DISCLAIMER:

NARUTO © Masashi Kishimoto

KUROSHITSUJI © Toboso Yana

Single Approach

Naruto/Kuroshitsuji Cross Over

Sakura Haruno and Sebastian Michaelis

Romance/Adventure/Humor/Angst/Drama

Rated T: for Language

Chapter 9 – 9th Step: Ignoring

Author's notes:

I'm sorry for the lateness. I was being lazy for the past few days and I was sort of busy dealing with my ever socially awkwardness character last 2 days ago because my—future as what my father say (step mother) came and have dinner with us—with her cooking and me on the sides talking to her. It was awkward but it eventually past and I was glad. She's nice and everything and I can't wait for her to be added in our family. XD

Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed on the last chapter, added this on their alert and fave list. I really thank you all. You made this story far more than I imagine.

Thank you.

I hope you all like this chapter.

"Talking"

Sakura's thoughts /thoughts

Inner talking

'It was one of those nights.

Nights were everyone is getting ready to sleep.

Nights were everyone had tucked in their children to sleep as the parents blows the candles off.

Nights were the moon was high and so full that it can light even the darkest corner.

Nights were a woman, a black haired woman sneaking out, leaving the safe confines of her home, only with a simple torch and a coat to escape from the cold.

Amanda Brie, that was her name, the name she thoroughly hated, the name she cursed every day. It wasn't because her name was ugly, it wasn't because she was teased, or anything.

It was because she was named — as they say, from a witch.

Amanda was not a witch, of course she was not.

She doesn't have those pointy hats witches have, nor those big cauldrons and potions and poisoned apples, do people usually say a witch have. She was just Amanda, a 21 year old woman, a loving daughter, a sister, a baker, and a lover.

She was a normal woman, a woman who had dreams, a woman who had wishes and hopes. She's a woman who had nothing but her family and their little bakeshop.

'Today is the day' she happily muses. Today was the day. It was the day she's been waiting for. She let out a small squeal whenever she thought about it.

"Ah, Irvin" she smile and continue to walk. Irvin, the son of their landlord, he's such a sweet man, capturing not only her heart but as well as the other woman in the town. Though, she was mildly surprise when he chooses her over those pretty girls who adore him, those girls who were known to the society, and those women that his father will approve.

Her father disapproved, of course, telling her not to have a relationship with him, that he was different than them. Stubborn as she was, she secretly meets him twice a week near the river, not telling a soul, even her dear family.

The young woman gave out a sigh and then stilled.

'Was that footsteps?' she asked herself, not really sure.

She continues to walk and her courage plummeted to the ground as she heard it, faint and hollow; following her every move. Her torch flickered out as the wind blows, leaving the moon as her only light. She stops, listen and heard none. She was sweating; nervously glancing for anyone who would be out at the middle of the night. But there was none.

She keeps her pace, slowly making huge steps and trying to ready herself for a run. She wasn't supposed to be out. She was supposed to be home, talking to her father, singing a lullaby to her little brother, baking bread for tomorrow and lying sleep, safe and sound. But she was not; here she was scared to her wits, trying to escape from her nearing demise.

She knew it was a bad idea, leaving and sneaking out to see her lover. A very bad idea.

And now she's regretting it.

Her heart was now beating like drum; the sudden growl she had heard behind her was not human. Even though she was scared, she kept her pace. The slow walk was antagonizing her, but she felt like she doesn't have the energy to run. Her legs were quivering and she knew anytime soon that it will give up.

Through the thick dress she was wearing, she can still fell the coldness of the night. The winds, telling her a warning she knew she can't avoid, a warning, she had seen yet she ignored.

'It was too late.' She mused, at the same time she stop walking. Whoever is on her back was not human. Letting out a deep sigh, she vaguely remembers the people who she will miss. 'Father, mother, 'lil brother.' Tears were steadily falling from her eyes when she remembers her lover.

'Irvin'

The growl stopped her from thinking. The footsteps soon faded as she found herself being pushed to the tree. She decided that since she's going to die, she'll see who her murderer was.

Red.

Red eyes beaming.

Fangs.

Sharp fangs.

'A vampire.'

"So, she was going to be bitten." She softly muttered as she kept on reading. It was sort of entertaining, but it was common.

'The Silence of Amanda' was written by an unknown author, a mystery and thriller book. Vampires, witches and werewolves were involved, though she wondered why witches were there. She had read books concerning Vampires and Werewolves but this is the first time she had read a book with witches on it.

'Maybe this is the reason' she silently muses as she remembers.

Ciel introduced the book to her, telling her that it might entertain her for a while. He told her one time at tea, that he had bought the book because of its rarity. He was honest enough to tell her that he hadn't read the book himself, nor had the plan to.

"It was by chance" he told her, before sipping his tea. "The book was being auctioned. It cost almost a million pounds."

Though she may say the book did entertain her, there are some things that even her genius mind can't answer. There are some scenes which she didn't fully understand and some parts were like missing.

She sighs, not liking that she can't understand it fully. Telling herself that she'll ask Ciel about it later, she finally stops reading.

As she closed the book, she heard a faint knock on her door. A soft, 'May I come in?' was heard from the outside.

It was Ciel.

She look at the clock, it was past 10am already. It appears that she had been reading for an hour. She stood up and muttered her reply as she takes her book back to the shelf.

The door opens, revealing Ciel in his dignified blue suit—once again, with Sebastian on tow.

"Hello, Ciel." She smiled at the lad on blue and nod on his butler. She was wondering what Ciel would need today. If he had asked for tea, he would only send Mey-Rin to tell her.

He gave her a nod. "We're leaving to town today. Would you like to come?"

She beamed. Of course she wanted to come. She had never been outside the Manor in exception for balls and some occasions.

"I'll ask Mey-Rin to accompany you though. I have matter to attend and I can't leave you alone."

"I understand. When do we leave?"

"As soon as you are ready." He turns and nods at Sebastian. "Call Mey-Rin, tell her to assist Lady Elyce and get ready as well." Without a word, Sebastian turns around and leaves the both of them alone.

"Weird?" she softly muttered, not thinking if Ciel had heard her. Well, it is really weird. Sebastian didn't bother looking at her, not speaking any word. He didn't leave a smirk, nor smile on her. 'Something must have happen.' She thought gingerly before she sits on the edge of her bed.

Silence then swallowed them both, neither had wanted to speak. Elyce wanted nothing but the get away from the silence. It's deafening, maddening and certainly outrageous. Glancing at Ciel, he seems comfortable at the silence; his eye was close as if he was sleeping. His right elbow was on the armrest supporting his neck. All in all he appears to be relaxed.

"About what happen a week ago, you see—"

"I never ask for a lengthy explanation." He cut her off. He knew that she was explaining what was she really, but that doesn't matter right now. He had told her that he won't pry unto her past. He knew that explaining that to him might be uncomfortable to her. He was not that cold hearted, he still knows the difference between the 'I can't' and 'I won't'.

He opened his eye and met hers. "What I want to know is why you are so reckless?" He saw her flinched. "I want to know why you have to do that."

"It's just I wanted to help."

He sighs. "I know. But next time, please give us a warning before you do such thing."

"I will."

Silence greeted them once again but this time Elyce was comfortable. She had been restless for the last few days because of that. She was willing to tell Ciel all about her past even though it's uncomfortable. She'll do it for the sake of trust. She knew that Ciel trusted her and she won't break it no matter what.

"What about my—"

A knock on the door interrupted her. It was Mey-Rin and Sebastian.

The red-haired female smiled at her and takes a bow. Ciel stood up and move his way to the door.

"Make sure to wear something thick. The snow started to fall a while ago."

"Snow?" She saw Ciel nod. "Really?" Elyce excitedly ran to the window and pull her curtains open; never noticing Sebastian's chuckle or Ciel's eyebrow was raise. Her eyes went wide on what she saw.

'Snow Winterland!' her mind exclaimed. The white snow slowly falling, the trees were now covered with snow, even her window sill was covered too. She grinned, it was really snow. Oh, how she wanted to touch those fluffy, white snow. How she wanted to run and ran in circles as it falls to her, how she wanted to feel it to her skin.

She didn't know that it was snowing. Her room was warm enough not to notice the sudden changes outside. After the last week's event Ciel ordered her to stay indoors for precaution. After all, she did punch a company president, as well as destroying mostly windows and others in the room they were in back before.

"Is this your first time seeing snow?" It was Ciel who asked. She shook her head as an answer.

Taking a deep breath, she looks at them and smiles. "It was uncommon back from where I came from."

"How uncommon?"

"It usually rain a lot if it's winter." She glances outside, her emerald eyes staring far away, reminiscing, and remembering what it was.

"What was your place look like, milady?" It was Mey-Rin who asked as she walked toward Elyce' wardrobe, pulling out a dark red cloak cape with fur lining it's shoulders and a light colored red cape but this time it was a high collared one.

Laying the cloaks on the bed, she waited for Elyce to answer her question.

"It was green." She finally answered after a long pause. She closes her eyes, making her eyelashes kiss her cheeks, her emerald eyes disappearing. "The tees were tall" pausing she opened her eyes and smile. "High above, that if you were on top of it, you can almost touch the sky."

She let out a soft chuckle before sitting on the couch and stares at the window. "It's always spring for me. There were flowers, lots of them." She turned to Mey-Rin and flashed another smile. "You'll love it there, Mey-Rin"

"Oh, that sound wonderful milady."

"Oh yes, it is."

"I hate to interrupt your conversation but, I'll be leaving you ladies to prepare." Ciel walks to Sebastian and nods at them. "We'll be downstairs."

"Yes, thank you Ciel." Elyce smiles and looks at Sebastian and again was promptly ignored, as he leave without saying anything.

'I'll talk to him later.' She thought as she saw Mey-Rin closes the door. She gave out a sigh; Sebastian had been ignoring her for almost 2 days. At first she thought that it was nothing, that he was sort of busy or something, but now, she had confirmed it. Her so-called knight was ignoring her.

'The nerve of him!' She was fuming, of course. The black haired butler was ignoring her. 'Well, if he wants to ignore me, I'll ignore him too.'

"Lady Elyce."

"Yes?"

"Which one would you like to wear?" She move towards the bed were the coats were laid. She took the dark red cloak cape and showed it to her. "This one? Or" She put down the cloak and grabbed the other one—the light blue red "This?"

"What do you think? I can never decide about such things. I was never really interested at dresses."

Elyce heard Mey-Rin gasp. Well, that was normal. Women here in London were the queens of vanity—well, not everyone, most of them. They have the arrays of different clothes, jewelries, shoes and hats. Their appearance was foremost the most important, next was, of course manners.

She was hoping Mey-Rin would not say something like 'Every woman loves dresses.' Well, she hated it. Back in Konoha, dresses were for occasions which were sort of rare.

Civilians can wear dresses.

Ninjas, well, of course they can't.

Well, if she can ran through trees with a dress on, she'll wear one. Fortunately she can't, so no.

"But Lady Elyce, every woman like dresses." There goes the part. "If I can have dresses such as yours, I'll wear them every day." She hugs the cape she had been holding as she stressed the word wear. She can't really blame the red-haired maid; she'll admit the dresses Ciel had provided her are really beautiful. From the finest silk, the best shoes, and expensive jewelries, she's thankful to that. Those things, if she was in Konoha, she'll never afford it nor she'll even try.

She gave Mey-Rin a soft smile, and the maid flushed red. "I am sorry, milady. I was … I…"

"What are you sorry for Mey-Rin? I think you're just so cute." She giggled when the maid flushed deeper red. "What do you think? Should I change? I mean those were reds, I'm wearing blue."

True to what she said, she's wearing a velvet blue short jacket, with beautiful filigree buttons. A bias cuff in velvet and rich re-embodied lace finishes the sleeve; the bias cut peplum curves from the center front to a longer length in the back. Its matching skirt was detailed rows and rows of pleats throughout the width of the generous cut.

"Oh, you're right Milady."

Winter in London was cold but beautiful. The pure white snow, slowly falling from heavens coating the roads, buildings and even people were fascinating for her eyes. Though the winds were harsh and cold, she can see children playing outside throwing snowballs at their playmates and laughing. There are couples holding hand in hand as they both laugh at something in the sidewalks, women walking along with their husbands or hand maids, trudging carefully to their destination.

As the carriage carry them on the heart of the city, Elyce look up and saw smokes coming from the house's fireplace, warming anyone at home. She smiles, glancing back and forth, looking for things that would catch her interest.

"It is fascinating isn't it?" She turned towards Ciel who was sitting in front of her. He was wearing a black wool frock coat. It has 2 front flap pocket, and upper welt breast pocket. Under it was a simple white long sleeve, buttoned 'till his neck with a black silk tie, firmly knotted. His vest was blue in color, with gold buttons. His black shorts were paired with long black socks with his heeled boots in tack.

Beside him was Sebastian, wearing a simple black trench coat. All of its buttons were in place to tightly cover his usual butler suit. On his lap were Ciel's black topper hat, and his cane. His gloved hands were carefully holding them, as if it was treasure.

She on the other hand was wearing a cape, made up in silver brocade with a white overall pattern, and lined in satin. White fur trims out the neck and the hemline, and four white frogs close the front. Inside she was wearing a simple black dress. She and Mey-Rin decided that since she'll wear a coat, wearing a simple one inside would be sufficient.

An ivory crochet gloves covered her hands, as it was safely tucked inside the white fur muff, which matched her coat.

"It is. Never had I seen like this before. If it was winter, it rained mostly; so to say snow was rare."

"I see."

She was about to say something in reply when she felt Mey-Rin move and her attention solely become hers. Mey-Rin, for some reason was fidgeting. Well, she was holding the edges of her cloak, dragging it towards her lap while fidgeting.

Out of curiosity she asked her what was wrong.

"This cloak was yours milady, and I don't want it to be dirtied."

She gave off a soft laugh. "I have given you the cloak, so it's yours now."

"But—"

"Listen to what Lady Elyce had said Mey-Rin." Ciel interrupted. At first, he was mildly confused as to what they were talking, as their voice was in hushed tones. He knew that interrupting a woman's conversation was not that honorable but after he had heard Elyce' response, and seeing Mey-Rin will say something again, he interrupted.

"Just put down the cloak Mey-Rin. You'll catch cold."

"Yes, milady."

Sensing that the issue was over, he turned his attention to the smiling woman right in front of him. He can clearly see that she was disturbed by something. And he is willing to bet his soul to another demon that it has something to do with the butler beside him. He noticed about 3 days ago that the demon butler was ignoring the pink haired lady.

His reasons? Well, he didn't know it. Yet. He'll just confront the butler once Elyce was gone. So for now, he'll ignore this fact and let the woman smile.

Ah yes, smile.

When the carriage stops, he was brought out from what he was thinking. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of both women who keeps on talking to each other, oblivious that it was their stop. When he saw them turned to him and heard a muffled 'sorry', he speak. "This is the shopping district of London."

Turning toward Elyce he produces a small pouch and gave it to her. "Buy anything to your liking. Mey-Rin will help you navigate the district. She'll tour you around." He saw her nod and gave her another smile.

Sebastian went down the carriage and asks for Elyce' hand, which she gladly give. As her gloved hand touches his, she shivered, for a reason she can't explain. Ignoring it, as Sebastian was clearly ignoring it too, she manages to get down smoothly. Mey-Rin followed next to her. Before the black haired butler get in, Ciel called Elyce' name.

"Be careful"

"We will and you as well." She glances at Sebastian.

"We'll see you at the park, 2 hours from now."

"Very well" and the carriage went off, leaving both Mey-Rin and Elyce in front of a clothing store. Turning to the red-haired companion, she saw her fidget at her gaze.

"Mey-Rin, relax. Let's get inside, shall we?"

"Yes, milady."

"It isn't like you to ignore her." Ciel immediately ask after they had dropped both ladies. He didn't bother looking at his butler; he can clearly tell that he was smirking. The bloody demon.

"I don't know what you were talking about, Bocchama" Of course, he knew it. It was Elyce. He had been ignoring the cherry blossom for 3 days and he can't help it.

He was experimenting, yes, he was.

Humans are such trivial creatures. Of course, they are.

Women are hard to understand. It is quite obvious.

To understand them more fully, he had asked (more like order)—he had no choice, Bard.

"Women are the queen of vanity. They want all your attention towards them. So when you ignore them, they'll do their best to have your attention back."

Truth to be told, it was effective.

That hesitant voice, the biting of the lower lip and those pleading eyes, gives away Elyce' want to ask him why he was ignoring her. It was the most interesting thing he had done.

"It is hard. Is what Oscar said." Snake do has a point. He'll credit the snake lover rather than the defective chef. Women are something that isn't easy to ignore. Even the brat had a hard time ignoring Lady Elizabeth and saying that the brat can do it was something he'll achieve once he's dead.

He sighs.

It was sort of easy. At first

The first 2 days went perfectly smooth without any problems. Telling her lies was the easiest thing he had done. Lies that narrow from being ordered by the brat, to he's tired—though he was not, to simply being busy. She bought all of those lies, and he was sort of disappointed.

He was actually waiting for her to corner him, to push him to the walls and hissed at him, to actually saw her grip his suit while tears were leaking from her eyes, were her voice quiver as she asks – "Why are you ignoring me? Didn't you say you were my knight?"

But from what he's seeing, it is now official—Elyce is ignoring him too.

Of course, what can you get from a pink-haired woman that can kill a man with a single punch? A woman who had endured a lot of torture for months and survive – with their help, but that's a different story and a woman who he had only seen cry once.

He suppresses another sigh.

His plan was backfiring at him.

He promises himself that he'll punish Bard later, and he knew Snake would be glad to help him.

"Stop daydreaming Sebastian. We're here." Ciel voice interrupts his thoughts. "Get down."

"Hai Bocchama."

"Stop thinking about her Sebastian, we had matters to attend first. You can think of her after this case is done."

Sebastian didn't know whether to be upset or be happy with what the brat had said. It was clear on his statement that he doesn't care if he was ignoring his own guest, but at the same time it hinted something else.

He knew what I was planning. He mentally sighs. Well, it doesn't matter anymore, he's already done anyway.

The dark colored walls, the foolproof signboard, the creaking door never cease to amaze Ciel. Seriously, this is a funeral shop not a horror house. Any sane person will come inside, in exemption that they really needed to—which was unlikely to happen.

But since when was the Earl of Phantomhive sane?

Of course, he was not.

"Undertaker"

The silver haired man grinned as he heard his name, all the while as he was holding a jar of, Ciel can't tell. But one thing is for sure, that green vile liquid was sure disgusting. He shuddered, as he saw the undertaker's grin on him.

"Oh, well if isn't the Earl. To what do I owe you?"

"It is about the chopped ladies, scattered all over London."

"Ah, straight to the point, as usual" He gave another grin, making Ciel shudder.

"Che"

"But you already knew what I want in exchange for the info." He grinned once again. He really loves riling the Earl. He had been irritated at the bodies disposed to him. Some of them don't have hands, fingers or head. A good laugh is what he needs right now. The Earl was rather good at telling jokes. Looking at his butler, he gave of another grin.

Well, his butler too.

"So, who will give me a dose of laughter?"

"Ah, let me Bocchama." Sebastian said as he ushered Ciel to leave. The blue-haired lad merely gave a huff and move to the door. This dose of laughter payment was ridiculous.

"Make it fast." He ordered and leaves, closing the door rather loud.

"It appears that the Earl just had a temper tantrum?" the silver haired man grinned then interlaces both of his hands together. His black painted long fingernails clashes with his silver locks.

"Let get this done then."

Outside, Ciel impatiently taps his feet. His black boots scrunched the snow below his feet. He always ask himself why, why that undertaker always need a laugh.

After giving out a sigh, a loud laugh startles him. It appears that Sebastian had made a good job. He heard the door open, revealing Sebastian who was smiling to him.

"Bocchama"

He scoffs and walks back inside. The silver haired man was still clutching his stomach and a crazy laugh was coming out from his mouth.

"Let's get this done, shall we?"

When the undertaker had calmed down, he ushered both of them to sit, which both of them refuse. 'Sitting in a fire was much better than sitting on a casket' Ciel thought. "We are in a hurry, Undertaker."

"Oh, yes. The last body was found near the bridge was it?" He saw Ciel nod as he answers.

"The woman was missing her right ear, her left feet, along with her fingers."

"Yes, every woman that was taken here had something missing."

"Every?"

"Yes, the first one was missing her right ear, both of her eyes and her left arm." He grinned, and Ciel didn't like it. "But you already knew about it, right?"

Ciel didn't reply. It was painstakingly an obvious question. "Stop beating around the bush, Undertaker." He spoke the words in a harsh manner, not thinking whether he had hurt the man's feeling. He was sure that Undertaker had none of those.

After a long paused and grinning, the silvered haired man replied. "The culprit was making something."

"Something?" It was Sebastian who asked. Undertaker just nodded as he took a flask with bone shaped biscuits, silently offering the Earl and him. He eyed the harmless biscuit—he knew it wasn't, and declined. He saw the brat did the same.

'Something?' Ciel mused, ignoring the biscuit that was offered in front of him. He'll die first before eating those.

'Missing left ear, fingers, and right ear from different woman, eyes, and feet' His sole eye then widened. "Ridiculous"

Sebastian turns his attention to Ciel. It appears he had found out the reason behind the chopped ladies. It was disturbing, and to say he was disturbed by such thing was something.

Humans can really do things in search for something. He had known from the start what the case is all about.

"Perfection" He heard Undertaker speak. "The culprit was collecting perfect parts of woman and …" he trailed of looking intently at Ciel.

"Create a perfect woman." Ciel finishes it. "Absolutely disgusting."

"Well" Undertaker smiles for the first time. "Everyone had their fetishes."

"Look at that woman." A deep voice resonates inside the carriage. He gave out a chuckle. A chuckle that gives the man in front of him shivers.

"That hair" pausing, he made a grin. "That perfect pink hair" He said it dramatically as if he was acting in front of audiences. It was really perfect, and rare. He had never seen any pink haired woman before until now. The silky strands were glimmering, shining, even though the clouds were covering the sun.

He wanted it. And he wanted it bad.

His masterpiece is almost finished, it was nearing perfection, and he can't wait.

He turned towards the man he's talking to. "I want it. Get it, but don't damage the hair."

"Yes, milord"

And yes another villain had taken interest of Sakura.

I'm laughing when I wrote that and I don't know why. I must be crazy or I must be evil. *evil grin*

Sorry for the lack of Sasuke or Genma in this chapter. I know most of you were thinking where the hell those two are, but as of right now they will be not on the next chapters.

I will focus on Sebastian/Sakura moments for now, so expect a pure Seba/Saku moments on the next chapters. I hope you can wait.

Sasuke and Genma's arrival will be a surprise and I hope you're all still there to see that moment coming.

The "chopped women" case in there was a product of my insanely sadistic character and I hope it wasn't that gross to read. It was supposed to be a different case but the idea came out when I remembered that someone had asked to put Undertaker on the story. (It was bla – an anonymous reviewer. Thanks BTW)

I had fun writing Undertaker and expect him on the next chapter, along with another character.

Random Question: Have you ever cried because of a fanfic? Why and what story is that? (If you remembered)

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