Hello everyone! First off, I big thank you to k180, MoonlightRose, 3 Sebastian, ABC-the counter, Light vs Dark, Going-to-Hell, Anime Puppy Face APF, DreamWriterx3, Princesa de la Luna, Yueaifeng, Luffy95, MaidenAliceMichaelis, KhAel and SOSlove for re-viewing!

Sorry for any mistakes/wrong grammar (cause I get the feeling there will be).

"Wow! What is that large animal?" Finny said in amazement as he pointed to a large, grey four legged animal with a very long nose.

"That's an elephant. It's a sacred animal. I have some in my palace," Soma explained before he paused for a moment.

"About nine…no ten I think," he suddenly added.

"Amazing! You have these as pets?" Bard's jaw dropped in shock causing his cigarette to fall to the ground.

"They can fit such large animals in your house?" Maylene cried in surprise.

"It's not that surprising…we could probably have a couple of elephants if the young master really wanted too," I said staring at the elephant.

"We could?" the three of them asked. I looked at them and as soon as I saw their face, I immediately regretted making the comment. Finny's eyes were shining with happiness while Bard and Maylene had huge smiles on their face.

"Just because we can doesn't mean we have to!" I quickly added.

"Please try not to wander too far away," Sebastian said but it was already too late. The three servants were off admiring animals and watching the entertainers.

"Yo Earl, so it's time for the big showdown," Lau waved as he and Ran Mao sat on a nearby stone bench.

"You brought one of your girls even though you would be in front of clients?" Ciel scoffed at Lau.

"Meh, Ran Mao is my little sister; even though we are not related by blood. Isn't she cute!" Lau started pointing her cheek to emphasize his point. Ciel didn't say anything and just blankly stared at him. Lau sighed before he continued speaking. "I heard that during the contest they would serve curry to the audience so I figured I could treat this girl."

"So there was an alternative motive," I whispered to Sebastian. Ran Mao jumped off Lau's lap so he could stand and walk over to us. Ciel and Lau walked ahead while Sebastian and I followed behind the two; just like servants should.

"So the prince's butler is really serious?" Lau asked as he bent forward so he could hear the young master easier. Ciel looked over at Soma, who was currently educating the other three servants about his homeland.

"He betrayed the master he regards as a God. Of course he is serious," Ciel said before turning his gaze away from Price Soma.

"So it's safe to assume that this is all for the prince. He was probably told that once the plan is complete the girl will be returned to them…if so it sounds like a lie to me," Sebastian looked down at Ciel to get his input about the whole situation.

"Well…should his plan succeed, letting Agni go after obtaining the royal warrant would possibly mean the leaking of his deeds…if I was West…," Ciel trailed off.

"You would have him killed?" Lau chuckled in amusement.

"You really think it would be worth killing someone over?" Ciel sighed in annoyance.

"Meeeh~, I'd do it if it was me," Lau chimed from beside him.

"Wow…what a depressing conversation," I joked but Sebastian didn't reply. I looked at him from the corner of my eye wondering why I was getting the silent treatment. It was then I noticed that he was staring at someone. I leant forward slightly so I could see who had my husband's attention and I was forced to hold back a gasp as I saw who it was.

"Isn't that," I began before the man spoke.

"Oh my...if it isn't Earl Phantomhive!" the man said cheerfully.

"Ah…Lord West," Ciel said without looking at the man. I watched on silently as a man with neatly combed blonde hair and dark green eyes approached us. He took off his black top hat which matched perfectly with his smartly pressed gray suit.

"Long time no see! It hasn't been since last year's social events if I recall correctly?" Lord West nodding his head in greeting.

"It's an honor to meet you again," Ciel said in a dull tone but nodded his head back.

"You never change…always wearing a well-tailored coat. So what brand does someone of the earl's status wear?" Lord West asked as he looked at Ciel's clothes.

My left eye twitched…what was wrong with what he was wearing? Sebastian quickly covered his laugh with a cough and I spun around glaring at him. Sebastian and I choose what Ciel's wears and today was the day I got to choose. I thought Ciel looked quite dashing in his dark blue tailored suit with matching top hat and boots.

"My butler and maid pick out all my clothing. I don't care at all about brands," Ciel retorted smartly.

"You never change! Come to think of it, isn't your group competing in this contest?" Lord West chuckled slightly.

"Yeah I'm considering expanding my business into the food industry," Ciel simply stated.

"I was rather surprised to learn that you would enter. Did you go on a hunt for a talented chef? My company can not lose! We have hired a curry specialist," Lord West bent down and whispered in Ciel's ear. "Between you and I…some spies broke into my home. It was terrible. One of my Galle lamps were broken along with a chest set I got at general trading."

Spies? A picture of Sebastian with a deer on his head appeared in my mind. I chuckled softly under my breath. That must have been the "spy".

"It scares me to think of it," he stood back up and shivered.

"Luckily the secrets of the curry were kept safe," Ciel said as he somehow managed to keep a straight face.

"I get the shivers knowing that the criminal may even be here," Lord West continued. Sebastian smiled and I quickly covered my laugh with a cough. I wonder what he would say if he knew that "spy" was standing right next to him.

"Enough of that, I heard that the Queen might be attending this curry show," Lord West said looking at Ciel.

"And?"

"Well since King Albert passed away, her majesty doesn't appear in public so often. I'd like her to taste the curry we are so proud of in front of the audience before I receive the royal warrant," Lord West boasted. Ciel didn't reply and continued to stare at him with an emotionless face.

"Oh, this chat has gone on a bit long. I will see you later," he nodded a good bye before placing his top hat back on and walking off.

"Before you receive the warrant eh?" Ciel scoffed.

"He really is certain that he will win," Soma said as he carefully approached us to avoid suspicion.

"I can't wait to see his face when he realizes he has lost," Ciel smirked. I sighed in happiness. Such a wicked little soul he is…I'm so proud!

"Yes my lord," Sebastian bowed before he stood back up and said, "Then I will head to the competitor's room and wait."

"Good luck sweetheart," I said as he walked pasted me. He paused and looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"As a butler of the Phantomhive household, where would we be if I could not accomplish this simple task?"

"We have now come to highlight of the The Empire Governed Indian Culture and Prosperity Exhibition. With participants from famous curry houses throughout London, let the curry show begin!" A man wearing a green suit with dark orange hair and brown eyes called out optimistically. He was standing at the front of a massive stage that had several stoves lined up each side and a large banner over head.

"We have prepared a special curry for the guests who are present. Please wait in anticipation! Now's today's judges are…a palace chef who will not allow any compromises in taste, Chef Higharm," the man announce as he pointed to an elderly man with a white beard. He had dull brown eyes and wore a chef's uniform.

"A tax collector currently serving in India, Mr Carter," the announcer pointed to a small, plum shaped man wearing glasses. He had thick black hair and hazel colored eyes as well as a small black beard.

"And…Viscount Druitt, who has a great love of the arts and food!" Ciel and I stood there in shock as we watched the blonde hair, blue eyed man stand up and wave.

"Eh? Wasn't he arrested by the Yard?" Lau tilted his head in confusion.

"He probably bribed his way out. How corrupt," Ciel shivered. I looked down at him and smiled softly as I saw him glare at Viscount Druitt. I leant forward and whispered to Ciel, "If it makes you feel better, he won't cause you any trouble because…will…you weren't exactly yourself that evening." Ciel whipped his head around and glared at me while I just kept smiling.

"Now, these are today's contestants! Persian Tabb Company's Chef Tarpin. Dormtory Vill Company's Chef Lach. Dahlia Company's Chef Rickman. Lippclin Company's Chef Wollest. Harold West Company's Chef Agni and the butler Sebastian from the Funtom Company. Eh? Butler?" the announcer looked at Sebastian in confusion.

"Yes…I am not a chef. I am a butler to the core," Sebastian smirked.

"A…Anyways we have presented to you each contestant! With a group like this I'm sure we can expect some tasty food! Let the contest begin!" the announcer yelled. I watched in admiration as everyone dashed to their station and began preparing their dish. Some were chopping up vegetables while others started cooking their meat.

"I guess we just sit back and wait for the curry," Lau chuckled as he looked at Ciel.

"Can't you wait silently," he muttered under his breath.

"Hey! Check it out!" A man yelled as he pointed at Agni. I looked in the direction of the man's finger and I watched in silent amazement at Agni's cooking style. He was tossing different spices into a pan before adeptly flipping the meat so it was covered in all the spices.

"That Indian guy's hand seems to have a life of it's own!" a man said.

"And what an amazing smell!" a woman added.

"This is the right hand of God eh? Victory shall come as easy as excepted," Lord West stated smugly. I scoffed at his behavior and looked over at Sebastian. I sighed dreamily as I watched him flip the meat and skillfully cover it in several different spices.

"The Funtom Company is also amazing," a voice said.

"The smell is great also!" another voice called out.

"Looks like we won't lose easily either," Ciel smirked.

"What a bully," Lau laughed. Lord West stood there in shock as he watched Sebastian.

"Hey! What exactly is he doing?"

"Could it be? He just put something dark into the curry pot,"

"Chocolate?"

"Chocolate in curry?"

"How gross!"

"What is he thinking?"

"Mama, I want to eat chocolate!"

I stood there silently as I listened to all the conversations around me. My eyes didn't drifted from Sebastian despite the urge to watch how the other contestants where making their curry.

"As excepted of Funtom, a company that makes toys and sweets! This sure is a new form of advertising!" Lord West laughed. Ciel, Ran Mao, Lau and myself stayed silent and continued watching the curry tournament. My eyes drifted to Agni and they widened slightly when I saw the expression on his face.

He knew what Sebastian was doing…he knows the benefit of the chocolate in the curry. I turned my attention back to Sebastian and continued to silently watch as the events unfolded.

"What?"

"What is that?"

"A blue…lobster?"

"This is...the royal blue lobster? It is a type of blue lobster found only in the clear sea waters off the coast of Brittany, France. This colour which is comparable to the famous chartres blue hides within the gorgeous shell. It's a splendid body much like that of a beautiful lady wearing a blue evening dress. Also under that beautiful shell is a firm body that despite its looks flows with high grade emotion and fascinates people constantly with its delicate sweetness," Viscount Druitt explained.

"Um...is it just me or did he just sound like a...pervert?" I asked softly.

"You see! Agni's right hand of God together with rare and exquisite ingredients, this is undoubtedly the highest class of curry brand products!" Lord West boasted. I watched as Sebastian started rolling balls of dough and placing them into a large tray.

"This is bad! We are going to lose this competition," Soma cried out in frusation.

"How so?" Ciel looked at Soma.

"It's true that Ciel's butler's curry is the real thing but it is only the curry that is perfect! The problem is the naan because it is not a staple in bengal I know little about it but I do know that naan is made from fermented paste and wheat. They are baked together at a high temperature in an oven we call tandoori. This place does not have such facilities. The perfect naan cannot be made. So after all the effort that Sebastian put into mastering the spices, it has only come to this. He is British after all. Not only can the naan not be made but the heat level is too high for the curry is to high. If this continues it will dry out in a matter of minutes. The painstakingly made curry will all go to waste. As I thought, one week to master the art of making curry was way too short. The contest...," Soma trailed off as he closed his eyes.

"Will be won by Sebastian," I said without drawing my eyes away from Sebastian. Soma's eyes snapped open and he stared at me in disbelief.

"What...did you not hear what I said?" he asked.

"No I heard...you need to have faith in him. He'll put through. After all...Ciel ordered him to win this so he'll win it," I looked at Soma from the corner of my eyes. He slowly nodded and looked back at Sebastian. Just what are you thinking Sebastian? Cooking the curry that high will dry it out. I thought I already told you that.

"You know...if you leave it on that high, the curry will dry out," I said looking at the pot of curry on the stove.

"I know," Sebastian stated simply as he kept working.

"So your just going to leave it like that?" I asked surprised.

"It's part of the plan," Sebastian said as he picked up a cook book and started flipping through the pages.

"What plan? I haven't heard of a plan," I said looking at him with interest. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at me before saying, "You'll have to wait and find out."

I huffed and went back to playing with the flour, that I had poured onto the table...again. I drew strange little creatures before I rolled some flour into a little ball.

"Hey Sebastian, won't it be funny if there was curry in this thing?" I asked as I showed him the tiny ball of flour. He paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Wouldn't it be funny indeed."

"Time's up! Now to invite all the judges to the state!" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the judges.

"First up is Persian Tabb Company's beef curry," the announcer said. The plate of curry was placed in front of the judges and Chef Higharm was first to try the curry.

"The beef was cut into large chunks and cooked well. It goods down nicely. It really is an extravagant curry but the flavor is plan and ordinary with no fragrance. You used curry powder. Professional chefs using curry powder! This is simply ridiculous!" Chef Higharm said. The faces of the other three chef's suddenly paled. Ha…they must have used curry powder. Another plate of curry was placed before the judges and each judge sampled it.

"Dahlia Company's spices seem to have been mixed nicely by the chef. The spiciness is overpowering and the subtle nuances of the flavor have been lost. Ha…it is a nice attempt however," Viscount Druitt smiled.

"Next we have Harold West Company's Chef Agni," the announcer said. Agni walked up to the judges with a silver platter and a silver lid was covering the food.

"Agni," the Soma whispered softly. Agni placed the platter down and placed his hand on the lid.

"This is…my curry," he said and removed the lid before he continued speaking, "Blue lobster and seven types of curry, an imperial feast."My jaw dropped in bewilderment and I stared at the dish in shock.

"A whole blue lobster served with red, yellow and green curries…what delicacy is this?" asked Chef Higharm.

"I made a variety, each has a different level of spiciness and flavor so you can sample each to your liking. All the curries were made to go perfectly with the lobster.

"Seven authentic curries prepared by an Indian served with a whole blue lobster. Then I must…," Chef Higharm began before he scooped a bit up and ate it. His eyes widened and he gasped.

"De-delicious! The meat is suitably springy and after chewing, the subtle sweet flavor permeates the entire mouth," he cried out in amazement.

"And that sweet and spicy, clear and rich soup! All this was accomplished without compromising the marvelous taste of the lobster!" Mr Carter added.

"Oooh! Aah! Like the beautiful lady unexpectedly met, with seven precious stones, wrapping their beauty around you. A gold brooch shaped like a dove, a bracelet made of sapphires and pearls, a garnet necklace, a cameo medal and a diamond and emerald ring on your exquisite fingers. By you my…heart has been stolen from me!" Viscount Druitt yelled out as he pretended to hug someone. After he finally calmed down, he looked at Agni and said, "Simply amazing! The best curry!"

"Many thanks for your praise," Agni bowed. I heard Lord West chuckled to himself and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I narrowed my eyes slightly when I saw the smug grin on his face. I started smiling when I thought of all the ways I could kill him.

"No Tori," Ciel suddenly said. I looked at him innocently and tilted my head to the side.

"Whatever are you talking about young master?" I asked. Ciel stared at me for a few moments before he looked back at the judges.

"So has the winner been decided? Last to the stage is the Funtom Company!" the announcer called out and Sebastian walked up to the stage with a silver platter that also had a silver lid on it.

"This is my curry," he said as he lifted the lid.

"This…this is!" Chef Higharm began before he stopped. My jaw dropped in shock as I stared at the ball made from a mixture of flour, wheat and fermented paste. He knew I was kidding about the whole curry being in a ball...right? Oh my devil! I just cost us the competition because Sebastian took my joke seriously!

"What is that white thing? What are you trying to pull?" Chef Higharm yelled as he pointed at Sebastian. Sebastian picked up a set of thongs and calmly picked up the ball. He then placed it into hot oil and quickly covered my eyes with my hands.

"I can't look," I muttered.

"Ah? It's deep fried?" the judges yelled in surprise.

"Ciel! What in heavens is your butler doing?" Soma looked on in horror at the events unfolding before his eyes. I finally managed to uncover my eyes and watch the scene before me.

"He is trying to make a doughnut?" Bard asked. Ciel didn't say anything and silently watched on.

"It is ready. This is our company's curry," Sebastian said as he placed the platter back in front of the judges.

"But where is the curry?" Chef Higharm asked as he stared at the deep fried ball.

"Wait a moment! This is...what? The curry...from inside," Viscount Druitt said in shock.

"What?" Agni said in disbelief while Lord West shouted it.

"This is the curry that our company proudly presents to you. It has a name…the curry doughnut!" Sebastian smirked.

"Curry…curry doughnut?" several people asked in confusion.

"Please have a taste," Sebastian looked at Mr Carter and Chef Higharm.

"What in the name of…I have never seen that kind of curry before," Soma whispered in astonishment.

"Ah…anyway, we'll have to taste it first," Chef Higharm said as he cut a piece off and placed it in his mouth. He paused before his eyes widened in surprise.

"It explodes in the mouth. This is delicious. The deep fried crispy exterior and soft interiors texture combined with that sticky curry creates several levels of heavenly taste! The most fantastic part is the curry filling used inside! Ingenious and fragrant, it is all blended together as if it were the very meaning of delicious. It blossoms the movement it is sliced open!" Chef Higharm cried out in astonishment.

"Then that means…he cooked the curry to dryness so that it could be put in to the doughnut without spilling out," I whispered softly. Got to hand it to you honey, even after all this time together, your still surprising me.

"In addition the chunks of chicken in the curry are sizeable…this really is a perfect creation!" Chef Higharm added.

"Ahh! Ohh! A young girl at the ball that makes me want to love her tenderly. The mischievous mocking bird, singing like a child in the daytime but in the evening you show your true colours. The heartstring pulling smile behind your mask. A young girl, alone...I really want to...hold you tightly in my arms! Fresh innovation and undoubted quality. This really is the Funtom Company's special revolutionary curry!" Viscount Druitt said cheerfully.

"I thank you for the praise," Sebastian bowed. Everyone started cheering and I couldn't help but smile. I paused when I saw Ciel shivering. I tilted my head to the side wondering why he of all people would shake and then it all clicked. Ciel was the mocking bird Viscount was talking about. I quickly coughed to cover the laugh that had escaped me.

"And nows the time you have all been waiting for! Taste-testing time! Please taste whichever curries you want!" the presenter called out. The judges stood up and made their way off the stage to discuss the winner. I walked over to Sebastian and let out a long sigh.

"I will admit...you had me concerned there for a bit," I said looking at him. He smirked as he looked at me, "You doubted me?"

"Hey, you would to if I suddenly make a ball of flour that you had joked about and presented it to several judges," I defended. The judges walked back on stage and handed a piece of paper to the announcer. The chefs were called back onto the stage and they lined up in the order that the curries had been presented to the judges.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting. After much discussion, the winner of the curry show is...," the presenter paused to build the tension up more. Sebastian and I shared a quick look before we turned our gaze back to the presenter.

"Harold West Company and Funtom Company! A tie!" He yelled and held the trophy up in the air. Suddenly, a whip wrapped around the golden trophy and pulled it out of the presenter's hand.

"Huh?" the presenter managed to say as he stared into his empty hand.

"Please wait," a man behind me said. I spun around and saw a man holding both the trophy and a whip. The man had dark blonde hair that matched nicely with his pale skin and a pair of goggles covered his eyes. What really interested me was what he was wearing. He wore a fancy white riding suit that reminded me a lot of the ones that the royal rider's wore.

"The victor," the man began before he was suddenly knocked over but a horse. I stared in disbelief when I saw who was riding the horse. It was an old lady...but it wasn't any old lady.

"Who's the funky old Gran?" Bard asked.

"That is..." Lau trailed off as he stared at the old woman on the horse.

"Your majesty! Why have you come here!" Ciel asked as he quickly took off his hat and walked over to the horse. It suddenly went silent. I looked over my shoulder and almost burst out laughing at the expressions on people's faces. Some had their mouths open in shock while others stared ahead blankly not believing what they had just heard.

"Hello everyone," the old woman smiled kindly.

"Her majesty the Queen!" several citizens yelled out.

Queen Victoria. This Queen is the one who crafted the most brilliant time of Great Britain's history. Not only was she the political power behind the idea of expanding the territories of Great Britain allowing it to become the empire where the sun never sets...she also made her mark in the fields of fashion at balls and other fashionable events. She was the one leading the trends and had immense popularity amongest the people. Till this day she is still deeply in love with the deceased King Albert.

"This is off topic but it is said that a popular show, The Violent Earl, was based on her highness," the man who had taken the trophy said with his face pressed down into the ground because of the horse's foot that rested on the back of his head.

"Are you okay?" Ciel asked looking down at the man. The man suddenly sat up, much to everyone's surprise, with the horse's foot still on his head and looked at the judges.

"I am done talking...but it seems the Queen had something to say," the man brushed the horse's foot away and hurried to the Queen's side as she got down from the horse.

"This curry show was indeed exciting. Thank you John," the Queen said as she, with John's help, got down from the horse.

"The fragrance permeating throughout the entire room reminds me of a time I had curry with Albert on White Island. Oh Albert!" the Queen suddenly cried out as she dropped to her knees and started crying. John quickly bent down next to her and pulled out a small doll from his coat. I stared at the doll and soon realised that it looked extactly like King Albert.

"Your majesty please pull yourself together," John said as he put the small doll in front of her. He coughed before he started speaking in a very deep voice, "I want to eat this curry with you also!".

"That's creepy," I muttered to myself.

"Her majesty seems like quite the complex character," Lau stated as he watched the scene in front of him.

"Don't talk like that," Ciel mumbled.

"Victoria pull yourself together. I'm Albert!" John said trying to copy the voice of the late King Albert.

"You're there right Albert?" the Queen looked up and smiled at the doll.

"That's why I told you not to come out," John replied. He coughed again before he and the Queen stood up.

"Your majesty, Albert has always been by your side," John said in his normal voice. The Queen placed out a piece of cloth and wiped the tears away from her eyes.

"As I received an invitation to be a judge in this contest, I have one vote don't I? I have chosen," she trailed off as she took the trophy from John and made her way up onto the stage.

"The Funtom company's butler Sebastian. This is for you," she said and handed the trophy to Sebastian. Agni looked down in disappointment.

"What! Why?" Harold West shouted as he made his way to the stage. He looked at the Queen before he continued, "How can the curry we made loose to a doughnut stuffed with curry?".

"Please look over there," she pointed towards a group of children. Several children were walking around eating Sebastian's curry while a little boy was getting in trouble with his mother for making a mess whilst eating Agni's curry.

"Do you see? Funtom's curry requires no utensils and can be consumed by anyone. Yes, that is right, this is a method that takes even children into account. Everyone is happy, the rich, the poor, the adults, the children. Everyone is equal. This kind of idea is essential for Great Britain as it heads into a new country. I highly approve of the Funtom company's accounting for our future, the children," the Queen smiled.

"This…the victor is the Funtom company!" the presenter announced out.

"How…how can this…," he mumbled as he fell to his knees.

"Nice one Sebastian!" Bard yelled.

"This is typical of Sebastian!" Maylene looked at me. I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. Finny picked up a curry doughnut and ran over to Ciel.

"You should come and eat too Young master!" Finny said as he handed Ciel the curry doughnut. I smiled at Finny's act before I walked over to Sebastian.

"Never doubted you for a minute," I chuckled.

"Oh yes, never for a minute," he smirked.

"Congratulations Chef Sebastian," John walked over to us, "Could we have a few words?". Sebastian drew his gaze away from mine and looked at John.

"I'm no chef. I am but a butler to the core."

Next Update: Sunday the 7th of August

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