Alois, upon realising that he had no real need to be anywhere right away, went back to sleep while his husband was still in the shower. He did wake up and sit upright once his spouse was dressed in order to kiss the man before he left. Consistent with his odd ways, he pressed his face into the man's shoulder and inhaled deeply.

"Fresh out of the shower smell." he remarked with a smile, forcing out a laugh from the other.

"What is with you and smelling me?" shook the bluenette, despite finding the other man's antics amusing.

"You smell nice, is all. Is it a crime for enjoying the way my husband smells? Am I being interrogated?"

"No, it's just funny. I recognise it as one of your quirks."

"Oh yeah? What's another one of my quirks?" Alois asked before his spouse leaned in to peck his lips once again.

"You need to be kissed every morning and every night or else you can't function." stated the Watchdog, earning a scoff.

"And you need to kiss me every morning and every night or else you can't function!" retorted the menace. "And I want kisses all of the time, not just at the beginning and end of the day. You know that. You also know that you need kisses, too."

"You got me, there." chuckled the bluenette before backing away. He and his beau held hands still until the distance became too great and they slipped away. "I'll see you when I get home."

"M'kay~! I'll go back to sleep, then. Love you~!"

"I love you, too, darling." Ciel said before closing the bedroom door. Now he had to put himself in business mode as he made his way downstairs to the garage. The trip to Warwick was going to be cold without the blonde driving.

It was nostalgic, being at the front gate of the notorious school once again. Of all of the school experiences the Phantomhive had gone to, it was Warwick that was the most pleasant and significant. After parking his vehicle, he met up with the others in front of the school where they were all waiting to walk in. The dream team consisted of all of the members of the original sensational seven aside from Alois and Ciel. Preston was obviously not there, but there were others who were present, including Sir Rupert Midford, Anastasia Miles, and Lawrence Rose. It seemed that Daniel had assembled the most influential people he knew that would also care about this school. In truth, the "caring" part was the biggest reason why the crowd wasn't bigger, as many of his father's old mates had children who also went to Warwick at one point, but none of them really cared about an instructor who was preying on students so long as it wasn't their children specifically. Heartless bastards.

Still, Daniel had assembled quite the posse. Upon seeing the bluenette by himself, however, he quickly looked around, particularly behind the man with confusion. "Where's Alois?"

"Sebastian has the day off, so he's watching Luka." Ciel answered.

"But he's the one that the headmaster is really afraid of!" the Westley whined. "How are we going to do this without him?!"

"By exerting the power of the most influential people here over him." bluntly stated the bluenette. "Hello, by the way."

"We should still be good." said Audrey. "I'm pretty sure that Ciel could have gone in himself and scared the shit out of the headmaster himself, really." Not surprisingly, Bones was met with a string of nods and utterances of agreement from the others in the group at this. Still, Daniel was determined to uphold some sense of honour that was a bit bizarre for him.

"We all have to go!" the Westley said. "There's still power with numbers!"

"Indeed, we must band together in order to solve this horrendous problem!" chimed in a certain man whom Daniel wasn't particularly fond of. Seemingly out of nowhere, rose petals formed around the actor's head as Lawrence spoke. "This is a matter of utmost important that effects all of us, here. Even if Phantomhive were to do most of the talking, we must give him all of our support!"

Daniel's eyebrow twitched at Lawrence's words despite the man being right and agreeing with him. While the Westley was at one time a fan of Lawrence Rose, he didn't appreciate having his ex-girlfriend "stolen" from him despite it being his own fault.

"Whatever. Let's go inside already." he distracted. Successfully, he got everyone to go through the gate and on their way to the headmaster's office.

The group traversed down the path to the school. Fortunately, there were hardly any children there due to it being the weekend, but the few there for club activities and such that saw them whispered at the odd crowd being there. They had no idea what all of these strange adults were doing there, but knew that it probably wasn't anything good. The alumni passed classrooms and a school blood drive while commenting on changes as they made their trip.

There was no waiting, fortunately. The headmaster was expecting them. Once they reached that familiar door, they opened it and marched inside, recognising the man in the chair immediately. In all of this time, Headmaster Horton had hardly changed. The man was portly with thin hair that was going grey. None of this was surprising for a man of his age, however. The man sat at his desk and sweated in his brown suit as the team appeared before him. It was unnerving, seeing his former students in a position of power over him. Standing up, he greeted his fear, regardless.

"Hello, everyone." he said, extending his hand to shake, but it went ignored. His hand then awkwardly fell back to his desk's surface. "Right… Thank you for coming. Your concerns are very important to us."

"Good, then this should be brief." the bluenette answered with crossed arms as he took command of the situation. "This is Sir Rupert Midford of British Royal Defense; his daughter goes to school here. Next to him is Daniel Westley, whose younger sister is a student. The rest of us are concerned Alumni. Audrey Baines, Kristopherson Miles, Anastasia Miles, Lawrence Rose, and myself; Ciel Phantomhive."

"H-headmaster Horton..." the staffmember said, introducing himself.

"We are aware." the Phantomhive stated, intentionally belittling the other man for the sake of wearing down his defenses. "We also assume that you are aware of the situation at your school?"

"Um, yes. I was made aware of it by Mister Westley..." answered the Headmaster. "I assure you, we are launching an investigation into the matter as we speak."

"Very good." Ciel replied, inviting himself to take a seat in one of the chairs. Crossing one leg over the other, he assumed his usual stance as her majesty's Guard Dog; imposing, unyielding, and lacking in mercy. "As an investigator, I would be very interested in knowing the details of this investigation. Who, specifically, is conducting it?"

"Well, I don't know exactly-"

"You don't?" interrupted the bluenette. The other members of the posse were almost impressed by how terrible he was. Even though they had known him for years, when he was working, he was able to send chills down their spines. "I'm sorry, but isn't it your job to know this?"

"I'm not really in the position to give out specific details of the case..."

"Then who is?"

"The security team."

"Security?" scoffed the Phantomhive. "I do hope you're joking. Anyone can be a security guard with only a week's worth of training. They aren't police and they are certainly not investigators, making this a very hard to believe concept."

"The security team is taking care of it." Horton reiterated, hoping that if he repeated the same thing, the argument would eventually be over. "They're highly skilled. We only have the best."

"Rubbish." said Audrey. "If the kids from Tamworth can break into the school and deface a statue, then your security team isn't that great."

Momentarily, the headmaster was freed from Ciel's imposing stare for a moment as he turned to listen to Baines, but alas, it wasn't to last. Immediately after he was done speaking, the Phantomhive slowly turned to face Horton once more with a highly expectant expression. When the headmaster failed to provide an explanation or excuse, Ciel spoke for him.

"In other words, you haven't the means to investigate the matter and have no real intention of doing so, isn't it?" Ciel asked, his tone laced with frost.

"I-I..." the headmaster stammered.

"You are willing to let a potential threat to children interact freely with them without even trying to get to the bottom of this?!" demanded Sir Midford. "You should be ashamed!"

"If I had things my way, I would hire someone who can do the job, if you won't." piped up Anastasia.

"Indeed, we will be saddened to see you go, but if this is what it takes, then we will have to find a way to make things right ourselves!" said Lawrence.

"Excellent proposition." stated Ciel, standing up. "Headmaster, if I may, I would like to launch my own investigation."

"That is unnecessary!" Horton snapped. "We have the situation under control!"

"Then I would like to speak to the school's chairman." While the Watchdog wore a smile, it was anything but friendly. "I would think that he would be concerned if the school's reputation were to fall as a result of this."

"Fine!" he headmaster finally conceded. "Go ahead and ask him! He's going to tell you the same thing- what are you doing?"

"Calling the chairman." Ciel replied with his phone pressed against his ear. As the headmaster sat down and stared up at him intently, he listened to the dial tone before the person on the other end picked up.

"Hello, this is the office of Thaddeus Wakefield." answered a woman's voice on the other end. "How may I be of service?"

"Yes, I would like to speak to Mister Wakefield about the school he is the chairman of; Warwick Academy." the bluenette said. "There is a problem that may result in a scandal, and I would like to alert him of this."

"Can I have a name?"

"Ciel Phantomhive."

There was a short pause, but not much else in between it and a man's voice speaking. "This is Wakefield." it said. "Now what is this about a scandal?"

"Phantomhive." the bluenette introduced. "It's one of your staffmembers on campus. An 'Ainsley' gentleman who teaches Physical Education. It would appear that one of the female students has been impregnated recently, and rumour has it that this man is a prime suspect."

"How awful..." the voice on the other end replied. The creaking of a chair being leaned back in was audible through the phone. "Has the headmaster been made aware?"

"Yes, I'm in his office right now. He seemed to think a bunch of security guards whose only experience is breaking up the occasional playground fights can investigate the matter proficiently, but I, an investigator myself, think this is extremely unlikely."

"Indeed. That won't cut it at all..."

"I offered my services, but he seems determined to keep this under a rug. It won't stay there very long, if these rumours are correct, however. With the large profile of your customers, it's only a matter of time before this becomes a media frenzy."

"This won't do at all..." tsked Thaddeus. "I would be grateful if you would do the honours. In fact, I would like to meet with you and discuss the details, if at all possible."

"I'm free whenever."

"I have an opening this afternoon. It's near the school, so it shouldn't be a long drive."

"Sounds delightful." Ciel stated. "I'll be there."

Right then and there in the headmaster's office, Ciel was given the chairman's address and made an appointment. With that, he hung up, leaving the poor headmaster of the school worried for his livelihood. Placing the phone back in his pocket, he smiled at the man before turning around to fill the others in on the situation. From what Horton could eavesdrop on, it didn't sound good for him.

"Good day, headmaster." the Watchdog waved as the room emptied. "I hope things go well for you."


A/N: It was very difficult making this scene long enough for a chapter, and I have a feeling that a similar problem will be had in the next chapter...

I'm sorry!

We're fuckin' up...

Eh... Well... What's new and different lately?

Hmmmmmm...

I've finally gotten around to watching Revolutionary Girl: Utena. Now I understand where the aesthetic of OHSHC comes from. So much makes sense, now... So much...

It's kinda like OHSHC, but with magic, swords, duels, and ALL of the dudes look like they belong in some yaoi doujinshi or some shit. (Even more so) They hardly need swords. All they need to do is fight with their absurdly pointy chins.

Grant me the power to kiss kiss fall in love!

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!