So, you know you live in Southern California when you hear at least ten drunk mexican guys singing Spanish karaoke across the street.

And i oh so wonderfully hear that.

Joy.

I'm still a bit depressed over having lost everything on my computer. And unless we can find the windows xp cd, i'm screwed.

But, on the brighter side, i figured out a way to get my notes on my ipad/itouch onto the big computer, so that'll save some time.

Maybe.

I also have gotten Kuroshitsuji 2, and that put me in a Tabby Cat video mood, so i have some clips from that i want to edit and everything...

I've also posted a new video, Sebastian's got Friends( 's song in Princess and the Frog)

i think it's rather good.

But, this chapter is 8 pages, so take what you can. I wanted to update, but i hadn't had it finished(i skip around to the parts i want to write, the do the parts i dont last) so i found a cut off place and stuck it on it's own document.

So technically, about half of chapter 22 is written XD

Go read this chapter and review please! It makes me feel better in this depressed state :)

Oh, yes, and read the bottom AN~

I rubbed the heel of my hand against my eye as I walked into the living room. For some reason, even though we got home at 2 o'clock in the morning, Sebastian deemed it necessary for us to wake up at our normal time of 7.

"Hey, what are you all yelling about? It's only seven..." A yawn cut me off, and I covered my mouth to not gross anyone out. "...in the morning."

No one answered, so I swept my eyes across the room, landing on my brother.

And he was pissed.

"Woah, what's up his ass today?" I whispered to Sebastian, who only chuckled.

Ciel glared at me, and I innocently blinked at him. "What?"

"If you must know what is up my ass, take a look at the head line."

Furrowing my eyebrows at the boy, I did as told. Immediately, my eyes widened and I threw the paper down. "What the fuck? How the hell-he didn't-argh!" I had no words to express complete and utter distaste.

"I know. The viscount didn't go anywhere last night." Ciel's already dark gaze turned black. "Everything was for naught."

I sighed, plopping onto the chair. "So were back to square one." As the boy glowered to himself, I decided it wouldn't hurt to lift his spirits a little. "But as for it being for nothing, we did learn a couple things."

He didn't even spare me a glance. "Like what?" Boy, was that filled with venom.

"Well, we learned that it wasn't the viscount; process of elimination. One major suspect gone."

He dead panned. "You said a couple things, that was only one."

"Oh yes, the second being you are the most adorable thing in pink dresses."

I ran out of the room before the electricity that began to ruffle his hair could zap me.

TCTCTC

Sebastian stood in the living room with me while Ciel moped in his office, Madam Red having already left after giving up in her many attempts to cheer him up.

I hung my head off the seat cushions with my feet up in the air, the back of my knees pressed against the headrest.

"Neh, Sebastian." My head was beginning to hurt. "You knew the viscount wasn't the culprit, didn't you?"

He was silent before I took a glance at him, and he raised an eyebrow at my form.

"That position cannot possibly be good for your health." I deadpanned, but not sure how that looked with all the blood in my head. "But yes, I was already aware of the viscount's innocence in this particular case."

I snorted, pulling myself upright, my head heavy. "So why didn't you just tell us that so we didn't have to put up that whole facade thing. I near about died trying to seduce the creep."

"He was dancing on an edge; had he actually attempted anything sexual with you, he would have died." Sebastian answered, nonchalant as he went back to his suspect list. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Wait, were you actually worried about me?" He didn't answer, and my eyes lit up. "You were! Holy crap! I didn't think a demon would actually care about protecting my virginity!"

Sebastian finally rose his head and looked back at me, eyebrow raised. "Oh? And why's that?"

"Uh..." Well, he certainly had me in a stump there. "...it's just; demons are usually portrayed as lustful and sexually driven creatures..."

"I'm sexually driven?" his eyes glinted as he smirked, seeming quite content with the idea. Snorting, I rolled my eyes.

"You're sex personified." I thought twice about that. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that...your ego doesn't need to get any bigger..."

"Is that so?"

"To be honest, I'm surprised that ego of yours fits through the door, so I doubt-"

"I was referring to your prior statement, Miss Constance."

I blushed. "I know that." and I honestly did. I just didn't want to talk about him being sex personified. It was embarrassing enough that I admitted it. "Anywa-holy shit!" I jumped, tumbling off the couch as Mr. Sex Personified leaned back, pleased with his work. "Don't just go and get in someone's face when they're not paying attention!"

Sebastian smirked at me, crawling onto the floor and leaning over me while I turned twenty different shades of red. "Oh?" he lowered his face until he was nose to nose with me. "Then does that mean I can get in someone's face when they are paying attention?"

My voice was no higher than a squeak. "No! You shouldn't do that to anyone!"

He smirked. "Just you then."

Giving me a small kiss in the corner of my mouth, I found myself laying there for only god knows how long, dumbstruck until Ciel came down and nearly tripped on me.

TCTCTC

"Damnit tabby, why did you have to take a nap on the ground?" Ceil growled, rubbing his knee. I sank further into the chair in embarrassment, hoping it would eat me. His eyebrow ticked before he threw the papers on the desk. "The population of London alone is 4.5 million. And that swells further during the season. By relaxing the conditions, the number of suspects increases."

"Still at it, are you?"

We all looked up to the red haired woman, and I smiled brightly.

"Hello, Aunt An!" She blinked at me and my smile fell. "Oh, um, sorry, if you'd rather I call you-"

"That was the most adorable thing I have ever seen!"

I coughed as she suffocated me in her vice like grip, my face stuffed against her breasts. "...can't...breathe..."

"Madam red, could you try not to kill her? It's enough to deal with the murdered prostitutes." oh thank god Ciel! I was finally released and I ungracefully collapsed in my chair.

The red haired woman pouted. "All work and no play makes Ciel a dull boy." she held up a black and white checkers board. "What say you take a break for a round of this?"

Opening the lid of the board, I found all the chess pieces hidden underneath. Ciel raised an eyebrow. "The chess set, eh? That takes me back."

I dead panned. Why did he sound like a ninety year old man just now? He was only thirteen; things weren't suppose to take him back.

Madam red however, saw nothing wrong with that. "Doesn't it just? I got it out of the store room because Ciel was coming." she pushed all the papers off the table to make room for the chess board, and I pursed my lips.

"I organized those..."

"Grell! See to the tea!" A tick formed in my eyebrow; as much as I loved the poor butler and all, was asking himto make us tea the best idea in the world?

"Tabby would you like to play a round after?"

Pulling out of my funk, I shook my head. "Oh, no thank you. I never did like chess." both stared at me, dumbstruck. "What?"

Ciel shook his head, and I still didn't understand until he muttered under his breath. "What kind of Phantomhive are you?"

Blinking, I understood what he was getting at. "I was born a Vaughn; even Maverick-you- doesn't like chess."

They both stared at me, stray hairs popping up. Was it seriously that hard to believe?

"Well, I suppose..." Madam red said, utterly at a loss. "Shall we begin?"

TCTCTC

Forty minutes into their games-madam red having lost 23 out of 23- Grell finally appeared. I raised an eyebrow. Boy did that take a long time. I had forgotten about the tea.

"As it is evening, I have prepared an herbal tea of rose hips."

Raising the cup to my mouth, I took a sip. My Mouth puckered, and I found I really didn't want to swallow it, though I had nowhere else to put the salty drink swishing in my mouth.

So I spit it back into the cup.

"Bleh! That was foul." I muttered, looking into the cup.

Madam Red's own sound of disgust was far louder than mine. "How can herbal tea be salty? And you call yourself a butler?" well, he was yourbutler, madam red.

The poor butler looked like he was going to cry. "Even so, I am still a butler for suuuuure!"

As she sent him to go fix it, I sighed. "Madam red, I'm sorry but you really need a new butler."

She raised her eyes to look at Sebastian who had his back to us. "By contrast, your butler really is rather competent," that wasn't really a fair comparison, after all Sebastian was a demon and had an OCD that required everything to be perfect. "Or should I say a hard worker?"

"Not particularly." I answered, snorting. She looked at me while Ciel nodded.

"Certainly not to that extent."

Sighing, the madam moved her pawn. "If Sebastian is that able, you may as well leave the investigation of the viscount's residence and all the rest to him."

Observing her move, he delicately reached out and picked up his knight. "He is both my might and my hands." His eye darkened slightly, along with his aura. "He is but a chess piece. And only I, the horseman can move the horse." His knight took away his opponents pawn, an adequate metaphor to Ciel's way of going about life. "If I were to defeat my opponent with an automaton of a chess piecethe achievement could not be considered my own.

"I always give the orders, and without them, he had been disciplined to move not so much a muscle." I furrowed my eyebrows. Yeah right. Tell that to the demon. "However, you might say the sole difference between Sebastian and this knightis..."

"...that he is a knightwho can move to any square in one fell swoop." I finished for Ciel as he knocked over Madam Red's queen.

"Like this."

She gasped at his audacity. "Hey! But that's against the rules!"

"Indeed." Something sadistic laid down on Ciel's face. "That is, if we were playing a game of chess."

I furrowed my eyebrow. What was he talking about?

Standing up, I walked over to Sebastian by the window, watching as the lightning struck.

"Hey...I have a question." He glanced down at me as I whispered to him, and nodded in a signal to continue. "You know who Jack the ripper actually is."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at me, and lowered his voice to match mine. "I do. However, that is not a question."

I dead panned. "Are they human?"

He smirked. "One is."

"What?" I blinked. "There's more than one?" I whispered, shocked. But I suppose it would make more sense if there were two. "What is the other one? A demon like you?"

Another smirk graced his face. "It will be revealed in time."

I bit my lip. "The most suspicious person is Madam Red."

"How do you figure?"

"Well..." I had to think about how to word it. "She seems to constantly try and take the attention off of her when it comes to the case. Like, when she was talking about the viscount. She heard rumors or now that I think about it. It's just...suspicious."

Glancing at him, I found my soul go cold. His face was so chilling, so terrifying, so...

Demonic.

And made me wish with every fiber of my being that I was wrong.

In a daze, I walked back to my chair. I was right; but I couldn't be. Madam red was too nice. My own aunt hadn't been one to kill people before she died; so why would madam red?

"Checkmate."

I looked up, seeing Ciel win the game. Madam red looked on in sympathy, and I couldn't help but couldn't feel betrayed; was this all an act?

"...Surely there must have been another way for you to live, one that didn't involve you becoming the underworlds watchdog." Was she just saying that to throw him off her trail? "I'm certain my elder sister-your mother-would've wished for it too."

Now that was true; my mother wouldn't want maverick to be the underworlds watch dog. I can't imagine Rachel Phantomhive would want her son being the watch dog either.

"Despite that, here you are... Have you returned, after all, to the underworld...because you wish to avenge my murdered sister and her husband?"

Ciel halted before continuing to move his piece, staying silent.

"Neither my sister and brother in law...nor Lizzie, Tabby and I would want that."

"I..." He contemplated his next words. "...have never once thought to avenge my parents or anything of the sort." My face mirrored madam reds look of sympathy. "Were I to avenge them, the dead would still not come back to life...much less be able to enjoy the sweet taste of revenge. Calling it vengeance or a battle of revengeis just glossing over the truth. Such utterance amount to nothing more than the selfishness of the survivors, after all...a luxury of the living, wouldn't you say?"

I suppose I could see where he was coming from, though that didn't necessarily mean I agreed. "...I...did not return to Phantomhive for the sake of the previous head.

"I returned for myself."

I could feel my entire face frown in pity. He came back, knowing that his soul would be eaten when he did finish his revenge.

"All I want is to give those who betrayed and defiled the name of Phantomhive..." He picked up his queen."...a taste of the humiliation and pain that I suffered."

And that was all he wanted; enough to give up his soul.

"Checkmate."

Of course, I already knew he was going to be a demon. But he didn't, proving just how much he wished for revenge.

Madam red sighed, rubbing the back of her head. "That make twenty six losses in a row for me. You've always been good at this kind of thing, and I've been losing to you way back when." She laughed, reminiscing. Once more, I felt horribly betrayed by this woman; how could she act like this with the blood on her hands? "I still remember the day you were born as if it were yesterday. I'd just started out as a nurse...and I didn't know what to do during the delivery. As a new born, you were so tiny and precious...and I felt I had to protect you. Though, in the end, I couldn't bear any children of my own..." Standing up, she patted the top of Ciel's head. "...to me, you're like my real son. And as a mother to her son, I want you to wash your hands of the underworld."

Despite how touching what she said was, it felt like she was telling him to leave the underworld so he wouldn't have to face the truth of her alias- as Jack the ripper. I suppose though, that her wish to protect him from that truth, was understandable. Though, if she truly loved him like a son...why who'd she do this? Why would she become the guard dog's prey?

Ciel pushed her hand away, and I felt this would be the last time we would see her as Aunt Angelina. And it hurt to know this; I knew, the next time we saw her, she would be Jack the ripper.

"I'm here now because I wished for it. I made the choice. So...

"I have no regrets, and I do not wish to depend on anyone."

Sebastian's sudden thumping of the papers made me jump and Ciel rose to his feet.

"Now, if you will excuse me." Leaning over, Ciel gave the madam a kiss on the cheek, and I realized this was his own good bye as well. "It's been fun, madam."

She winked, her blue eyes glistening with what I could only hope to be love. "I won't lose next time, Ciel."

Ciel gave a chuckle. "Good night."

Following his actions, I gave her a kiss as well. "Night, Madam red. I think I'll turn in too; god knows why Sebastian woke us up so early this morning." Then forbadeany naps.

The preteen and myself passed Grell, almost running into him. "I made some more-ah!"

I paid the incompetent butler little heed as I followed my brother. "Ciel...have you come to the same conclusion I have?"

"I did. Earlier today."

My eyes softened. "That's why you played chess; to humor her, since this would most likely be the last time seeing her unless under more unfavorableconditions.

"Unfavorable indeed."

TCTCTC

"Its cold."

Breathing out, I could feel my teeth chatter. "No shit."

"Though you insisted your usually garb would have stood out in east end, you must be feeling chill in those clothes." Sebastian tilted his head up, sniffing the air as he began to unbutton his coat. "It looks like it may rain as well."

Ciel raised his hand in passing. "Wearing that would make me stand out just as much, so I'll pass."

Sebastian turned to me, hand still on the button. I shrugged, sticking out my hand. "Oh hell, if Sebastian says it mayrain, then I'll take it. After all, he's better than the weather man."

Chuckling, he removed his coat and draped it over me, and I was assaulted with his scent. Goosebumps went up and down my body at the sudden smell, and I sighed in content.

"You still smell good." Ciel turned to me, looking on in horror. "What?"

"He smellsgood?" He whispered harshly, utterly appalled.

I shrugged. "And? He does. That can't be denied."

Poor Ciel shuddered, deciding it best if he continued on with life without that scarring event. "You're certain he will make an appearance if we keep watch here right?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, that is the only entrance...and this is the only path that leads to it."

"And your positive the next target will be Mary Kelly, who lives in that tenement?" Ciel asked, peering around the block. I gave a huff of annoyance.

"Yes Ciel, she is next. She is also the last victim, meaning Jack the ripperends here." I said, pulling the coat around me.

"Quite, sir. I think we have told you numerous times?" Sebastian smirked and the boy glared, turning away.

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Quite...in addition to the murdered prostitutes lacking internal organs..."

"There is still another commonality." I finished for him.

"Yes, but..." He furrowed his eyebrows. "What makes killing them a necessity?"

"Moreover-" I caught sight of a tail swishing in my peripheral, and my head turned, hair swinging; It couldn't be a- never mind. It totally could be a cat.

And it totally was.

"So professional, Sebastian." I said, deadpanning. Ciel looked over jerking.

"Are you listening to a word were saying?" Ciel's voice was far too shrill; it would be way too funny when he hit puberty in a few years.

Innocently, Sebastian looked up at us, like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "Ah, excuse me.

Ciel huffed and ordered him to put the cat down, which Sebastian did, albeit reluctantly.

I rolled my eyes at the demon. "What? Are you going to be upset if I told you you couldn't hug every cat?"

Based off the purely horrifiedlook he gave me, I could correctly assume this had never occurred to him, and I sighed.

"Here, take your coat back; the smell will make me light headed."

Begrudgingly he took it before looking at the cat in pity. Did I seriously like this guy?

A scream tore through the air, horrific and blood curdling.

So, do tell me what you thought.

OH, yes, what i meant to say above, but decided you'd all just skip it...
I'VE GOTTEN THE FIRST OFFICIAL TABBY CAT FANART!

I squealed so much, it made my mom press her hand to my forhead :D:D:D:D:DDDD
So, naturally, I absolutely love RachelKaBo (if you go find my Tabby Cat Artwork section in my favorites on deviantArt, her's is the one with the pink background)

THE FIRST OFFICIAL FAN ART! YOU CANT BELIEVE HOW MUCH THAT MAKES ME BLUSH!

Oh, and something random:

How many of you (who've read the clue arc/phantomhive murder mystery arc) have made the following connection:

Mr. Wordsmith, his first name is Arthur. His first work, involving a witty character was published in the christmas annual magazine.

A witty character from that time period was Sherlock Holmes.

The person who wrote sherlock holmes was named Arthur Doyle.

I seriously just made that connection, even with all the sherlock holmes pictures yana drew/colored *bangs head agaisnt the desk* did anyone else not make this connection? It'd make me feel better...

I shall be waiting my lovelies~