His Kitten: The Night Only Gets Worse

Author's Note:

Hi there, I know it's been a while since I updated and I'm sorry about that. I still get a little carried away with doing other things and tend to forget about my fanfiction for a while. I'm sorry about that as well.

I have had this chapter written for over a month now but I'm just getting around to typing it partially because I don't have any internet at the moment and I don't have much else to do.

But this year isn't going the best for me so far, I currently do not have a job for this year, my boss is reopening the studio next year though, my mom's grandmother did die in April, two weeks after that the dog that I helped my grandma pick out when I was four years old had to be put down at the age of 17, I've had to have some dental surgery, I visited family in Florida, and I think that's it. It's not really a lot but I don't know.

I still intend to edit the earlier chapters and I know I really need to.

Thank you for sticking with me.

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Melody POV:

As I stood back by Meirin, behind nearly everyone else, I started to shake again.

I had just stopped shaking and now it was back.

Mr. Wordsmith continued to examine the corpse while my eyes refused to move away from the scene. No matter how hard I tried to make them, they wouldn't look away.

Mr. Wordsmith shook his head a bit.

"Rigor mortis is already setting in, so he's been dead for a while." He said.

I let another person die, why can't I do anything about it?!

The singer's husband kept her behind him as he started to speak.

"Are we having some kind of nightmare?"

I glanced at him for a second before looking back at the brown haired man again.

He was still examining the body.

"He doesn't have any external injuries like the other two though…"

He stopped and his breath hitched a bit along with his body stiffening in shock.

"There's a wound on his neck like he was stabbed by something!"

I blinked and looked at the body again. Why is this one different?

"It might be from a needle-like object that was used to inject a poison." He continued.

"Needle?" Someone else asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why violently kill the other two and then use a much less violent way to kill this man?

My attention snapped to Lau when I heard him speak.

"Wow~ the Earl sure lives in a nice room~"

He and Ranmau were going through the wardrobe. It nearly brought a smile to my face when I saw the small woman putting a fancy top hat on her head.

"Don't just search people's rooms as you please!" Young Master snapped.

I glanced at him and cracked a tiny smile.

Even in a time like this he was the same. If it were anyone but Young Master I would have been suspicious though.

Despite the warning the two continued, eventually finding clothes from the Jack the Ripper case. Throughout this the Asian man continued to talk, only to get snapped at again.

After a minute Mr. Wordsmith spoke again.

"It also resembles a kind of bite mark but…" He trailed off.

The lovely singer's voice came up next.

"A bite mark in the neck… It sounds just like Carmillia…"

Carmillia?

Young Master, in a way, answered my unspoken question.

"By Carmillia do you mean Le Fanus' "The Vampire Carmillia"?" He asked.

Okay so I don't really know what vampires are. That means this doesn't really help me.

"Yes, do you know it?" Mr. Wordsmith asked.

I continued to listen to the talk of this "vampire" until a voice that had been silent for a bit turned everyone's attention to Mr. Wordsmith again.

"2:38." He said.

We all looked over to see him holding a familiar clock.

"That's the clock I keep at my bedside isn't it? It guess it probably fell down when he was writhing in pain… It's broken."

Young Master said and walked over to him before continuing.

"So in other words, Mr. Phelps died around 2:38?" He asked.

Mr. Wordsmith placed the clock back where it belonged even though it was broken.

"Yes." He said.

"Hey, rather than discussing this while standing here, why don't we sort it all out while sitting down? We'll drink some tea as well." Lau said.

Honestly he was being annoying right now but Young Master seemed to go along with it.

"Indeed. Tanaka, please escort everyone to the drawing room." He said.

Tanaka…

I glanced at the elderly butler and sighed lightly. He's an excellent butler but I'm not used to him being in charge.

Once everyone was settled and had tea and something to eat they started to talk again.

I stood in my usual place on Young Master's right while Tanaka took Sebastian's place.

Ronald was nearby but a bit farther away from everyone.

"Well then, we've eaten dessert so let's sort things out." Earl Grey said.

Why did he feel the need to speak with a mouth full of food? It was disgusting and rude.

At least that's what I had learned from my time here.

"First of all, Lord Siemens. His death was around ten past one this morning."

I looked down at my shoes as they all continued speaking.

"The only one who doesn't have an alibi is Earl Phantomhive."

My eyes snapped up to glare a bit again but I kept my mouth shut. I don't need to cause any more trouble for Young Master.

"Next is the butler… His time of death is unknown. Finally Mr. Phelps. His time of death was 38 minutes past two this morning… Am I correct?"

My glare stayed on the pale haired man as he spoke. Everything he said sounded so casual despite the fact that he was talking about death. Murders at that.

I wanted to snap at him about that but still held my tongue.

"No the butler's corpse was found first, but who was actually killed first is still unknown."

Mr. Wordsmith spoke up.

All they kept calling Sebastian was "butler." Like he wasn't a real person.

Sure he was a demon but he was still a person.

"Ah, that's right."

The pale haired idiot should have thought of that.

"From their condition we know that a few hours had passed between them being killed and our finding them."

Mr. Wordsmith seemed to be taking notes.

"At this stage, me and the Earl who were chained to the bed until morning have an alibi."

Earl Grey leaned back in his chair without a word.

"Me and Mr. Wordsmith got into bed and were chained to it at around 2 o'clock. Just before then, Sebastian said he had already guided Mr. Phelps to his room."

Young Master spoke up.

It hadn't been that long after that when I fought with Sebastian… Right? Or did he see me before Young Master?

"And Mr. Phelps was killed at 2:38…" He continued.

"So who saw Mr. Butler last?" Lau asked.

I couldn't help it and my head fell lower than it had been.

Was I the last one to see him?

"That would probably be us, but… Not only was it dark but the clock was rather far away so I can't tell you the exact time…" Mr. Wordsmith said.

"Ah!"

The exclamation made me jump and whirl around to face the other three servants.

Finny stood in front of the other two with one arm raised.

"We saw Mr. Sebastian in the middle of the night!" He said.

I blinked.

"M-me too!" Meirin piped up.

"At what time was it?"

This time it was Bard that spoke.

"Hmmm… I'm certain it was around 2:50."

That was Finny again.

It was quiet for a second before Young Master's voice caught my attention.

"Melody, what time did you see Sebastian?" He asked.

I turned to look at him and glanced at the others who were watching me expectantly.

"I-I uh… I don't know. I don't have a watch and I wasn't paying attention to time. I'm sorry Young Master."

I looked down and listened to the mumbling of everyone until someone else spoke up.

"It was before 2:50 when I heard her get angry at him."

It was the guest who'd happened to hear my argument with Sebastian. I looked up at him and blinked, he'd accused me of killing Sebastian at first and was now protecting me.

"So then he must have stopped to talk to her between putting me to bed and speaking to the others." Young Master commented.

"But still this means that Sebastian was killed last." Young Master said.

Mr. Wordsmith tuned to look at Bard and the others as Young Master continued speaking.

"What did he want?" He asked.

"He came to me to confirm the food stock… And he gave this guy instructions on cleaning the hearths."

Bard jabbed his thumb in Ronald's direction. The red head stayed silent but nodded his head in agreement.

"He asked me to… Take care of a delivery… Owl?" Meirin mumbled.

Was he going to ask me to do something too? Before I yelled at him of course.

"And owl?" Young Master seemed confused.

Bard crossed his arms and started to explain.

"As opposed to pigeons, owls can fly though a storm. It's just like him to think of everything." He said.

I chewed on my lip. This was all just so terrible.

Earl Grey finally decided to speak again.

"What was in the letter?" He asked.

"I didn't see." Meirin answered.

"He might have sent a letter to the police." Mr. Wordsmith suggested.

"Seeing as the telephone wouldn't connect in a storm like this, I guess so." Young Master seemed to be a bit tired of this.

And so was I.

"However, if Sebastian was the last to be killed, the story becomes a lot more complex."

I looked back at Mr. Wordsmith as he started to speak again.

"The only ones who could lock the Earl's room would be Mr. Phelps himself, who was in the room, or Sebastian who had the key…"

He was really thinking hard, but I don't blame him.

"Which means that Sebastian being the killer is the most likely scenario… but…" He trailed off for only a moment.

"Sebastian was killed."

I looked down again. Honestly I hate this whole thing but we need to find this killer.

And then I'll kill them myself.

I shook my head to shake that thought away before listening to the conversation again as Lau spoke up.

"So maybe the butler joined up with someone and together they committed the murders. But then, afterwards, they quarreled over the rewards the job would bring and finally he was silenced?" He asked.

Screw the murderer, kill this bastard!

The same voice snapped. I shook my head a little again to silence it.

"It's not unthinkable." Young Master said.

I looked at him. What was he saying?

"In that case, the probability of the killer being someone who would gain from their deaths seems high."

I blinked.

How is everyone so calm about this?!

Maybe they're all lying.

What is this voice? I don't like it.

But shaking my head in an attempt to make it go away again would have drawn attention so if it didn't stop I'd have to deal with it for now.

Lau still seemed to look rather amused as he spoke.

"So it would seem that money makes the world go round." He said.

There were some silent glares sent at the man before Young Master started speaking again.

"Mr. Phelps was the heir to Blue Star Line, a major company in the marine transport business."

I didn't look but kept listening.

"He was a little weak willed, but had enough skill to be entrusted with the foreign trade branch and recently even expanded business to the Asian region." He said.

Now I looked at Young Master curiously as he boredly pointed at Lau.

"Lau, he was your business rival." He finished speaking.

The man looked shocked for a minute before smiling and sipping his tea.

"Well… I guess that's true." He said.

They were really turning on him now? I never really trusted him but he's a business partner of Young Master that I've known almost since I came to the manor.

Should I have felt the need to defend him?

"Furthermore, you walk around carrying a needle in those dragging sleeves of yours do you not?"

Young Master was still pointing at the man as if he was symbolizing that all eyes were on him.

But if it's Young Master turning suspicions on Lau then I shouldn't feel the need to protect him.

Right?

The man placed his teacup down as Ranmau simply continued leaning close to him.

"What?" He asked.

He brought the ends of his sleeves together over his hands.

"Yes, I am carrying one of those long needles."

He pulled one out of his sleeve.

"It's used in Oriental medicine though." He explained.

As soon as the needle was shown everyone started to show how on edge they were.

"Y-you killed Phelps!" Once guest snapped.

"Oh my. Aren't you being a bit too rash about this?" Lau asked.

He seemed to shrug his shoulders as other guests continued to snap at him.

"You bastard! You searched the Earl's room just now didn't you!" Another guest snapped.

Well with the way he put it, you could tell that it wasn't a question.

"Are you sure you weren't just destroying evidence?!" He continued.

That one was a question but all of this yelling and these emotions were starting to get on my nerves.

My hands grabbed onto my apron and began to mess with it in a way to partially distract myself.

Lau laughed lightly and continued to defend himself.

"How do you think I could make a locked room murder from that far-off walk-in-closer?" He asked.

I glanced around the room quickly.

"There's no door going outside there and even though we're Chinese, it's not like we can just pass through ventilation shafts or something." He said.

My eyes fell to the floor as I started to feel weak and tired again.

Emotions really can be annoying.

"And I have an alibi for the time Lord Siemens was murdered anyway." Lau finished defending himself.

More happiness came into his voice as he spoke.

"But aww the Earl is such a bully~. You don't need to take revenge on me now you know." He said.

Young Master's voice was flat as he replied.

"Do I really need to hear that from you, who suggested my confinement?" He asked.

That comment earned Lau a glare from me before Young Master continued.

"Well in any case, there's no one who could have killed all three even if they teamed up with Sebastian. I was just teasing you." He said.

There was a shocked gasp from Mr. Wordsmith which got a look from me.

He was looking at a piece of paper.

"That's true." He said.

"What are you talking about?" The singer asked.

She seemed confused and honestly I was too.

Mr. Wordsmith leaned over the paper and started writing.

"If I put it in a simple chart…"

He finished writing and showed us all a paper covered with names, small pictures, and x's or o's.

"It'd look like this" He finished.

Not a single name had three x's or three o's.

But mine only had one o too. I thought for sure that there would be two. One fore Mr. Phelps and one for Sebastian.

There was only one for Sebastian.

Finally I remembered that I had been across the manor from Mr. Phelps room.

That had been noticed because of the guest who had seen me fight with Sebastian.

"The only one who could have killed Lord Siemens at ten past one was Earl Phantomhive." Mr. Wordsmith said.

My hands kept playing with the fabric of my apron.

"The only one who could have killed Mr. Phelps at 2:38 was Sebastian." He continued.

That was easier to believe than Young Master killing someone himself.

"And anyone but me or the Earl could have killed Sebastian at ten to three."

He held up his chart again.

"So… Even if they worked with Sebastian… It's impossible that a single person could have caused this string of murders."

And once again people started to panic.

"If it's impossible to do alone then the people who came here as a pair are the criminals!" One guest yelled.

The first yell made me jump and grip tighter on my apron.

"Are you kidding me?! On top of being trapped in here I'm being treated as a criminal?!" The singer's husband stood and yelled.

His wife wrapped her arms around his hips in order to keep him still and calm him down.

"Grimsby, calm down!" She cried.

I bit my lip harder than before.

"Yes please calm down! Also, I'm not saying it all comes down to two people, it's not something as simple as tha-"

Mr. Wordsmith was cut off by another loud yell.

"Simple or not, I don't care! I've had enough!" Another guest yelled.

The shout and the act of slamming his fists on the table caused me to step back and a bit closer to Young Master.

The only form of comfort for me at the moment without making me seem suspicious.

"Like I'd stay in this place anyway!" The man continued and stood.

"Where are you going? Under these circumstances I'd like you to refrain from acting on your own." Young Master said calmly.

I looked at him and blinked. Calming down a slight bit only to be forced into another anxiety induced mess by yet another yell.

"You're saying that to me?! You're the one that's…" He trailed off but didn't lose his anger.

"I'm what?" Young Master asked.

My eyes snapped from the man to Young Master as the man stiffened up in shock, only to point a finger at the teenager.

"I-I know! It was really you who planned this all along wasn't it?!" He snapped.

The accusation made me sharply narrow my eyes at the man and my hands stopped messing with my now wrinkled apron.

Young Master stayed calm.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but please calm down." He said.

The man kept pointing and I now more noticeably moved closer to Young Master.

"You wanted to finish us off from the beginning and gathered us here to do so right! You the Queen's dog!" He yelled.

My hands fell to my sides.

Kill him. You heard it, he's expecting it.

I didn't move yet though the man did.

"I'm going home! Like I'd let myself be killed!" He continued.

I heard someone else stand but didn't look away from the man with his back to us.

"Please wait! It's impossible in this storm!" Mr. Wordsmith tried to talk sense into him.

"You should stay here to avoid suspicion as…"

He was cut off yet again as the man hit him across the face.

"I don't take orders from a mere doctor!" He snarled.

I moved to try and catch Mr. Wordsmith but he ended up taking me down with him causing me to yelp.

It didn't hurt so much as it shocked me.

"Woodley, the one who's telling you to sit down is me." Young Master said.

His voice was dark and demanding.

"So sit down already." He said.

I kept my eyes on this "Woodley" as I stood again. As soon as his fist pulled back I moved.

"Don't order me around!" He growled.

A shout of concern came from Mr. Wordsmith but there was no need for it.

Tanaka had moved at the same time I had and we had Woodley down on the ground in no time.

Tanaka with one arm in hand and me with the other. The expression on my face was probably close to rage or maybe sick pleasure at the fact that the man was helpless.

I could have let go of his arm but I refused to.

Tanaka, seeing that I had ahold of him and knowing that I had the strength to keep in place, stood.

"Please excuse us Mr. Woodley. If someone means any harm against the Young Master in this mansion…" He trailed off a little bit.

My grip tightened on the man's arm making him cry out while Tanaka continued speaking.

"No matter who they are, these servants will not have mercy on them." He finished.

After that his fairly dark tone took on a lighter note.

"Please understand." He said.

The man I was holding down started to grumble.

"What the hell is with this place? Damnit…" He grumbled.

I smirked a bit.

"Wha… What was that just now… I didn't seem them move at all!" Someone said.

I couldn't help but feel my pride swell at the small bit of praise.

"It I'm not mistaken, its Japan's "Baritsu"." Lau said.

"Ba-baritsu? I've never heard of it… Sorry, but please tell me about this Baritsu in more detail…" Mr. Wordsmith said.

"Tanaka, Melody." Young Master spoke up.

I looked up at him and blinked.

"You can leave it at that." He said.

A hand appeared in my line of vision. I looked up to see that it was attached to a slightly smiling Ronald.

The tense muscles in my shoulders relaxed a bit as I took his hand and got up.

"Mr. Woodly, you'll obey our orders then?" Young Master asked.

Mr. Woodly stood and scoffed a bit but didn't say anything at all.

Ronald stayed standing by my side as I went to Young Master's side.

Young Master finally put his teacup back on the saucer before speaking again.

"Well then, currently the only one who couldn't have been the criminal is Mr. Wordsmith." Young Master said.

Huh, I hadn't noticed. That.

"I think it'd be safest and fairest to put him in charge of deciding our actions from now on." He finished speaking.

The brown haired man pointed at himself in surprise.

"Me?" He asked.

"Yes, I really don't want a criminal prowling around my manor…" Young Master said.

Everyone seemed to be in agreement and I could understand why.

"Then it's decided. There's plenty of time until the storm dies down anyway."

Young Master intertwined his fingers under his chin and smiled.

"Let's thoroughly corner this criminal." He said.

Mr. Wordsmith seemed a little more than shocked as Young Master continued speaking.

"Right, Mr. Wordsmith?" He asked.

I looked down again, thoughts starting to run through my mind again.

Why?

Do I always ask why?

This time I'm going to find out why. I'm going to be strong.

And I'm going to figure out what to do about this voice.

Though all of these things, I'll still need help with them.

I glanced at Ronald.

I've got all the help I need though, I'm sure of it.

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End Author's Note:

Thank you again for reading, I personally think this chapter is just a little short and a ton of dialogue but if I were to go ahead and add the next chapter to it then it would end up being too long. That is in my opinion anyway.

Hopefully I can continue with writing and all that for a bit. Hopefully I don't get too distracted again for a while.

Thank you again for reading His Kitten and I once more apologize for the long wait. I never intend for it to take this long.

Story Word Count: 3,673