DeiDei: Hello people! It is I, your authoress! I bid you greetings from my school, as that is where we are writing this! It gives me great pleasure to introduce my great friend, JAZZY! [for more info, see my profile]

Jazzy: Helloooo. You're a big fish..

DeiDei: You know they probably don't watch Steve Williams..

Jazzy: Hint hint then.

DeiDei: Urgh. This will be fun then… Anyways, Jazzy helped me come up with this chapter, and aspects of the following chapters. This story is being continued since someone in the comments asked me to and I'm trying to learn how to write 'graphic scenes' so I'm hoping to build up to it over the chapters and... You know...

Jazzy: Can I change my font colour?

DeiDei: No..

Jazzy: Fine. Imagine my font is coloured Orange.

DeiDei: Okay then. Wanna do Warnings or Disclaimer?

Jazzy: None of them really… But I'll do warning. It makes me sound dangerous :D

DeiDei: *sighs* fine... It's nothing bad yet though...

Jazzy: Doesn't matter. WARNING! This story will later contain graphic scenes but at the moment it's pretty much nothing that bad! Also! I may convince DeiDei to add a car into this!

DeiDei: We're in Victorian times…

Jazzy: NO! I'll invent one then :D And I shall call it… the bicycle!

DeiDei: Disclaimer time.

Disclaimer: DeiDei does not own Kuroshitsuji. Neither does Jazzy, but I'm not sure he minds..

DeiDei: Please enjoy!

For the first time in many months, Ciel refused his butler's entrance to his chambers, informing the demon that he would be bathing and dressing himself this morning. As a last minute thought, he ordered him to prepare a carriage for after his tea. If one were to look into the respected Earl's en suite at this moment, you would see a young blunette boy, nearly nude, stood beside a steaming bathtub and banging his head steadily onto the wall.

"Just a dream... It was only a dream. Your imagination is playing up. It never happened and Alois was never in your room."

No matter how hard he tried, he could not doubt the facts. It was a fact that he had woken up to see his sheets in a mess around him and the curtains blowing. It was a fact that his nightshirt had been roughly torn open and several buttons had been ripped from their threads. And it was also a fact that a certain Trancy boy had snuck into his room on the night previous, leaving him with a very distinct 'problem' in the morning. The young Phantomhive had been in the bath with his thoughts for almost an hour, the heat making him drowsy as his skin slowly crinkled. A sudden knock at the door startled him, making him jump and splash water into flushed face.

"Young master, you've been quiet for a while now. Your tea has been cold for some time. Are you in need of any assistance." The butlers' voice echoed through the door. He was met with silence.

However, before he could put his hand on the handle, the door swung open and a mouthful of steam greeted him. Once it cleared, he could see his bocchan walk swiftly from the en suite, clothed in nothing but a small towel and his royal blue dressing gown. Following him over to the bed, he was about to speak before the Earl beat him to it.

"Sebastian, I've changed my mind. Help me get dressed and then we shall go to the carriage I trust you have prepared. We're paying a visit to Alois Trancy."

Jazzy: I'm sorry our conversations were so long!

DeiDei: Don't worry Jazzy, they start to get a bit shorted once you get used to the site.

Jazzy: Will people review this for me? Pwease? *makes cutesy face*

DeiDei: R&R people! You do not want to disappoint that face!