What up, what up?! It's your favorite author here with some great news, I'm updating soon! I had a hectic beginning to my senior year of high school with AP Psych (my teacher was preggers so we got a sub and the sub wanted me to Randy Orton punt kick him in the chrome-dome) and the play practice and such. But here I am with a free Sunday so Imma type what I can! WOO! Did you guys like the interaction between Sebastian and Louis? He's now in the friend zone. How will this turn out? I know!

I do not own Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji even though I would love to!

Let's begin!

P.S. I feel like Louis has grown ever since I started this…I feel like she is thinking about the consequences of her actions more…What do you guys think?

P.S.S.: I watched Frozen and all I can say is: Hans, there was like 15-20 minutes left for the movie…WHY!?

(If you find any "3's", those were supposed to be hearts, kay?

~Sebastian's P.O.V.~

I was awoken by the clash of thunder and lightning in the night sky. My mind was foggy, most likely from the short nap I had just taken…Where was I? I gazed around through the semi-lit room. The curtains were parted to let in the rays of the large moon. I looked down to find my uniform in great disarray. My tie was loosened, my jacket was missing along with my gloves, and I was wearing some neckwear. I skillfully took off the necklace to find that it was silver chain necklace with a single pendant on it.

It was of a sea turtle.

Where in the world did this come from?

I continued to scan to the room till my eyes landed on person next to me. Ah…so that's what happened. Miss Louis was asleep next to me. I must have dozed off in her room. What were we—Ah, I remember…we were telling each other about ourselves. I suppose I must have fallen asleep shortly after she did. If I do recall, she gave me this necklace for a reason…Hm…I rubbed my sleepy eyes trying to reawaken my vision and hopefully my memory. She gave me this necklace…because it's the first thing her father gave to her mother? I believe she was talking about how they went to some Caribbean island and this sea turtle had an L engraved into it for her mother's name…I rubbed my finger on the L in thought. Why would her father give something like this to that vile woman?

Miss Louis groaned in her sleep snuggling more into my body, clinging on to my shirt.

How cute…

I separated myself from her person and searched for my missing attire in order to redress myself. My jacket was folded neatly in a pile on a chair in the dark corner of her room. My gloves were scattered across the floor and my tie just so happened to be on the window sill. How it got there, I did not wish to know.

Miss Louis groaned in her sleep as she curled into a ball more. I slowly walked over to her, raising the sheets over her shoulders. My hands unconsciously took of the gloves that covered them and stroked her hair, occasionally moving a hair out of her face or twirling a strand. She smiled in her sleep, nuzzling into my hand. I forced myself away from her and threw myself out of the room.

What is this feeling?

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~Ciel's P.O.V.~

There came a knock on the door of my room just before the door slowly creaked open. It was most likely Sebastian coming back to provide more information about this case. I curled into a tighter ball upon my bed, watching him walk over to my bedside.

"…Well? How about it?" I finally asked him, gazing at him from the corner of my eye. Sebastian flipped through the notes he compiled. "No matter how many times I simulate the events, only the Viscount could have been involved in this string of murders," he explained.

I could only sigh and comb a hand through my hair. "So we have to alter our search conditions?" I asked no one in particular. "The Viscount couldn't have been involved in yesterday's killing!" Sebastian fumbled through the notes again. "Yes, true. It would have been impossible for nay of the persons who were at the Viscount's residence."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on my pillows, my fingers nimbly moving hair out of my face. "Anyway, tomorrow, we'll—" My hand froze mid-stroke in my hair, my eyes slowly scanning over to Sebastian's face.

"…Sebastian…" I questioned.

He wore a cat-like smile upon his lips as his head slowly tilted.

"You don't mean…"

Sebastian's smirk widened. "I have told you many times…" he proudly put his arms behind his back. "…that I do not lie."

I opened my mouth to yell at him only for him to stop me with the wave of his hand. "I, your 'chessman,' am your 'might,' your 'hands and feet'…You alone will decide…you yourself will choose…and for that, I shall become your 'might."

An image flashed in my head of my days in the cage.

"You said as much…that day." Sebastian smiled. "I am merely a 'butler.' I will not cross that line." Sebastian bowed. "I only faithfully execute what the Master orders, and answer what the master asks me."

I could feel my anger soaring within my body as I glared at him. "So…it was impossible for a person who was there?" I hissed through my teeth. Sebastian chuckled as he said "Yes…exactly."

"Now I see…you bastard…"

How dare he lie to me! He is not allowed to give me false information! The conniving demon…

Sebastian laughed before tossing the entire list of suspects into the air. "By your order…I, your 'chessman'…shall become your 'sword.'"

Ciel slowly slipped his finger underneath his eyepatch, revealing his contract.

"Now then…Let us move into check, Master…"

His eyes burned a pink fluorescent.

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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~

The young master wished for me to check the rooms before our departure (and to make sure a certain individual did not wake up when we tried to leave.) I peeked into every room and just as I was about to deem the house safe for the departure, I noticed a beam of light coming from the kitchen with faint music playing. I heard the tiny pitter-patter of feet on the floor and singing. I slipped into the kitchen to find Miss Louis (who I had left moments ago in her bed) preparing. I believe the song was from a ballet that was recently released to the theaters.

Miss Louis was swaying from side to side at first before she twirled around the room.

"I know you.
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you.
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
Yes, I know it's truethat visions are seldom all they seem.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do: You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream." She then began to skip around as she grabbed the mix for Camomile tea.

"La~ah. La~ah. La~ah~ah~aah~ah~aah~ah~aaaah. And if I know you, I know what you'll do: You'll love me at once-"

I held her closely from behind and finished her line for her. "The way you did once up~on a dream."

Miss Louis's arms held onto mine as she whipped her head around, her brow raised in annoyance and curiousity. She laughed and turned to face me, her grip loosening on my arms.

Ah…she was planning on attacking me.

We gazed in each other's eyes for a few moments. Miss Louis moved her eyes and head in a frenzy before walking away from me and finding a mug. She placed a few strands of hair behind her ear as she poured in 2 spoons of the mixture. "So uh….what brings you here? And why the hell are you joining me in my childhood song time?"

"I beg your pardon? That song just recently came out in the theaters…"

"…Say what now?"

"Sleeping Beauty, correct?"

"Yeah…"

"Where did you hear it?" I challenged. I stepped slightly closer to her, my chest pressing into her bosom. She stuttered as a blush crept across her cheeks. "I…uh…heard one of the Viscount's guests singing it and it…got stuck in my head," she lied (poorly.)

"Then why did you say that it was from your childhood?" I said, gazing into her eyes with a hypnotizing look. She drowned in my gaze. "I…uh…What I meant was…You know what…I'm really tired so can we, like, stop with the 20 questions, please?" she asked as she went for the kettle. I held her by the waist. This was much too fun to end now. I was feeling…risqué.

"I am sorry, Miss Louis…and I thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"Well the necklace of course. But now I have a dilemma…" I said, my face pouting in a "cute" manner that made human women swoon over me. I pressed our pelvises together. "Now I have to give you something to symbolize our friendship, yes?" Miss Louis shook her head. "No. No. No you don't. Please stop touching me."

"But Miss Louis if I don't get you something, our friendship would be broken. And I can't have you telling anyone what I am, therefore I must get you something. Because you are my best fri-"

"Sebastian, I am seeing my period." I slightly backed away from her.

She began to count on her fingers. "I'm bleeding. I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm hungry as fuck. And I am sexually frustrated." She gestured her arms to me. "And here you are touching me. I do not need this right now." She gestured her arms to the entire room. "I do not need ANY of this right now! I came down here to make some Camomile tea for my cramps and here you are. Now I don't know if you're trying to be an asshole or if you're trying to get laid, but for the love of God: stop. Just stop, okay? Because I am trying so hard NOT to release my menstrual cycle rage on you because I really do want to be your friend. I understand that you are a demon so you probably don't get how friends work among humans. Friends don't do this to each other. Friends don't tease each other so that their self-esteem becomes nonexistent. They don't play with their emotions. All this other shit that you've been doing to me is not cool, bro. And don't touch me, please. Unless I touch you first, then it's fair play."

All I could do was stare at this woman. She had basically…scolded me.

She walked over to the now boiling kettle, yelling to herself about why she would tell a guy that she is on her menstrual cycle. She turned to face me. "By the way, awkward conversations like this happen all the time among friends. Especially friends of the opposite sex." Miss Louis turned back to the kettle.

I rolled my amber eyes and walked over to her mug. "Humans are picky creatures…it's much easier to be friends with demons. Abuse them all you wish and they will still care for you." I plucked a small vile out of my tailcoat of a silver powder. I quickly poured half of it within the Camomile mixture and mixed it in. Miss Louis walked over with the kettle, pouring the hot water in her mug till it reached to brim. She added four spoons of sugar and mixed it in. She paused, her mug in her hands, with a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry about…all of that. I was just…really uncomfortable. You're not, you know, mad, are you?" she asked. I chuckled and smiled at her. "It's alright, Miss Louis."

"Dude, just call me Louis," she said with a laugh. She examined her mug. "Is it true that Camomile tea is supposed to knock you out?" I smiled devilishly.

"Shall we find out?" She shrugged her shoulders before taking a large sip. Her face twisted in a disgusted manner. "Ugh, tea is so disgusting. Why do I constantly torture myself with this shi-" The mug in her hand clattered to the floor as her eyes glazed over. Her body went limp as she nearly collapsed to the floor. I caught her just before her head connected with the floor and held her in my arms bridal style.

"I am terribly sorry about this Mi-" I smiled to myself. "-Louis, but these were the young master's orders. We can't have you following us on our venture for Jack the Ripper. We wouldn't want to put you in any sort of danger."

…I…wouldn't want to put you in any danger.

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Ciel shivered as a cold wind ran through his body. The clothes he wore now were far too thin to even keep a summer breeze from chilling him. The newsboy cap on his head was one size too big, his shirt a thin cotton, and his pants were ripped and stopped at his ankles. He was literally shaking in his oversized boots like a wet puppy.

"It's cold…" he complained as he hissed out a stream of cold air while leaning against a wall. Sebastian stood next to him, reaching to unbutton his coat. "Though your usual garb would have stood out in the East End…you must be feeling chill in those clothes?" Sebastian looked up and examined the sky, the moonlight illuminating his skin. "It looks like it might rain as well." Ciel noticed that he was taking off his coat and stopped him with a wave of his hand. "Wearing that will make me stand out just as much so I'll pass…" Sebastian chuckled and looked back at the moon.

"Are you thinking about her?"

Sebastian looked down at Ciel from the corner of his eye. "…Slightly. You did ask me to drug her…"

"There are plenty of other ways I could have asked you to knock her out. That was the best option."

"I agree with you, young master. But we did get that powder from Mr. Lau. What if it has an…odd effect on her?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel hissed out another stream of air. "She'll be fine."

Sebastian sighed heavily. "I trust your judgement master." A strong wind blew, rustling their hair and blowing leaves upwards towards the sky.

"Do you love her? Is that why you care so much, Sebastian?" Ciel finally asked, making direct eye-contact. Sebastian challenged those azure eyes with his amber ones.

"Demons only love themselves, young master." Ciel chuckled. He didn't buy it. "I'll hold you to that…" Sebastian's hand reached for the sea turtle round his neck. His fingers twisted it back and forth.

"You're certain he'll make an appearance if we keep watch here, right?"

"Yes. That is the only entrance, and…this the only path that leads to it." Ciel peeked into the alleyway at the door. "And you're positive the next target will be Mary Kelly, who lives in that tenement?" Sebastian looked down at his master. "Yes…I think I have told you as much numerous times?" Ciel returned to his place on the wall. "Quite…In addition to the murdered prostitutes 'lacking internal organs'…there is still another commonality." Ciel gnawed on his lips in thought. "But…what makes killing them a necessity for him?" Ciel closed his eyes. "Moreover, I…"

"…HEY ARE YOU LISTENING TO A WORD I'M SAYING, SEBASTIAN!?"

Sebastian held the orange tabby tightly in his hands, petting it tenderly. "Ah, excuse me. I could not resist." Ciel huffed and stomped his foot. "We're not keeping it! So put it back!" Sebastian pouted like a child. "Very well…But she is so lovely." The tabby ran off. Ciel rolled his eyes and attempted to get comfortable on the wall. He thought back to the facts he and Sebastian discussed previously in the night.

~Flashback! ~ ~

"—So it was impossible for a person who was there?"

"—Yes."

Rain fell hard from the sky. Ciel sat on his bed in his robe, clenching his teeth together tightly. "It was impossible for a human being." Sebastian only stood there and smiled at him. "Now I see…you bastard."

Sebastian chuckled. "I have spoken the truth many times from the very beginning. Likewise I have not remotely lied with respect to the results of our inquiry." He walked closer to the bed, stepping on papers containing false notes. "'Someone well-versed in medical science and anatomy.' 'Someone involved with 'A secret society' or 'cult of black magic.' And 'Someone with no alibi on the night of the murders.' The only human being who fulfills these conditions is the Viscount of Druitt." Ciel's fist clenched tighter around notepaper. "Indeed, you were telling the truth. However…the inquiry was but a farce!" he shouted, shredding the paper into tiny bits. Sebastian wore a cat-like smile. "I was simply following your orders, sir."

Ciel's face turned dark as his teeth gritted together. With all of his might, he threw a pillow at Sebastian (only for him to move out of the way.)

"My, my, are you taking your anger out on me?"Sebastian strolled over to the fallen pillow and dropped to one knee to pick it up. He dusted it off. "Young master, I thought you kept me by your side…knowing full well what I am like. "Shut up! I am well aware!" Ciel shouted back. Sebastian smiled with the pillow in hand as he walked to the head of the bed. Ciel ran his hand through his hair to calm himself, mumbling various swears. Sebastian fluffed the pillow.

"Is he…the same as you?"

Sebastian placed his hand on his chin. "Hmm…no, he is not. I daresay someone like him being in the human world is unusual in and of itself but-"

Ciel's head tilted slightly. "He is neither a human…nor a devil? Then what…is he?" Sebastian smiled.

"He is-"

~Flashback Interrupted! ~ ~

A woman's screeched pierced the air. "GYAAAAAH!" Ciel jumped out of his skin. His head whipped towards the alleyway. "Wha-!? But no one enter the room-!"

"Let us go!"Sebastian shouted. They rushed towards in a flash with a glimpse of hope of saving this woman. Ciel threw the door open.

A single drop of blood landed on his cheek. It slowly crept down near his lips then off his chin as he took in the bloody scene before him. There were intestines and body parts splattered all over the floor. Sebastian slapped his hand over Ciel's eyes. "You must not look!" he shouted, but it was already too late. Ciel saw the woman's chest ripped open; her heart in the corner of the room, beating for the last time. The small and large intestines were draped around the room like decorations for a party. And her eyes? They were locked onto his as he was the last memory she held before she died. Ciel's hat slipped off his head to the floor as his body rested against Sebastian's. He began to heave, his body shaking and twitching. His fingers began to spasm before he regurgitated all over the cobblestone streets.

Rain gently poured from the sky before coming down with vengeance. Ciel breathed heavily as vomit ran down his chin while he held his stomach.

"You have made…quite a mess of things…'Jack the Ripper.'"

The clacking of heeled shoes could be heard in Mary's house as the figure walked towards Ciel and Sebastian. "—Or should I say…Grell Sutcliff."

Grell stepped out of the shadows covered in blood. It was mangled in his hair, dripping from his glasses, and caked underneath his nails. When he stepped out into the rain, the water that dripped off of him was light red. "N-No, this is…I rushed in because I heard the screams, but she was already…"

Sebastian raised a single brow at him with a smirk. "Already…what? We have been keeping an eye on the sole path here all night. How in the world did you manage to enter that room at the end of this blind alley and evade us?" Grell gnawed on his lips and stared blankly at Sebastian. "Do you really plan to feign innocence, looking as you do?" Sebastian shook his head. "Enough of this, Mister Grell.—No. Even 'Grell Sutcliff' is just an assumed identity, so…" Sebastian smirked. "…What say you cease your silly act…Mister 'Grell'?" Rainwater slowly ran down Sebastian's chin. "This is my first time meeting 'someone of your ilk' in the human world." Grell lowered his head. "You did a superb job acting like one of them."

"Superb…" Grell whispered to himself.

Grell raised his head to reveal a smile decorated with razor sharp…shark teeth?

"TEE-HEE! 3 IS THAT SOOOO?" Grell reached for the red bow in his hair and pulled it out. "Hit the nail on the head, you did." He took off his bloody glasses. "I am an actress," he said with a giggle. Out of his tailcoat, he pulled out a comb which he used to comb out the blood in his hair and turn his hair to its natural color: bright, BRIGHT, red. "And a first-rate one at that." Over his natural eyelashes, he slipped on fake ones. "But neither are you 'Sebastian,' yes?' he mocked, slipping on a pair of black gloves.

"The young master gave me that name…so yes, I am 'Sebastian'…for now."

Grell slipped on a pair of red glasses with an eyeglass chain adorned with skulls. "Oh my, his faithful dog, are you? That type of stud makes me weak in the knees too, he does! 3 Now then, once again, Sebastian…No…" Grell flipped his long hair. "Sebastian darling! 3 I am the butler of the Burnett House…Grell Sutcliff, at your service!" Grell giggled again. "My dearest fellow butler, I am in your hands! 3" He puckered up his lips. "Mwah!"

Sebastian died a little on the inside as a heart bounced off his head.

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Felix kneeled next to my bedside and pulled back the long sleeve of his Tangzhuang, lightly touching his hand against my forehead. "Louis, you must awaken now," he said calmly. A blue light twirled from his fingertips in the shape of star and then dispersed. My eyes slowly fluttered open. I was in my bed but…how did I get here? The strap of my nightgown was slipped off my shoulder. I moved all of my hair to the right side of my head.

"Felix…?" I called out.

He moved his hair light blonde hair behind his ear. "Hi sis."

"You look different…I saw you…a few hours ago. You've aged since then…" His hair was now past his shoulders. He was no longer the cutesy-dork but he was a handsome young man. Felix even had more piercings in his ears.

"The timing here is different from our time. A few hours here could be a few days…even a few months there…" he explained. I touched his face with my fingertips. "How old are you now?"

"…"

"Felix…I have to know…"

"…"

"Felix…please…"

"…I'm 28."

I quickly sat up. "No, no no no no no no no no no! That's not possible! When I left, you were 16. And now you're 28? If I stay here any longer, the next time I see you, you could be 56 or 74, Felix. You're my little brother. If I don't hurry up and fix everything like you want me to, I'm gonna lose you. I couldn't have missed 12 years of your life, Felix!"

"That's not important right now okay? We can worry about that later. Right now, I need you to focus. How did you get here?" I looked around the room.

I didn't know how I got back to my room. I remember having the worst cramps ever because of my stupid period…then I went to the kitchen to make Camomile tea while singing Disney songs, Sebastian interrupted me and was touching me…I told him that I was having a nosebleed down there. Then I drank the Camomile tea…then poof!

"No…I don't know how I got here."

"What were you doing before you got here?"

"Well…I was going downstairs to make Camomile tea for my—you know—okay random question break, do you have a girlfriend seeing as how you are magically 28 so that I will be able to comfortably talk about periods with you?" Felix blushed a deep red and looked at the ground. "Well sorta…I actually wanted to talk to you about that…but stop that! This is important Lulu! What happened!?"

I gave him the stank eye. "You're hiding something, aren't you?"

"What—N-No! Can we just move on, please?!" Using my muy muy smartness that I possess, I analyzed the situation. An idea came and I snapped my fingers.

"It's a guy, isn't it!?"

"WWHHAAATT!?" Felix shouted, his entire face turning bright red. "I-I-I-I-It's not a guy!"

"You're gay and you didn't even tell me, your own sister…shameful…" I shook my head at my stupid little brother. "So what's his name? How old is he? Is he hot?" Felix flicked me on my forehead…harder than a motherfucker.

"Ow…" I pouted. "That hurted…" I said in my best cutesy tone to make him feel bad.

"Focus, okay? What happened?"

"I went into the kitchen to make Camomile tea while singing Disney songs—that really fucking hurt by the way—and everything was fine." I answered, rubbing the now tender spot on my forehead. Felix rolled his eyes.

"Was anyone in the kitchen with you?"

"Well, while I was singing, Sebastian came in-"

Felix's eyes widened. "Sebastian was with you?" "…Yeah"

"That damn demon…then what?"

"Well…he was in there talking to me and" a shiver ran down my spine "touching me and I told him I was on my period and-"

"You told a grown man that you're on your period?"

"I know! It was so bad and awkward and I wish I had never said it but he was touching me and it came out and I kinda started yelling at him because he was pissing me off and I'm a hot mess." I threw myself down on the bed. "Then what?" I sighed. "Then I made my Camomile tea and took a sip. Here I am!" I said with a big smile. Felix scratched his chin.

"Come here…let me smell your breath."

Um…oh my fucking God no.

"Ew! Uh-uh, nope! That's fucking disgusting!" I clamped my hands over my mouth and shook my head frantically. Felix narrowed his eyes at me.

"Dioxputins efecarf rusoy morifta sudnahi rusoy evokmeres nib nib." My hands trembled before flying to my back and holding onto each other. I tried to pull them apart but they were frozen.

"Did you just use a spell on me bro? I thought you were an alchemist or whatever the fuck you call yourself!?" Felix walked over to me and held my face firmly in his hand. "Yeah, but I have been studying spells and incantations in my spare time. Now blow."

My face twisted in disgust. "This is sooo weird. My breath is probably gonna smell really bad…"

"Blow," he commanded, squeezing my face. I 'eeped' before blowing a small breath. Ugh, this is so weird. Like everytime Felix visits me, it either gets really awkward or it gets really emotional and I hate him so f'ing much.

"…Hops…catnip…passion flower…and a hint of opium."

"OPIUM!? Isn't that used for cocaine—heroine?—cocaine?—heroine?—whichever one?!"

"It was only a little bit, you're not gonna become addicted or anything. Sebastian used a mixture of these plants to knock you out…maybe he plans on—We need to go now!" Felix threw open the window, letting in the cold breeze of the rain.

"Go? I'm not even decent and, in case you've forgotten, I can't move my bloody arms, mate!" I shouted.

"Yetteripna koolna rehba ekandim dina sudnahi rehba ezeerifnu." I could feel the warmth rush back into my arms just as a tornado of Forget-Me-Not pedals swarmed me. They stuck to me, fusing into one another to form a turtleneck dress that was a very pretty blue with a matching cloak and white stockings. They wrapped my hair in a braided bun before dispersing.

"Where were you when I was running late for every date I've ever been on?" I joked, slipping on my combat boots. Felix gestured his hand to me. He yanked me into his arms before leaping out the window.

He just leaped out a window…And I'm in his arms…I'M GONNA DIE!

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Grell smiled gleefully and tapped his cheek. "Oooh! I finally get to show you my true colors! It was utterly mortifying to be seen in front of a stud such as yourself with no makeup on! Tee-hee! 3" He tapped his head in thought. "Little old me's never run into a devil posing as a butler before…so at first, I was just as shock as shocked can be!" he exclaimed, thinking back to when Sebastian jumped out of the moving wagon. Oh, what a scare that was!

Sebastian could only chuckle. "Allow me…to echo those sentiments, hm? For I too have been living for quite some time, but…I have never heard of 'someone of your ilk' being a 'butler.'" Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly. "One who is supposed to stand neutral between God and humans…a Grim Reaper!" he said, with a hint of disgust. He never had a kind place for them ever since his younger years when he used to feast on any type of soul. Just before the soul was in his grasp, it was reaped.

"Why did you, a 'God' of sorts…become a butler?" Sebastian questioned. Ciel's breathing seemed to have calmed now. Grell smiled. "Don't be such a stuffed shirt, sweetie. But…very well…" Grell twirled a strand of his hair. "I suppose you could say I fell head over heels for a woman."

Sebastian glared at the foolish reaper. "And that woman is—"

"Whether you hear him out or not, I think you already know…" said a voice. Heels clacked against the cobblestone floors as a figure made of red appeared from the shadows. Ciel's hand twitched before it grasped the sleeve of Sebastian's coat.

"Sebastian…" cooed Madam Red.

Ciel slowly raised Sebastian hand to see. "Madam…" he said weakly. Madam Red chuckled before raising her brow. "I miscalculated. I never imagined there would be someone by Ciel's side who could see through Grell's disguise." Ciel wiped the vomit off of his lips. "…Madam was, of course, on our initial list of suspects." Madam Red narrowed her eyes at her nephew.

"But your alibi was flawless."

"How could you, Ciel? You went so far as to doubt me, your dear aunt?" she teased.

"If the possibility of one being Jack exists—kin or acquaintance—it matters not. No human on the list of suspects could have committed all the murders. Of course, that includes you, Madam. But…" Ciel gazed over at Grell. "It is a different story with a reaper as your accomplice. If he can enter Mary's room in an instant without us noticing…He would also be capable of instantly transporting himself over the lengthy distance between the West end and the East end." Ciel elaborated. "And if a servant were to disappear from the party for a matter of minutes…no one would pay any heed. Therefore, only the two of you…can be Jack the Ripper."

Ciel pointed to them. "Madam Red…and…Grell Sutcliff! The victims in the Jack the Ripper case…had something else in common, on top of 'being prostitutes' and 'missing their wombs.' All of them underwent a 'certain procedure' at the Royal London Hospital, where Madam is employed." Ciel reached into his pocket and pulled out a single piece of paper. "This lists those patients…in the order of their surgery dates. The order in which the victims were killed corresponds perfectly to the order in which they went under the knife." Ciel looked down the alleyway towards the door. "Only Mary Kelly, who resided in that tenement, was on that list and 'still alive.' I thought you two would show up if we kept watch here." Ciel's stomach lurched as images of Mary's body flooded through his mind. "But still…I was unable to save her…"

Madam Red tilted her head to the side. "How sad, Ciel. My lovely nephew…my elder sister's son…If you hadn't insisted on getting to the bottom of all this, we might've play chess again." Ciel looked at her apathetically.

"However…" she began. "I WILL NOT YIELD THIS TIME!"

"!?"

A revving noise erupted through the air. Sebastian quickly sprung into defense mode, snagging the blade between his hands as Grell attempted to swing down on Ciel.

"Wha…!?" The blade rutted and vibrated in Sebastian's hands before he pushed Grell back a few yards. "Wh—! What is that!?" Ciel questioned. Sebastian blocked Ciel. "All reapers posses a tool for hunting souls. It is known as…the 'Death Scythe.' Though this is my first time seeing on that looks like that…" Grell smiled with it in his hands wickedly. Sebastian pushed back the wet hair from in front of his eyes. "The 'Death Scythe' is rather troublesome…"

"Something as unbecoming as a scythe wouldn't suit me in the least, don't you agree? So I customized it to my specifications! A 'Death Scythe' juuust for me, which plays the grandest harmony with the death throes of a soul! Of course…" Grell licked his lips. "Its sharpness is guaranteed." Sebastian put his arm out in front of Ciel. He began to stroke the scythe.

"A tool that only a God like me can wield to chop anyone and anything into itty bitty pieces!" Grell wiggled his body in a seductive manner at Sebastian. "My body's gotten all stiff 'cos I've been a good little Grell this whole time! Now I sooo want to work up a sweat with y-o-u! 3" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Would you mind refraining from such sickening displays? Furthermore, I am on duty at present." Grell swung his weapon up and down as he basically fangirled over the demon.

"AHHHN! YOU'RE SO STOIC! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS SIDE OF YOU EITHER, SEBASTIAN DARLING! 3" Grell squealed. He suddenly became serious. "Let me tell you a little something, dearest—the color red makes me swoon. I just love red for my hair, clothes, and lipstick. That's why I adore making over ugly women with the red of their blood. The more glamorous the woman, the more alluring she becomes, just like a beautiful poisonous flower, right?" he explained(?) gazing over at Madam Red.

"And I'll bet a fine stud like you fitted up is rose colors would be the absolute best! I'll cut you open deep, splatter you with all the many shades of crimson…And mess you up most glamorously, Sebastian darling! 3"

"A reaper is one who quietly hunts the souls of the dying. A butler is one who accompanies his master like a shadow. Your poor taste goes against the aesthetics of both…and fair raises my bile."

Grell pouted. "I worked hard as a butler for my master! I didn't wear make-up or dress pretty or anything when I was at work!" Sebastian tilted his head.

"I am appalled…How can you call yourself a butler?" Of course, Grell had to smirk at that.

"Even so, I am still a butler…" he held up the rock symbol. "for Death!"

"—In the name of the Queen and mine own evil title…I command you!" Ciel stated, slipping off his eyepatch.

"HUNT. THEM. DOWN"

"Yes, my lord."

The bullet of a shotgun blazed towards Grell. He quickly side-stepped as it collided with the wall.

"Huh?!" he exclaimed.

"HEY GRELL, REMEMBER ME? YEAH! I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU, YOU HUSSY!"

And that is a wrap folks? I feel like this chapter is a 6/10. But you're gonna love the next one! Tensions run high, threats get dropped, Sebastian steps out of line, and something terrible happens to our beloved red-head! Bye-bye! Don't forget to REVIEW, ALERT, AND FAVORITE! Rainbows!

2/09/14: I find the lack of reviews...disturbing...Did the chapter suck or something? TT-TT Review please