I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is the sequel to The Bishop on the Playing Board. This will go by Kuroshitsuji II series.

WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations

PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian

MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel, Claude/Allen, Brotherly?Alois/Allen

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

Chapter 10: Zero Butler and Exorcist

Allen had a most disturbing night. As a demon, sleeping was a pleasure he took in as a human habit he could not shake off, but he no longer actually needed the sleep. His body was used again after Ciel was tucked in; Claude had stretched Allen's limits. The pleasure of sex was turning into painful using. But Allen said nothing, his mind completely tangled and freedom paralyzed from the neck down. He sat up, a yearning for the comfort of Sebastian in the back of his head, but a spell un-breaking not letting the raven anywhere into his subconscious. No matter how much he missed and wanted the raven.

He sat up, his buttocks sore and his body covered in love marks. Claude had left earlier to make breakfast and morning preparations. Allen wondered if this was his life, to be a servant to the Trancy's and to be Claude's whore forever. He wondered slightly if he made the right choice, but grumbled when the spider-web tattoo mark the side of his neck pulsate. Right, never question Claude. Claude loves you, and that's all that matters. He looked outside the window, it was a grisly foggy morning, yet it still remained beautiful.

Dressing himself in his new vulgar yet somewhat gentlemanly butler uniform, he walked out of the room slowly. He fixed his hair, brushing the white locks down and tying it in a tail neatly. He saw Claude come down the hall with a trolley of china and tea leaves. Allen immediately took over the trolley, pushing it down and following after Claude like a loyal dog.

They entered Alois's former room, now being occupied by the new replacement Trancy, Earl Ciel Phantomhive. "Good morning, young master," the two butlers greeted.

Ciel stirred awake, opening his eyes to a less than familiar room, with a less than familiar spider butler, but thankfully a familiar looking face of a faithful butler with white hair. He sniffed the aroma of freshly poured tea, "This aroma…Earl Grey?" he muttered.

Claude neared, "Yes. This morning's tea is a Mariage Frères Earl Grey Impérial," he bowed, a big smile on his face on his master. Allen bowed also, stepping a bit into the light to greet his master with a warm smile. He helped his master up, who was still in pain from last night's mind wipe. Claude continued, "It's a masterpiece of the highest order, made of only the finest leaves. I believe it's perfect for you," he said as he licked Allen's ear, shooing the teen away. Ciel glowered a bit down at Claude as Allen blushed and watched Claude daintily undress Ciel from his nightshirt.

Allen looked on the nightstand, in two separate boxes, sitting in plush were the Phantomhive and Trancy family rings. Allen remained silent, for that was Claude's request for him to be seen and not heard, only heard in bed. Claude then told Ciel of his schedule as he dressed him, "Today's schedule is a fresh field of virgin snow which no one shall be trampling on. Everything shall go exactly as you wish it, young master."

"Where is Alois?" Ciel asked, staring at his reflection in the mirror blankly.

Allen stared, stifling a chuckled as Claude overdramatically lied, "Whatever do you mean by that? Alois Trancy was felled by your sword."

Ciel glanced back, "Mine?"

Claude smirked wryly, "Does it pain you, young master?"

Ciel looked away, "He died because he was weak, that's all." He looked to Allen, expecting him to say something; he hadn't said anything all morning. Allen just stared blankly, shaking his head. "Why have you not spoken?" he asked. Allen glanced to Claude, who was shivering in ecstasy of the fine soul of Ciel.

"F-Forgive me…young master…" Allen replied in a soft voice, hoping Claude did not hear him. Allen bowed, smiling and trying to reassure the boy as was his duty. He watched Claude kneel before the Earl, he wondered what sort of thoughts he was thinking.

'Oh, the beauty of such an unwavering assertion!' Claude thought throughout the moment. 'Here is the nobility and tyranny of who has subjected others, all his life by right of birth.' Ciel sat down and placed his bare foot on a comforter, Claude easily slipped on Ciel's knee sock smoothly, buckling the straighter-belt of the sock up. Allen brushed Ciel's hair, which he left it at just brushing down the cowlicks and tying his master's eye patch on. 'Here are the legs of one who rarely walks on his own power, so slender they could hardly be steady. Smooth, soft skin…' Claude smirked, murmuring, "Bliss." Allen flinched a bit as he tied the neck-ribbon around Ciel's collar. The ex-exorcist looked out the window, kneeling the plush bed, wondering where that person was.

In the dark dank forest of shadows by the Trancy manor, Sebastian stood perfectly still and quiet, out of his master and his wife-pet's sight as he was ordered. His expression unreadable, but one could tell he was pretty displeased. He placed his gloved hand on a tree, with an easy push he snapped it in half with a large crack.

The wood's crack shattered all the way back to the manor. Ciel's gasped, hearing the sound as Allen stared longingly out the window. "What was that?" Ciel asked glancing back, a bit puzzled that Allen seemed so fixated out the outside.

Claude looked up and smiled, reassuring Ciel, "Surely nothing serious. A cat, perhaps."

"Or a bird," Allen commented softly.

"That was too loud to be a cat or a bird," Ciel said. He looked down at the spider, ordering, "Strengthen this mansion's defenses!"

"Yes, my lord," Claude said, dipping down and placing a light kiss on Ciel's foot. Allen felt a bit ill hearing someone else speak those holy words, but he remained loyal lest he would be punished by his collar strangling him around his neck.

Ciel too was disturbed by this action, in a swift movement he kicked Claude off and down away from him. "Don't be revolting!" he hissed.

Claude got up and adjusted his glasses, "Another wave of bliss!" he smirked, glancing up hungrily at Allen who remained staring outside, lying his back against Ciel's. Ciel glanced out that window where Allen was blankly staring at, he could've of swore he saw a golden fly flying past the window at breakneck pace.

Timcampy flew back from spying on the Trancy mansion to Sebastian. He stopped in front of the demon and showed the events of morning. Sebastian had broken another couple trees in anger. "Keep watch of my young master and Allen, let nothing stop you and let nothing out of your sight." He commanded the golem. Timcampy nodded, turning as and flying as fast as his little tiny golden body could away from the heated demon to continue his mission.

Allen sighed hearing all those cracks and slamming downs of trees, "Really, now." He muttered, "Your being childish."

Claude stood up, "I'll go have a look. Hannah!" he clapped his hands for the maid. "Guard the young master and Allen."

"Of course," Hannah said, entering the room, bowing. Ciel looked to Hannah, Allen finally tearing away his gaze and smiling warmly at the maid, surprising her a little.

Sebastian had torn apart the entire forest surrounding the Trancy manor in shreds. Trees littered the ground helplessly. He stood alone in the courtyard of the mansion. Claude met him calmly, "It seems a storm has come." Sebastian said nothing, his red gaze and expression poker-faced. Birds flew above in the sky, tweeting their sweet songs. A bird landed on Claude's finger, "Have no fear, little bird. The young master told it to stay out of his sight. And he's too cowardly to face Allen's disappointed eyes, or to face the face he and I have bedded already." He lightly petted the bird's soft yellow feathers. He looked up with a snide look and tone, "There's nothing it can do."

Sebastian's hand moved a little. There was a silent pregnant pause of this demon standoff. Claude kneeled down to the bush of flowers near him, "Sweetbriars, eh? Little bird, don't you think a pretty flower like this is sure to suit Allen and the young master." He took a sweetbriar and put it in his hair. Yes, it would suit my Allen and young master." Claude poured lemon juice into the salted wound.

The spider stood up again and there was another break of silence. Claude turned his back and walked slowly back to the mansion. Sebastian said nothing but stared, his hands clenched into fists, his shadow growing and glowing ominous aura.

Also, Sebastian was being stalked at the moment.

"Oh, it's too much!" Grell swooned without a sound. He was using the camera from the Turner escapade. Grell snapped another photo of Sebastian in his furious stiff state. "He's just too delicious! Oh, if only Al-chan was here, that'll add the sugar to his spice. This lovelorn Sebas-chan drives me wild!" he moaned, blushing, and continued snapping photos of the sexy demon butler. "I'm so glad I let that "Claude" demon go. Shame I had to lose Al-chan to him, but at least I get Sebas-chan to myself. But just look at this gem of a photo!" he took another profile shot of the raven demon. Then he saw the camera was not working, "Oh, no, what's this? Not now, not now!" There was a shadow looming over him.

Grell looked back and saw the horrifying image of Sebastian looming over him, a giant statue lifted in hands, ready to crush his red stalker in hard stone. Grell gasped, screaming and scooting away, "Sebas-chan! When did you get here?"

"I might ask you the same thing," Sebastian said, in no ways mood for annoyances like Grell.

The red shinigami gulped. He smiled sheepishly, "C-Can I take one more?" he readied his camera. "Mm, very photogenic-ah!" Sebastian slammed the statue down on Grell.

Sebastian and Grell had moved to a hill a bit far off from the Trancy mansion, looking over a great view of it. Sebastian had prepared a treatable and tea set with tea leaves. The two supernatural beings were sharing tea for the moment in a truce. Sebastian placed the cloth smoothly on the table in front of sitting Grell, poured the tea elegantly in silence.

"Err…" Grell said with a weak smile, his face swollen from the beating he got. "He said awkwardly. "But seeing you making tea just for me…" he fiddled with his fingers, hoping not to bring up anything that were convey more pain to his poor face. "I'm happy, of course! Truly! But, um…I wish Al-chan was here. H-He would've brightened this scene up."

Sebastian gave the finished tea to Grell. Sebastian faked a polite smile, "This is Suutei Tsai, a Mongolian milk tea flavored with rock salt."

"Rock salt?"

"I'm sure it will be wonderfully stimulating to feel the sting of the salt in your fresh wounds," Sebastian said, speaking from the heart. "Just for you, I've doubled the amount in the recipe." Grell cringed a bit. "And then doubled it again." Again the reaper cringed. "And then doubled it again." The butler held the teacup in front of the reaper.

"On second thought, I…" Grell said looking up at the black butler.

Sebastian smiled charmingly, a romantic sparkle in the air. "Drink up."

Grell let out a nervous chuckle. He took the tea from the tea plate, gave a quick whiff of it and took a sip. He spat and choked right when his lips touched the tea, his lips becoming swollen and chap. He screamed, falling out of his chair, "Th-The stimulation of love is just too exquisite!"

Later after snacks was dished out, Grell had told Sebastian of Alois's murder and of Claude's plot to steal Ciel's soul and Allen's free will. "I see, so Claude murdered Alois Trancy there."

"Yes. His next idea was a soul-infusing ceremony. Two souls can never completely fuse. He even took a few pieces of Al-chan's remains of his human soul and tried to fuse it in it also. It's not possible for three souls to fuse, even if the third is a few tiny shreds. But memories can be overwritten!"

"Then right now, Alois Trancy is…"

"He's the same as your young master, perhaps even your Al-chan. He's been turned into a ring. Thicker than blood, more crimson than passion." Sebastian put a hand on his chin, pondering of this situation. "At any rate, I can't understand it. I can understand why you are infatuated with Al-chan, he is adorable and has a nice body, I wouldn't mind spending eternity with him if he was my pet. But why be so fixated on some brat's soul? You make a quicker, simpler meal." He leaned closer to the pondering demon, accidently taking a sip of his painfully salty tea.

"You sound like someone else I know," Sebastian scoffed. "I imagine that demon's slack, fatuous face will give you your answer," he glared down at the accursed mansion, waiting for Timcampy to return with a later morning and afternoon report.

Timcampy watched with most shame was Claude was brushing Ciel's teeth. Ciel was laying on Claude's lap as the spider butler scrubbed the earl's teeth happily. The golem shivered as Allen poured out the used water for face-washing. 'Perfectly uniform, close-fitting teeth like a row of fresh young skulls…Close-fitting, tight, enchanting.' He glanced at Allen who he remembered had those perfect teeth like Ciel. He truly felt like a child getting everything he wanted and more for Christmas. He dipped his brush down into Ciel's throat; Ciel choked and sat up, Allen immediately rushing over to the boy's side with a glass of water.

Ciel rubbed his aching throat, "Don't gag me!" he scolded, taking the glass of water and a quick sip of it, soothing the pain.

"My apologies, my lord, I got carried away," Claude said. Allen shook his head and helped Ciel take another sip of water.

"You're such a poor excuse for a butler! I believe the only one here I can rely on is Allen. Sebastian would never make such a-" he stopped in midsentence, the earl knowing where this was going. Allen sighed, pulling the boy close to him and patting his head.

Claude stared at the two. He shifted his glasses up a bit, "Your contracts with that demon chains you both and ever so slightly dull the snow-white of either of your canines. The enemy you have long sought is called Sebastian Michaelis."

"I know," Ciel said tearing away from Allen's arms. Allen sighed and got up, dusting himself off.

"Unloose your fetters and sign a contract with me," Claude offered as he took Allen's hand and pulled him to him against the boy's will. Allen grunted, not really liking this situation nor position. Claude had let go of him and bowed before Ciel, "Then we shall get revenge on that demon-"

"Enough!" Allen spat out loudly. The two stared at him, he looked down, mortified, "Pardon me…forgive me…I'm sorry." He said shutting up. He gritted his perfect teeth, that mark punishing him with irritation.

Ciel blinked, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm only here because I don't want to go back to that wretched manor and I don't want to leave Allen alone with you. I can get my revenge on Sebastian without you helping-"

"Can you?" Claude asked, smirking. "You're up against a demon." A water droplet dripped from the faucet. Allen turned the lever full way so they did not waste water. Claude stood up and kissed Allen on the head, "You needn't give your answer right away." He turned away, Ciel looked away growling. "In this mansion, even time itself is tangled up in the spider's web." He said cryptically, smiling and nodding his head, leaving the washroom.

Allen rubbed his neck achingly; the irritation had lessen when he left the room. Ciel bit his lip, he as annoyed as hell. Allen sighed and patted the boy's head, Ciel lightly punched the air angrily.

Claude paced down the halls in a sprightly manor. 'He is so proud…A truly reckless, truly defenseless soul. Both of theirs are.' He stopped at a large window and opened it. "Ciel Phantomhive and Allen Walker's souls are fine ones. Both truly fine ones!" he shouted into the distance, announcing it to the world.

Claude shot echoed through the premises of the Trancy estate, all the way up to the hill where Grell and Sebastian were. Sebastian glowered down at the mansion; he truly enjoying this wasn't he? It disgusted Sebastian to no end. His face remained stoic but his shadow wavered and emitted eerie hatred and rage.

Grell shuddered, "S-Sebas-chan…"

"Let's go, Grell," Sebastian stated.

Grell gasped, not wanting to be around a furious deadly demon. "Oh, so sorry, I have an appointment with my hairdresser-" Sebastian leapt stylishly, the summertime sun sparkling him and giving him that dashing light. "D-Dreamy! Ah! Camera, camera…Now, pose!" Grell readied the camera at the handsome demon.

Sebastian landed and glanced back with a smirk, "I plan to strike approximately eight more attractive poses today." He stood up and sprinted off.

Grell wiggled and swooned, "I can't pass this up! I'm on fire for the attractive poses!" he trotted happily after the black butler.

Claude looked out into the distance, his lips curving into a self-satisfied sneer. "Thompson and company," he summoned the triplets. The triplet appeared behind the spider, kneeling. "You three get that demon." They nodded.

Ciel and Allen were taking a leisurely stroll around the courtyard, exploring their new territory. Ciel mused as Allen walked behind him, yet kept up at a calm pace. 'I don't understand it.' Allen looked down at the two rings adorning each of Ciel's hand. The Trancy ring on Ciel's left index finger and the Phantomhive ring on Ciel's right thumb. 'Why does that man call me, "young master"? Why does he touch and do as he pleases with Allen? Is Alois really dead? Did I really kill him?' he gripped tightly on his walking stick's golden crested tip. 'Why would Sebastian…?' The very butler whom he trusted his very life to and his entire future to, memories of Sebastian and a burning mansion and village ran through his mind.

Ciel's eyes widen, his cheeks turning red, he swiped his can and destroyed a white rose. "Young master," Allen said putting steady hand on Ciel's shoulder. Ciel shoved him away and the boy began swiping and destroying the roses.

"Young master!" Hannah ran to stop Ciel. Ciel accidently swipe at her face, sending the woman to the ground. "Ms. Hannah!" Allen rushed over to her. Hannah weakly got up, "It's all right, my lord. Please thrash me." She said weakly. She weakly kneeled before the earl and his butler, "As many times as you like if that will relieve your feelings."

Ciel stood back. Allen asked, "What are you saying?"

Ciel looked at the poor abused maid, "Your eye…" The earl blushed, looking away from the pretty woman. "Honestly, this manor is filled with freaks!" Ciel and Allen both offered hands to the fallen woman. A summer breeze flew through the courtyard as white roses began to lose their petals in the gust. "Are you planning to take a nap there?"

Hannah smiled softly, taking both boys' hands and helping herself up. Above on the pillars, the triplets were hopping off to their mission. Timcampy was nestled on a statue's head, recording all the events for Sebastian.

The Fool

In a dead ghost town of a village, evening had already broken out. The buildings were in ruins and all had become dusty in the passage of time. Sebastian stepped into the ruined village, a light breeze blowing some dust up into the air. "Here…" he stated.

Grell trotted behind Sebastian, clinging to his back. "Ugh, what is this gloom?" but he grinned in erotic glee, "But it's not bad! Sebas-chan nude among the ruins…not bad! In fact-" Sebastian raised a hand to halt Grell from blathering further.

"Care for a taste, guv?" a middle-aged prostitute said, sitting on the steps on an old building dressed in rags, lifting her skirt and showing off her leg a bit. He smiled pulling down her skirt, "Just fooling. It's been far too long, I can't manage it. Got cobwebs down there." She dusted off her dirty raggedy skirt. She got up and greeted, "Welcome to the cursed village of Arachnophile."

"I thought this place had been burned completely away," Sebastian said. "What are you doing alive?"

"Yes, I'm the only one who was saved…By a demon," the woman looked away. Sebastian's eyes narrowed a bit.

A few years back, a young Luka was being bullied by two older and bigger boys. "He's filthy. Try kicking him here!" one boy guffawed meanly telling his bigger and portly friend to kick Luka at a certain painful spot. The boy kicked the smaller boy's arm, stomping on him.

"You shouldn't bully the weak!" the prostitute, years younger, protested running over to aid the poor boy.

"Ugh, it's the ugly slut who tricks people with makeup," a boy scoffed, both of them running away before they got in trouble. "She stinks!"

"Shut it, you! For goodness' sake…" the woman she said looking down at the boy. Luka looked up, his granite eyes widening slightly at the woman.

"I'm not weak," Luka grunted, struggling to get up. He tried standing up, the woman kneeled down and caught him before he lost his footing. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. That's right, you're tough!" she playfully ruffled his hair. "You look good out there, kid."

Luka blushed, smiling big, "Yeah! After all, I promised my brother! I won't lose to them!" he then ran around the prostitute happily, chanting, "Everyone, everything, all gone! Everyone, everything, all gone!" he stopped and turned to the kind woman. "But I'll give you a free ticket, lady! Everyone minus one!"he blushed shyly, pointing right at her.

"What?" the woman asked.

Luka told her, "I made a contract! With a demon." He gave a wry big smile.

The prostitute's eyes widened a bit in surprise at the boy's claim. She stared as Luka continued on with explaining his wish.

"That boy told me he'd signed a contract with a demon, to make his beloved big brother's wish come true. In exchange for his own soul, you know? At first, I thought it was some children's story. But…"

An inferno burned angrily as the villagers ran in panic to try and escape the fire and explosions. All that laid on the floor was trampled and forgotten. "That day, everything he said came true." The woman stared on her hands and knees as the fire raged on, everything was coming apart. She looked up by a tree and saw that familiar little boy she saved, beside him was a mysterious shadowy figure. She gasped, afraid.

"I was the only who survived and I've managed on my own somehow…But that's all over now, too-" she smiled weakly. Suddenly a shot was heard, a bullet went through the prostitute's head, killing her.

Sebastian and Grell turned, seeing it was the triplets, one of them with a gun that had fresh smoke coming from it. All three of them had guns, actually. "Here we go," Sebastian said, telling Grell to prepare for battle. "What?" Grell said as Sebastian dashed forward.

The triplets fired at him, but the butler avoided each shot easily. He went into his coat and pulled out fine silverware. "Oh, no, I let the second handsome pose go to waste!" Grell beamed, hugging his camera. He ran after Sebastian, "I swear I'll get the next one!"

Sebastian slashed at a triplet; the triplet leapt up and raised his rake high. With rake, scythe, and other gardening tools, Grell ran up and saw Sebastian easily taking care of and avoiding the demon triplets. "Ah, things are heating up nicely!" he shuddered, readying and aiming his camera for Sebastian. "Those spry limbs!" Sebastian avoided and kicked away a triplet; Grell snapped a photo. Sebastian kept on avoiding and kicking away the other two, "Oh, he dodged! Look out, darling! Look at that cruel gaze!" Grell snapped a photo of Sebastian's eyes. Thos ankles peeking out from under the cuffs of his trousers!" he snapped a photo of Sebastian's ankles. He swooned wiggling around, "He's simply tossing out the poses right and left!"

Sebastian took out a spool of thread and with his teeth pulled the string out, unraveling it. In a simple movement, in a blink of an eye, he wrapped the entire spool of thread around the triplets, dangling them upside down of a tree, bounded and trapped."Drat, it's over already?" Grell pouted.

"Now, Grell. The death scythe." Sebastian said, glancing over to the red reaper.

"Hmm? Why don't you just finish them off?"

"Please."

"What Oh, Sebas-chan, you always do this…"

Sebastian stood up. "What a hot day it is." Grell glanced back. Sebastian stood before the setting summer sun, his hand in his hair, he flipped and sighed glamorously with a sexy pout.

Grell got a major nosebleed, his cheek bright pink, steam coming from his nostrils at the hotness. He laughed madly as he took out his chainsaw. The triplet's stared in horror as the giddy red grim reaper sliced them in half. Their cinematic record poured from their wounds.

A woman screamed as her house exploded. The entire village was on fire and in chaos. Above watching from the safety of a hillside were the triplets and a shadowy ominous figure.

"Well, what do you know? So that's what happened." Grell said stretching a bit. "There's just no accounting for demons."

"It' essentially what I'd expected," said black butler.

"It is?" said red reaper.

"However…" the raven looked at a more recent record of today earlier. Of Ciel and Allen helping Hannah up. He could spot a golden speck that was Timcampy spying on them like he asked of the golem. "That, I did not expect."

Grell turned and twitched, his shadow growing bigger and more demonic. "S-Sebas-chan, you're demon-ing! You're demon-ing!"

"That will do," Sebastian said, walking on as his demonic radiating shadow followed. "I'll use the spiders' thread you fancy so much," the raven grabbed the think thread that held the triplets in air, pulling it down and undone. The separated pieces of the triplets fell to the ground with big thumps.

"Grotesque…" Grell cringed.

"I can't stand for people putting their grubby fingers all over my dinner and my wife." The black butler sprinted off.

"Sebas-chan, wait! You still have two handsome poses left!" Grell ran after Sebastian. "He's fast."

That night back at the Trancy mansion, Ciel had thrown his hairbrush at the mirror as Hannah and Allen were readying him for bed. "Young master," they both said, concerned for the child.

"What's the matter?" Claude rushed into the room, his arms around Ciel lightly.

Ciel panted, "I thought I saw Alois in the mirror."

"Are you hurt, young master?" Claude asked, concerned for his meal's safetly.

"No," Allen glared at Claude's excessive touching of Ciel. Claude ordered Hannah, "Hannah! Clean this up. Allen and I'll take the young master to his bedchamber and-"

"You clean up here," Ciel ordered Claude.

"Young master…?"

Ciel swatted Claude's hands away and walked away. "Come along, Hannah, Allen." The maid and butler left, Allen giving a polite bow to Claude, smiling. He felt the chains around him loosening as time went by today. Hannah gave a faint smile at Claude.

Claude stared at the closed door, "Come along, Hannah, Allen"…" Claude repeated.

"Young master…" Hannah said as Allen took off Ciel's rings and his eye patch. Allen tucked Ciel in comfortably.

"What was that, I wonder?" Ciel said aloud d as both servant kneeled beside his bedside. He sat up, "I hate this mansion. I want to go home."

"To the Phantomhive manor?" Allen asked.

Ciel shook his head, "No, I want to go back to the way things were." he reached out and touched both of Hannah's and Allen's cheeks. "Your eyes are such a strange color. Nostalgic, somehow." Both demons placed hands over the human's hands.

"Young master," Hannah said. She took Allen and sat him up beside Ciel. "Watch closely." She told them both, pointing to her mouth. She opened her both inhumanly wide into a black abyss, Allen and Ciel's eyes widened in shock as they looked inside. Deep into her throat was a human blue eye, staring at them.

Both boys stared, mouths agape and eyes as wide and dinner plates at such a grotesque and morbid thing. Both of them became paler, that's for sure. 'What is this?'

'I can…see myself…'

The eye stared at him. Ciel and Allen both gripped their heads, letting out individual screams. The eye blinked, every time it blinked the screams got louder. 'I'm suffering. I'm watching me? Why? Why…is that eye my…' the eye moved a bit forward from its planted spot. The two boys screamed and shrieked louder in fear and pain, their heads stabbing their brain with a knife. Both of them passed out onto another.

Hannah closed her mouth, smiling. "Yes. This is your eye." She stroked both boys' cheeks, a dark smirk on her purple lips. "…Master."

Later that night, Claude opened the front door of the mansion. He looked around, no one was here. He lifted the candelabra high to light the front. Sebastian was in the front arches corner, sticking onto it like glue. Claude smirked, "This is a surprise. Just when I thought you were only spying on us," he went into his coat pocket and took out a bounded Timcampy he found earlier, released the golem who flew back onto Sebastian's shoulder. "you waltz through the front door."

"The young master and Allen ordered me out of their sight." Sebastian smiled coolly, "It's certainly no violation if only you see me." Claude matched the smirk. Sebastian leapt down from the corner, taking the black rose from his tailcoat pocket. "I came today to return this to you." He pressed the rose to his lips, then discarding it away towards Claude. When the rose was in mid-fall at the same height of Claude's stomach, Sebastian landed a harsh cruel punch to the spider's abdomen.

Claude was flung back and skidded across the front yard. "This is a surprise," he grunted, standing up and cleaning and putting on his glasses again. "A demon, terminating a contract?"

"You broke it first," Sebastian leered, stepping out of the shadows and into the moonlight. "We swore to defer our battle over the young master's soul and Allen Walker's freedom until it attained its ultimate state after he completed his revenge. Our agreement was to use each other until then."

"These spider mites discolor the leaves," Claude said, holding up his own rose, tiny white spider mites crawling and living on the rotted leaves. "I regret to say that my black rose was infested." The rose then turned grey, turning into ash in the wind as it easily disintegrated. Claude dropped the useless rotted stem. "Now both roses are dead." Claude removed his glasses, "The contract is terminated. I aim to devour Ciel Phantomhive's soul and to own Allen Walker for the rest of eternity. But I no longer do it merely to sample the "ultimate flavor" you speak of!"

"Yes, there's more to it than that," Sebastian pulled down his glove readily. "Demons have eternal life. We've grown weary of living so long…far too long. My young master and pet's presence lends spice to the world we're glutted on."

"Their souls dwells in darkness, yet remains unstained by it." Claude added. "It's vexed us, tantalized us, driven us mad. And now…"

"To think it's even given us this fight between demon and demon!" Sebastian finished as a summer breeze kissed their faces. In a flash of silver and gold, the knives were slipped out of sleeves. Claude dashed forward as the battle commenced, silverware was parried, sparks flew, leaping, avoiding, and grace and fluid motions no human could surpass. With his gold butter knife, Claude went down for a strike but Sebastian blocked it. Claude had a mad look in his eye, "The young master and Allen Walker are mine now." He said evilly.

"You're awfully confident for someone who hasn't signed a contract with them!" Sebastian pressed on, their strength equally matched.

"And once I manage that, I'll never let go of them for a moment. Allen was quite the firecracker in bed, can you hear it? Your pet moaning my name."

Sebastian leered at the spider and stepped back. Claude slipped out another knife and swiped up. Sebastian blocked the swipe with his arm and flipped back, doing a triple summersault in the air and landing. "This weapon is a bit small to cut off your seal and your arm with it-but I'm sure I can twist the contract between you all, just as I did that day." Claude commented with a confident grin.

Sebastian glared at the other demon, rage emanating from him. But the battle was suddenly cut when Ciel and Allen's voice echoed, "Sebastian!" Both demons turned to see a giant demonic look Mayan-styled structure towering over in the far forest. "Sebastian!" they repeated. The two demons walked to the stone side of the estate to get a better look, both of them gasping.

Allen was climbing up the giant sharp vines with Ciel, without his eye patch, on his back. Ciel yelled out, "Sebastian!" Allen also called out, "Sebastian! Darling!"

"Young master, Allen…" Claude uttered under his breath. Sebastian, still under orders to be never seen by Ciel or Allen, hid himself behind a stone centerpiece. Claude crouched down, "You're being summoned," he glanced at the black butler. "Which means they've noticed you. You've been seen!" he got up and strutted victoriously. "Disobedient little Sebastian Michaelis, you're no longer a butler!"

Sebastian clucked his tongue, he dare not believe it. He was a butler through and through. He turned his head painfully. He then heard Ciel cry, "Sebastian, help us!" the two demons looked back up to the strange building, on a vine covered duplicate of Big Ben, the boy's were halfway to the top of the building. "If you don't I'll have Allen climb us all the way up!"

Allen called out again, "I'll climb, and climb…" Ciel whispered an order to Allen's ear, the white-haired teen nodded and complied by climbing a little bit more up. "…and climb, Sebastian!"

Sebastian narrowed his red eyes, what was compelling those two to climb such a dangerous feat. "We'll climb this thing." Both boys said in unison. Ciel and Allen both gave very Alois-like grins, "Straight to the top, Sebastian."

The raven gasped. "It would seem I haven't broken orders yet." He leapt over to get a better look. "That is not my young master nor my Allen."

"No, that's…"

"My master, Alois Trancy." Hannah said suddenly, appearing behind them.

Allen had finally made it to the top of the clock. Both boys stood on age, hand-in hand. "Here I am," Ciel said smiling like Alois, big and broad. Allen smirked like Alois, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously. They stood over a giant courtyard maze. Together they raised their arms, shouting to the top of their lungs, "We'll fall! We'll fall off, Sebastian!" Sebastian glanced back, but then turned his hateful glare at the maid.

"We'll fall off of here!"

And end scene! Well guys we're not too far from the ending, that's for sure. We have a lot of sexiness and Seballen loving to go on about. I want to thank all my supporters and fans again, thank you. Claude's a creeper but we all love him the same, Ciel Trancy's weird with that smile, Allen Trancy looks more like 14th Noah Allen if you want to picture it. Weird how I pull Allen into being a victim in all my stories, eh, whatever.

I'd like to see more one-shots/multi-chapter stories of Seballen and Claullen, because after this, I'm going to take an on/off hiatus and work more on real life. I'm going to be working on Under the Big Top in my spare time since it's in the middle of processing, I might go back to working on other successful stories like Father and Son, Ravens, Spiders, and Parrots, A Twist in Time, ect. Please donate to your local Japan-help charity I donated a lot of food and money.

THE MOST SADISTIC KIDS IN ANIME (UPDATED):

ALOIS TRANCY (KUROSHITSUJI II)

ROAD KAMELOT (D. GRAY-MAN)

PHANTOM THEIF SAI (MAJIIN TANTEI NOUGAMI NEURO)

SHRORINGER (HELLSING/ULTIMATE)

EVANGELINE AKA MCDOWELL (NEGIMA NEGI)

KAGURA (GINTAMA)

Got anymore sadistic little anime/video game kids you know of? Please tell me in a review so I can add it next chapter. I want to write a friendship fiction on Road, Alois, Sai, and Schrödinger. I'd also like opinions if you so want to of xover paiting you'd like for it. Personally I'd like Road with anyone of them, like she's their princess or the Haruhi to their Host Club. X3 Ahh me and my messed up imagination.

-rides off of Harry Potter's stolen broomstick-