King's College, located in London, is not necessarily an "elite" school, but it was close to where a certain blonde menace has to work. Much to Alois' detest, a new semester had begun, and thus he was forced to return to his schooling. It was still freezing outside as he walked to class, making sure to stay on the cleared sidewalk. Unfortunately, that cut out a lot of shortcuts that would get him out of the cold faster.

His nose and ears were both red and his fingers were frozen by the time he made it into the building he needed. Despite the conditions, the Macken was in fact excited. This was his first Criminal Justice Class and he was eager to learn everything he could. He even sat in the front row, where no one sat at the start. The classroom was already half-full, even though he got there early. It looked like it would be a large class.

Eventually, everyone seemed to file in, filling up almost the entire room. Alois knew that almost half of them would drop the class within the first week or so, therefore he wasn't too worried about this. He would have all the space he could ever want, but for now, it was cramped, and the sound of collectively jumbled whispering was almost unbearable. It all came crashing into silence with the opening of the door.

The cold got in, seeping into the room. It chilled most of the students to the bone, seeing as though they took off their coats. It stopped just as soon as it came, however, when the door shut again, closing behind a man clad in black.

He wore a long coat, which he took off to reveal a suit of a similar shade. The instructor looked fairly young, and almost startled the students when he turned his head and revealed that he was wearing an eyepatch. After setting his briefcase on the desk at the front of the room, he turned to face the board, picking up the dry-erase marker at the bottom before beginning to write. Alois couldn't believe it. There was no name listed for the instructor of this class, and he certainly didn't expect it to be this man. The other detective certainly didn't bring it up to him before. Part of him still wasn't convinced that he was seeing what he was due to the shear shock of it all, but then, the instructor opened his mouth to speak.

"Good morning." The bluenette said. "I'm Doctor Phantomhive, and this is Introduction to Criminology. If this isn't your class, get out."

With that, a few of the students bashfully shuffled out, as they had somehow managed to enter the wrong classroom on accident. It wasn't at all uncommon, which is why the watchdog said anything about it. While that occurred, Ciel opened his briefcase, pulling out a stack of papers and a folder. He left the folder on his desk at the front while handing the stack of papers to the menace in the front row.

"Take one and pass it on." He instructed, causing a slight blush to appear on his beau's face. Alois did as instructed, taking one packet before passing the stack on to the person next to him.

"While the syllabus is getting passed around, I'm going to call roll. After that, we'll discuss the course, and I'll answer questions." The instructor declared, picking up the folder on his desk.

Instinctively, the menace leaned forward in order to watch him. He looked the watchdog up and down, and as strange as it was, he liked what he saw. This could be fun. Alois' boyfriend was the teacher! The blonde's mind started wandering a million different places, almost all of them pointing toward teasing the bluenette during class and playing pranks on him, in addition to other, less appropriate places.

"Macy." Called the Phantomhive, snapping the blonde back to his senses.

"Here." Answered a student.

"Maddison."

"Here."

"Marlowe."

"Present."

No "Macken". Alois rested his chin in his palm with a small pout as he realised that he was enrolled as "Alois Trancy". His beau wouldn't be able to call him by his real name while they were in class, and the thought was somehow disappointing to the menace. It was just as well. He didn't want anyone else calling him "Jim"; only Ciel could.

Thus, his mind began to wander again, venturing off to what the class would be like with Ciel in charge. He would probably be pretty strict on the surface, but knowing the bluenette, he would try his best to teach. Unfortunately, Alois wouldn't be able to flirt with him during class; at least not directly. This could either be really entertaining, or really difficult—perhaps a combination of the two. Either way, he knew for a fact that he couldn't count on the watchdog to show him leniency.

"…-ncy."

After all, the Phantomhive was stubborn. He would be tempted, but when it came to Alois' own good, Ciel was immobile.

"Trancy."

At least he had good intentions.

"Alois Trancy." The bluenette called again, faking an impatient tone as he feigned ignorance to the blonde's identity. The name was forgein on his tongue, as he hadn't called it in a long time. "No Trancy?"

"Wait! I'm here!" blurted out the menace while raising his hand upon realizing that his name had been called. As soon as he did, however, he found that the blunt end of a dry-erase marker had been suddenly introduced to his forehead. He uttered a small "ow" and rubbed the spot while the other students laughed, looking toward Ciel with a small pout.

"Pay attention." The Phantomhive warned, frowning deeply in order to hide the grin that threatened to form on his face. He continued calling roll, eventually reaching the end. Once that was settled, placed a hand on the desk and leaned on it while placing the other on his hip.

"Now, this is a Criminology class, so we'll be studying the nature, extent, management, causes, control, consequences, and prevention of criminal behaviour." Ciel stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "In your syllabus, you'll have the basic gist major assignments and when they're due written out for you, so try not to lose it. If you do, it's also been placed online. You'll have other, smaller assignments due to be turned in either online or in class, and I will remind you when they are due a few days in advance. In addition to all of this, you also have a midterm, a final, and in-class participation points. My contact information is also written out, so feel free to ask me questions if there is something that you don't understand. Are we clear on this?" The instructor earned a collective mix of "yes's" and "yeahs" in response, so he moved on.

"Good. Now, Criminology is a social science that involves some serious critical-thinking skills." Ciel began. "Whether you opt to be a police officer, a detective, or a lawyer, you will have to think about what you're doing, and what you're looking at. For example: If a homicide victim was killed in their kitchen via stabbing, and they wrote their attacker's name on the wall in blood, is that a clear indication as to who did it?"

Almost immediately, Alois raised his hand. Having no one else volunteering, Ciel conceded. "Trancy."

"That depends." The menace answered. "How far away is the wall from the body? Also, can you tell if they dipped their finger in the blood multiple times to write a clearer message? Depending on that, it may be impossible for the victim to have done it themselves, so it would have been a false lead."

"Excellent." Stated the Phantomhive, trying to hold back a proud grin. "These are the things you will have to think about during a case." The room briefly filled with chattering before it quickly died down after a glance from the bluenette.

"This may be a good time to point out that I only work here part-time." He said. "My primary job is that of a homicide detective for Scotland Yard." He perked up slightly as he saw someone raising their hand. "Yes?"

"How long have you been doing detective work?" asked one of the students.

"A long time." The man answered. "I started solving murders when I was eleven. I'm a bit of a special case, though."

"How old are you." Questioned another.

"Twenty." Bluntly stated the bluenette, prompting another series of whispering. This was a lie, of course, but no one would believe him if he revealed that he was actually one-hundred and thirty nine.

"How did you get your eyepatch?" the boy who asked that questioned was stared at by almost everyone in the room, including the menace. He had just asked the seemingly taboo question that everyone wanted answered. After a pause, the Phantomhive opened his mouth.

"Bad run-in with a satanic cult when I was ten." He bluntly stated, shocking the classroom. This was going to be interesting. He had only been there for a little over fifteen minutes and he was already the most terrifying person that these people had ever met. "There's a pentagram carved into my eye. I doubt you lot want to see that, though. It's very unattractive." Yes, he had just instilled it in their minds.

"Most of you have nothing to worry about." Ciel said with poor reassurance. "Ordinary police and detective work isn't that action-packed. I'm merely a special case."

It was true. If Alois were to stand up and describe the watchdog to a bunch of civilians, he would most likely call him something along the lines of "Like James Bond meets Sherlock Holmes, but more badass, skillful, and less of a twat." The menace chortled to himself at the thought.

"Ordinary detectives don't have things as dangerously as I do. Lots of desk-work." The Phantomhive explained. "Regardless, it's my job to teach you how to do your future one. We'll start during our next class. You're free to leave or stay behind and ask questions if you wish."

Most of the students fled, and some of them reconsidered switching their major, but one remained. He waited until the other students filed out of the room before standing up, slowly putting his things in his backpack before putting it on. Ciel gathered his own belongings in a similar manner, knowing that the menace would want an explanation.

"So, 'Doctor'…" called the menace, lazily waltzing up to the watchdog. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Killing time." The bluenette said, a small smile gracing his face now that they were alone. "I get bored at home when there's nothing to do. Sebastian suggested going back to school, but I didn't want to be a student again. So, here I am. In all fairness, however, I didn't expect to become your teacher."

"Oh, are you sure you didn't just miss me?" teasingly questioned the blonde, placing his hands on the desk between them and leaning forward.

"Maybe a little." Mumbled the Phantomhive, putting his coat back on. "Don't think that means that I'm going to go easy on you. If you act out, you'll face my wrath."

"Can't wait." Alois replied, leaning forward and pecking the bluenette on the lips. "So, what are your plans for after class? You cut it really short."

"Nothing in particular." Ciel said. "I thought it would take a lot longer to do everything, so my lesson plan didn't have anything set for today. I'm free, now."

"Well, so am I." the Macken stated. "Wanna go get some doughnuts?"

"Now you're playing into this 'cop' thing too much…"

"Do you?"

"Yes, please."


A/N: Forgive me, but I had nothing planned after the last arc, so I went with this thing I wanted to do for a while because reasons even though it doesn't really fit?

Shhh, don't question it.

Embrace it.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!