Hey everyone who waited for this! I hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry that I couldn't update it at Christmas, but still... I wrote it again now so I hope it meets your expectations and will be as popular as Midnight Prowl was [and still is :)] Anyways...

Disclaimer: DeiDei does not own Kuroshitsuji. She DOES own this plot line though, so no pinching.

Ciel Phantomhive was not one to be emotional. Nor was he one to panic. That was why word would never get out that the young Earl Phantomhive, guard dog to the Queen, was worried. Beyond worried. He was almost to the point of having an asthma attack on that very spot. Usually being such a stoic person, this made it more difficult to keep from panicking, especially considering the source of his worry was not one, but two blonde annoyances.

Since the 'event' over a month ago, he had heard nothing from his fiance, nor from her family. He had expected screaming or shouting or even cursing, Lizzie to tell her family and for them to come at him with fire and blade. But nothing, and the silence scared him more than anything else. Despite how much he seemed to avoid the young girl, he did actually care about her. Problem was, it wasn't in the way she wanted. Or rather, how she HAD wanted. He had no doubt that she wouldn't want him after finding out what a 'monster' he really was. But that wasn't what was bothering him the most.

The room was overly warm for him and every inch of skin and muscle and bone ached as he sat alone in the empty room, a closed book resting on the table and a once steaming cup of tea beside it. His face was flushed with a barely staved of fever and his chest was heaving at the effort of simply moving rooms, even though his ever faithful butler had carried him for as much as pride would allow. The claustrophobic heat cocooned him as he was consumed with thoughts of a certain eccentric irritation. His mind was filled with all thoughts around the boy, both the good and the bad. He surprised himself with the amount of good thoughts that accompanied the other Earl.

But most of his thoughts were stuck on that night almost a month ago, when he had confronted the Trancy boy and lost his temper. Something so simple had snapped him in that second and now the guilt was overwhelming. Alois would know by know. He would be both terrified and enraged at the same time. Drained and feverish, crying and screaming, and it was Ciel's fault that he would be like that. It was for that reason that he expected a visit quite soon, for as though the blonde would suffer the effects of the change worse than he, he had no problem believing the boy would be on his way over, face flushed and eyes blazing, running only on his adrenaline to keep himself from collapsing.

In that moment, Ciel decided what he would do, what he needed to do. With his mind set, he called his butler back into the room.

"Young master?"

"Sebastian, I want you to prepare several of the guest rooms. Soon after, our guests should arrive. I want you there to greet them and to fetch me as soon as they get here. Keep them at the main entrance for now."

"Yes, my lord"

Hope you like the prologue and that it will inspire you to read the next chapters! -sheepishly- when I post them, that is.

You guys know the drill. R&R if you wanna. Cannot physically force you. Yadda yadda, etc etc..

ALSO! Any Tumblr users out there! I have a servants of Phantomhive [minus Tanaka] RP blog called Mei-Finroy. Follow me if you feel like it ;D