So, to anyone who is unaware, the Tabby Cat banner is up~! The link will be on my profile page, so you just have to follow that.

Oh, and i have a new video on youtube(it's link is in my profile as well) it's a Kuroshitsuji "This is Halloween" video, and i'm quite proud of it, if i say so myself XD

Anyways, i'm not a big fan of this chapter. I'll explain why at the bottom.

My heels clicked against the ice as my dress swayed, the layers of clothes attempting to keep me warm. As a small breeze passed over me, I shivered, pulling my hands inside my muff closer in an effort to conserve more heat.

"Ciel, why are we here?" I whined, glancing around at all the stands; it was like a Victorian era swapmeet. "I'm cold."

Apparently my complaining finally reached Ciel after five minutes, and I heard his patience snap. "Sebastian! Tabby's cold; do something about it."

The demon gave a chuckle, amused at my antics to get what I want. "Yes, my lord."

I waited, curious to see what he would do; much to my surprise however, he merely wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing me into his side. Not that I would complain though; he was a warm freaking demon!

"Oh my god." I muttered, snuggling further against him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're like a space heater."

Ciel glanced over his shoulder, and then turned a sickly shade of white before turning bright red. "Bloody hell! Tabby! What are you doing?!"

I deadpanned. "Why am I the one at fault?"

"You're the one hugging my butler!"

"He started it!"

Before Ciel could yell some more to add to our childish quarrel, he face palmed. "Sebastian, explain. Now."

The demon smirked, and I snuggled further into him while a tick formed in Ciel's eye. "You ordered me to do something about Miss Constance being cold. And so I have. I have the ability to raise my body temperature, so I provide more warmth than anything here."

By the way his mouth puckered, I could tell he wasn't happy but wasn't going to deny me my warmth that would undoubtedly make me complain again.

When he turned back around in defeat, a Cheshire grin spread across my face and we continued walking. "So this is a 'Frost Fair' huh?" I asked, still pleased with my win.

"It certainly is an apt title." Sebastian commented, and I nodded. To be perfectly honest, I couldn't think of a better one.

Ciel, still a bit annoyed, continued on and tried to act like he wasn't disturbed by the fact I was clinging to his butler like a spider monkey. "A large gathering at the foot of the London Bridge when the Thames freezes over. From what I'm told, it hasn't been held for several decades now. Not since 1814, apparently."

I made a face. "Global warming started this early?"

The boy made a face similar to mine, turning to look at me. "Global warming?"

I waved it off, releasing Sebastian; he had done his job, and I was as warm as if it were a spring day. "The whole idea that the earth is slowly heating up, and it effects the climate change and all that wonderful stuff, leading up to the end of the world December 21st 2012."

Both boy and butler stared at me, disbelief covering their faces at what I just said. Innocently, I tilted my head at them. "What?"

Ciel rolled his eyes, though I could tell he was happy I wasn't hanging off his butler. "Come on, let us have a look around before we leave."

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"Step on up, ladies and gents! I've got bargains that'll blow even Jack Frost away!"

My head immediately swiveled; it went against American code to pass up a good deal.

Next to me, while I looked over the items in his stand, I heard Ciel laugh. Frowning, I knew that couldn't be good. "What is it?"

"Is there something amusing?"

Glancing down, I saw Ciel was looking at the same booth I was. "Those are all of dubious quality." That caused me to pout; damnit, I hate it when I like something and it turns out to be fake. "Funtom should set up a stall; any of our products would be better than what that man is selling." Ciel lifted his cane-god knows why he needs one-pointing at the little wooden boat. "Like that there."

"Ah! Hello there, noble lad!" I frowned at the salesman; why couldn't they speak and act like normal people, not waving their arms all over the place while yelling. "You have a good eye. That piece is one of a kind, manufactured by the Funtom Toy Company years ago, when it was still just a small craft studio."

"No, that is a blatant fake." I deadpanned. Of course the thing I thought was cute would be the thing that Ciel knew for a fact was fake; let alone a supposed Funtom product. "The Funtom Arks are rare; only three sets were ever made."

"Eh?" I glanced down at Ciel. "Only three?"

"Yes; my predecessor employed the talents of an artist who was incredibly skilled; unfortunately he died before he could make the blue prints on how to construct them." Well, that sucked. But someone obviously made some blue prints. "Since our mansion burned down, even we no longer possess one. One most certainly wouldn't turn up here."

"Noah's Ark?" I glanced up at Sebastian, who stood on the other side of Ciel; who was no doubt strategically standing between us so I wouldn't cuddle up to him again. "You know, it reminds me of this country."

I deadpanned. "How the hell does it do that?

"Think about it." He looked down at the two of us; siblings without being siblings. "A boat captained by a single person. One filled with the select few who have been chosen to be saved." Sebastian smirked, humored by the idea. "Rather arrogant, don't you think?"

When an innocent smile sat on the demon's face, Ciel opened his mouth to give a snappy reply, only to be cut off.

"Is that..."

Glancing around Ciel, I saw a man I didn't know; though, apparently Ciel knew him, as he smirked. "A Scotland Yard inspector has time to attend the fair." Ah, a police man. "London must be very peaceful." Ciel gave something akin to a snort. "Today, at least."

"It's not! I'm on duty right now!" I almost face palmed; was that really the best thing to yell out?

"Oh?" Now Ciel was just screwing with the inspector. "I'll leave you to earn your wages in faithful service to the Queen and country. Good day, inspector." I stared as he turned on his heel and left the poor inspector, not comprehending what just happened.

"Wait! Come back! I have some questions for you-" The inspector reached out to grab Ciel's shoulder to stop him, but Sebastian smacked his hand away before he could touch the boy.

"Pardon me." Sebastian said, his smile obviously fake. "My master is a touch fragile at the moment." Ciel made a face, lifting his foot and hitting the demons shin. If Sebastian felt it, he certainly didn't react. "I mean, sensitive."

"Nice save, Superman." I muttered, crossing my arms while the demon gave a small bow to the man.

"Perhaps you might be a trifle more gentle when you're approaching him."

My eyes rolled, and I stuck my hand out to the man in an introduction. "Constance Vaughn."

"Phantomhive." Ciel corrected as he continued walking, and my eye twitched.

"Phantomhive." I conceded. "Constance Vaughn Phantomhive." Stressing the last name, I turned to Ciel and blew a raspberry at him. The inspector blinked at me, taking my hand; much to my surprise, he took my hand delicately in a small bow, raising my hand and kissing my fingers just below the knuckle.

I blinked, short circuiting slightly; not even the viscount had done something like that, but here this man did it without even looking perverted about it.

"Inspector Fred Abberline." He smiled sweetly at me, and I nodded before we went after Ciel. Walking up next to Sebastian, I decided he'd be the best person to ask.

"Hey, why do guys kiss the back of girl's hands when shaking hands?"

Sebastian looked down at me, eyebrow raised. "Are you not from the twenty first century? Shouldn't you be all knowing?"

I deadpanned. "If I was all knowing, I would be able to go back and forth between this time and my time."

He smiled, placing a hand over his heart. "You would come back for me? I'm touched."

Blushing at his sarcasm-because I would come back for him-I smacked his arm. "Dickwad. It's you who's obsessed with me, even though it appears you've been the death of me multiple times." I teased; after all, I didn't really hold that big of a grudge. Seeing as I didn't remember any of my pasts life's.

He smirked despite the topic. "I'll get it right eventually."

I deadpanned. "That eventually better be this time."

TCTCTC

We sat in a Chinese restaurant and I nibbled on my cookie while Ciel and Abberline talked business.

"So, what is a detective from the Yard doing here, Inspector Abberline?"

The red head hesitated to answer. "Murder. A man's corpse was discovered trapped under the ice on the Thames."

I frowned. "Murder? Are you sure he just didn't jump?"

Abberline gave a curt nod. "We have identified him as a member of a certain criminal organization." Well, that didn't mean he was killed. "I'm here because Scotland Yard wants to hunt down his killer and find a ring that he stole."

Now that was more like it. He was more likely to be killed if it was for money or a precious jewel. "What kind of ring? It must have been quite expensive to have been killed over it."

"A blue diamond." My eyebrows furrowed; blue? Wasn't that a sapphire? "Set in a ring worth 2000 quid." Staring at him, I felt my jaw go slack. That was almost 200,000 pounds in my time!

"The diamond." We all looked up to see a certain Chinese man standing before us. "The ultimate symbol of eternal radiance. A stone that bewitched all those that see its sparkle." I deadpanned; knowing Lau, he was probably just rambling in hopes to gain more information. "What man wouldn't be inspired to pursue such an exquisite prize, even though knowing all that awaits him is total destruction."

"Impossible!" I almost face palmed. Well, it appeared Lau would be getting the wanted information. "How do you know about the Hope piece?"

Ciel's eyes widened, turning back to Abberline in surprise. "You're after the Hope piece?" I frowned; why was he so intrigued now?

"Oh? Such a gem really exists? Oh my..."

We all sweat dropped, but Ciel waved him off. "It's best to ignore him, he was just blathering." I snorted. "Anyway Lau, what are you doing here?"

"Ciel, you're really going to ask that question?" They all looked at me, and I pointed to the waitresses, all dressed similarly to Ran Mao. "He owns this restaurant; I knew as soon as I saw their clothes."

While Abberline blushed at all the leg they were showing, Lau smiled, apparently pleased. "How nice, Lady Phantomhive knows me that well."

Sweatdropping, I decided it best to ignore him, as Ciel had suggested. "So, the Hope piece? What's so special about it?"

Both detective and Earl looked at me. "Have you never heard of it?" I shook my head. "A blue diamond, named after the man who's collection it was in, Henry Phillip Hope?"

"I don't know it either, my lord." Lau said, smiling. We glanced at him and the provocative position Ran Mao was in caused Abberline to blush horribly again.

"It belonged to Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette...and we know how they ended up."

I snickered. "They never got their cake?" Ciel rolled his eyes at me, but continued story time anyways.

"The diamond is said to be a cursed stone that brings ruin to all that possess it. At one point it was stolen, and cut into smaller pieces to disguise it. Rumor has it that two such pieces still exist, there is the possibility that a handful still exist as well, unbeknownst to their owners it is in fact a Hope piece." I glanced down at Ciel's hand, where the pretty blue Phantomhive ring sat. I'd never asked, but I wondered if his ring was a diamond or sapphire. "Those shards would certainly be valuable. Tell me Abberline, is that what you're searching for?"

Hesitating, the red headed detective finally caved. "It was being moved as evidence; its carriage was attacked and it was stolen."

"Intriguing." Ciel leaned forward, folding his hands under his arms. "I would like to lend you a hand in this case."

"Wha? But I wanted to go home!"

I was completely ignored while Ciel 'persuaded' us to help. "I can't force you. But if you refuse, your superior Lord Randall might find himself in a very awkward position."

TCTCTC

I pouted as we followed Abberline; dang it, I wanted to go home! I didn't like the cold, and Ciel would only allow me to use Sebastian as my personal space heater so much before he got annoyed.

"Are you sure this is the place?!"

"Yes, he set up shop here because so many people have been freezing to death." Abberline said,

"You can't be serious, not him!"

I looked out from underneath my furry hat, to see an almost exact replica of the Undertaker's parlor. "How does a stand here help anything?"

"Yes him, and you lot can wait out here." Abberline pointed his finger in what was supposed to be a threatening manner. "You are lucky I let you accompany me at all." Reaching out for the door knob, the inspector fell through the flap that was the door, and I couldn't help but snicker.

"What a helpless fool." Ciel muttered, rolling his eyes. I poked his cheek, giggling.

"Now, now. Not everyone can be as smart as moi."

The boy's eyebrow ticked. "I believe the phrase you are looking for is No one can be as stupid as you." I glared, annoyed at the bratty child.

"So, where are we?"

My peeved attitude at Ciel turned on Lau when he asked such a stupid question. "It's the Undertaker's Funeral parlor! We met him during the Jack the Ripper case!"

"Oh, that's right!"

Eyebrow twitching, I glanced back down at Ciel. "And you said there was no one stupider than me."

He rolled his eyes. "Abberline won't last one minute in there. Sebastian, prepare to-"

Before he could finish whatever scheme he was concocting, laughter emitted from inside, and I jumped at the suddenness as the ice shook.

"Abberline must have some skill..." I commented, rather impressed. Pushing the flap aside, I entered, happy to see the Undertaker once again.

Undertaker stood up from having collapsed on the floor, pointing at Abberline. "I assure you man, you're in the wrong profession! That was hysterical! You could be a world renowned comedian!" Talk about compliment of the century; if Undertaker was the one saying that, he must have been funny.

"What did you say to him?"

"I've no idea." Oh god, so not only did he get an amazing compliment from Undertaker, he has a hidden talent that he doesn't even know he possesses. "I was just conversing normally. But then he began laugh like a madman out of nowhere."

"How unexpected; you aren't without talent." My cheeks puffed as I shook with laughter. Poor Abberline.

I glanced up at Sebastian to see him glaring down at the detective. "It seems you are a man to be reckoned with, Inspector."

"But, I didn't do anything!" Abberline said, holding his hands up in defense. Walking over to him, I patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry buddy, but Sebastian now considers you an enemy and that's never gonna change."

"But I swear I didn't do anything!"

Smiling, I shrugged. "You should probably still get your coffin while we're here."

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"I'll tell you everything..." Undertaker grinned like he was in on a secret. "Where's the ring you ask?"

We were led outside, and for a second I thought he was going to point at the frozen river. However, whether it was to Abberline's relief or horror, we were lead to an ice sculpture that we had passed by earlier, a pretty blue ring on the finger of the woman.

While Abberline made a face strikingly similar to The Scream, Lau decided to point out the obvious. "Ah, it appears that the sculptor must have happened upon the ring and made a beautiful ice sculpture to compliment it. Our mystery has been solved."

The inspector turned around, and began yelling at other Yard members. "Collect the ring! Right now!"

"What do you think you're doing, thieves?!"

Looking up, I saw a series of old people glaring at us, one with a beard that belonged to Santa Clause.

Oh, and there was the Viscount of Druitt.

"That dear lady will be awarded to the contests victor." He kissed the rose and held it out towards us. "You wouldn't want to defile her, now would you."

I felt my entire face get tighter, and I looked at him through squinted eyes. "Viscount Lord Druitt."

The blonde man suddenly approached me, holding out the rose to me. "You know me, my beauty?" Oh yeah, totally. "Though I am certain we have never met," And yet we have. "I feel I recognize you from somewhere." And you do; you're just too stupid to connect the dots. "But then again, a beauty like you would be unforgettable." Says the man who forgets where he's seen me before.

"I can most assuredly say we've never met, Viscount." I dearly hoped he would get away from me soon; I really didn't want to get caught up in the human trafficking again.

"Ah, of course my little mockingbird. One so sweet and innocent would never be forgotten." Oh god, this again?!

Eye twitching, I decided I needed to escape. "Well, do excuse me. I cannot keep you from the others." Taking my chance, I turned around only to be found suddenly encased in a hug from behind.

"Oh but you may!" My face heated up horribly, glancing down. There, taking full grip, was a charcoal gray glove encasing my breast.

"Help!" I made the attempt to free myself from the viscount. "Sexual harassment!"

I was immediately released as soon as I said harassment, and I flew towards Sebastian, who allowed me to cling to him while I glared daggers at the Viscount who smiled innocently, the judges taking a blind eye to the Lord's actions.

"Sebastian, don't kill him." I said before he could even make the offer. "I want to do that."

Apparently this was enough to humor the demon, and he chuckled. "Of course, my mistress."

"Hey, I thought he was just arrested for human trafficking?" Lau asked, tilting his head at the Viscount, and the detective answered him.

"He was released just a few days ago." Obviously Abberline wasn't too happy about his release it either.

I could glared at the viscount, still clinging to Sebastian at the end of our group while Abberline attempted to take property of the sculpture. "You are the only person who will have permission to touch my breasts." Unless I deemed otherwise; but, if mates were for life, then there probably wouldn't be anyone else.

"Is that so?"

Nodding, I didn't notice Sebastian's hand snake around my shoulder until it was too late, earning a squeak from me. Unlike the Viscount, Sebastian's hand was larger, and able to fit my entire Double D's-which may have become E's while I was here-into his hand, the smallest amount spilling out from the top.

Smacking his hand away and turning burgundy, I scooted closer to Undertaker. "Oi!" Everyone looked at us, and I decided I couldn't call him a pervert if everyone was looking.

At least, not in English.

"Hentai!"

TCTCTC

Glancing around, I could have sworn I saw some familiar reflective blonde hair, but when it disappeared only to be replaced with an orange haired man playing a music box with an eerie "London Bridge" coming from it, I decided I must have imagined it.

Standing with Ciel, I watched as the sculptors began to wrap up their pieces, Sebastian being the first done. "So, you're ring is set with a Hope piece?"

Ciel glanced at me before nodding. "Yes. My predecessors have had it for many generations; it is for this reason I do not believe it to be a cursed stone."

I frowned. "Ciel, how did your grandparents on your father's side die?"

His one azure eye met mine, confusion evident in it. "My grandmother died of a heart attack before I was born while my grandfather drowned at the age of thirty six."

Deadpanning, I looked down at the boy. "Your grandfather drowned, you're father burnt to death, you sold your soul to a demon...and it's not a cursed stone?"

Ciel chuckled as Big Ben struck three, signaling the end of the contest. Sighing, I looked up at the platform and noticed only one team wasn't part of our group; which meant we had a seventy five percent chance of winning; and that probably rose to a hundred percent if we add in the fact we have Sebastian.

"First up, we have Scotland Yard and it's Merry Men with Guardian of London." Looking at their sculpture, I gaped when I saw the commissioner made of ice; Arthur or something like that was his name. He was a frequent guest at Phantomhive manor, though I rarely saw him as I tended to avoid the man; personally, he seemed like a jerk, so I made sure to stay away from his presence. Nonetheless though, it was a good sculpture, but it lacked creativity which was probably the reason they only got five points.

"Next, we have an entry from All Women's Dresses Should be Tiny, and their entry."

Looking over, I felt all the color drain out of my face; while I complimented Lau's skill as a sculptor...

"WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED PRESSED UP AGAINST RAN MAO?!"

A couple people glanced at me before glancing back at the sculpture that was being censored out by some blushing men.

"For obvious reasons, this ice sculpture has been disqualified."

I deadpanned; was I not good enough? Shaking my head, I decided I needed to get the thought out of my head; instead, I needed to focus on how to castrate Lau.

"But why?" Lau asked, looking dejected at the news of his disqualification.

Ciel shook with anger and embarrassment, no doubt horrified at the fact I was also a part of the Chinese man's sculpture. "How could you possibly think that was proper to display?!"

In horror, Ran Mao came up to me and placed my hands on her hips while she wrapped her arms around me, copying the sculpture. It took a second before I squealed and took my hands back, ducking out of her hold.

"You know, when they hide bits like that, I think it makes it even more erotic."

My eye twitched.

Looking up at the judges, I saw they were all blushing and holding up signs of X's, save for the Viscount who held up a ten, looking pleased and would probably ask to keep it the sculpture. I decided as soon as possible, I would break it to pieces, making sure to smash the boobs into slush.

Ciel blushed looking away from the nude sculpture of me and the small Chinese girl. "Win this; you can, right?"

"Of course." Sebastian answered, looking annoyed; I wondered if that was because I was featured in a nude sculpture. "You explicitly ordered me to. And I exist only to fulfill your orders my lord."

"And next, from team known as Queen's Puppy-" I face palmed. "-we have, The Ark of Noah!"

To the side, a massive drape was let down, and my jaw almost hit the ground.

"Compensating for anything?" I teased, making up for the groping he got away with. The demon smirked down at me.

"Compensating implies that I would be making up for things I lack." I nodded, not quite sure where he was going with this. "I do not lack;" His eyes glanced down to meet mine, glowing pink for a second. "In any way."

I flushed horribly, and decided I could blame it on the frigid air.

"An amazing piece! Let's see the total sco-"

"One moment." Sebastian said, happy to have-yet again-made me blush. "But you haven't seen the entire sculpture yet."

Raising his hand, he snapped, the sound echoing across the ice. The top part of the ship split down the middle, falling to the side and providing everyone the ability to see the magnificent animals hidden underneath.

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

"They look like living animals!"

"Brilliant!" Well, it appeared we had this in the bag. "He deliberately made the seam of the roof weak so it would melt over time and slip apart!"

The viscount was especially moved, and feared for a second he might have been orgasming or something. "Ooooh! Our ancestor, the brave man who stood fearlessly against the flood of God's wrath, Noah!" I deadpanned. He wasn't referring to Sebastian as Noah, was he? "He is depicted here with the pairs of animals he was ordered to rescue, awaiting rebirth from the sea."

Scratch that-he was totally referring to Sebastian as Noah.

"Astounding work young man!" Young? That's what you called being over two and a half millennia? "It's high art. I declare you a sculptor of the highest caliber!"

"No sir, you're too kind." Sebastian corrected, and I could sense what was coming. "I am simply one hell of a butler."

I shook my head; Sebastian was such a dork.

"Is everybody ready for the final scor-"

"Hold it right there!" Everyone turned towards the statue we were trying to win, and the man who stood in front of it. "Sorry to break up the party, but this ring belongs to us."

"Hold on! That means that you're the-"

"That's right; were the team of thieves that London's been talking about." He pulled his coat open, revealing sticks of dynamite. "Maybe you recognize these."

I almost face faulted. Of course this would happen the day we come.

"You have ten seconds." Everyone stared in shock as he opened a lighter. "Anyone who doesn't want to die better get the hell outta here. Ten!"

It took a moment before the crowd ran off screaming, their lives on the line.

"My lord?"

I glanced back at Ciel; why the hell was he not running away? Even if he didn't want to run, speed walking wasn't a bad second!

"Nothing's changed; my orders remain the same."

I gaped as Sebastian bowed, still nonchalant. "Indeed, young master."

Before I could possibly comprehend what was going on, Sebastian lifted me up, hopping into his sculpture.

"Please stay safe in here."

Staring, I nodded and he jumped out, going off to save Ciel. I stood up, watching as the thief pointed his gun towards Ciel; I almost deadpanned. He always acted so calm whenever a loaded gun was turned on him; though, with a butler like Sebastian, I suppose you had room to be.

Speaking of said demon, I watched as he flew through the air, kicking the gun out of the thief's hands and landing back on the ice, flying across on skates.

"He's not serious." When jumped through the air and spun four times, I smacked my palm to my forehead.

"What. An. Idiot." I commented in the fashion of Hermione Granger, watching as he knocked back the other thieves, earning a perfect score from the judges.

Well, at least he was a talented idiot.

The thief lit up a stick of dynamite, and I almost screamed when I saw it thrown at Ciel. Much to my relief and chagrin-relief because Sebastian of course saved him; chagrin because I knew those boys enjoyed giving me heart attacks- Ciel was perfectly safe with the demon while the thief continued to throw sticks of explosive after them, missing each time.

Talk about stupid... I thought, watching as his goonies reminded him we were on ice.

Almost like it was on cue, the ice below began to crack. I yelped as my little ice boat began to wobble, threatening to send me into the icy water below. A scream-that sounded strangely like Ciel's, but a bit more feminine-cut through the air filled with ice dust, followed by a thud that sent the ship crashing into the water. The force was enough for me to lose my grip on the slick ice, throwing me up over the side and crashing into the cold river.

My entire body felt like it was being stabbed. Like a thousand knifed sheathed themselves in my body, and a thousand more each second that passed. My blood burned inside me, until that too cooled, and I watched whatever air that was inside me float to the surface in bubbles before the burning in my lungs caused my vision to go black.

The reason i dislike this chapter:

Because that last bit wasn't suppose to happen. She wasn'tsuppose to fall off the ice sculpture. And it annoys me when things dont go the way i plan them to when i do actually plan. (i usually play it by ear)

gah. How annoying. Another reason i dislike this chapter is because it's one of those things you dont really want to do, but you know you're going to have to do it eventually. So, i procrastinated for the longest time with it, and it totally flipflops at the end with her blacking out.

JFKLJSDAECCETASEXA! D:

but, there is one thing i like.

You all have no effing idea what's gonna come next. muahahaha!
Though, the truth of the matter is that i dont like the next chapter too much either. Let's just get through them together so we can get to the other chapters i do like.

And, officially, I have completed volumes 1, 2, and 3 of the manga, along with Dvd's 1 and 2 of the anime.
WOOHOO! (it's how i keep track of how much i've done)

And who's read chapter 72 of the manga? I'm not gonna be adding the school arc but...
Ciel has totally effed up. I laughed about it. Then i got annoyed the next chapter wasn't up and cursed yana toboso for not being able to magically poof the drawings onto paper.

And i swear, you guys are all on the same wave length when it comes to reviews. You'll give about ten...then thirty...then more than fifty...then twenty. You guys are so fickle~

tell me what you hated about this chapter!

And to those who like Karen and Alexia...some of you are really going to hate me when it comes to chapter 42.

See you Tuesday~!

:oh, btw, over on my deviantart page, i have...not exactly a contest, but kind of...that if you can guess a pairing in kuroshitsuji that i dont support, i will give you five points(deviantart's currency 80pts-1 USD) I'm not going to lie or anything, because that would take out the fun of it. And they have to be actual characters like Sebby, Beast, Joker, Arthur(please specify which arthur-Mr. Wordsmith or Lord Randall), and so on.

So, five points for every pairing. No repeats though. I'll have the one's chosen that i dont support in a list on my page.

btw, deviantart is a free art website, if you would like to join. *andwatchmecoughcough* Premium memberships cost money, but over half the deviantart population is not premium.