I'm sorry. I probably will be deleting the mistaken chapter with the crossover in there, so here's the one I originally planned to post…It was human error. Please. Forgive. Me.

There hasn't been much of a timeline for this so… I decided I tweak that a bit…It's set in early 2004 to late 2004. Why? Well as an unofficial shinigami, I'd say, if one is destined to die must die, one way or the other…

The Phantomhives reached home safely. Vincent believing that he'd saved the world in some major way, Rachel awfully pissed that she'd almost seen her life pass before her eyes and the fact that her husband may have the IQ of a peanut and of course Ciel, who hadn't been any less hungrier than before.

"What's for dinner?" Ciel darted.

" Bacon. Sweet, succulent bacon." Replied Vincent, drooling slightly.

"Pshaw! Vincent, bacon isn't the answer to everything you know. And it isn't very healthy, unless you want to be over 200 pounds!" said Rachel as she placed her bag on the table near the entrance.

"Well, we'll have to see what that new butler has to offer…" Rachel sighed.

That new butler, Sebastian Michealis. An awfully familiar face. It could be him. There's one in a million chances that he'd be the same person from…

Vincent switched on the TV. It snapped off Ciel from his thoughts.

"...Thailand. Where you should be during your holidays…Come to Thailand. Enjoy beautiful oceanic sights, beautiful coastlines and what not. Thailand, the true heart of South-East Asia."

"Thailand! How does that sound to you, Vincent?!" Rachel squealed.

"Okay, how about this Monday then?"

"Stop mocking me, Vincent!"

Ciel decided that he'd had enough of his parents' shenanigans, and decided to go to where his stomach leads, the kitchen.

He opened the fridge to discover only raw ingredients like bread, olives, tomatoes and all that.

"Young master, would you like something?" said a voice. Deep and mysterious.

"Huh?" it almost startled Ciel. "Yeah, just a sandwich or something."

"Young masters appetite has become very…unique."

And there it was; now that one in a million became fifty thousand in a million. An awkward silence was created between them.

"I remember when you'd eat nothing but sweets…yet for some reason never got any cavities."

Now it's nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine on a million. Ciel decided that it was time he'd walked out of the situation.

Please forgive me. I might have to delete some of your comments. Please bear with me.