This takes place after chapter 24 of Tabby Cat. It however, is not necessary to have read previously, as this is a focus on Lizzie, and to an extent, Ciel.

The blonde allowed tears to fall freely, as she cried for her dearly departed Aunt. She had been moved by her fiancé's actions, a moment where he had truly proven how much the woman was worth to him.

But, even now, days after the funeral, she allowed herself to ponder sadly, her thoughts headed down a dreary road.

Ciel had offered no cause of death, for their dear Aunt An. Certainly, she had been aware that her chest had been mutilated. But Ciel had refrained from answering the question she had always asked, giving rise to her suspicions.

The green eyed girl knew of her fiancé's position within the seedier parts of society. Her father wasn't part of the Underworld, no, but her mother had been aware of it. And her mother was not one to molly-coddle. She told her the stark naked truth, and didn't allow anything but.

So, she was aware she was marrying the Queen's Guard Dog. She was aware of his actions, and often times her thoughts would wander on that topic.

More often than not, a singular question arose.

How many skeletons were in his closet?

It was a question that had come up the first time she had suspected his involvement in the death of one of the Barons, nearly two years ago. A highly respected member of society was not killed without reason. It had later been announced that the Baron had a child slave-trade going, and the killer had been doing society a favor over all.

That was when she determined she needed a way to determine if Ciel, as the Queen's guard dog, had taken a part in the death of those within the obituary.

So far, it had worked rather well.

She had read the papers, last month. A man by the name of Azzurro Vanel -who she knew to have been an Aristocrat of Evil- had died, after his manor had been attacked. There had been a small mention, that there was evidence of the man dealing drugs, and was well aware of the Queen's position on that matter.

As well as the fact she could say with near certainty Ciel had been responsible for his death; for he had not answered her question.

Whenever the girl considered a recent death she had read in the paper, she would ponder casually to the boy aloud, "I wonder why they died." and if their deaths were more heinous, she substituted died for killed.

Often times, the boy responded with the answer he had learnt in the paper, or things he had gleaned about the individual overall and gave his own thoughts on the matter. And if he had no thoughts, he would usually snark a reply of "How am I supposed to know?" or "It is of no concern of mine."

No, it wasn't foolproof; by no means was her method exact. But it occurred with far more frequency than she would have liked.

He had appeared to have seen her questions as nothing more than a quirk she had, if not a rather peculiar one. That was rather the way she wanted it. Because, she had discovered over time, that she had developed a method in which she herself could glean information from.

For you see, if Ciel had a part in one's death, he would not give a reason; he would not voice his thoughts on the matter. Surely, she had determined, his thoughts were much bloodier than a casual glance at the obituary.

That was how Elizabeth -never was she Lizzie in mourning- found herself staring sadly out her window, to the church she was aware her Aunt was buried.

"Elizabeth," The younger blonde lifted her head, to acknowledge the strength woman who was her mother. "What are you doing, staring out the window like so? One would think you were pondering the meaning of life."

Slowly, she blinked, before looking out the window once more. "I am, I suppose." She could almost see the expression her mother shot her. "You see, over time, I have established a way of asking Ciel —without his notice— if a person's death was due to Underworld involvement. Specifically, his."

There was a beat of silence. "And what is this way?"

"I ponder to him why that person died." Elizabeth turned to look at her mother, who sat on the window sill next to her. "If he summarizes what he knows, he had no part. If he does not answer, I can garner he played a part in their death, if not the direct cause."

Her mother nodded, and the young woman took this as an acceptable way to determine such a thing, returning her gaze to the church. "You have not yet explained why you are staring out the window so sullenly."

There was no hesitation when the blonde answered; only an echo of pain within her voice, as if resigned to the answer she had already determined.

"I asked about Aunt An." Her voice was hollow, and she mentally made a tally mark within her mind before she continued;

"And Ciel did not answer."

Truly, Lizzie is one of my favorite characters. She's not shallow, and she's smarter than most people make her out to be. She's a sword prodigy, and wants to protect Ciel by allowing him to protect her, though will break face if it comes to that.

She's a three dimensional character whom I absolutely adore.

Anyways, no Tabby, just an insight to Lizzie's head.

No update to Tabby Cat yet, sorry. But, if anyone has any particular scene they'd like to see (not necessarily Tabby-centric), just something I might have mentioned in passing in Tabby Cat, or glassed over. I would like some feelsy, heart wrenching painful prompts tho, because those are fun. Truly. I'm a masochist.

But yeah, shoot me a prompt. It might help towards getting over my writers block.