School has been kicking my ass, you guys. Please donate your services to me and finish up all my projects? Ah, jeez. It's been two months since I've gone on to this site and ugh. Just- UGH. I was really afraid that this story would start to feel like homework and unfortunately, it has. SO I'M GIVING UP ON IT.

Just kidding ~

I'll try my best to finish it, but I'm really busy - such is the life of a student, eh? I'm also planning a trip to Europe; I'll be visiting Rome, London (hopefully to find my very own Sebastian, or maybe a Ciel? Hmm), Florence, Paris, basically I'm going to be be parading around the whole continent. . . It's very exciting, BUT I obviously need money for it, so now I have a job too! It's impossible for me to balance school, work and a social life properly, uwaah! During summer I was a complete homebody, so updates were easier, but when I have classes I'm like a little butterfly, and that is ENOUGH rambling, oh myy godd. . . I am so sorry.

(This is sort of like a one-shot, since I don't know what to do to continue the previous chapter yet. So don't be confused, because this doesn't have anything to do with what you read previously. I tried to humor you guys with this one, as an apology, hopefully it works.)

Natasha stood alone inside the manor. "Daddy!" she called, "Ciel!" She frowned, Where are they? The servants, too. I can't hear anyone.

Noticing that the only source of light was coming from the parlor, she started towards it. That's when she noticed she was wearing a beige-colored frock decorated with three plain bows on the bodice and no shoes. Her hair seemed to have been cut sloppily and only reached her chin. Natasha screeched ferociously, "Who dressed me and who in the seven hells cut my hair!"

She barged into the parlor, ready to beat anyone in her way and stopped immediately. Inside the parlor, there was a young couple posing in front of a camera for a photograph.

I don't know these people, she thought to herself, Am I in the right mansion? I'm pretty sure this is the Phantomhive manor, so who are they?

Natasha racked her brain for a few moments, trying to see if she could remember them from the demon world. She thought that maybe she in fact, was in a different mansion, but the recalled the entrance being the same.

Could that be Elizabeth and Ciel? Her heart beat faster, Is that them? But how? Just a little bit ago- Wait. Natasha continued to analyze the couple, who had yet to notice her. She examined their faces more critically and noticed small details about them. That's not right. Ciel's eyes aren't brown and he doesn't have a birth mark anywhere on his face. That woman's hair is darker than Elizabeth's sunny blonde. This woman's eyes are blue, not green.

She decided the two were already physically mature and much too old to be her boss, or her friend. Natasha's lips curved downward. "Who are you?" she finally said aloud, "You're not Ciel and neither are you Elizabeth. You're not guests. And you most certainly do not live here. So tell me, who are you?"

They turned to her slowly and smiled kindly at her. The man helped the woman rise from her chair and they slowly walked towards her, each holding out a hand. Natasha stepped back.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer," she hissed.

The woman's smiled turned sweeter and she mouthed, "Don't be so mean, Ciel. Don't you want to be good boy and stay with mommy forever?"

"C-Ciel?" Natasha held her breath for a moment and exhaled shakily, "I-I'm not Ciel. Are you his mother?"

"Of course she's your mother, son. What a silly thing to ask," the man laughed, ruffling Natasha's hair. His medium colored brown eyes were impeccably warm and made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.

She slapped his hand away, "I'm wearing a dress! Are you an idiot? I'm a girl! My name is Natasha Michaelis, not Ciel! I'm not your son! I'm not- I'm not Ciel."

Out of no where, the woman shoved a mirror in front of Natasha's face and said charmingly, "You are our son, Ciel. Isn't that right, Vincent? He's our precious boy." She caressed Natasha cheeks and kisses her forehead.

"Yes, Rachel, he is indeed our son. The proof is in the mirror. Why must you tease us, Ciel? A Phantomhive knows when to stop joking" he laughed, making Natasha feel at ease.

"That's true," she agreed, "The Phantomhive's do know their limits, at least Ciel does." She smirked, "But you see, I am not part of your family and since you are dead, there's no reason for me not to take off your head."

The woman, Rachel, stepped into the embrace of her husband and gasped, "Ciel! Stop scaring mommy with those words!"

"Oh shut up," Natasha smiled and mercilessly shoved her clawed hands into the woman's throat. Blood immediately started splashed onto the floor and suddenly, the room was on fire, but it didn't burn. With a flick of her wrists, Natasha successfully decapitated her. Within seconds, the man known as Vincent was also headless, lying down on the floor. "What's going on," she whispered to herself. Did I kill them because I was scared? But now that I think about it, maybe I was too hasty. I never get scared, so why-

"Why? Why did you kill them?!" she heard Ciel's voice shout.

Natasha spun around and gasped softly. The strange fire that began from nothing had spread. Ciel stood in the doorway, wearing a white dress-shirt and riding trousers. She looked into his angry eyes and wondered irritably, "Where's your contract mark? Why are both of your eyes blue!"

Without warning, Ciel pierced her chest with a sword.

"Ciel."

Sebastian furrowed his brow and stared at his daughter in bed. Did she just-? No. I must've imagined it. She'd never-I mean, no. She didn't call for him, did she? I don't think she's ever called for anyone in her dreams.

"Cie-l," Natasha grumbled sleepily, rolling over. "You. . Bloody prick," she leered, "I'll kill you."

Her father stood over her, confused, but feeling rather amused. I guess it's fine, as long a she doesn't profess her love for him, Sebastian stifled a laugh. As is that would ever happen. My little princess will never be interested in things like that. How cute would it be for her to like girls! That way, she'd never have to be in contact with a male body. He sighed at his wishful thinking and continued his duties into the night. I'll break any boy that tries to touch her, even if it was the young master. Contract or no contract, that's my baby.

Sebastian unconsciously imagined Ciel hugging his daughter and growled, That little bastard has a fiancee. He won't try anything. He won't try anything, he chanted.

Across the hall, Ciel woke up covered in chills. "What the hell?" he whispered to himself, rubbing his arms. I feel like I have just been spoken ill of. He shrugged and wrapped himself up in his blankets again and fought against the feeling of irritation.

In the morning, Natasha laughed at his face and asked, "What the hell is wrong with your eye?"

Ciel glared at her, while yawning, "I think there are more people who have a dislike for me than I thought. Their feelings reached me in my sleep."

Proofreading- NONE.

I'll fix this up and make it longer some other day, promise, it's just that something NEEDED to go up.