Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji but I do own Jadalyn! So all you evil men in suits quit following me. Especially you, yeah you, the one with the straight jacket...

Special thanks to xIzumi-chan: We'll eventually find out what's going on some how XD

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Let the show begin!

Sebastian looked down at the young girl crumpled on the ground before him. He was some what amazed at how complacent she had been with leaving however he was sure that she wouldn't be so calm when she realizes what she's got herself into. But for now, she was face first in the floor of the grand manor's hallway moaning about a fractured skull.

Humans are fickle fragile creatures. How useless.

He toed her with his shoe until he finally came to. Her green eyes were wide and unfocused as she pushed herself up off the floor but failed when her rather large and seemingly over stuff bag was dropped unceremoniously onto her back with an 'Umph'.

"You shouldn't just leave your things lying around you know. That's very unlady like" Sebastian said, lips curved in an amused smirk at her angry glare. "And neither is rolling around on the floor like some animal. Now hurry up."

The young girl managed to heave the monstrosity off of her and roll into a sitting position, panting.

"You didn't have to throw it on me you know" she said angrily and held out her hand. Sebastian eyed her hand with distaste.

"Why exactly do you want me to do?" he inquired and her eyes narrowed.

"You could just help me up! That's the nice thing to do!" she spat.

"Indeed it is but…" Sebastian gave her an almost playful spiteful look. "You're filthy from rolling on the floor. I would hate to dirty my gloves."

She closed her eyes to reign in her venomous thoughts and pushed her self off the ground grumbling. Bastard she thought. She heaved the bag onto one shoulder with a huff. Sebastian started off at a brisk walk down the long hallway.

Jadalyn's first thoughts upon arriving were to punch the man in the loins, no matter if he towered a frightening 6ft about her roughly 5ft 3in and run as if the devil was on her heels but with one look around, she realized something was very very wrong.

Jadalyn's POV

It is decided. I absolutely HATE that man. So uppity and can you say RUDE! Gah! And now he's leaving me to practically run and catch up with his walk. The hallway was lavish and old-fashioned, literally. A lot of told timey pieces were sitting here and there on stands and what not and I couldn't help but think to myself what a rich man could want with the locating of my father. Who knows?

"This way Miss Jadalyn"

I looked up and the man had made it to the door near the end of the hall without me. He stood by the open door, prim and proper, waiting. I stepped into the large room and was taken back. It to was lavished in an old timey sense. Probably 1800's. There were a few book cases, a couch and chair too, but the most noticeable thing was the large desk that sat by the moonlight.

"Light the candles. It's too dark in here Sebastian. And hurry up, we're way behind schedule and I'll never get enough sleep before tomorrow as it is." I heard a voice say. The man who brought me here bowed to the hidden figure in the chair behind the desk and began circling the room, lighting candles. Although to be honest I didn't understand the use of them. They were just like constantly melting sparklers. Why couldn't he just have flipped the light switch? Either way I didn't move from my spot when he was finished. He took his spot beside the chair, its back facing me.

"You are Miss Jadalyn Brisbane?" the voice questioned and I answered with a timid yes. "Welcome to the Phantomhive Mansion." The chair swiveled around and what I saw wasn't what I expected. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to be sure no giggles would escape my lips. The tall man – Sebastian was his name I assume- shot me a look but it didn't help. In the chair, where I expected a man of some fortune to be sitting was instead a boy, probably around the age of twelve I assume, and to top off the incredulity of the moment, he was wearing an eye patch. Sadly nevertheless my struggle with my out of place giggle fit was noticed.

"Is there a problem Miss Brisbane?" he boy inquired. He looked so professional sitting there and yet so cute! I had to let my bad slide to the floor and wrap my other arm around my stomach to keep myself from guffawing out loud.

"N-No." I managed out before another fit of silent laughter hit me. It took me a moment to stamp down my laughter to continue on. "T-there isn't a problem" I wiped a tear from my eye. "I just think you're so cute!" I blurted before the laughter spewed back out and I doubled over.

"I –hahaaa- know you must –bwahahahahaaa- think this is funny –snorthaha- and playing pirates is cute –oh god.- but its your father –hehehe- that I need to speak to!" I forced out between intakes of breath. I looked up and the boy's face in completely shock but Sebastian's eyes held some form of mirth.

"May I introduce the man who will be aiding you in locating your father" Sebastian said and my laughter practically died in my throat. "The young Earl Ceil Phantomhive" Young was certainly an understatement. This boy was supposed to help me locate my father? I refused to believe it.

"No no, you see" I said, straightening my self up. "I'm looking for his father. I think…" I tapped my chin thoughtfully. I figured it would be a man that would help me. "I'm searching for my own father." The boy –Ceil if I am correct- re arranged his facial expression to one of annoyance.

"Your father, Donavan Brisbane, correct? Was taken from your home a month ago and to which you disappeared."

I felt my blood run cold in my veins. How in the world did that child know such things? That was personal and who ever ran this…place…was lacking in keeping their mouth shut.

"Look, little boy," I said, straightening myself up a bit. "I'm looking for your parents. This was funny to begin with but now it's becoming annoying."

"The only thing annoying here is your blatant disrespect, your obnoxious horrible clothing, and overall just you in general." Ceil said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have no reason to try and convince you of anything. It is you who needs my help after all." I'm sure my face had shock written all over it.

"Who are you?"

"I am Ceil Phantomhive." He said and he smirked, I'm sure, at my shock. "Now that we're done with useless introductions, let us move on to more pressing matters, I have a visitor arriving tomorrow and would love to get some sleep as soon as possible" he threw a cross look at Sebastian. "As you know I'm interested in helping you find your father but don't mistake that as generosity." His voice went cold sending a shiver up my spine. "The location of your father might aid me in finding out a few things of my own. If you don't prove helpful we'll just throw you out. Besides, children don't like toys once they're of no further value."

"Obviously I know how you got here, but I don't believe you do." He waved a hand at Sebastian. "My butler brought you here under some…unusual circumstances. Time is a funny thing once you know how to rip it but if you don't put it back just right then chaos ensues."

Ripping time! How the hell does someone rip time? Or maybe I'm going crazy and I misheard him although I'm sure I did not.

"There are people who are you looking for you and they have no problem ripping the time line apart for you and we can't have that. Its upsetting to her majesty and –"

"Her majesty?" I interrupted him. "Its not the 19th century anymore and we certainly do NOT live in UK." I mean really. I can understand your appreciation for the old times and such but this was taking it a step too far. "And no one can "rip" time" I pointed out smugly. "I'm not a fool."

"Obviously you are ma'am" Sebastian finally spoke up. He pulled a thick wad of folded paper from the messy desk the boy sat at and walked briskly over to me and held it out, mirth twinkling in his reddish brown eyes. It was a newspaper. I snatched it from him and let out sort of a mix of a gasp and cry. The date was boldly printed at the top (May 12) and the year made my stomach drop. 1835(?). My doubts were slowly being erased about everything he said.

"I'm not the fool here certainly." Ceil said smugly making me bristle. The boy needed a whipping and if he kept this up, I'd do it myself, no matter who he was. "You are to remain here in the Phantomhive Mansion as a maid" he held up a hand to keep me from speaking which was exactly what I was going to do. "We can't have you as a guest. If someone realized you were here for so long they'd want to investigate and there are incredibly nosy people in the world today. You'll serve the Phantomhive family as we conduct this search. Now Sebastian, show her to the maids quarters and don't play around this time" Sebastian seemed to smirk at the boys words and he bowed deeply whispering a quick "yes my lord" before motioning me to follow him out the door. I stood and made to follow.

"Also, Jadalyn, don't think that your search is indeed my main priority. I have my duties to the Queen and I will decide what comes first."

I nodded numbly. I really didn't care at the moment. I was just in utter shock. All I really wanted was to go somewhere and lay down. Maybe ease the minor throbbing in the back of my head that had materialized out of no where. Sebastian walked on and I followed him quietly. Possibly the quietest I've ever been.

It didn't take us long to descend the large stair case and move to the lower levels of the mansion and I tried to ignore everything I saw on the way there. I had hoped against hope that I would forget that I had traveled backwards in time and it would ease off the nervousness I was feeling.

We arrived at a handsome door within minutes and Sebastian stood to the side. "We'll start you on your official duties in the morning so look sharp, I don't tolerate tardiness." I flinched. Jeez, what a snob. "Maylene is your room mate. She's the only other maid here. You'll meet the rest of the staff tomorrow." He pushed open the door and I peeked in. There wasn't much. Two beds, two armories and chest of drawers on their respectable sides.

"We'll get you fitted sooner or later for…better clothes" These people were pissing me off with the insults. "Now, good night to you. I must tend to the young master at once." He gave me one last scrutinizing glance before leaving. I was left alone with my heavy bag of doom and began to drag it inside as quietly as possible, silently cursing the house, that boy, and that annoying as hell butler.

Here it is :D Chapter two :) I've not really decided which view to write it from. Maybe the next chapter might be written in 3rd person Omnipresent. maybe I'll alternate. The next chapter jumps right into the Kuroshitsuji manga from chapter one and Jadalyn will get a taste of the chaos that ensues daily!I don't have much to say honestly and I have no one here to help me give closing remarks *sniffle*

But that's ok. :0 Hope you enjoyed. :D