I stare blankly at Ciel, "What?" Sebastien wraps his hand around my arm preparing to drag Kisa and myself out of the room, when I feel the anger set in. What the heck? Isn't this supposed to be one of the fluffy fanfictions where the OCs get along with the main characters? What is the matter with this freaking brat, he is so not following the plot!?

All of a sudden, I hear glass shattering followed by an evil chuckle. "You don't think I would make this easy for you, did you?" an ominous voice booms through the room.

Frantically I look around for the chick who had just spoken to me, praying she wasn't who I thought she was. Everyone in the room, except for myself, were frozen in place; Sebastien was stuck scowling at Kato, who had burst into tears, while Ciel had turned indifferently to look at a paper on his desk. No, no, no!

"Yup, yup, yup! The fourth wall has been broken!"

Ripping my arm out of Sebastien's grasp, I fall to my knees, "Nooooo!"

"Oh, come now. There is no need to be so dramatic, it's just the fourth wall after all."

"This is terrible, it means I am stuck in a stupid story." A tear slides down my cheek.

The authoress giggles, "Well duh. Okay, so I bet you're wondering why you are here, right?"
I glare up at the ceiling, "The thought has crossed my mind."

"I'm just going to ignore that sarcasm. You better realize that I'm the author, and as such I can control how terrible, or bearable this can be for you. Anywho, time for me to give you your mission…"

Okay, so perhaps baiting the crazy woman that can control what happens to me isn't the best thing to do. But what else am I supposed to do? Fart rainbows while singing I'm a little teacup? All I have to cope with my dillema, is my sarcasm, anger, and fangirl senses. Oh my gosh, what is taking her so long. Does she have short term memory loss, or something? "...Which is?"

"I was just trying to build up the suspense. Nice job with your inner monologue by the way."

Crap.

"Hehe crap is right, because your mission is to make Ciel smile. After you do that, you and your sister can go home."

"B-but that's, like, impossible!"

She gives another infernal giggle, "Nothing's impossible!"

"..."

"Geesh, I was just trying to be supportive. Whatever meanie. Oh, would you look at the time, I have to go. If I were you, I would try to convince Ciel to let you stay here, otherwise it could be very difficult to complete your mission. Tata ducky!"

"Wait! How am-"

"Your problem, not mine." She says in a sing song voice.

"But you're the author, it is too your problem!" A door slams somewhere far off, then everything was unfrozen. Drat, she's gone! Now what am I supposed to do. I don't even know her stupid name.

"Miss, it is time for you and your sister to leave."

Slowly, I stand up. Fine. If this is how she wants to play this game, I'll go with it for now. The sooner I get him to smile, the sooner we can go home. Stupid woman.

Ignoring Sebastien, I look at Ciel and channel all of my anger at my situation into the glare, "I thought you were a gentleman, but I now see how wrong my assumptions were." Turning my glare into a loathing sneer, I continue criticizing him. "What would Aunt Francis think of how you treated two helpless girls? What would Elizabeth think? Come on Kato, there are other people we can to to for help, more empathetic people. I wonder if the Marchioness would care to lend us a hand with our problem." Turning my back on him I grab K's hand and walk over to the door.

Oh man, that was hard to do. I never realized I could be so cruel. Ciel has a fragile enough mind, I hope I didn't hurt him too much. It would suck if he decides to have Sebastien dispose of us.

"What was that all about? Not even two minutes ago, you were happy and fangirling, but now you seem really depressed. You should be ecstatic! We are in Kuroshitsuju!" Kato looks at me worried.

I wonder how she will deal with me telling her that we are in a fanfiction and that the author is insane. With my luck, she'll probably say that it's the best thing in the world, or worse, she'll become best friends with the crazy author. Suppressing a shudder, I mutter, "I'll tell you later hon."

"Don't worry so much sis! You haven't steered us wrong yet, well except when you are driving."

"Oh, hush! It's not my fault I have a piss poor sense of direction." Stopping as the end of the hallway, and I look both ways. Pin feathers and golly fluff, I don't know which way to go. Blushing, I give my sister a sidelong glance, "So, uh...Which way?"

She grabs my hand laughing, "When in doubt, go left."