keep me going, motivation to continue. (: so please REVIEW! thanks (Y) oh and btw have you seen my kuroshitsuji oneshot? it's called Ten Seconds of Lies. you can find it in my profile (: