Me: *bows* I apologize for my absence. I meant to keep up my rate of a chapter every 5 days, and I was going to update yesterday, but…

Nowaki: Would you prefer me to tell them?

Me: *shakes head* You aren't even in this chapter.

Nowaki: Oh, well that's just cold. *is transported to the next chapter*

Me: I couldn't update yesterday because my parakeet, which I have had for at least, if not more than 5 years was discovered at the bottom of his cage. Although I never laid eyes on the corpse, it hurt all the same. I was feeling sluggish and did not have the inspiration or the energy to write a thing. Also, my family shares one computer, and my father would not remove his rump from the chair; therefore, no update. Sorry 'bout that.

Miyagi: I'm sorry for your loss, but could we move this along?

Me: *wails* Poor grandma! Why'd you have to go?

Miyagi: *appalled* Your grandmother died as well? When did this happen?

Me: *sniffles* A couple of weeks ago. It's just kind of hitting me, now that Demitri is gone. It hit hard a few days before she died, and now it's coming back for round two…

Miyagi: Oh, Risa-chan, come here… *hugs*

Me: I have no grandparents on one side of my family, Miyagi…

Miyagi: I know it hurts, but it's part of life. You should consider yourself lucky that you're still alive… and that you haven't experienced much pain or heartache.

Me: *rubs her eyes* I guess you're right. Now thanks to you, I can begin...

Despite how obvious it may be, I still have to say it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Chapter 11: K is for Kuroshitsuji

"Shinobu-chin, I never knew that you were so into anime. I realize that kids around your age seem to really like it, but are you sure you're not going a little bit too far?"

Takatsuki Shinobu was clad in black; he had dyed his hair, outlined his eyes, painted (and filed) his fingernails and he now sported a form-fitting uniform that was decorated with two symmetrical rows of silver buttons. (1)

Shinobu turned to Miyagi—this simple action caused his coat tails to catch a small breeze and to be temporarily suspended in the air.

"Hell no," Shinobu shouted. When he came to the realization that he had become very out of character, the agile boy dropped down onto one knee and continued, "My Lord."

Shinobu then took Miyagi's hand into his own and kissed it gently.

Miyagi quickly withdrew his hand, but launched the other at Shinobu in accusation.

"Just who the hell are you supposed to be? The black outfit indicates mourning, but you seem far too happy for that to be the case. And what's up with the British accent? You're no Englishman!"

The delicate, controlled nature of Shinobu's kiss had been what had creeped Miyagi out the most out of anything about this gothic Shinobu—although it should have been the least surprising part.

Shinobu parted his lips, and then grinned. (2) Upon standing, Shinobu rested his hand over his heart. In English, he responded, "If it's not too bold of me to say, I am Sebastian Michaelis of Kuroshitsuji, and I am one hell of a butler."

Miyagi poked Shinobu's forehead with his finger, causing Shinobu to drop the act.

"What'd you do that for, Miyagi? I was trying to be sexy for you…" Shinobu covered his mouth with his gloved hand as his eyes widened and his ears turned pink.

Miyagi reached out to Shinobu and gently caressed his face.

Shinobu shifted his gaze upward from the floor to find Miyagi mere inches away from him. The terrorist let out a squeal, which stopped Miyagi in his tracks.

"Shinobu," Miyagi began.

"I can't take it! You're making me uncomfortable…"

"Uncomfortable in what way?" asked Miyagi before he nibbled Shinobu's ear affectionately.

Shinobu then stood and speed walked to the other side of Miyagi's apartment. When he mistakenly walked into a corner, he panicked.

Miyagi had followed Shinobu while he was doing this, so it goes without saying that he and the boy were now breathing the same air.

"Uncomfortable in what way?" repeated Miyagi in hushed tones.

"You know all too well in what way," Shinobu mocked.

Miyagi took the boy's face in his hands, and without hesitation, kissed him thoroughly.

"Did that help?" he inquired once the kiss was broken.

Shinobu blushed, and then replied, "Not really; I still feel pretty awkward."

Miyagi sighed. "This is probably just a phase, but you should know that nothing you wear or any persona that you may have will make my attraction to you any greater than it already is. You don't have to be anyone but yourself. I love you just the way you are."

A small, gloved-hand rested on Miyagi's shoulder.

"Do you really mean that? I mean, I've been feeling like this a lot lately; like I'm not good enough the way I am. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin. That's why I thought that I might feel better if I were someone else."

"And that's why you cosplayed as a butler?"

"Who is also a demon."

"… who is also a demon."

"Yes. That is why."

Miyagi couldn't help but smile. "I'll never understand teenagers."

Shinobu became defensive. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Taking Shinobu's hand into his own, Miyagi whispered, "It means that you confound me to know end, Shinobu-chin."

Shinobu grimaced. As the corners of his mouth turned downward, Miyagi could feel his heart wrenching.

"W-wait, don't do that."

Shinobu straightened out. Bringing his palm over his heart, he proclaimed, "I am but a pawn. I will do anything that my master may ask of me." Looking up at Miyagi, he grinned. "What is your command, Master Miyagi?"

Miyagi sincerely hoped that Shinobu no longer looked down upon himself, and that he was only doing this because he wanted to, because Miyagi sincerely thought he could get used to this kind of thing.

Without a word, he gestured to the bedroom.

"Understood," giggled Shinobu as he began to strip himself.

"No, no, no," Miyagi scolded, "that's my job."

(1) That's right. My Shinobu is an otaku. *pinches his cheek*

(2) *shakes Sebastian* Why can't you smile normally? Children are emulating you! DX

Now that I think about it, a Ciel cosplay probably would have suited Shinobu better, but Ciel isn't sexy. I can't say he's sexy. He's younger than me; therefore, Sebastian. :D

For those of you who haven't watched or read Kuroshitsuji, it is an incredible, action-packed, all-the-while-funny, thrill-ride with a storyline that is in all entirety quite addictive. I should know.

The characters are farfetched, relatable, and (most importantly) hot.

I highly recommend it if any of you are curious about it. ^.^

Speaking of Kuroshitsuji—this is for the fans—I have an idea for a story. If I were to write a Sebastian and Ciel fic, would anyone here read it?

Just curiosity kicking up again, I suppose.

I love you all, and thank you for reading.