AN: lol.

I have no clue what I'm doing.

/I'm a horrible author, okay/

oh, just for clarification: I always think of the manga versions of Sebastian, Ciel, and the rest of them, but the still have the voices as in the anime.

I just can't stand the art in the anime, lol.

omfg tatum you are life lolwhat

/

"Come on, you stupid tart, tell me what the deep dark secret is!" Grell Sutcliffe yelled at Delilah as he pranced after her, heading towards the phone.

"Grell, Jesus, you'll find out when Sebastian does!" Delilah shot back. She wanted to turn around, punch Grell in the face, give him the bird, and leave, but the angel on her shoulder warned her otherwise. The devil, of course, had suggested this long ago.

"Now, which deep dark secret shall I tell him?" she pondered out loud.

"I DUNNO, WHY DON'T YOU LET ME HELP PICK," Grell shrieked, flailing.

Delilah stared in disbelief at the reaper as he ran shrieking around the apartment. How can he even function as a part of society! she thought, facepalming.

"Oh! You're just the village idiot!" Delilah exclaimed, but quickly bit her tongue and turned on her heel, walking towards the phone.

Grell, on the other hand, kept running around, totally missing Delilah's comment.

"God, you are so oblivious to the world," Delilah mumbled, before picking up the receiver and spinning the Phantomhive's mansion's number into the phone.

/Somewhere else../

Brrrrring! Brrrrrrring! The Phantomhive's phone rang, and Sebastian was shook of what little patience he had left. Ciel had ordered him to make a chocolate cake for dessert tonight, and Bardroy, Mei-Rin, and Finny were not helping at all. He dropped the spatula he was holding into a large bowl of chocolate frosting, splattering it up all over him.

"Great. Just... great," he growled, leaving the kitchen to go answer the phone. On the way, he attempted to wipe the gooey chocolate from his apron and face, but failed miserably.

After gathering his thoughts, Sebastian cleared his throat and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, you have reached the Phantomhive Manor. How may I be of assistance?" he said, his velvety tone carried through the line and out the other side.

"Yes, meeser Bassy-chan?" a disguised voice, obviously Grell, said, faking a half Spanish, half British accent. "I have someone heeere who neeeeeds to tell you sometheeng eeemportaant."

Giggles were heard in the background as the phone was dropped, picked up, and placed in the hands of someone else.

"Hello, Sebastian," Delilah said, pronouncing each syllable clearly. "I've got a secret, and I hope you can keep it." Her voice was sing-songy and light, as if she were drunk.

Sebastian sighed, nearly hanging up. "What's your secret, then?" he said, playing along, but his voice sounding flat and tired.

"It's seven years today."

Sebastian froze, confused, but quickly realized.

"Time sure flies, hm?" he said, breezing past the bigger issue. "Well, we'll have some housekeeping to take care of, but otherwise, have a nice rest-of-day with...Mister... Sutcliffe, and I'll expect you back here at 8o'clock, sharp."

Sebastian slammed the receiver on the hook a little too forcefully, hanging up on Delilah and Grell.

"Seven years. Seven stupid years of her being a demon. I suppose she's noticed some of the changes by now, but I guess we'll see." the tall demon said, pulling off his left glove and staring at the purple contract mark. He, of course, was much older, and had grown accustomed to helping younger demons along. Sebastian noticed some frosting on his glove, and wiped it off with his ungloved finger, holding it up and staring at it.

"How do humans even find this stuff edible?" he said, frowning and sticking the frosting covered finger in his mouth. "It's sickeningly sweet."

/

"Well, it's been fun, (not)," Delilah announced, breaking an awkward silence between her and Grell. "But I think I'd best be off now."

"Whaaaat? You're leaving me all alone?" Grell whined, faux tears growing in his (his, right?) eyes. "I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO-"

Delilah grabbed his throat before he could finish the sentence, and backed him up against a wall.

"Say it one more time, I DARE you," she growled through clenched teeth. Grell stared into her ice blue eyes, gulping as they flashed a devilish red, and stayed that colour.

"B..bye," the reaper choked out, gasping for air as Delilah let him go, dusting off her hands and making her way towards the door.

"See you (never) again, stupid reaper," she said, opening the door.

"Ta-ta for now, stupid demon," Grell shot back, as the door slammed and Delilah took off like a shot.

/

"Sebastian, go find the maid and her companion and bring them to my study, with tea," Ciel ordered after a meal of lightly roasted and poached tuna with fresh garden greens, and the delicious chocolate gateau for dessert. Sebastian placed one hand on his chest and bowed.

"Yes, young master," he said, before clearing the table of dishes and leaving the room. Ciel sighed, and stood up to leave, a little worried about how his announcement would go over with the two demons.

/

"Hm. A meeting?" Pluie said, after Sebastian had told them of Ciel's order. "Seems strange. Whatever." The short black haired girl wandered off, in search of her ..ahem...friend.

"Oh, Pluie," Delilah mumbled, starting to follow but sharpy jerked back by Sebastian.

"What you told me on the telephone," he said, his voice sharp as needles. "Is it true?"

Delilah nodded. "I tried to take the black nail polish off from earlier but it didn't work. Grell even said something about my eyes."

Sebastian pinched Delilah's chin between his fingers and turned her head, looking at her eyes. Grell was right, they were blood red, and permanently that way.

"You know what this means, right?" Sebastian murmured after a moment.

"I really am a demon and not just some phony?"

The butler, peeved, flicked her nose. "No, you brat, it means you're stuck in this appearance. No more changing between contracts. Not that you ever did anyways."

Delilah slapped Sebastian's hand away and wrinkled her nose. "So I'm stuck looking seventeen for the rest of time?"

"Yes, my- yes, Delilah, you are correct," Sebastian corrected himself. "Same way I am stuck looking nearly twenty, when in fact I am almost-"

His sentence was cut off by a loud crash and a few screams. Male screams.

"Young master!" Sebastian nearly sprinted off, but Delilah grabbed his arm and spun him around.

"What other two bloody idiots are roaming around the mansion?" she asked, almost sarcastically.

The butler made a look and sighed. "I should have known."

Still holding Sebastian's arm, Delilah walked off in the direction of Ciel's study, pulling him along with.

"Hold on, Delilah," Sebastian laughed, and shrugged out of her grasp. "I've yet to make tea. You go ahead, though."

Delilah sighed, and harrumphed good-naturedly, walking to the door and knocking twice, not waiting for a reply and opening the door.

Delilah gasped. "Pluie! Ciel!"

The two... ahem...friends, were sprawled out on the floor, Ciel laying on top of Pluie. Both of them looked up at Delilah with guilty expressions, Ciel rolling off of Pluie awkwardly.

"What the Hell is going on in here?" the tall maid asked, one hand on her hip, the other tapping fingers impatiently.

"Um.." Pluie scrambled for a good excuse.

"Miss Parket just fell-" Ciel started, but was promptly cut of by Delilah.

"Fell, I bet. Get up, both of you," she snapped, walking towards Pluie. The black haired girl cried out as Delilah grabbed the back of her collar and dragged her across the room, far away from Ciel.

Pluie was plunked down on a heavy looking wooden chair, which was very uncomfortable, as Delilah walked over to Ciel, planning to do the same thing. Her hand was just on his collar as Sebastian strolled into the room, a cart full of tea dragged alone behind him. He gasped sharply, and bolted to Ciel's side, too fast to see. The demon butler slapped Delilah's hands away, and lifted Ciel wedding-style, jumping up and landing on the other side of the room, a good distance away.

"Delilah!" Pluie shouted as she kept to her feet. "How dare you touch the young master!"

"Don't even go there, you stupid brat," Delilah shouted as she turned around and walked over to Pluie, an arm outstretched, ready to attack. "You're the reason all of this is happening!"

Pluie curled up in the chair, wishing she could shrink into nothing. Delilah came closer, and before she could swing her arm forward, Sebastian came up behind her and grabbed her arm, pulling her back and into the middle of the room, between the young contract holders on either side.

"Nnng, SEBASTIAN," Delilah cried out, struggling to shake off the older demon's iron grasp. Sebastian sighed, and waited patiently for her to be done with this temper tantrum.

Ciel, meanwhile, stood up shakily, facing the demons in the centre of the room. He backed around the perimeter, all while still facing the middle. Sebastian eyed the boy cautiously; unaware of what he was planning.

"Pluie!" Ciel whispered loudly, still facing Sebastian and Delilah. "Are you okay?"

"Of course she's okay, you bluthering idiot, I never touched her," Delilah snapped, earning a glare from both Sebastian and Ciel. Pluie just sat there, unmoving.

"Pluie, sweet, say something," Ciel mumbled, walking up to Pluie and kneeling in front of her chair. She had her legs pulled up, and her head was buried in her knees.

"Tell them."

Delilah and Sebastian stopped bickering and looked up in shock at Pluie.

"Ah, yes, I guess I did call you two here for a reason," Ciel said, standing up and laying a hand on Pluie's head. She covered it with her own hand, and squeezed it gently.

"Sebastian, Miss Taylor, Pluie and I have an order for you."

Sebastian let go of Delilah, and she stepped away from him, dusting herself off and standing straight.

"It's a simple order, really," Ciel said, turning and walking to his desk. "Much simpler than some of the other orders I've given you, Sebastian."

The young Phantomhive sat down at his desk, locking his fingers together and setting his chin on them.

Pluie walked over behind him and wrapped a thin, pale arm around the back of his chair. Delilah sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Just spit it out, already, Young Master," she said, the Young Master coming out more sarcastically than she had intended.

Pluie looked down at Ciel, into his one visible blue eye, and blushed. "You say it," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"We want you to kill Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordilia Middleford, my fiancée."

/

AN: DO YOU HATE ME NOW

BUT

THERE WE GO

A NEW CHAPTER

AND THIS HAPPENS.

ouo

I've got other fanfics that need to be written too, so if I get 7 reviews on this chapter (LOL IT WAS COMING) then I'll bump it to first priority. Okay?

GO!

Also, in case you didn't understand, the seven year mark is of my own making. It's likie the time when the real effects of a demon show up, kind of like old age. Or growing in teeth. Either way, Demon Delilah is seven years old! Happy unbirthday!

Also also. Things that happen in Kuroshisuji II, aka Alois and Claude and all that bull, does not apply and I am not taking any of it into consideration.

That is all, I'll be leaving now.

-Icki-