Liv: You!

Me: Me?

Liv: Yes you! You haven't written a chapter in forever

Me: Ehehehehe...I'm sorry...yaoi distracted me

Liv: Yaoi ¬.¬

Me: Yes i'm really into Katekyo hitmam reborn yaoi fanfics atm...that or anything Reborn! Doesn't even matter as long as its hitman reborn :3

Liv: ¬.¬

Me: *innocent tilting head face* ...yes?

Liv: I'm going to kill you if you don't start writing!

Me: ehehehe ^-^' ... OK FINE I'M WRITING!

Liv: YAY!

Avi: Hi guys...

Me: 8O omg avi you exist!

Avi: ...yes? I could say the same about you! You baka!

Me: hmmm...i haven't written in a while because i've being obessed with writing yaoi fanfics.

Avi & Liv: ¬.¬

Me: What?

Avi & Liv: *sighs*

Me: I like Hibari with Tsuna but i also like everyone piling on Tsun—

Liv: *HITS ON HEAD WITH UMBRELLA OF JUSTICE* JUST WRITE ALREADY!

Me: Fine...yes...yes...i'm writing.

Sorry about my long break guys, i'm a very lazy author and if i'm not being lazy i'm an author who keeps writing KHR yaoi fanfics :3 Ok I hope you enjoy this chapter.

If I was supposed to love this man, he was rubbish at making me feel anything but disgust. I sat uncomfortable on a chair, a glass of something that smelt like alcohol which had been given to me. I watched as my supposed husband sitting on the love seat across from me had his arms wrapped around two women. Their giggles were sour on my ears, just so forced and fake as he gave them jokes that I bet weren't funny. I just watched repulsed as the women threw themselves all over him, seriously what did they see in him? But then again to them he's just a rich bachelor, who has the looks and other talents. They don't know the real him...they don't know the perverted kidnapping murderer hidden behind that mask. I got uncomfortable on my chair, and swung one leg over a knee, crossing them together, and relaxing back in my chair. I was zoning out listening to the hyenas, their laughs starting to hurt my ears. I didn't even want to be here, he had dragged me along. Said we were to have a house party, in honour of our...engagement. I shuddered, what a grotesque word.

I flicked my head back and was greeted with his slimy grin, this of course made me raise an eyebrow. What did he want? I continued to watch them apathetically, the same 'I think I'm going to be sick' expression plastered on face as the women pressed themselves up against him. Well ladies I wish he would just take you instead, marry you instead, do whatever he has in that sick little head of his to you. Because unlike you, where you have the choice to go or stay, a choice to flirt or not, I do not. His eyes kept meeting mine and I in return just frowned, it didn't take long to see that the smarter one of the hyenas had noticed his trailing stare, her eyes peeking over at me with an eagle like glare. Her face contorted into a 'back off bitch' or 'no fair you why do you get all the attention' expression; if I had the choice I would give it all to you, stupid woman.

I scowled, my eyebrows narrowing as he started to eye me, and then eyeing the women besides him, and then eyeing me again with a small smile. Did he honestly thinking I was jealous? I wanted to roll on the floor laughing, I had finally caught on. He was trying to make me feel jealous, jealous...oh dear lord what a fool! I smiled back at him daringly which caught him off guard, giving him an innocent sweet smile and nodding like I approved. This time he frowned and brought one of the hyena's closer, making the woman shriek in delight.

"Ladies, I haven't introduced my lovely fiancé yet have I?" he smiled, and the hyena's mouths dropped open like there was rockets down their throats that was clear to blast off anytime soon.

I leaned forward, grimacing at the word fiancé; it was such a horrible word coming from him.

"Why don't you say hello, my love." I gave him a sour look, god he really knew how to make my stomach tie in knots that made me want to spew all over the floor, urm...that was gross sorry.

I put on my fake smiley face and turned to greet the hyenas –who were both pouting and glaring at me-my hand reaching out to ask for a handshake. Both the women stared at my hand like venom was dripping from it, or my hand was a poisonous snake about to bite them. God how foolish. The first hyena took my hand and I gave her a faked pleasant grin.

"Hello my name is Ellie it's very nice to meet you," I said, watching my husband-to-be frown as I mentioned my name, oh yer he didn't know of my nickname.

The first hyena nodded awkwardly, her perfect hair style bobbing up and down a little. I must admit, least 19th century gold digging bimbos didn't look so much like the slutty generation that I came from. Seriously once I saw a girl wearing a mini skirt and no tights...in the middle of FEBUARARY! Anyway that's not important, I shook the other hand of the second hyena who dug her perfect nail like claws in a little, making me grip even harder back to show her I have noticed the violence.

As our hands let go the women coiled themselves around that man again, giving each other pathetic evil glares as if they were fighting over a piece of meat. So if this man was trying to get me to love him, did he really believe that flaunting himself off with other women would do the trick? Biggest douche bag ever. I moved over to the window, not caring if he was staring at me, my fingers tracing the window pane as I stared out into the peaceful snow smattered garden. Sebastian...I stiffened, why was I thinking of him? My face grew hot, and I hid it from the vision of the gross man by pressing myself close to the window. You know on times like this you would believe you would think about the ones you care for...so why was he on my mind?

I blew onto the window pane, staring blankly at the now frosty window pane; my fingers traced a series of shapes. From tiny messy stars, to spirals that the water dripped from lazily and then finally polka dots.

I smiled a little at my minute's worth of entertainment and turned around, my hands securely behind my back. I moved over to my husband, who looked at me with at most surprise. I leaned over to him, fake smiles all round.

He smiled like he had won part of my affection, how wrong he was.

"Do you have anything I can use to draw on?" I asked, and if it wasn't my imagination I saw his should slump forward. FIRST POINT GOES TO ME! MWAHAHAHA!

He remained composed and nodded. He lifted himself up off the love seat, the women lazily falling off him onto the cushioned sofa. He clicked over Maxwell who was over as quick as a shot, by his master's side, his face lighting up brightly.

"Get her something to draw with, it's a bit inappropriate to not be a vigilant host for the party but if that's what she wants," Maxwell nodded and made his way off only to appear a mere 30 seconds later, the notepad in hand with a pencil, his face looking like a little puppy in hope from praise from his master, "Thank you Maxwell."

Lucas's hand reached out to pat Maxwell on the shoulder, it was amazing, I had never seen the death god act this strange.

I tugged on Lucas's sleeves and his body twisted round hastily, his sickly smirk on extreme repulsive mode.

"Yes?"

"I'm soo tired, I'm going to just retire for tonight, goodnight," I lied, pretending to yawn. His smile turned upside down but it soon perked up again.

"If that's what you wish my sweet," he grabbed a hold of my shoulders, and leaned down, causing my face to redden violently, and I hated myself for blushing for him, "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"

He leaned closer, but my hand shot up quicker, placing itself over my mouth.

Before he could protest I was already charging down the hallway, I needed to get back to my room now, before I throw up all over the floor.

Sebastian gazed out of the window, his crimson eyes staring at a perfectly groomed tree. He was thinking, mainly about Miss Elizabeth's appearance earlier.

"Is Miss Eleanor here?"

Sebastian heard the high pitch squeak from the front door, and noticed the girl standing to face it was that of the other girl's friend. First thing to notice was that Eleanor's death god friend looked as stiff as a plank of wood, and when Sebastian caught a glimpse of her face she was as white as a sheet. He did a quick manoeuvre around the young woman, and greeted the younger girl with a rather forced smile.

"Hello Miss Elizabeth," he said his voice as smooth as ever. His eyes quickly drew to the other girl nibbling on her bottom lip. He could tell she was nervous –even though he was going to save Eleanor, somehow- just mentioning the friend's name, the friend that sacrificed herself for the other could be heavy on one's conscience.

"Miss Eleanor is not here at the moment," Sebastian made out before the 13 year old began to whine.

"What do you mean she's not here? She promised me that it wouldn't take finding this person very long!" That was a lie, Eleanor had given no such promise for the time, however she did promise she would leave with Miss Elisabeth.

"Well she's gone out, milady." That was a lie, but right now that's what Sebastian needed to do, lie, and lie away.

"Olivia who is it?" And what he didn't need was her. The brunette haired girl popped her face from around a door that lead to the hallway, before pacing over towards her friend. Sebastian could tell by the look on Elisabeth's face that whatever was going to happen next was not going to be all fluffy bunnies, hearts and smiles.

"You're still here."

The small brunette turned to the voice and froze up, her face scrunching up in discomfort.

The taller one of the three girls –the death god- looked back and forth at the frosty layer that wedged itself like a wall between the two other girls. Like a cat fight could break out any second. Women really are stupid creatures; Sebastian ran a hand through his hair and tried to place himself between the two females.

He watched as the 13 year old's fist clenched, her palm soon stretching out to become what looked like a future slap for the brunette haired girl. But before Sebastian could intervene, someone already had.

"What do you think you're doing?" the other girl asked bitterly, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowing into a piercing glare, "I'm going to ask again, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Get out of the way!" the younger of the females retorted, trying to push past her but was clearly stopped when the silver weapon –which officially appeared out of nowhere- took its place between the girls. Sebastian took in Elisabeth's open trap, gawping at the huge silver scythe that was pointed at her, its use as a barricade.

"W-What are you?"

"L-Liv," the brunette muttered, her eyes widening at the sight of the silver object, its sharpness without fail could intimate anyone.

"I don't get it!" Elisabeth groaned loudly, her lips pouting, her tone of voice growing more vulgar and whiny by each passing second, "First you steal my fiancé, second when I try and do a nice thing for someone I like that I think I would like as a friend well she's not here, I mean how ungrateful, she's just a stupid gi..."

The noise of the upcoming slap echoed in the hallway, Sebastian's crimson orbs opened wider to notice the brunette haired girl snarling, her hand raised firmly, the youngest girl clutching her now swollen cheek.

Finally the brunette haired girl had done something, which was well...interesting, even if it meant she had slapped his master's fiancé in the face.

"My friend! Don't you dare bad mouth her, she's not here because some psycho kidnapped her, you hear!" the brunette screeched.

"Wha...kidnapped?" Elisabeth answered back in a shocked daze.

"Yes, my friend, my innocent friend who would never do anything to hurt people...well maybe hit them with chairs...but that isn't the point, she's now somewhere no normal person would able to withstand, and that's why if you come back later, she'll be here for you, you spoilt little...and you know what...knowing her, she'll be kind to you, and thank you, and probably even praise you, because that's just the person she is! She's just an innocent human girl, she's childish and almost always grumpy but she's my kind friend, and I never want you to bad mouth her when it's not needed, especially with the situation she's in!"

The blonde curls seemed to droop, as well as the fact that the brunette's speech had rendered Elisabeth speechless.

Sebastian's shoulders rose a little when the girl –still in fury mode- turned to him.

"Sebastian you better hurry and get her back!"

How rude.

"I'll try my best," he replied, his eye twitching slightly from the tone the girl was using on him.

She turned glared back at Elisabeth, and then stomped down the hallway. The silence took over like a hole in the head, that was until the blonde death god spoke, shattering the invisibly iciness.

"Holy shit, didn't know Emma had that in her."

What an unsatisfactory comment.

With that the other girl also left, her heels following hastily in the other girl's footsteps, her arms wrapped around her shiny scythe.

So it was one could say a rather strange turn of events. He didn't know that new woman of Ciel's had it in her to get that mad, yet her words, they seemed so true. It did make the demon feel hesitant, his thoughts lingering back to the girl's speech and the girl that was now in the clutches of a stranger that thought it was ok to proclaim that that young woman was his to be wife. He exhaled slowly, and looked down at his surroundings; he hadn't noticed his arms were half in washing up water, his fingers touching the dirty plates.

That's right he was cleaning up the dinner plates, it wasn't like him to get distracted.

A small waft of something in particular filled his nostrils, it was only a faint smell but it seemed quite memorable. His head jerked towards the cabinet, his eyes zooming on it, and even though the source was microscopic it was definitely a fleck of blood, rather dry but still seemed rather familiar. He took a cloth, slowly leaning down to where the invisible speck was, the floor dampening as he removed his arms without even bothering to dry them. This belonged...Eleanor. He paused but then continued on, wiping it up quickly with the cloth, she wouldn't be happy if he had just left it there. He was sure of it.

He moved himself back up, he had to save her, but how was he going to do that. Going up against a death god was harder than any normal human and not to mention that Eleanor had explained that the master of that house hold could make anyone his mind boggled slave...well everyone except her.

What was it about that girl that made him think of her? He resumed to washing dishes but his mind was of course elsewhere.

That girl...she was boring! She was dull. Rather stupid. Not charming. Unattractive. Cute. Wait wrong word!

Sebastian flinched, if he was going to save this girl he needed help...ok death god...we've done it before...time to, team up.

William glanced over wearily at his lover whose arm was around the fuming brunette, another around her gigantic scythe. Well in his eyes this was well, more than peculiar. The fact she was innocently holding the scythe while comforting her friend was just strange. His mind was also focused on the arm, because he was jealous, even though it was obvious that the girls were just being the friends they are, he was jealous, because the death god himself wanted the attention. Which in his head was utmost ridiculous, him an all powerful death god being reduced to stupidity by a mere girl, but then again this mere girl was someone he was in love with. As he found himself being drawn in by the blonde's presence, his hand reaching to touch the top of her head, but he was interrupted, by a forced 'attention everyone' cough.

His eyes jerked over, his top row of teeth sinking lightly into his bottom lip, it was the demon. How he disgusted him so. What exactly did he want!

"Sir, I need your help." He couldn't be serious, William looked him dead in the eyes and wriggled his perfect nose, and at the same time he let out an unconscious snort.

"Trying to be civilised repulsive creature?" he growled, but the demon didn't falter instead he repeated himself.

"Sir, I need your help."

"What with exactly?" he asked bitterly, becoming unbelievably uncomfortable as it dawned on him that the two women, one being his lover and the other her friend, were boring into him.

"Maxwell Shears is a death god from your department, is he not?" Why was the death god asking something that was plainly obvious? William made a quick nod, before narrowing his eyes behind his glasses at the demon.

"Then I'm asking you now, as you are a death god boss, how do you kill one of your kind?"

I stretched out on the bed, I can tell you something, even if these dresses were absolutely gorgeous they didn't half hurt your joints and make you feel like your stomach is having its insides squeezed like you're a tooth paste tube. But all was well now; I was out of that dress, and that corset of doom, and into something that was much more comfortable, and much more appropriate for sleeping in. I glanced wearily down at the notepad I had borrowed earlier to draw in. In it consisted of a bunch of crappy scribbles, each of them of people close to me. There was one of Olivia, you could only just make out it was her, I mean my art skills aren't bad, in fact I'm an B/A student, well...was. But Olivia was the artist. Anyways this page also consisted of Emma, and my little brother, the one of him had me hitting him on the head, ehehehehe.

One of my parents. Even one of Emma and Ciel. Oh not to mention Ollie and Matt, which reminds me...I wonder what's happened with them too.

They were with us in the woods, I mean what if...what if mine, Liv's and Emma's parents thought those two had murdered us or something? DAMM! DAMM! DAMM! Calm down Ellie and just think positively. Yes like that's ever an option was me. After arguing with my conscience I picked up the pencil and began to outline one drawing in particular. This one had an attempt of a manly body, but then was crossed out and created to be in chibi form, a little serving plate in his hand, his black hair nearly covering one of his eyes. Then it dawned on me...I flicked over a page that I had done earlier. This page was full...full...of... SEBASTIAN! I slammed my head against the duvets, even though it was cushiony softness that greeted my forehead. Was I obsessed with this man? I was most definitely not swooning! I don't believe in love, ok I admit I have a crush. This is...all of this...it's just a crush. An innocent little school girl crush. So why does your heart pound when your near him hmmm...SHUT UP INNER THOUGHTS! Come on you know he's attractive and saved you oh so many times, like a chivalrous prince...GO AWAY INNER THOUGHTS! You know you can't get rid of me, it's your heart speaking ya know! Jesus Christ I think I'm turning schizophrenic

I flopped backwards, my head hitting the cushions, my foot accidently knocking the sketch pad onto the floor. I'm just tired, that's all. I glanced up hastily to check if that chair I had purposely positioned to keep the door shut in case of intruders *cough* Lucas *cough* was stable. Knowing that the chair was firmly secured I let my eyes rest. Because all I needed was sleep. Yes...sleep.

"William you offered to help Sebastian but why won't you let me help you!"

It was true; the death god had offered to team up with the demon in order to save the blonde haired girl.

"Because it's dangerous!"

"And you know well and truly that I can fight!"

The only reason he had accepted to help was because...the girl was a friend of Olivia's and by not offering to help, was not a plus point for impressing a lover. Yet the only problem he had now was trying to stop the reason he was helping from teaming up too.

"I know but—

"But what?"

He turned to face the blonde, her face was red from arguing, her eyes giving him a glare that was supposed to be icy but in his eyes was well...cute.

"You know why, look Olivia," he looked down at her bandaged up shoulder, and traced it gently with a finger tip. She winced under his touch, her teeth feasting on her bottom lip.

"You are in no condition to fight, and if you were to get hurt, I don't know what I would do," he made out, even though it sounded atrociously soppy.

The girl looked away dejectedly, her eyes meeting with the floor, the corners of her mouth heading in that direction too.

"But I can—

"Olivia don't kid yourself," he spoke softly, stroking a hand through her short hair.

"I just really want to help...she's my friend!" the girl retorted.

"Look...I spent a short time with your friend, and by the type of girl she is...and the way she spoke to me...it makes me conclude that she doesn't want you hurt, or in danger...in fact she doesn't want either of you girls hurt."

The girl shot him a defensive look, but her little perch she sat on high above everyone else had been taken down.

"I just want to help!" she spluttered, fighting back the urge to cry. William looked around, and exhaled slowly. He was still reluctant about all this romance stuff with watching eyes but as long as no one was here. He swooped down, wrapping her into a warm embrace. She squeaked a little, her body that was once ridged at the beginning melted into the touch.

"Damm it you're persuading," William heard a muffle grumble and smirked. Well he did try his hardest.

A/N: I've been a bad author, a bad, bad, bad, bad, lazy, author! I'm sorry i haven't updated in forever guys, I'm a very lazy girl. I get distracted none the less. And stuff. Sorry if anything in this chapter was inexcusably bad, and it makes you want to grab a hatchet and remove my head. I will try my best to update more frequently, while I attempt to update my other fics too.

Ehehe... a review would be nice though I probably don't deserve one. Sorry I'm this is crappy, hope you enjoyed it though.