I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER/KUROSHITSUJI! IF I DID FINNY WOULD STILL HAVE HIS BIRD!

Just a note, this is before Ciel meets Alois so they don't know each other. Felice however does in fact know him...

I have made a mistake. Ignore what I said before. This is awful.

Not hours after having agreed to help Ciel with the demon massacre, I was already regretting it.

Let's get something straight, I am not a girly girl. One of the things I had to overcome when starting a business in London in this century, is people expect certain things from women that I can't give. Wearing dresses is one of them. I have never worn a dress. Shinigamis don't care what you wear as long as it is something you can work in it. So there has been no need too.

So for the better part of a year, my restaurant was a scandal. No high class member of society wanted to eat from a place where the owner was one, a woman and two, an unbecoming woman. And since no high class member came, no middle class came either. That changed around Christmas three years ago when I sold my pastries undercover at the Holiday market. When word got around that I cooked them... Let's just say they no longer cared about who made them.

Now I wished I had learned how to wear a dress, particularly a corset. Ciel(Sebastian) had traced one of the demons responsible for the murders to the Trancy manor. We had narrowed it down to either the triplets or Hannah, since Claude stays by Brat #2's side all the time. However now, we knew it to be Hannah who is behind it since the only witness, a rather burly looking demon with bad breath, said it had been one person. I still couldn't shake the feeling we were missing something though.

Unfortunately, the minute I started piecing together what was leaving me with a growing feeling of unease, was the moment Mey-Rin gave another pull of the corset strings. After that the only thought in my head was how much I wanted to kill Ciel for making me do this.

The dress itself wasn't bad. Plain, but that was to be expected for someone who was acting like a middle class man's wife. It was deep red which wasn't the best on my light skin but was perfect for my black hair. It ruffled out at the hips and setteled down to touch the floor along with the black fabric underneath.

Overall, the dress wasn't the problem, it was beautiful. It was the fact that Earl Pirate was forcing me to wear it. I was more inclined to play a guy then to play a meek little bride.

Finally when the death trap was firmly cutting off any and all passages of air to my lungs, Ciel told me the whole plan.

I wish I could say it was bad, but it was really good and I don't even think I can put this one on Sebastian's genius. No, this one was all Brat #1's idea.

The plan was to show up at the annual Trancy ball, which luckly was scheduled exactly when we needed it to be, and say Ciel was head of a new Noble family from France and he was hoping to come and meet with his fellow Nobles in this country. Sebastian was playing his Butler (obviously). But here was the fun part. Adrian was playing his tutor and I Adrian's wife.

Hypothetically it would work, however I knew differently.

"It will never work," I said after Ciel finished explaining the plan, "I know the Trancys personally and no amount of makeup and fancy dresses will change that they will recognize me on sight."

The silence following my statement was deafening, and I knew why. We were already about to leave, and I bring this up NOW! But I had a way to change that.

"How about I go alone?" I offer, "Alois would easily let me in and it would be easier still to get Hannah alone to interrogate, especially if I tell Claude why I am doing it. Heck, he will probably let me bag her up!" I kept rambling until Ciel put his hand up and sighed.

"As much as it pains me to say this, you are right you are are best bet to succeeding in this endea..." I missed the rest of his sentence because at that moment Adrian blew up.

"I am not letting her go alone! We are dealing with the killer of hundreds of demons! One lone reaper doesn't stand a chance!" The emotional hurt in his voice surprised me. When was the last time someone sounded like that about me? I knew the answer, never.

'Don't be stupid, Felice. He doesn't care about you he just cares about getting his turn with the killer,' my excuse was hallow in my head and I couldn't help but hear another little traitorous voice whisper excitement for being cared for. I thought I had drowned that voice in self pity years ago. Hmm. Guess I will have to try harder.

"...Felice's decision," Ciel finished what was probably a long speech arguing the different sides... I probably should have listens to that. Oops.

The other three people were looking at me. Obviously expecting me to make a decision but I didn't know what to say. I can see how this could be dangerous for me but at the same time my insides fluttered at the thought of going to a ball alone... With Adrian.

"Ummmmmm..." That is so lame I thought even before I finished my um. What kind of Legendary Shinigami sounds like that? Oh right, me.

"...I guess he can go with me...I mean...I can say he is a friend...It's not entirely...improbable that I would have a demon friend...Claude knows that personally," finally I got it out. Though I hope my words were more confident sounding then I felt.

In all reality I wanted to tell him no and go do it myself but I figured if things went bad, I would need the extra help, and I couldn't let my feeling interfere with the truth of that.

Almost immediately I felt I had made the right decision. Ciel gave me that approving look he gives only rarely and even though he is SO much younger than me, I still sought the beautiful child's approval. Of course, the smile that Adrian sent me had nothing to do with my sudden happiness. Nothing.

"If that is settled I will call a carriage to take you," Sebastian said. He got up and left to do as he said, leaving the remaining people in a suddenly awkward situation.

It didn't last long however, since Ciel, who apparently didn't feel like being awkward in his own house, left with a mumble of piled paperwork needing attention.

Which of course left me and Adrian alone.

Thankfully, he spoke before things got unbearable, "You ready partner?" Don't blush. Don't blush. Crap, you are blushing.

"As ready as pig is to be slaughtered," I replied with my own twist of the famous saying. Oh crap he is smiling at me, breath, just breath.

The smile he gave me did make my heart skip a beat. However I didn't get a feeling of safety or suddenly know everything was going to be alright like they say in the books. But I did know that even if I died, the moment up until that point would be bearable.

AN: There you go! I did the impossible and succeeded!... My arm hurts. And yes Felice is a girl name! Anyway, as unoriginal as this is, reviews do make me write faster and you have THE REVIEWING MASTER to thank for this chapter being out so early. I was honestly going to wait till Saturday night. So many thanks for reading and please review!