I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is my second yaoi-ish story because my friend asked me to do this and is slowly turning me into a yaoi fan girl. I am doing this out of impulse and I updating will vary from time to time. I have a Sebastian and Allen thing going on. It would make me happy to see more of this crossover pairing. This will be a slight rewrite of the Kuroshitsuji anime with Allen Walker in it. (Since I lost my manga version and my computer is mean when reading online scans)

WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations

PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian

MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel

NOTE: There will be not a slight hint of Yullen in this story. Sorry all you Yullen fan girls, I hate that pairing with a fiery passion.

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

CHAPTER 4: That Butler and Exorcist, Capricious

Fall was closing in at a leisurely; Ciel had taken the time of the cooling weather to go visit the Phantomhive town estate. Sebastian was steering the carriage up front while inside Allen was keeping Ciel company. Ciel was looking at a mysterious sealed letter while Allen was enjoying the view of London. Timcampy was lazily napping on Allen's head.

When they finally arrived at Ciel's city estate Ciel made a point of stating "There is just too many people in London."

"It's due to the social seasons, where the upper classes migrate houses from manor houses in the countryside to their townhouses in London," Sebastian informed as he opened the door for his master. Allen was surprised, there was so much things he need to learn about nobility and their habits.

"Seasons, huh?" Allen guessed.

"The carefree slackers," Ciel snorted.

"Sometimes, getting away from the mansion can be a good change of pace," Sebastian supplied. The three (plus Timcampy who flew ahead) made their way upstairs. Suddenly Allen pictured the other four servants when Sebastian smiled, "Those four aren't accompanying us, so we should be able to enjoy some peace and quiet,"

"Lord help us they don't destroy the mansion," Allen mumbled and he opened the door for Ciel. Inside was a totally messy room filled with books, blankets, food, and old documents. Inside were Madam Red, Lau, Grell, and Ran-Mau scavenging around the room.

Madam Red sighed, "Greif! Just where have they the tea in this house?"

"It's nowhere to be seen!" Lau stated calmly, his hand stuck in a pot.

"There's no way it could be in there!"

Ciel and Allen looked deadpanned as the words 'peace and quiet' ran through their heads. Sebastian kept his empty smiled on. Ciel then shouted, "Madam Red! Lau! Why are you here?"

"Yes and how did you get in here?" Allen added a bit shocked.

Madam Red turned, "My! You're early!"

Lau smirked, "Since you have come, it must mean…"

"The Queen's guard dog is on the move correct?" Madam Red finished. Ciel was emotionless at the comment he was given. A new mission had been given to Ciel.

Soon, the nobles sat down, gourmet tea and snack was served. Sebastian and Allen were standing near their master. Allen listened intently to Ciel; he knew that the boy was given heavy responsibilities, some that would decide the fate of England itself. "Yesterday, at Whitechapel, another prostitute was murdered. It wasn't you average murder; it was bizarrely vicious…No, you could actually call it 'supernatural'."

Allen bit his tongue, 'I hope it's not any remnant Akuma. Impossible, the Black Order has been charged with destroying all remnants.'

Sebastian then said, "The victim this time, a Miss Mary Nicholas, was cut down by a special kind of blade that sliced her up completely, unhindering by any resistance."

"The Scotland Yard and the newspaper reporters are calling the killer Jack the Ripper," said Ciel.

"Jack the Ripper?" Allen said tested the strange title on his tongue. In his recent letters to his friend Lavi, asking him if he heard about the recent murders; Lavi had given him reports of other woman who were murdered and even some pictures of the prostitutes. Ciel was satisfied with the information on the victims from Allen and Lavi; Allen sent Lavi a reward of Ran-Mau in a sexy pose (a gift from Lau that Allen never bothered to look at)

"The reason I hurried to London was also to confirm the situation." Ciel stated.

Lau smirked devilishly, "Do you have the guts to visit the crime scene?"

Ciel's eye narrowed, "What do you mean by that?"

"The darkness and the scent of evil that now seeps through that place," Lau rose up from his chair and pinched Ciel's cheek, "will call out those of the same breed and eat into them. If you set foot in that place, it's possible that you will be engulfed in madness. Are you prepared for that, Earl Phantomhive?"

Allen seemed a bit unnerved from Lau's lecture, Ciel then hissed darkly, "I came here to avenge her distress. Don't ask unnecessary questions."

Sebastian glowered down at the nobles, Allen stood there silently and blankly. He mused at Lavi's last sentences of his recent letter, 'Whatever this murderer is he's no Akuma. But it is still a threat to all the beautiful women everywhere. Allen, whatever you may be doing now don't forget about us. If you need help, actually tell me where you are and I can visit and help out.'

Lau, content with Ciel sharp retort laughed, "That's excellent! Those are good eyes."

"Um, young master, shall I ready the carriage?" Allen asked.

In a dank part of downtown London, a group of people surrounded a sealed off crime scene. Scotland Yard police force were blocking off all bystanders from the horrid murder. A man in a black bowler hat and brown trench coat with brunette hair was reading the recent report on the murder. This man was Officer Fred Abberline. He heard footsteps coming closer and looked up to see who it was.

He saw an Asian man and flamboyant woman in red standing on the sidelines, walking towards him was a young boy with eye patch dressed in noblemen's garments. Next to him was a tall handsome butler and to his right was a white haired teenage boy with a gruesome scar running down his left eye wearing a butler uniform as well. Abberline was surprised; this child looked no older than 12 while the teenager (which he at first mistook for an older gentleman) looked now older than 15, 16, or even 17 at the most. Who could blame him, the teen stood only 4 inches taller than the child and 6 inches shorter than the other butler.

"Is something wrong?" Abberline asked nicely to the child, "This isn't the sort of place good little boys and girls come to. Hurry along back home."

"Where's the victim's corpse?" Ciel asked suddenly.

"Corpse?" Abberline echoed shocked, "What on earth or you talking about?"

"Abberline!" A deep voice scolded. Out from the shadows on the crime scene was the Chief of the Scotland Yard, Sir Arthur Randall. He then addressed and asked Ciel, "What did you come here for, Earl Phantomhive?"

"Is he an acquaintance of yours?" Abberline asked the chief.

Ciel smirked, "I came here to clean up the mess made by dawdling hounds." He then showed his letter from the Queen, "Sir Arthur Randall."

Sir Randall clenched his teeth; he obviously had a bad history with the earl. "Now, now, Sir Randall, no need to get touchy over the past. Sure, the young master bested you in some of England's greatest cases but can't we let bygones be bygones?" Allen said trying to play peacemaker. Unfortunately this was not helping the situation.

"Hmph, as if I let an ex-member of that accursed Black Order tell me what to do. Most cases I've had in my many years of police work were caused by those monsters of yours," Randall grunted.

"Y-yes but those 'monsters' are all extinct now." Allen groaned before quickly snatching Abberline's documents from his hands and handing them to the earl.

"It looks like there are no significant leads yet." Ciel said softly looking through the documents. "Adding up to the information Allen's friend the Bookman gave me, the culprit has no particular killing pattern."

Randall took back the reports and said firmly, "Scotland Yard is taking care of this incident. Don't stick your nose in where it's not wanted.

Ciel sneered walk off, "Fine by me. Let's go Sebastian, Allen."

"Yes sir."

The Earl Phantomhive and his servants disappeared within the crowd, along with the woman and red and the Asian in tow. Abberline was still momentarily confused of the conversation earlier.

Madam Red than asked, "What are you going to do?"

"My lord, I believe asking him would be the best option," Allen offered to Ciel.

"Yes, I believe so," Ciel replied.

Lau gasped and asked radically, "Earl you can't mean…"

"It's just as you suspect."Ciel said. At last they arrived at their next destination, a building that had coffins and gravestones up front a large gaudy sign that said 'UNDERTAKER' with a carving of a skull on top on the sign.

"So where are we?" Lau asked randomly.

Madam Red obviously pissed roared, "You looked like you knew what was going on a minute ago!" Grell attempted to calm his mistress and not beat up the complicated Asian.

Sebastian then spoke up, "This is the undertaking establishment one of the young master's acquaintances."

"An undertaker?" Madam Red inquired.

The nobles entered the building, insides was a particularly gloomy gothic room. It was filled with jars, coffins, skeletons, and models of the human body systems. "Are you here Undertaker?" Ciel called out.

Suddenly the chillingly creepy giggling of a man was heard around the room. "I thought you would drop by sooner or later." A sound was hear, a ghostly pale hand with long black fingernails was opening particularly large gothic coffin. This freaked the other two nobles, Grell, and Allen out. "Welcome Earl." The same voice said the coffin halfway opening revealing creepy glowing eyes under a mess of long silver bangs. "Have you finally decided to get into your own, special casket?"

Allen shrieked a bit, he never really enjoyed visiting the Undertaker. He was a strange creepy man. He wore long black robes with sleeves that were a bit too big for him, a black top hat, and had long flowing silver hair with bangs that covered his enigmatic eyes. That creepy grin that never wore out and those long black fingernails underneath his sleeves made Allen think with this guy, everyday was Halloween.

Ciel, who was unaffected by the Undertaker's entrance scoffed, "As if anyone would come to do that. Today we're…" But he was interrupted by the Undertaker's hand on his mouth.

"You don't have to say it." The Undertaker withdrew his hand, "I understand completely. That particular guest is in an unfit state to be seen by those from the world of light. I made her all pretty, you know?"

"I want to hear more about that." Ciel said.

Lau nodded, "I see. So, being an undertaker is just your cover. How much is your information?"

The Undertaker rushed over and leaned over to Lau, "I don't have the slightest use for the Queen's legal tender." His hidden eyes went over to Ciel with an eerie Cheshire cat grin on his face. He then rushed back to Ciel and leaned over him and said, "Now, Earl, give me that. Bestow the finest laughs upon me. Then I shell tell you whatever you want!" To add emphasis he was drooling a bit.

Allen was about to face palm himself, a good laugh for murder information. If only that was that easy back in the Black Order. "The sicko," he murmured

Lau then spoke up, "Leave it to me, I was known as the Grinning New Year Tiger of Shanghai. Behold my true nature!" He then proceeded to tell his joke, "The bed fled!" His really lame joke.

Madam Red ten stepped forward, "I suppose there's no helping it. This Madam Red, known as the flower of social gathering will let you in on her top-secret gossip!" Grell fawned over her with admiration. The madam began to tell her gossip, some of it so naughty and foul we had to censor it, "So when the beep did that beep the little beep was totally beeped and they beeped and beeped and before beep…It was something like that."

Allen scratched his head, "Guess, it's my turn. Um…why did the exorcist run across the road to the saloon? TO PAY OFF HIS MASTER'S UNBELIABLY EXPENSIVE GAMBLING DEBTS!" For a moment Dark Allen made a short appearance before a white face mask with a red x on it was slapped on his face.

"Well then, the only one left is the earl! Last time, I lost, but I won't this time,' The Undertaker chuckled.

"I suppose there's no other way around it." Sebastian said getting in front of Ciel.

"Sebastian?" Both Allen and Ciel said (Allen's a bit muffled).

"Everyone, please step outside." Sebastian ordered adjusting his gloves. "Under no circumstances are you to peek inside!"

So here they five were, outside the show with anime sweat drops on their heads. It was quiet for a moment. For a moment, until a high hysterical laughter thundered from the building. So loud and manically, even the sign fell off. The door opened revealing a smiling Sebastian saying cheerfully, "Please enter. It seems he is willing to tell us what we need to know."

Inside was the Undertaker laying his head on a coffin, a dribble of drool hanging mouth. He seemed exhausted from laughing, slightly giggling. "I have seen Utopia."

"Uh, Sebastian, what did you do?" Allen asked.

So the nobles sat on caskets as benches, drinking tea from beakers. The Undertaker then said, "Recently, I've been seeing something every so often; 'customers' who have a little missing."

"A little missing?" Allen asked tilting his head.

"Ah, yes little cursed exorcist, a little missing. Like a uterus." The Undertaker smiled mischievously hugging a human body model. Everyone seemed irked at such a discovery. "It was a pretty harsh splatter, but her uterus alone was precisely cut out."

"While it may not have been a largely populated street, would it not be difficult for an amateur to perform such a precise task there in the pitch black?" Sebastian questioned.

"You're quite a sharp one Mr. Butler. I thought the exact same thing." The Undertaker wrapped his arms around Ciel traced his jugular with his long nails, "First, to cut the prey's neck, then to cut here," he used his other hand to trace over Ciel's abdomen. "And steal what's important." He playfully poked the disturbed Ciel on the cheek. "He'll definitely kill again. He's the type that won't stop until someone stops him." The Undertaker turned to Ciel who was currently locking his gaze upon him. Allen was sitting beside him, listening intently to the creepy man. "Can you stop him, Noble of Darkness, Earl Phantomhive and Prophesized Destroyer of Time, Allen Walker?"

"I swear on my family's crest, those who dirty Her Majesty's garden with be dispatched without exception, whatever it take." Ciel announced determinedly.

Soon Ciel and company left the strange undertaker in Madam Red's carriage steered by Grell. "The story narrowed it down quite a bit." Allen commented. He remembered the Undertaker grabbing at the last moment while everyone else left the building saying, "Be careful Destroyer of Time, there are many darker secrets not even an ex-servant of God wish to know about. Oh and please, work on your joke telling skills, nothing's funny about gambling debts." 'What could he mean by darker secrets?'

"Just how does that narrow it down?" Madam Red asked, "Dissections are something that any doctor-even I- can do. Summer is almost at an end, too. In one more week, when the season ends, all the nobles will return home with the personal doctors they brought with them."

"Well then," Sebastian then said, "we should just investigate until that time."

"What?" Lau asked.

"It is only natural for a butler of the Phantomhives to be able to do that."

Allen and Ciel exchanged knowing smiles, Allen then inquired happily to the black butler, "Shall we see you at the manor Sebastian?"

"Of course. I will draw up a list of suspects immediately and go through everyone on it." Sebastian smiled. Allen opened the carriage door for Sebastian; let the demon butler slip out the carriage. "Well then, if you'll excuse me." Madam Red and Lau checked outside, expecting to see Sebastian on lying on the road, but he had disappeared.

"This carriage is going at full pelt!" Madam Red shrieked incredulously.

Allen gave a kind look, "Sebastian said he'd do it. He is very thorough with his work."

"We should just take afternoon tea or something and wait," Ciel said as if nothing was wrong.

"I shall prepare that for you Lord Ciel."

When nobles and servant returned to Ciel's city estate, Allen opened the door for the aristocrats. The door opened revealing Sebastian waiting for them. He bowed and said, "Welcome back. I have been awaiting your arrival." Ciel and Allen entered as the aristocrats and Grell stared deadpanned in the doorframe. "The preparations for afternoon tea have been made."

Madam Red hissed, "You…Why are you here?"

"I finished the business I was attending to, so I retuned ahead of you."

"You already drew up the list?" Madam Red gaped.

"No. I made a list of potential suspect we were addressing earlier, then went and directly questioned them all," Sebastian pulled out three scrolls of paper. Allen turned and listened intently, wanting to here the suspects.

Madam Red snorted, "Sebastian, that a little too far-fetched for anyone to-"

Sebastian opened one of the scrolls and began reading it, "Earl Bailey's doctor, Richard Oswald, was with friends and Whitehouse pub. He has an alibi, and no sect connections. The surgeon of the Royal London Central Hospital, Madam Haywhite was talking to Boey at Steep Line, and thus has an alibi. The personal doctor of the Chambers household, William Samset, attended the Howard family party and there has an alibi." As he went through all the suspected doctors and surgeons, Ciel was smirking the whole time, Lau was listening coolly, Allen and Grell were blushing in admiration while listening intently, and Madam Red looked defeated and blank.

After Sebastian went though all three long lists, he finished, "No connections to any sects. That concludes my research. I have narrowed those who fit the conditions down to a single person."

Madam Red shook her head, "Are you really just a simple butler? You're not from Military Intelligence or something, are you?"

Sebastian smirked, "No, I am just one hell of a butler!"

Allen blushed, 'So cool,'

The next night, a horse drawn carriage pulled up to an elegant manor. The ones inside on the carriage were Sebastian, Allen, Madam Red, Lau, and Ciel. Sebastian was wearing different clothing, his hair combed in a different style also wearing glasses to disguise him. He pushed up his glasses in a scholarly fashion, "Alastair Chamber, of the Druitt Viscount family." He stated.

Allen nodded reading the letter he received from Lavi that morning about their main suspect. He was wearing a brunette wig hiding his wispy white hair, and had applied enough face makeup to hide his gruesome scar and was wearing something similar to knockoff noble clothes to disguise himself as well. "Lavi says that he received his degree in medicine at university, but has undertaken no work. He seems to have held many parties at his home. However, behind the scenes, he invites those to whom he is especially close to secret parties."

Madam Red added, 'There is a rumor going around that he is involved with black magic."

"It has been said that ritualistic events go on at those secret parties, and prostitutes are made into living sacrifices."

"Tonight is the last party of the season." Madam Red informed.

The carriage stopped, the door opened by a servant. Allen was first to walked out the carriage offering his hand to Ciel. A black gloved hand took it, revealing a pretty young girl in a frilly pink corset dress, a lacey ribbon choker, dark grayish pigtail hair extensions, and a frilly pink hat that covered her left eye. It was actually Ciel in disguise as a young noble girl, unfortunately cross-dressing against his will. "This is our only chance," He said softly.

"Ciel, you're my niece who's come up from the country. Sebastian, you are Ciel's personal tutor. Allen, you will be Ciel's childhood friend." Madam Red said telling the trio of their parts in this infiltration.

"Why am I your niece?" Ciel growled blushing at this embarrassing experience.

"I wanted a girl!' Madam Red giggled.

"That's the reason?" Ciel barked.

"Well young master, you make a cute girl," Allen said positively, Ciel glared at him and stepped on his feet with his pumps.

Madam Red leaned over to Ciel and whispered, "If you were to be discovered that you're a Phantomhive it would be bad right?" Ciel's face dropped. "Also Viscount Druitt is a real womanizer with a wide range of defenses. So this makes things easier."

"Uh, Madam, I don't think that's actually helping," Allen said looking at Ciel's repulsed expression at the thought of possibilities.

Sebastian smirked, "Did you not say yourself: "No matter what"?" Ciel leered in defeat.

The aristocrats dispersed to search for Druitt, Sebastian and Allen following Ciel dutifully. "First, we must fine the viscount." Allen said looking around.

Ciel seemed depressed, "The last thing in the world I'd want is for Elizabeth to see me like this. "

Then a familiar giggling voice was heard, "Ah! That dress is so pretty!" The trio turned looking irked at the sight of Elizabeth at the party. "There are so many people in lovely dresses! They're all so cute!"

"Young ma-mistress, please calm down." Sebastian soothed trying to calm the shaky noble. He began leading the frozen cross-dressing boy away, "While we still can, let us…"

Lizzie sighed, "That dress is so cute, too!" Her attention was at the back of Ciel's pretty dress. Ciel froze in that spot, fear and embarrassment on his face.

Allen politely shoved Ciel quickly into the crowd, "Over here, for the moment young mistress."

Lizzie looked around to where the girl her age in the pretty cute dress disappeared to. Ciel and his servants were hiding behind a table with a large cake on it. "Who would've thought Lady Lizzie was here of all places. Talk about bad karma. Right young ma-mistress?" Allen laughed nervously.

"If it was revealed that the head of a household has dress up like this…" Ciel said lowly.

"It would be an embarrassment to future generations of the Phantomhive as well, would it not?" Sebastian finished for Ciel. Ciel grasped the table cloth, blushing madly and fearfully.

"Anyway, let's move towards Madam Red and the others," Ciel suggested.

When they finally found Madam Red, she was laughing heartily surrounded by good looking men. "Oh ho ho ho, the epitome of leisure!"

"That woman is really enjoying the party, isn't she?" Allen grinned meekly.

"Ah! Over there!" Lizzie's voice cried. Ciel flinched, Sebastian grabbed Ciel's arm. "This way young Mistress," Sebastian said dragging Ciel away.

Allen jogged over to a waiter, "You, please give a lemonade to that young lady over here." The waiter nodded. He stopped Lizzie and offered her refreshment, giving a way for Ciel to get out outside.

"Why do I always have to go through these trials?" Ciel groaned.

"Maybe its karma or something. Or you're just unlucky!" Allen joked. Ciel groaned and elbowed him in the gut.

"Viscount Druitt is as refined today as always," A woman swooned, "His platinum-blonde hair is like gold."

Ciel and his servants peeked inside; a group of noblewomen were fawning a handsome young man with said blonde hair, amethyst eyes, and a dashing white suit engrossed in a conversation with a man.

"So that's Viscount Druitt," Allen commented.

"Let's go," Ciel said.

"Yes,"

Suddenly the orchestra began to play a waltz. The guests began to dance gracefully.

Ciel frowned, "Damn. We won't be able to get closer like this."

"There's no choice. We'll have to mingle into the dance and head towards the viscount." Sebastian said. He grabbed Ciel's hand and dragged him into the dace. Before Allen could realized what happened, he was all alone see Sebastian and Ciel merge into the dancing crowd. "H-hey that's no fair!"

Allen walked around searching for his master. During the dance a slightly intoxicated noblewoman dragged him onto the dance floor. Exasperated, he finally found Ciel kneeling of the floor, gasping for air. "Young mistress," Allen said.

"Where-where were you-you Al-Allen?" Ciel said hoarsely.

"Y'know around." Allen shrugged. Suddenly someone was clapping for them.

The three turned around to see Druitt applauding them. "It was a dance as cute as a robin, young lady."

The three knew, Druitt had fallen for their plan. The game was afoot. Sebastian bowed, "Young Mistress, I shall go and fetch some drinks." He gave a look to Allen.

Allen nodded, understanding the silent order, "Yes, and I need to see Madam Red about something." He bowed to the viscount, "Please take good care of my lady."

"Oh don't worry I will," Druitt smiled deviously. Allen eyes glinted a bit before following after Sebastian. Allen glanced back and Ciel who had just had his hand kissed elegantly and was wiping his hand on his dress.

"Sebastian, are you sure this is safe?" Allen inquired.

"Of course, now…" Sebastian grabbed Allen's arm and dragged him outside. "I believe I owe you a small dance from earlier, have I not?"

Allen blushed and nodded. For a moment it was just him and Sebastian. They waltz, each turn one of their eyes going to Ciel who was flirting his way around Druitt. Allen giggled to himself.

"What is so funny?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm just thinking about earlier today. Fitting Ciel in a corset and giving him lessons to be a proper 'lady'."

Sebastian chuckled before dipping Allen. Allen flushed madly, their noses were almost touching. 'Too close!' Allen stormy eyes went to Ciel who was looking in another direction. Allen's eyes widened when he saw Lizzie sprinting toward Ciel and Druitt. "Sebastian!" Allen said stopping the dance. "Lady Elizabeth."

Sebastian was on it. Before Lizzie could get to the Ciel or Druitt, Sebastian had placed a large ornate dresser that seemed to have come out of nowhere in her path. Sebastian was wearing a mask concealing his indemnity. "I would like to display a little magic to all the ladies and gentlemen here assembled. Lovely assistant?" Sebastian said. Allen came out from behind the dresser wearing a mask similar to Sebastian; he was pushing a collection on sabers and sword in a cart.

"The gentleman over there, may I request for your assistance?" Sebastian asked, his eyes going Lau.

Lau smirked innocently, "Me? That would be fine."

Druitt put an hand on his chin, "I don't recall organizing any little tricks."

'Now's the time!' Ciel thought. He then said in a high pitch voice, "Viscount, I am already bored with seeing small sleights of hand, so you know…?" 'Yuck. What's with the "you know"?'

"I understand my little robin." Druitt said gracefully. Ciel flinched and began to sweat a bit more. Druitt led Ciel inside another dark room.

"Once I have entered, please lock it up securely with the chain lovely assistant." Sebastian instructed to Allen.

"Right," Allen nodded holding up a chain with padlocks on it.

"Then, please skewer the wardrobe," Sebastian told Lau using a sword from the rack as emphasis. He entered the wardrobe, "Let this proceed splendidly." Sebastian said cheerfully, "There are no tricks or traps. Please bear witness to this rare magic." He shut the dresser door and Allen wrapped the wardrobe in chains and padlocks. He locked the final padlock with a golden key and gave Lau thumbs up.

Lau looked at the blade he was handed. "Well then, without hesitation, I shall…" Lau jumped and stabbed the wardrobe from above. This surprised many of the aristocratic guests and Allen. With much force and effort, Lau began stabbing the wardrobe in random spots deeply until he ran of swords. Everyone gasped in amazement seeing even the chains broke off.

The doors opened revealing an uninjured Sebastian. Allen felt his heart begin the beat again and he sighed with pure relief. Sebastian proudly came out and the three took a bow to their audience.

"Amazing! It's a miracle!"

"Bravo!"

Even Madam Red was amazed. "That's amazing, Sebastian!"

"Really, for a moment there, I thought I might have done you in," Lau admitted sheepishly.

"You mean you didn't know what you were doing!" Allen asked incredulously slightly applauding the black butler.

"That was somewhat smart. I did not anticipate you coming immediately from above," Sebastian praised Lau. "Had it not been me, that would have been fatal."

"Wait Sebastian, you mean it could've killed someone else!" Allen asked running after Sebastian who was walking away.

Lau sighed, "So, what kind of trick was it?"

Madam Red roared, "You don't know after you stabbed him that much?"

"I told you didn't I?" Sebastian stopped looking mysteriously charming. "There are no tricks or traps."

Ciel awoke in a cage. He remembered getting knocked out when he was entering a room that had a sickly sweet scent in it. Actually it was knock-out gas. He felt that he was missing his hat, leaving his eye unmasked. He was blindfolded and bound in rope.

He blushed, recalling Sebastian and Allen helping in put on a corset earlier during his unconsciousness. He felt like his guts were to pour out. 'A dream?'

He then heard Viscount Druitt's voice. "And now, for the much-anticipated main event of the night."

Nobles wearing masquerade masks ooh'd and ahh'd when Druitt revealing the blindfolded noble. Druitt was wearing a thin silk blindfold mask and continued, "You may appreciate, enjoy, and treasure her. That will make the ritual shine even more. It is up to the customer is we to sell her in pieces. Her eyes are the contrast of a beautiful sky and a deep forest."

'An underground auction?' Ciel guessed.

"I shall reveal them now." Druitt then said.

'So, this man sold off the organs of the prostitutes here' Ciel pondered as he heard the cage opened. He felt someone removing his blindfold quickly.

"We will start at 1000 Guinea." Druitt announced the beginning of the auction.

"2000!" A man called.

"3000!" Another exclaimed.

"3500!"

"5000!"

As the masked nobles were calling their bets, Ciel slowly opened both of his eyes. "Sebastian, I am here. Bring Allen with you as well." Ciel said looking up to the ceiling. His marked eye glowed the flames of the candles blew out by an enigmatic wind.

When the room darkened, Druitt and the other aristocrats all began to panic. Ciel's expression was blank as he heard the sound of people being beaten up. Men and women's screamed were heard et Ciel did nothing. The flame started up again, and everyone in the small hall were on the floor unconscious and beaten.

"My my. You really have no talent for anything but getting captured, do you?" Sebastian mocked dusting off his hands.

"You know Sebastian, you really didn't need to knock out all of them," Allen sighed brushing up his wig's brunette bangs. A bit of makeup had been messed up revealing a pentagram overlapping his pentacle scar. He let the bangs drop as he stepped over the bodies to get to his master with Sebastian.

Ciel scoffed, "As long as we have a contract proof, whenever I call you or Allen, no matter where either of you are, you will both find me."

Sebastian smirked, "The contract proof is a mark demons put on their prey so that they will be able to find the, wherever they are. The closer the contract is tot eh eye, the stronger the enforcement."

Allen had a sad look in his eyes as he managed to jump over a pair of bodies. His pentagram was above his eye on his forehead, so he had a bit of freedom, yet Sebastian will always know where he was. "I remember that. I also remember that in exchange…"

"it becomes impossible to escape from the demon,' Ciel finished Allen's sentence, his marked eyes glowing dimly. Allen felt the pentagram overlapping his pentacle stung, so he rubbed it soothingly. They managed to get to the stage where using his strength, Sebastian opened the iron bars with no problem.

Sebastian bowed his head kneeling to his master, "Yes. I will follow you, no matter where you go, until the end. Even if this body is destroyed, I will not leave your side." He picked up the cross-dressing boy gently like a doll. "I shall follow you into the depths of hell. I do not lie, unlike humans."

Allen also kneeled, "As will I my lord. You gave me a second chance and I am forever in your debt. I shall follow you and Sebastian till the end. I shall go into the depths of hell along with you. I shall commit any sin you command you to, to reject the God I once served. I shall stain these once holy hands in blood to serve you. " Allen ripped the ropes bounding Ciel's arms.

"That is fine. You both are never to lie to me." Ciel got up and looked at his two loyal butlers.

They both bowed and said at the same time, "Yes, my Lord."

"With this, the case of Jack the Ripper is solved, "Ciel concluded glancing at the unconscious viscount.

"Pretty anticlimactic," Allen snorted a bit.

Sebastian gave one of his empty smiles, "Scotland Yard will be arriving shortly. Let us not tarry too long." He picked Ciel and Allen in both of his arms. Allen was blushing madly. He then was bold enough to take off Sebastian's glasses. "Well then, let us go."

Carrying to two boys, Sebastian sprinted and leapt gracefully out of a window, their silhouette glistening in the moonlight. He landed elegantly on a rooftop, on his feet carrying both boys. Elizabeth who had been watching the party from the outside heard footsteps and turned around. She saw that no one was there as she rubbed her eye. "I'm sure I saw someone just now…Was it my imagination?"

And so the party and the night finally ended. But a few days later…

"Jack the Ripper strikes again," Allen read from the newspaper.

"So, it wasn't the viscount?" Madam Red said.

Ciel looked perfectly angered and flushed about this. He went through all that trouble and embarrassment for nothing. Allen glanced at his master and to Sebastian. "It seems that our guess was incorrect." He sighed. He looked out the window. "Who are you…Jack the Ripper?"

Author's Note.

I've noticed in some review asking about previous chapters and on Allen. Okay here's the deal. As you see I did include Lavi in this chapter. I don't know if I am actually going to have him come in or not. His human killing ability is something due to the contract. I am not sure is he is a Fallen One or something…so the contract with Sebastian altered Allen's innocence to be used as both an Akuma killing weapon and human killing weapon. I don't want any ifs and or buts on this. Not flames or 'constructive criticisms'. This is my second yaoi story and my first didn't have much yaoi. I can make it however I want. Plus there are worse out there then mine. If you do not like it then don't read it. I want a lot of romance; do you blame me for it? The criticisms make me uneasy in sleep and I get writer's block from it.

The OOCness from Allen is due to the year of hard work and killing. He's become colder and a bit more of a loner. I am trying here to have him fit in the story. Please be more accepting. I won't be able to write for a while, actually for the next 8 weeks or so. I'll be going away to summer camp and there's a strict no computers or laptops rule. So please bear with me.

On the lighter side I personally believe the Undertaker is Nekozawa from Ouran High School Host club's ancestor. Don't they act alike? Plus I think that Druitt is Tamaki's ancestor. Can you not see resemblance of looks and personalities? That's just my thought. I absolutely love the Undertaker, the little sicko.

Oh looky~ I found a SebastianxAllen artwork! I am so smart! www. deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=sebastian+allen#/d283rmj (just remove the space)