Disclaimer: DVG13 owns Kuroshitsuji in her imagination. Translation? She does not own it.

I am soooo ashamed of myself. I'm serious. I want to kill myself right now. I didn't update AT ALL during January. Oh… oh my gawd…. Oh my.. I deserve to be brutally slaughtered by Grell.

But hey… at least I have good grades. XD

And I know that I have absolutely NO RIGHT to ask this of you guys, but please, I am writing a story for my English class and I SERIOUSLY need help for it. Suggestions and whatnot shall be greatly – what's the word? – needed. Here's the link to it: s/3098417/1/Exiled-to-Teversham

Now onto the story (which, by the way, I totally didn't write in an hour).

I do not know when I fell asleep, but even there, my thoughts plagued me, and I could not tell the line between when my conscious thoughts stopped and the ones appearing in my sleep began.

Darkness. Darkness surrounded me.

I've gone blind, I thought frantically.

"Young Master?" said a voice and several taps on the door.

A door creaked open and in strode my butler, clad in his usual attire.

Hey. I can see him. I'm not blind!

Then I realized how informal my thoughts were and shook my head in disgust. When did I start using words like "hey"?

"Young Master, breakfast shall be…" I tuned out and allowed myself to fall into the regular schedule. Everything that had occurred before was a dream. Nothing had actually happened.

Nothing.

After breakfast and after I changed into more proper clothing, I walked out of the bedroom with no particular purpose. Perhaps I would go visit Finny and somehow try to salvage the remains of my garden. Or perhaps I should save the kitchen? Then again, my silverware was important too.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice a boy running toward me until it was too late.

He collided with me and the force of the impact knocked me off my feet.

"Finny!" I scolded. "Watch where you are going!"

"Watch who you are talking too," the blond boy snapped in reply.

I blinked. Then realization dawned on me.

It wasn't a dream.

Everything had really happened.

I gave a mental groan. "Jayce? Or are you Logan?" I was too weary to take a close look at the boy. I started to feel sick actually.

I wanted to push Sebastian to the ground, to kick him, to slap him, to hurt him in all possible ways the way he carefully destructed my life. That arrogant demon thinks he can toy with me and get away with it! He really believes that!

I barely noticed Logan – or was it Jayce? – talking to Sebastian. He was waving frantically while Sebastian listened with a fixed expression on his face. Finally, he nodded.

"Very well then, Jayce. Let us prepare a … greeting for Claude. If he wants to see me so badly, I am sure this must be a matter of great urgency… And perhaps we can use his desperation to our advantage," he added after a moment.

Jayce nodded and his mischievous expression returned. "Shall I inform the others?"

"Yes."

Funny. I could have sworn this conversation was somehow related to me. It does not matter. Sebastian will have died seven – no eight? – times from humiliation before he can ruin my life any further.

The rain crashed own outside. Claude and a barely conscious Alois walked into the mansion. Sebastian looked concerned.

"Please Claude, this was a new carpet!"

Claude glared at him. Through gritted teeth, he spoke. "My master, Alois, has decided to stab himself for some reason. Unable to stanch the flow of blood, I have come to ask you for your assistance. I know you have a particularly useful potion to help heal wounds."

Sebastian looked mildly amused. "Oh? And why should I help you? What do I get out of this deal?"

Claude scowled. "I shall give to you the antidote to the poison that is in your Young Master's body right now."

"Give it to me now."

"No."

"Then you shall just have to live with the fact that you never completed this contract."

Claude faltered. "Fine."

Handing Sebastian a small vial of clear liquid, he scowled. "You had better keep your end of the deal."

Sebastian smirked. "Of course. I am very honorable in keeping my promises."

I was told to stay in the bed while Claude visited. I moaned in boredom.

I wonder what would happen if I threw that light-thing – a lamp – at the window.

Just then, the door to my room opened and Sebastian came in. I sat up regally and gave him a disregarding glance. "Well?" I asked.

"Young Master, I have the antidote."

I blinked twice. "What? No, I heard what you said. But how… did he just hand it over?"

"Just drink it, Young Master, and we can leave this place." He opened the small vial and held it to my lips.

Children, do not try the antidote to a demonic spider poison at home. It tasted disgusting.

I was barely able to keep my breakfast down after just the first sip. Sebastian pushed it closer insistently and I forced myself to down the rest of the liquid.

It was terrifyingly bitter and had a thick, syrup-like texture. It burned my throat when I drank it, and for a moment I thought I would choke.

I coughed and then sniffed the bottle. It actually smelled pretty decent. Flowery, like the perfume Lizzie likes to wear.

Claude appeared at the doorway, his body shaking with laughter. Alois was not by him.

"You actually drank that? You fed your Young Master SHAMPOO?!" He laughed some more.

It took a moment to realize what had happened, but realize Sebastian did. With a growl he drew his silverware and threw them at Claude.

Me? Well, I would love to say that I held it together and sat nobly atop the bed.

But in reality, I lost my breakfast.

I retched and coughed and sputtered. Shampoo… I thought to myself. Sebastian fed me shampoo!

Ruining my life wasn't enough. No, that creature of the night had to make me hate baths too!

Ahaha the comments and whatnot were inspired by Darren Shan's Cirque du Freak Series. Well, the tone/attitude was inspired by Rick Riordan and Jonathon Stroud. Yeah I read too much XD

So once again, please go help me on my story. Either type in "Exiled to Terversham" or search for the author "Mallory Swansworth". Thank you :D and have a good day. (This is late, but here's to Valentine's Day. I don't think much of the flowers, but I love the candy XD)