The day came around for Alois to have his second class with "Doctor Phantomhive", and he was incredibly curious as to what the day had to offer. The bluenette wouldn't let his beau look at his lesson plans, so the blonde was stumped. All he could possibly do was get to class and wait.

So that's what he did. He walked into the lecture hall, taking a seat in the front row once again. For some reason, he was the only one who wasn't seated toward the very back. It would appear that Ciel had scared the students pretty badly last time. No one else sat anywhere near the front until all of the back seats were filled.

It was at this point that a few brave souls sat at the front with the menace. There were mostly women toward the front, which made him a bit wary. It was most likely nothing. Perhaps they didn't want to be stuck in the back with a bunch of boys. Perhaps they wanted to make sure that they were more likely to be called on. Whatever the reason, Alois only hoped that it wasn't because of their rather attractive teacher. Honestly, Alois couldn't think of a single reason why they would be afraid of Ciel other than his appearance, and perhaps his manner of speaking.

"Has the teacher come in yet?" asked a woman as she casually came in and sat down next to the menace, promptly tearing him from his thoughts. When he looked up, he shook his head.

"Nope. You're still early." He said, going back to playing with the end of his mechanical pencil.

"Oh, thank god." The woman sighed in relief. "I was afraid I would have something thrown at me."

"Probably not. If you're in here by the time class starts, he can't really do anything, can he?"

"I dunno. He's a pretty scary-looking guy. He also acts like the sort of teacher that wouldn't be too friendly."

"Maybe people are always acting afraid of him, so he doesn't know how." Alois said. While he knew she was probably right, the Macken couldn't help but be biased. He knew the watchdog better than almost anyone, after all. "This class is about thinking about all of the little details, after all."

"Maybe you're right…" the stranger said, pausing for a bit before continuing. "You know an awful lot about this stuff, huh? You got that question right about the blood the other day, too."

"Well, I've been learning about this stuff for a while." He answered. "I'm trying to become a detective."

"Really? You'd probably be well good at that. I'm going to go to law school after this to be a lawyer. Oh, my name's Laverne, by the way. Laverne Shelby."

"Alois Trancy." Replied the menace with a small nod and a smile.

"Yeah, I think most of us remembered that because of yesterday." Shelby stated.

"Was it that bad?"

"He seemed pretty pissed off at you. Be sure to pay close attention today, alright?"

"I will. Don't worry about it. The last thing anybody wants is to make him angr- GUH!"

Alois' brain was rattled from the impact of the textbook that hit it in order to finish his sentence. He fell backwards out of his chair onto the floor with the book landing next to him. Thank goodness it was paperback, but it was still heavy. The entire classroom gasped, but went dead silent following the incident, everyone too frightened to say anything.

"I'm starting class now." The Phantomhive declared, his voice tinged with annoyance. That was something he didn't want to see.

Ciel had noticed how that woman was leaning in as the blonde spoke, and trying to form a conversation with him. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't a bit miffed about it. Still, this was not the time or place for that. It would be extremely inappropriate for a teacher to express jealousy over a student—not that throwing a book at them was much better.

While the watchdog started calling roll, Alois sat up, and shook his head, picking up the book as well. In the floor, he spotted a discarded pen and immediately he hatched a plan to get back at the bluenette. He opened the book; knowing it was the Phantomhive's from what was written in the front cover—and he turned to the first chapter before scribbling down his message. Once he was done, he climbed back in his seat before putting the book on the desk in front of him.

"Thank you." Ciel said sternly, retrieving it before plopping it on his own desk and continuing his roll call. When he finally reached the menace's name, he was pleased to find that his beau was listening. He soon reached the end of the list and set his folder down on the table before opening the textbook on his desk, turning to chapter one.

It was then that the bluenette's mood swiftly changed from confident in what he was doing, to an odd mixture of frustration and embarrassment. The watchdog's face turned red and he looked up, glaring at the menace. While some of the students in the front row flinched at the action, Alois simply grinned mischievously while spreading his legs a bit underneath the desk. There was nothing Ciel could do, however. He couldn't call attention to the message that the menace had written him and reveal their relationship, so he was forced to continue the class.

"Welcome back." The bluenette greeted the rest of the room. "I see that there's fewer of you today. Shame. We're going to talk about criminals. First of all: What does a criminal look like?" He asked, looking around the room. Unfortunately, it was almost completely silent.

"Not a rhetorical question." The man continued. "When you think of someone who is most likely to commit a crime, what do imagine they look like?" One brave soul raised their hand. "Yes?"

"Tattoos?" they suggested sheepishly. The instructor then walked around his desk to the whiteboard and began writing it down.

"Alright. What else?" he asked.

"Lots of jewelry." Suggested another student.

"Okay."

"Low pants."

"Got it."

The suggestions kept coming in, the majority of which causing the menace in the front row to shake his head. He knew better. Hopefully, the watchdog could convince them otherwise. When the responses slowed down, Ciel stopped writing and turned around to face the class.

"Now, I want to tell you all this: you can't tell a criminal from a single glance." He stated. "They look like ordinary people, because they are ordinary people. You could be sitting next to a criminal right now and not even know."

That made the room uncomfortable. Yet the menace smiled. Leave it to Ciel to lay it on thick on the first day.

"Statistically speaking, most crimes are committed by white, middle-class males, and that's just what's reported." The watchdog continued. "They don't all have tattoos, most of them have jobs, and they would blend in perfectly well in any room. In my experience, this all holds true." With that, a smile washed over his face.

"Do you all keep up with celebrities?" he asked, reaching into his suitcase and pulling out a memopad. "Nicholas Cage: Domestic Violence; Tim Allen: Cocaine Possession; Mark Wahlberg: Attempted Murder; Stephen Fry: Credit Card Fraud; Woody Allen: Child Molestation—the list goes on. Now, I assume most of you are able to conjure up a mental image of at least some of these people. Do they look like criminals?"

Absolute silence. The classroom was completely silent as the bluenette finished. Some students fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats at the thought. The Phantomhive certainly knew how to make people uncomfortable, even if it wasn't on purpose.

"That's step one." The bluenette continued. "Eliminate all bias you might have and look solely at the facts."

"Doctor Phantomhive." Called a voice in the middle row. The young man waved his hand in the air, trying to get the bluenette's attention. How could Ciel not notice him? He was wearing a leather jacket and a trilby, and seemed a bit too excited.

"Yes, uhm…" the Phantomhive trailed off, snapping his fingers as he tried to recall the man's name.

"Kyle. Kyle Brian Brykle." The other man answered.

"Right. What is it?" questioned the bluenette from his place at the front. The student smiled and enthusiastically answered with an inquiry of his own.

"If anyone could be a criminal, how are we safe to say that you aren't one?" he asked, obviously quite pleased with himself. Alois simply rolled his eyes at the man trying to be clever, while the Phantomhive merely paused for a moment.

"Well, mister Brykle, I'm not going to lie to you…" he began. With that, Ciel suddenly turned around to face the board and started writing. "So, anyway, now that we know what they look like, we can begin discussing how to analyze the data."

"You didn't answer my question!" protested the stufent, demanding Ciels' attention once again. He was stunned, however, when the bluenette slowly turned around. Poor mister Brykle swallowed hard at the horrifying expression on his face. The majority of the class could have sworn that only a mobster finding out their brethren snitched on them to the authorities would make.

"Did you just interrupt me?" the Phantomhive asked coldly, chilling the students to the bone with only five words. With that, the student rapidly shook his head, mumbling some form of an apology.

The Phantomhive then turned his head back around, concealing his face from the view of his class. Alois knew better, however. Ciel was most definitely smiling, being quite pleased with his actions. Alois was practically swooning in his seat from his beau's hijinks, somehow finding it attractive how he could act so serious. It was a side of the watchdog that he only got to see while the man was working, and even then, he hadn't had the chance to thoroughly take it in.

It never ceased to tickle him, just how into this the watchdog was. Ciel spoke enthusiastically about using technology to track criminals' movements, like security cameras, cell phones, computers, and even store checkouts. He talked about how the way blood splattered, the placement of an injury, and the appearance of an injury could tell one a lot about how a murder occurred—about gun residue, about blunt objects, about wire and tape. Soon it seemed to be less of a class on stopping crime, and more about how to commit one successfully. Naturally, Ciel's excitement on the subject only seemed to increase the suspicions and anxiety of the students seated before him. He did not notice, however. The watchdog was in his own little world at the moment, and the one person he looked toward for feedback was smiling at him throughout the endeavor.

They were the only two who weren't uncomfortable in the slightest. Then again, they have both lived it for so long. The demonic duo were by no means "bad" people, but sometimes, they were less than "good". In moments like this where their normalcy clashed with that of others, it spawned confusion, had they been paying attention to it. The watchdog was actually delighted. In turn, this caused Alois to be as well. Soon, however, their fun came to an end as the bluenette looked at his watch in the middle of his lecture.

"Oh… we've gone over time a little…" he mumbled to himself before looking up at the students. "That's it for today. Next time, we'll pick up where we left off. Everyone be safe, now."

That last comment, albeit well-intended, did not come across as "friendly" as he had hoped. In fact, it only seemed to make some of the students quicken their pace as they gathered their things. Alois watched with great curiosity as the students fled, trying his best to conceal his amusement at the feat. As slowly as possible, he gathered his own belongings, making sure that he was the only one who remained behind in order to speak with the Phantomhive inconspicuously in private, like an ordinary student who has a question about the lecture. Ciel did the same, not leaving until that point as well. What neither them expected, however, was the appearance of another student with similar, yet very different thoughts.

"That was incredible, Sir!" stated Kyle as he walked up to the watchdog. Genuinely, the Phantomhive was surprised, his eyebrows raising. The man's gaze turned to the menace, before silently telling him to go on ahead without him. With a prominent pout, he did, swinging his bag over his shoulder before continuing.

"It wasn't, really. I was merely explaining ways to examine a crime scene. You'll have to know this in the field." The bluenette stated, putting on his coat. Pulling out his cellphone, he quickly typed up a message to the bluenette, telling him where to meet him. Oblivious, the student continued.

"But still! You explained things so well! How many cases have you worked on?" eagerly questioned Kyle.

"Too many for me to count." The Phantomhive said, beginning to walk away. He figured that this would end the conversation, but to his continued astonishment, the other man continued to follow.

"What kind of cases do you work on?" Kyle asked further. "Murder?"

"Homicide, mostly, among other things."

"What kind of killings are most common? Stabbing? Gunshots?"

"Unplanned murders are most common, so it's usually blunt objects."

"How many have you solved recently."

Ciel started to become increasingly agitated as he trekked down the hallway. This kid asked too many questions, some of which, Ciel couldn't answer. The Phantomhive made several detours throughout the building, walking aimlessly in order to try and lose the student, but to his irritation, the other man simply refused to take a hint.

"While I appreciate your interest, I have a meeting to attend." He said finally. It was a half-lie. His "meeting" was simply with the blonde menace. "I'm afraid this is where we part."

"Oh. Alright, then. See you in class, then, doctor!" the man said, hesitantly leaving. Rolling his eye and shaking his head, the bluenette quickly made his way to his office.

Outside the door, Alois leaned against the wall, fiddling with his cell phone. He got his beau's message, and was starting to wonder why it was taking him so long to get there. When Ciel finally did arrive, the menace looked up and smiled.

"There you are." Alois mused with a grin. "So, you wanted to talk to me, 'Doctor Phantomhive'?"

Ciel shuddered a bit when he heard the blonde call him that, a small blush appearing on his face. The note from earlier that the other man had scrawled in his textbook certainly came to mind. Quickly, the Phantomhive dismissed the thought.

"Yes." He answered, digging in his pocket for his key. He swiftly unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Come in."

"Wow, you get your own office and everything?" asked the menace, looking around the small, somewhat cramped room as he walked in, setting his things down on the floor before shutting the door behind him. "Not bad for a part-timer."

"I don't really plan on using it much." The Phantomhive stated, setting his things down as well. "I didn't mean to take so long; that student was persistent."

"The guy in the fedora?" asked the menace. "Looks like a total stereotype. Think his bag is full of Doritos and Mountain Dew?"

"I have no idea, nor do I want to…"

"Maybe a copy of The Catcher in the Rye?"

"Let's hope not." Ciel said, taking off his coat and Jacket. He then walked around the desk to the Macken, before wrapping his arms around his waist.

"So, how was I?" he questioned.

"Not bad." Giggled the menace, pecking the demon on the cheek. "You were really into it, weren't you? You looked like you were having fun. It was cute."

"'Cute' isn't exactly what I was aiming for…"

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, most of the other kids were terrified. That whole 'well, I'm not gonna lie' thing when fedora the explorer asked you if you were a criminal? That was beautiful."

"I'm glad you liked it. I didn't know how much fun teaching could be." Ciel said. After a moment or so, his grip tightened. "I don't want to be a 'teacher' right now, though."

"So, how did you like my message?" asked the menace with a smirk, cupping the other man's face in his palms.

"You're horrible. I almost completely lost it in front of the class…"

"That would have been unfortunate. I don't want anybody else to see that side of you…"

"That's not what I meant!" protested the bluenette, blushing. His face grew redder as the menace's face grew closer, and the man's hands placed themselves against his chest. Their lips soon met, and the proximity between their bodies decreased as well. It was when Alois started loosening the other man's tie that Ciel pulled away.

"Wait, you were serious?!" he asked, his face flushing as he recalled the contents of the note.

"Of course." The Macken playfully answered. "You shouldn't lie to your instructors, after all. Don't worry, it's a while until my next class."

"That's not the issue, here!"


A/N: Almost 3,000 words in which nothing happens...

I came up with an idea in the middle of it, though. I'll flesh it out a bit more before I get started on it.

In the meantime, feel free to imagine what happens directly after this.

Y'all and yer fanficceptions~!

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!