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"We have one likely suspect at present." Ciel said as he drank some tea that Sebastian had prepared when everyone arrived home. It had been fairly amusing to see the expressions on the faces of his rather annoying guests when they saw that the butler had gotten back before them after Ciel sent him out to gather information.

Madame Red looked up with interest. "Oh? Who would that be? "

Sebastian answered for his master. "Aleistor Chamber, the Viscount of Druitt."

"I've heard he's quite the ladies' man. " Lau commented as he ate a scone.

"Exactly! He could have gained the trust of the prostitutes before he killed them!" Madame Red exclaimed with a snap of her fingers.

"He does fit all the criteria of the killer. " Ciel set his tea cup down on its saucer. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, placing his fingertips together. "I have decided that we shall attend his end of the summer party in order to investigate. Aun- Madame Red, do you think you could acquire some invitations?"

With a grin and a wave of her hand, Madame Red replied, "Of course I can! I am rather popular, after all."

"Good. Now we just need a plan." Ciel glanced at Sebastian, noticing that the demon was staring at him. "What?"

The butler gave the boy a close-eyed smile. "Perhaps we could invite Miss Raven?"

Ciel raised an eyebrow questioningly. "The girl at Undertaker's shop? You actually want to spend time with someone who hangs out with that weirdo? Besides, how would her presence benefit us?"

Sebastian held back a smirk. "Young master, the Viscount Druitt's party is for women and children specifically. So far in our group there is only one woman and one child."

"Tch. . . Very well. We will ask her tomorrow, then." Ciel inwardly cursed his butler for his emphasis on the word 'child'.

"Thank you, Young Master." Sebastian bowed slightly before moving to stand behind Ciel's chair. Though he would have liked to ask Raven right away, the demon was secretly glad that the boy had said they would go on the morrow. He didn't want to leave his meal, er, master alone with their guests. Not with someone of his ilk there.

Lau held up an extremely short, Chinese dress. "You should wear this to the party, Earl!"

"The hell I will!"

"Awww. . ."

Madame Red smirked suddenly. "Lau's not too far off, Ciel. You do need to wear a disguise."

"What?! Why?!" Ciel demanded as he turned his gaze to his aunt.

"You can't very well do an undercover investigation without being undercover! Besides, it would be very suspicious if Ciel Phantomhive were to show up at a party during a murder investigation. It's no secret that you're the Queen's Guard Dog. But worry not, dear nephew, for your loving aunt has a fool proof scheme." The red-haired woman's eyes gleamed as she let out a laugh that sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room.

Ciel Phantomhive, lone survivor of the Phantomhive household, guard dog to the Queen, and the young boy who had sold his soul to a devil, could not help but gulp at its implications.


Raven blew a wisp of hair out of her face as she looked over the room she had just finished cleaning. Though she was covered from head to toe with dust and spiderwebs, every inch of the shop sparkled with untainted freshness. She'd even found a way to make the air smell like lemons. She pushed heed glasses up her nose with a grin of pride.

Undertaker walked in and nearly dropped the armful of books he was carrying. His eyes went wide in horror behind his bangs. "M-my shop! It's. . . It's. . . Clean!"

"Of course it's clean, Adrian, I just spent the whole afternoon sweeping, dusting, mopping, and heaven knows what else! You should know better than to let this place get so filthy. When you own a shop, even if it's a coffin shop, you have to make sure that it makes people feel comfortable." Raven pointed an accusatory finger at the man as she scolded him.

The ex-reaper looked at Raven sulkily. "But did you have to make it sparkle?"

Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh, stop complaining! Your eyes are covered by that absurdly long hair of yours anyways."

"Aright, alright. " Undertaker's grin returned. "Now, m'dear, I do believe that we should look for some clothes for you."

"Huh?" Raven looked down at her clothes and blushed faintly when she remembered she was wearing Undertaker's clothes. "Oh. Yes, I suppose that would be a good idea. I don't want to make you let me wear your clothes."

Not that I mind seeing you in my clothes. . . Undertaker chuckled. "You haven't made me do anything that I didn't want to do."

"Still, I want to do something for you. I guess cleaning wasn't exactly the right thing though. Speaking of cleaning, would you mind if I go take a bath? I'm filthy."

"Yes yes, off you go then." Undertaker waved his hand distractedly as he sat down to read his books. If the Shinigami noticed how his friend shifted uncomfortably and how she wrapped her arms around herself as if for protection, then he didn't show it.

Raven quietly slipped out of the room, relieved that he hadn't said anything about her nervousness.

A little while later, Undertaker went to Raven's room to see if she was ready to go clothes shopping. After knocking on the door and receiving no answer, he peeked inside.

Raven was fast asleep in her bed, curled up in Undertaker's much-too-big robe while hugging one of the pillows like a teddy bear. Undertaker smiled and closed the door quietly. They could go shopping another day.


Steam filled the bathroom as Sebastian bathed the young child that was his master. Ciel leaned back in the water and sighed. "You know something."

Sebastian smirked a little. "Perhaps."

"Is it relevant to the case?"

"No, Young master."

"Hm." Ciel closed his eyes. "Does it have something to do with Undertaker's girl?"

The butler gave another small smirk at his master's insight. "That is correct, Young master."

"And you're not going to tell me what she has to do with anything, are you." Again, it was more of a statement than a question.

"No, Young master. "

Ciel sighed and motioned for Sebastian to get a towel. "Very well. I expect you to tell me when the time is right."

Sebastian knelt before the boy and began to dry him off. "Yes, my lord."