Sorry it took so long. I had to deal with sick siblings and college, but I hope you like this one ^^ please review and tell me what you think!

The clank of dishes echoed throughout the kitchen as Mey-Rin, Bard, Finny, and Sebastian were washing and putting away the dishes. A ring from one of the bells connected to the guest rooms began ringing, but Mey-Rin was afraid to go. Sebastian was more worried about Damon, who had not returned yet, but thought that Master Siemens came first and agreed to go with her to his room.

"Master Georg, did you call?"

Various gagging sounds echoed from the room and Mey-Rin began becoming more and more concerned about what was happening. The commotion brought the other guests and Sebastian decided that now would be the best time to open the door. A swift kick to the door and they all entered the room, where Master Siemens lay dead in his chair. The lady of the group screamed, Mr. Phelps passed out, and Arthur ran forward to confirm the inevitable.

"H-He's dead!"

"What?"

"Oh my…"

"Hehehe! Dead~Dead~Mr. Cranky's dead~"

All eyes turned to Damon who was hanging off Lau's shoulder, giggling like a mad man. He butler coat was hanging off her shoulders, her butler tie hung loosely, and the first few buttons of her shirt were undone, but that didn't stop Mr. Keane from going after her.

"Why you little- How can you be laughing at this? Someone just died and you're sitting here laughing?"

"Now, now. We all know he's a little drunk~ No need to-"

Lau was interrupted when Finny and Bard entered the room, followed by Ciel and Tanaka.

"What's all the racket?"

"Young ma-"

"Ah! Ciel~ Look, Mr. Cranky kicked the bucket~"

Ciel shot a glare at Damon but she ignored it and continued to hang off Lau, rubbing her hand through his hair and cuddling his neck. Sebastian was trying to ignore her and distracted himself by watching Finny and Bard remove the body. Lau had moved to the curtains, explaining that the Yard won't be able to make it and that the guests were practically stuck in the mansion.

"Ne ne~ The murderer is still here~ right Lau? It's like a mystery!"

"Well, then isn't one of us logically the murderer?"

"What? This isn't a joke!"

Lady Diaz brought up the idea of the window being used and Sebastian spoke of the original keys. Eventually, people began accusing one another and claiming their own innocence. Lau calmed them down and everyone began speaking of their alibis, Mr. Keane going first.

"Irene and I were in the billiards room."

Then Charles Grey, followed by Arthur.

"I was in there too."

"So were me and Phelps."

"What were you guys doing?"

Ciel had addressed Lau, Ran Mao, and Damon.

"We were drinking in the lounge with Mr. Woodley. Although, Damon left to use the washroom and met up with us in the hallway on our way here."

"Yup! I was feelin' all woozy~"

Damon didn't understand that she just put herself in jeopardy, but everyone continued with the alibis.

"U-Us servants were cleaning up together!"

Mr. Keane came up with an interesting comment about how no one but Ciel knew what room he was in and he was the other suspect. The idea of insurance came up and Lau suggested confinement for Ciel and Damon. No one was willing to watch over them, since Sebastian and the servants weren't allowed, so Arthur was signed up for the job.

"Sheesh. What an annoying turn of events."

"Yes indeed."

"Sebby~ The chain itches~"

Sebastian sighed, not used to the drunk cuddly Damon. While Ciel was chained to Arthur, Damon had a chain around her neck attached to base of the bed and was apparently going to be sleeping on the floor.

"Damon, what am I going to do with you?"

"At least you don't have to sleep in the same room…That reminds me, Wordsmith?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Don't mention anything about Damon to the others."

"What do you me-"

He was cut off when he spotted Sebastian pulling off Damon's white button up shirt. His face grew bright red and he quickly turned away, but Damon heard him. His arms were pulled from his face and turned to meet with dull blue eyes.

"He's smells like grapes. Sebby I want grapes!"

If it was possible, he grew even more red at the position he was in with Damon pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"No. You're already drunk and you need to get to sleep. Please remove yourself from Mr. Wordsmith so I can finish dressing you."

She let go and stood at the foot of the bed, pouting as Sebastian put on her night clothes. Sebastian looked up at her when he finished, putting her hand on a book.

"Damon, what is this? I found it in your pocket after I finished undressing you."

"Oh! That's Biscuit's book. He's letting me borrow it for my eyes, but I can't read it…big meanie."

Sebastian flicked through the book, eyes widening slightly before pocketing it and turning back to Damon. He went to speak again, when Damon tackled him in a hug.

"Damon?"

"I'm sorry Sebby! I-I didn't mean to, but…I'm scared."

Everyone was shocked at the young butler's actions, as she began shaking and crying.

"What are you afraid of?"

"The dark. It's dark a-and I can't see. I can't trust anything or anyone. I-I don't want you to leave."

He chuckled slightly and patted her head softly.

"I will never leave you Damon. I'll always be there for you when you need me. So get some sleep. Oh, and I'll leave a reminder for you in your coat for tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Wordsmith, Damon, and Young Master."

Sebastian left the room and Damon was immediately asleep, curled up on the floor in a pile of pillows and blankets.

"-mon. -amon. Damon!"

"Ugh, do you have to be so loud? My head is killing me."

I curled further into my cocoon of blankets to block out the sound, as Ciel continued.

"Damon, we don't have time for this. Get dressed quickly. Something's wrong. Sebastian hasn't come to wake me up."

I got dressed as fast as I could, noticing the sound of paper in my coat. I pulled it out and handed it to Ciel.

"What does this say? I found it in my coat pocket."

"I-It's from Sebastian. 'Damon, please make sure the preparations for breakfast are done and that all the guests are properly taken care of. I left some medicine for your hangover on the bedside table next to your uniform. I also trust you to take care of the young master if something were to happen to me. Sebastian."

I took the medicine that was sitting on the bedside table, just as a knock was heard and Tanaka opened the door.

"W-Where is Sebastian?"

I smelled the blood right away and my face grew paler as we ran to the room where Sebastian lay dead, a poker impaling his chest. I had begun shaking as Ciel yelled at his body. Just then, Lau spoke up.

"It was impossible for both, the Earl and Damon to commit this murder right? Things just got interesting."

He smirked while I backed up against the wall, slumping to the floor. No one paid any attention to me, as they began going over the cause of death and why the killer would've attacked him from two angles. The blood was getting to me and as the tension in the room grew higher, I couldn't stay in the room any longer.

"T-Tanaka."

"Yes, Damon?"

"I-I can't be in here any longer. I'm g-going to start on breakfast."

"Of course. I'll let the young master know."

I finished breakfast just as Sebastian suggested and quickly served the guests with Tanaka and Bard's help.

"Sebastian prepared this, correct?"

"Well, yes. He just left me instructions."

"Then why is there an extra plate?"

I recognized the scents of all the guests and realized the Mr. Phelps was still missing. I turned to the door and quickly rushed out, ignoring the comments of me being rude. I made it to Ciel's bedroom in record time, minutes before the others joined me.

"He's not answering the door and it's locked."

"Get out of the way."

I grabbed Finny and Ciel, covering them as Charles Grey destroyed the door mentioning something about dessert. I stayed back, but close enough to hear that he was stabbed by a needle of some sort. I thought back to Lau's needles, but stayed silent as Arthur stated the time of death.

"2:38"

"Rather than discuss this here, why don't we all sort everything out while sitting down? We could all use a cup of tea."

"Indeed. Tanaka, please start on the tea. Damon, escort everyone to the drawing room."

"Certainly."

"As you wish."

We soon discovered that Sebastian was killed after Mr. Phelps and that he had visited the servants for their various tasks. Lau brought up the idea that Sebastian joined up with someone, while Ciel accused him that he killed Mr. Phelps because he was his business rival. Lau's supposed innocence was proven and Ciel practically had the case all figured out. A chart was made and everyone came to discover that more than one person had to have committed the murders. Woodley accused Lady Diaz and Mr. Keane and things began to get a little out of hand. I had to step between him and Ciel, and when he went to leave, Mr. Wordsmith tried to convince him to stay.

"I don't take orders from a mere doctor!"

"Damon."

I was there instantly and caught him before he hit the table. The pain was so immense that I wasn't able to reach Ciel before Mr. Woodley tried to punch him. I heard a thud and calmed down when Tanaka spoke.

"Please excuse me Mr. Woodley. If anyone means harm against the young master in this mansion, no matter who they are, these servants will not have mercy on them. Please understand."

"Couldn't have…said it better myself."

Mr. Woodley was released and Arthur was placed in charge of the investigation. I sighed, which was a bad idea as I coughed into my hand. My white glove was now stained red and I hoped no one noticed me putting on my spare. That table had certainly broke a rib, so I left to bandage it and get something cold for Mr. Wordsmith's face.

On my way down to the kitchen, I heard the clack of the door and was immediately on high alert. The kitchen door had been opened and rain begun pouring in. I stepped outside, not caring about the cold rain that soaked me instantly, and searched for the scent of anyone. Of course, the rain made smelling almost impossible so I just returned to the kitchen. I found some ice for Mr. Wordsmith and quickly stripped to bandage my side, but it's a lot hard than it looks when you can't see what you're doing. I heard the clack again and ran out of the kitchen, only to run into someone soaked.

I collapsed to the floor in pain from hitting my side, but managed to knock something from the person's arms. The wet kitten mewed as I struggled to get up and try to get a scent off the mysterious person. The rain had muddled their scent and they didn't say a word as they helped me up. My arm was pulled away from my side and I struggled to get out of his grip, but he just pinned me to the wall. His sigh sounded familiar and when I sensed no malice from him, I relaxed as he fixed the bandages on my side. I went to thank him but he was already gone, leaving a puddle on the floor in his wake.

I had returned to the other room where I waited for Mr. Wordsmith and the others to return from their little escapade. Arthur announced that he was going to check through everyone's luggage and they all readily agreed. I gave Charles Grey some snacks, since he complained that he was hungry, and I made sure Arthur got his ice pack.

"W-What's this for?"

"For your cheek, Mr. Arthur."

"Oh…thank you, Damon."

I simply bowed my head and waited for the luggage to be searched. When everyone returned to the lounge, Finny exclaimed that he wanted to check outside for Sebastian's missing key. They all ran out and I waited for Ciel to see what he wanted me to do. He just whispered for me to follow them.

I met Tanaka on the way out and he just told me to get some towels and hot tea ready for their return. I did as I was told and when they returned, we all learned that we were running out of food. The servants all began thinking about ways to fix the problem and I tried to cut in many times, before I finally got their attention.

"Hey!"

"D-Damon?"

"Man, I've been trying to tell you, I can make the food."

"Really?"

"Yes, but there's just one problem…"

"Well, I'm sure it ain't nothin' too bad, right?"

"Actually, I should've told you sooner, but…I can't see."

The room got dead quiet and I'm sure they where shocked.

"Y-You're jokin' right? There's no way…"

He probably was waving his hand in front of my face and when I didn't follow it, they all gasped.

"Poor Damon!"

"S-Since when?"

"Um…since we returned and the mansion was destroyed…but that's besides the point. Like I said, I can make the food, I just need to know what I'm handling and I most certainly need someone else to cut ingredients. I don't need to lose fingers as well."

"Well then, I leave dinner to you. I will go tend to Young Master."

Tanaka left and maybe fifteen minutes later, the presence of someone was behind the door. I put a finger to my mouth and made my way over to the door. The servants attacked and bound the man and we all hauled him to the lounge, where Ciel was waiting.

"It's been a while, Jeremy."

"This old man a friend of yours Earl?"

"Yeah."

I sighed, coughing slightly, and bent towards the rope, untying it and apologized to the man.

"I'm sorry for how the servants and I acted. We were just unaware of your visit."

"Hm, it's nice to know the Earl has some capable servants."

The way he says that reminds me of someone…

I couldn't quite place who he reminded me of, nor could I get a good smell of him thanks to the soaked coat he was wearing. I left the room, to find a towel and some dry clothes and came back just in time for the man to ask for some.

"I have some here for you, sir. I think Sebastian's clothes will fit. I can lead you to a private room if you want."

Ciel was shocked that I had already brought the man his clothes, and seemed to stumble for a minute. Father Jeremy saved him.

"Thank you for the clothes, but I wish for the Earl to show me around. It would be a bit difficult for you to…show me around anyway."

That little- I swear he treats me just like Sebastian.

"He's right, Damon. Please just keep an eye on our guests."

"As you wish."

Damn sight puns.

They left and after they returned, Jeremy asked to see the bodies in the order of which they were killed. I had just planned on staying back with the guests, but he addressed me.

"Damon, would you mind coming along?"

"Why? I won't be able to see anything. What could I possibly do?"

"Damon!"

"It's okay. I did insult him before. Besides, I think you could be more helpful than you think, Damon. Due to the fact that you cannot see, you will be able to…sense other things that we would not have noticed."

I shrugged and followed after him to Mr. Siemens' room, where Jeremy confirmed the external injury and the fact that he was a violent drinker. I was still wondering what I was even doing here, when he spoke to me.

"Damon, what do you smell?"

"Hm? Oh…definitely alcohol. Really ripe too. He's got good taste. Let's see, what else…something musty. Probably from the cellar and…that's odd."

"What?"

"Salt water."

I followed the scent and ended up with my nose practically in Mr. Siemens' mouth. I heard someone mumble something about how gross this was, but I ignored them.

"That's enough, Damon. Next was Mr. Phelps, right?"

I remembered that he was the one who had possibly been killed with a needle weapon of some sort, but it was irrelevant when Jeremy asked to be shown to Ciel's bedroom. Everyone stood by the doorway while he went over everything and concluded that there were multiple murderers.

"Damon. Could you come over here for a second?"

I nodded and walked over, almost hitting the bed, but Jeremy grabbed my arm and led me to a section of the room. I felt him lean close to me but, oddly enough, I wasn't uncomfortable.

"Damon, I want you to tell me what you smell, but softly. I don't want the others to hear quite yet."

"Okay…Is this-"

"What is it?"

"S-Serpent."

My hands started shaking, as I remembered what happened the last time I dealt with a snake, and I began rubbing them to try and hide my little fear. A gloved hand covered mine and I immediately thought of Sebastian, but brushed it off thinking that it was my nose playing tricks on me since Jeremy was wearing Sebastian's clothes.

"It's alright, Damon. I apologize for bringing up some unwanted memories."

He helped me back to the door and we went to the last room, but something was off. I could swear I smelled Mr. Phelps. Unfortunately, when I was about to bring it up, Ciel looked sick. I hurried over and he clutched my shirt, accidentally hitting my broken rib.

"Are you…okay?"

"I'm sorry. Seeing Sebastian's corpse so many times is just too much for me."

I could practically taste the lie, but he began pulling my arm. So, I brought him into the hallway. Jeremy was pretty quick and Charles brought up the menu for dinner, which reminded me that I had to get back to set up.

"We are having sweet and sour vegetable stir fry. It may not be what we normally have, but I assure you, I make some of the best."

And to think, the amazing Sebastian wasn't prepared for something like Charles' stomach.

I quickly left to the kitchen, where the other servants were complaining about what to make. I clapped my hands, thus getting their attention, and began giving out orders.

"Finny, go collect herbs from the garden. See if you can find some fennel. It should have yellow flowers in a bunch. Bard, cook the soy beans and bring me a pineapple, soy sauce, cornstarch, salt and pepper, vegetable oil, bell peppers, broccoli, carrots, ketchup, and sesame seeds. Put the vegetables on the table and put the rest by the stove. Mey-Rin, go find Mr. Tanaka and pick out a suitable wine to go with sweet and sour stir fry please."

"Yes, sir!"

They went on their way as I pulled out a knife and cutting board to chop the vegetables. I was about to start, when someone knocked on the door. The three stooges began freaking out so I went and answered the door.

"Is there something you need, Jeremy?"

Bard made a rude comment and I glared in his direction, thus silencing him. Jeremy went back to speaking with the others and I just returned to the cutting board. No one noticed, but a word of advice for all of you: never let a blind person use a knife. I managed to nick my finger with the knife twice before someone grabbed my hand.

"Should you really be handling such a sharp object when you, so plainly, cannot see?"

"Probably not, but dinner needs to be finished…and I'm technically the only one who can make it…You have a better idea?"

"Let me help. It's obvious that you are in no shape to be making dinner."

I felt his other hand grab my injured side and I let out a painful gasp, knees buckling beneath me. The bast-I mean, Jeremy pulled me up and sat me down on a nearby stool, bandaging my finger, before calmly waiting for my instructions. Needless to say, I had to give them to him only because the guests' well being comes before my own.

Great. I've been hanging around Sebastian too long. That wound couldn't have killed him, but I still can't seem to find him with all the mixing scents. I wonder what he's doing.