Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, but I do own the OC's in this story. (forgot this one sentence, had to remove the chapter to add it in…whoops)

Thank you for all the views! I kind of messed up the lines between the paragraphs in the last chapter. I've got a temporary solution for it, but if someone can explain to me how to add in those lines properly, that would be highly appreciated. But for the rest of this fanfiction I will use the method I used in this chapter. Enjoy!

Ciel Phantomhive

Chapter 2

Ciel was looking outside at the freshly fallen snow, which was covering the British countryside with a white blanket of refined white powder. It was quite the sight, Ciel had to admit.

'Bocchan, there's someone at the door,' Sebastian said. Ciel looked away from the window.

'Who is it?' he asked.

'It's mister Randall from Scotland Yard.' Ciel was surprised.

'Did we phone them, or are they here for no reason?'

'He wishes to talk to you, Young Master.'

'Is it urgent?'

'It looked quite urgent, my lord.' Ciel sighed and got up. Those people from Scotland Yard were completely useless. Ciel could solve those mysteries himself. Well, with the help of Sebastian, at least. Ciel exited his highly decorated office, the sound of his cane on the floor dimmed by the carpet as he was on his way to the hall.

/\/\/\/\

Fred Abberline was a man in a dark-grey trench coat and green tie. His auburn hair and blue eyes picked from under his snow-covered bowler hat. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, together with Arthur Randall. Arthur was a man with brown eyes, square glasses, a moustache, sideburns and a black top hat. They were talking to each other on muted tone, but they quickly shut up as soon as they saw the earl. Ciel and Sebastian descended the stairs. Ciel observed them. They looked like they were either very uncomfortable or in a hurry. Abberline was tapping with his foot on the floor and Randall's right eye was twitching a little.

'Earl Phantomhive,' Arthur said.

'Sir Arthur Randall,' Ciel stated. 'Why are you here?'

'Haven't you heard it yet?' Abberline asked, astonished. 'Two murders found place.'

'And?' Two murders, is that all? Ciel thought. That wasn't that weird in the Underworld.

'Two murders,' Randall said, 'that involve you, Earl.'

'What?' Ciel was struck dumb. What had happened? Was Elizabeth okay?

'A couple of weeks earlier, one of your guests was murdered six days after he had left you mansion. And now, another one of your guests has been murdered six days after she had left your mansion.' Ciel was silent. How could it be that he had not heard about this earlier? Had Sebastian known about this?

'Sir Randall and mister Abberline,' Ciel said, and he smiled, 'will you please follow me to my office? If we discuss everything out here, some…unwanted eavesdroppers might hear certain facts.' Randall growled. Ciel interpreted that as an agreement. 'Sebastian, prepare tea for three people. And bring two extra chairs to my office. Oh, don't forget to make sure Soma and Agni are satisfied.'

'Yes, my lord.'

/\/\/\/\

'Is there…a connection between the victims?' Abberline asked. Ciel thought. The first victim, Warren Bloom, had been the deputy of the Funtom company in France for a while. He had visited the earl one last time before retiring. It sure was a pity he had died. The second victim, Vena Oxley, was a…friend of Ran Mao. Lau had been in need of a place for her to stay, so Ciel had offered his help. There was nothing special to mention about both of the guests. He told Randall and Abberline about the visits.

'Vena left with a carriage later that day. There is nothing special to mention about both of their visits.' Randall had a difficult expression on his face.

'Your story is impermeable, Earl,' he said after a while. 'And I can't imagine why you would want to kill a friend of your friend or someone from your own company.'

'Would you mind if we examine the rooms where the victims slept?' Abberline asked.

'No, go ahead, if you want,' Ciel said. 'Sebastian, lead them to the rooms of the victims.'

'Yes, my lord.'

/\/\/\/\

'Have you found anything?' Ciel asked Abberline after the examination of the rooms.

'Nothing,' Abberline said. 'They haven't left anything behind, unintentionally nor premeditated. We should go now. If you find anything special, please contact us, Earl Phantomhive.'

'I will,' Ciel said. 'Have a good trip back to London.'

'Thank you, Earl,' Randall said. 'It sure is cold outside, and slippery. Watch out if you go outside!'

'I will, thank you,' Ciel said. He turned around and went back to his office as Sebastian escorted Randall and Abberline outside.

We can't have this, Ciel thought. This will ruin our good name. If I leave this to those morons of Scotland Yard, word will spread and everything will be over. I think I should…undertake some action myself.

/\/\/\/\

The Undertaker's shop appeared to be empty, as usual. It was even darker than usual and only two candles were lit.

'Undertaker!' Ciel called his name. His voice sounded harsh in the black, box-like room they were in.

'Hihihi, Earl,' Undertaker's voice said as the coffin in the corner opened. 'You caught me in the middle of a nap. Would you like to try out a coffin? Or are you here for a measuring cup of tea?'

'Neither of those things, Undertaker,' Ciel said. Undertaker glanced at the hourglass on one of the coffins.

'Ah! Time for biscuits!' he said and disappeared behind some other coffins. Ciel sniffed. He could indeed smell something else, apart from the accustomed stale air and the slight whiff of rotting flesh. Undertaker appeared behind him, wearing pink oven gloves and carrying a griddle (that had definitely seen better days). He offered the Earl a biscuit.

'Watch out, Earl! They're still hot, you don't want to burn your mouth!' Ciel carefully nibbled a biscuit. It was a little dry, but not bad at all.

'So,' Undertaker said, as he sat down on one of the coffins and putting some cookies in an urn, 'are you very sure you don't want a measuring cup of tea?'

'I wanted to know,' Ciel said, 'if you know anything about Warren Bloom and Vena Oxley.'

'Do I know anything about them?' Undertaker asked himself. 'You know what the price for my information is, Earl.'

'O gosh,' Ciel sighed. 'Sebastian!'

'Yes, Bocchan?' Sebastian said behind him.

'Make Undertaker laugh,' Ciel ordered.

'Please wait outside, my lord.' Sebastian asked Ciel. 'And under no circumstances you are to peek inside!' Ciel went outside, the snow scrunching under his high heels. It was incredibly cold, and he was shivering as the booming laugh of the Undertaker echoed in the street. Sebastian opened the door.

'Please come inside, Young Master,' he said with a smile on his face. Ciel entered the shop and the Undertaker was giggling in the corner, muttering something that looked an awful lot like: "kitties".

/\/\/\/\

'The victims have been pierced with an enormous strength,' Undertaker said, petting his fake upper body. 'It was a tough job to make them pretty for their funeral, but I managed to do it. The wound was straight through the heart. The strength they were penetrated with was definitely inhuman. That's all there is to say.' Ciel frowned. That was interesting. So there was either another akuma out there, or one of Finny's friends, or maybe even a Shinigami. What now? Sebastian could probably make Grell do some Shinigami tricks to find out whether it was a Shinigami or not, but why would an inhuman being kill those people? Ciel didn't know.

'Let's go home, Sebastian,' he said.

Was it a bit rushed? I know it's not the best chapter. But I find it quite hard to write as Ciel, he is a very cunning and complex character. Please tell me what you think of this story so far! I'm going to try and upload another chapter today. Oh, by the way, when I write fanfictions, I first write the whole thing, and then upload it chapter by chapter. So after this fanfiction I'll have to write another one, and so it will probably take a while for me to upload another fanfiction after this one. But I might do a one shot, or even a sickfic. Yeah, I'm one of those people who enjoys reading and writing about misery and such. You'll see that in the next chapter… (don't like, don't read, you have been warned, I mean, the second genre is Hurt/Comfort, what were you expecting?)