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 5: That Butler and Exorcist, Lonely
The flames engulfed a photo of innocent times. A smiling boy, burned away to a crisp with the rest of the family. A mansion ablaze, the history destroyed. Red and orange coloring the smoky skies.
"Ciel. After that incident, Ciel disappeared."
The carriage pulled up to the restored Phantomhive Manor. Lizzie flew out of her carriage and ran to the courtyard, where Ciel stood looking out into the forest from a balcony. "He finally returned to the mansion," She sighed and relief running to embrace to the boy. When he turned around, he wore a bandage over his left eye and emptiness in his right. His lips still and closed. "but he wasn't able to laugh anymore."
"I…love Ciel." The times old youth, where they'd play with their toys together, laughing and smiling."I love Ciel's smile." Out of all her attempts, all the parties, all the gifts, all the gatherings, she did not get her wanted result. A true smile from him. "Why is it, though, that we always seem to end up going in circles?"
How can I bring back his smile?"
A mouse scurried past her feet as Lizzie mused these things. She sat still, her skin polished, eyes dim, like a porcelain doll. Yet she still had a soul she still has consciousness. Her thoughts only on one person , "Ciel." Her head tilted, with a machine like creek.
Allen smiled at he felt his head get petted by a white gloved hand. Sebastian sat on the windowsill, speaking out to his master as his pet showed his affection to him. "You lost your mansion, your parents, and this times, will you lose Lady Elizabeth?" he asked, smirking.
"Sebastian!" Ciel and Allen exclaimed.
Ciel scowled, "That it back, Sebastian!" Allen looked up to his mater.
"What?" Sebastian asked innocently, toying with Allen's ponytail a bit, caressing his neck with his fingers, sending a chill down Allen's spine.
"Your impudence before! And stop doing that!" Sebastian smirked and pried Allen off, who somewhat pouted. So instead, Allen clanged to Sebastian's arm.
Allen smirked to his master, "Young Master, you said you had minor business to take care of, did you not?" Ciel glared at the white-haired teen. "Does that business involve indulging yourself in the serenity of despair in order to escape your pitiful past?" Allen let go of Sebastian's arm and shrugged, his playful smirked going on even more, "Did you not say at the Ice Top Market that both your body and that ring were things that had shattered once already, and now things have come to this, you have no fear of them shattering again?" Allen bent down and went to eye level with Ciel, poking his cheek playfully.
Ciel swatted the boy away, "Exactly. Stop repeating everything I say."
Sebastian just stared at his master. Suddenly the music of London Bridges, singing to making it out of iron and steel. It door was broke down, and the doll girls marched towards them.
"Grell was beaten?" Ciel said in disbelief.
Sebastian stepped in front of Allen and Ciel. "I see. So they're manipulated through rhythm? In that case…" the doll marched closer. Allen saw Sebastian do the last thing he expected from Sebastian, he sang. "Spin around from iron and steel," the dolls stopped heads bobbing as he sang. "Iron and steel, iron and steel. Spin around from iron and steel," Sebastian leapt behind a doll, "My fair lady." After that line a doll's head was snapped.
Allen looked amazed, understanding. Sebastian continued, 'Spin around from iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel." One by one Sebastian snapped neck after metal neck as the dolls were distracted. "Spin around from iron and steel," soon all the dolls were broken. "My fair lady." Sebastian bowed and took Allen's hand, kissing it like he was a lady. Allen blushed.
"Who's this lady, anyway?" Ciel asked irked and a bit unhappy.
Sebastian smirked and let go of Allen."We'll get out through here, Young Master."
"Stop," Drocell said. He had appeared behind all his broken dolls, holding his music box. "Ciel Phantomhive and Allen Walker are already the master's property."
"Property? Who do you think-" Ciel growled.
"The proof is that ring on you have on your finger, and the fact that you brought the other along with you. I can see the Shard of Hope is something the master presents to those who will become dolls. But my master has also taken an interest in Allen Walker, ordering me to turn him too into a doll."
Allen shuddered, glaring a bit, "Master?" he asked.
"Ciel Phantomhive and Allen Walker will become dolls; a pair of dolls made of gold and silver."
Sebastian grinned, then sang, "Gold and silver both get snatched, both get snatched, both get snatched," Sebastian picked up Ciel and Allen, Ciel in his arms and Allen riding on his back. Drocell raised a hand to stop them, but Sebastian dashed out of the window, gliding into the air.
Drocell watched them leap into the air, 'He snatched them." He stated. The puppet man fell to his knees. "However, I reason" his eyes darkened with madness, "that Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Allen Walker will return."
Out of the mansion, into the courtyard, Sebastian landed on a tiny bridge over a mall river. Sebastian let Ciel down while Allen got off of his back. "My, my," Sebastian murmured.
Once down, Allen's eyes widened at Ciel slapped Sebastian's cheek harshly. Sebastian's eyes were wide with surprise, his pale cheek now having a red mark on it. "What about Lizzie?" Ciel growled. "Have you still not rescued her? I ordered you to solve the kidnapping case. Saving Lizzie, who has been caught up in it, should have been the first prio-"
"Orders and my contract are matters of different standing," Sebastian shot back swiftly and coolly. "Just as you prioritize the Queen's doctrine at all times, I must prioritize your safety as well as Allen's. Allen is here to keep an extra eye on you."
Allen looked at Sebastian, thinking, 'So wait…I'm a babysitter?"
"You are our young master, whom we have protect and served so sincerely for all this time," Sebastian said softly. Allen smiled softly at his master, he'd keep on serving until the bell tolled. Sebastian's eyes glowed a red, becoming slit-like, "I would never allow someone to take neither of you after so long."
Ciel went into his coat and took out the Hope Diamond ring. He took Allen's hand and slipped it on his pinky. "This seems to be the sign of who will be attacked next." He held up his own ring hand and Allen, smirking, "Protecting us both with two of these will be back-breaking work." Allen giggled and grinned as Sebastian did.
Sebastian bowed, "Even so, I will…" The sound of the howl broke the silence of the night.
"Pluto!" Allen exclaimed, knowing that howl anywhere.
"I searched the mansion high and low, but I was unable to find Lady Elizabeth." Sebastian reported.
Allen looked up to the lone tallest tower of the estate, "All that remains then. Is that sealed tower right?"
It was a very tall tower, right in the middle of a lake. There was a concrete path to lead to the tower. One could hear the barks of Pluto as the trio of master and servants stride closer to the devil's hive.
Quite actually, it was Pluto was being held back by collar by the red Shinigami Grell. "Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you?" Grell asked annoyed.
"You two are still alive?" Ciel asked in amazement.
When Grell saw Sebastian, and blushed and fidgeted happily, letting go of the leash and squealing, "Sebas-chan!" he leapt over to glomp the butler, but met Allen's foot in his face. Then was knocked down to the floor by Pluto who latched onto Allen, licking his face. "What's with you?" Grell growled. Grell then realized something, trembling, pointing at Pluto, "Ah, wait. Is he a demon dog?"
"Now you notice?" Allen inquired in irritation.
Grell trembled and then spun, hugging himself, squealing like a little girl, "A feverish night with a beast! How immoral!" he even got himself a bit of the nosebleed.
Sebastian sighed as Allen pinched the bridge of his nose while Pluto chewed on the teen's shoulder. "You really have no standards," Allen criticized. He looked to the demon dog, "Pluto, I was waiting for you." He smiled. Sebastian then led Allen forward, dog demon still latched on.
"Doors sealed with unearthly power can only be opened by guard dog of Hell," Sebastian explained. The collar on Pluto's neck glowed ominously as they neared the door, making the dog-man let go and fall to the ground.
"His collar is shining," Ciel observed.
"So's the door," Grell added. Allen stood back a bit as the door was really shining. Pluto was struggling with the collar, as if it hurt him. Soon his body was shining as well, forcing him to change into his primal beast state. The giant dog howled. "He's so big!" Grell swooned.
The door opened as Pluto sprinted inside. Allen swore he saw a sparkle as the dog entered the tower. "Again, he's…" Ciel said as he was stopped form following by Allen.
"It's quite all right," Sebastian said calmly. "We will have him guide us through here."
The Earl made his way upstairs, the staircase seemed endless. Behind him was the exorcist butler, the demon butler, and the shinigami butler. Their destination was Lizzie's whereabouts and the highest room of the tallest tower. They finally made it to the top, a door waited for them.
Sebastian put a hand on the door's knob. He looked back to his master, who gave him a nod of approval. The door opened, showing inside was a workshop, now empty. All sorts of tools and doll making equipment, as well as armor and crossed off chalked words on the stone walls. Ciel scanned the room, and saw sitting still on the chair was a blonde girl in a pink dress and bonnet.
"Lizzie!" Ciel cried, running to his fiancée and cousin. He kneeled to eye-level with her, nearing to get a better look of her. She did not move, she did not react as he called her name. Her eyes were closed, her skin shiny like porcelain.
"It seems we're a bit late!" Grell giggled, only to be kicked in the shin by Allen.
"No…" Ciel dared not believe it. He shook the girl, calling her name over and over. Slowly, her eyes opened, they still had life in them. They still had a soul.
Lizzie looked up, "Huh?" she said softly.
"Lizzie! Thank God," Ciel sighed in relief.
"The ring?" Lizzie asked softly. Allen stepped forward and showed the ring on his pinky. Lizzie smiled, "You liked it, right Ciel? So much you gave it to Allen." Ciel gasped, that was the present she wanted to give him. The Hope Diamond ring!
"That must have been the present she had for you," Allen said looking at the ring. Grell yawned, uninterested.
"How foolish. Why, for me…?"
A thread shone, making Lizzie's hand rise. "Why, I wonder?" Drocell's voice echoed throughout the room. The threads lifted the girl into the air, like a marionette puppet. "Why is my body moving all by itself? " the butlers looked around the small room, nowhere for the puppet man to hide. "And" a giant axe hurdled into Lizzie's hands, "why is it trying to hurt the one I love?" Lizzie eyes widened in fear.
Ciel gritted his teeth, "Elizabeth!" Ciel called for her. Lizzie was raised into the air, axe raised to strike. "No!" Lizzie screamed. Sebastian dashed and grabbed Ciel out of the way, while Allen's arm changed and took the hit, deflecting the axe. Lizzie was being forced to follow and attack Ciel, who kept on being pulled out of the way and deflected by Allen. Lizzie cried to stop, yet Drocell ignored her pleas as he continued controlling her body.
"Grell!" Sebastian called to the red butler, who was cutting his nails with his scissors, "You can see it as well, right?"
"Yea, I guess," Grell said impassively. "but that blade might cut me."
Allen grabbed the axe in mid-swing; Sebastian looked to Grell asking charmingly, "Please."
"Oh, my, Sebas-chan! Are you asking me for a favor? Then, when we kiss, it will be good…With tongue!" Allen shuddered, remembering he and Sebastian were bargained.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I tie cherry stalks with my tongue," Sebastian said.
Allen and Grell both blushed. Grell launched off, steam coming out of his nose, "Oh, yes!" he squealed in delight. Grell sprinted beside Lizzie, "To have a bigger weapon than I do when you're nothing but a little girl…" Grell said, scissors in hand, he grinned, "I can't forgive that."
"Stop it, Grell!" Ciel cried. But it was too late, Grell slashed, making Lizzie hit the floor. Her emerald eyes no longer vibrant. Ciel kneeled beside her, "Elizabeth!"
Sebastian picked up something from her side, a shining piece of string. "A puppet string." Ciel glanced at him, then back to Lizzie who closed her eyes.
"Only a death-scythe edge could be this sharp," Grell said proudly. "How was it Sebas-chan, Al-chan? I'm great, aren't I? Praise me! Praise me!"
"Yes, in your own deluded world! You nearly killed her!" Allen hissed angrily.
"Ah, your anger and jealousy make you more attractive Al-chan~!"
"Amazing." Sebastian stood up, putting his hands soothingly on Allen's shoulders. "You are most skilled with a pair of scissors, aren't you?"
"Ah! It's a pleasure!"
"Don't encourage him!"
Sebastian smiled and looked up, "And the path of the thread leads to…"
Standing above was Drocell in the middle of thought, "I reasoned," he moved his hands in a fluid motion, making the puppet strings wrap themselves around the intruders. "that what I should use to make the dolls this time is…"
Allen struggled, trying to get free, he looked up and asked the puppet man, "Well, what are you made out of?"
Drocell looked a bit surprised, "Huh?" he began to ponder. "What am I made out of?"
Sebastian smirked, "Yes. From what I can see, it does not appear to be a very strong material."
"I reasoned that I was supposed to be human, however, lately, termite seems to falling out of my ears," Drocell twisted a finger in his ear, little sawdust coming out. Sebastian, seeing an opening, kicked the abandoned axe with his legs, kicking it up straight up to Drocell's direction. It hit the puppet man's chin, standing him falling back. The strings loosened, the axe slipping back into the butler's hand.
"Grell, Allen," Sebastian said.
"Ah! Finally we shall work together, united us three by our love!" Grell swooned. He charged to kiss Sebastian, "Sebas-chan~!" but his face met foot when both Sebastian and Allen used his face as a lift.
Both leapt, ready to tear the living puppet apart. "I feel no sense of duty or passion for being a butler from you," Sebastian commented. "He swung down, Drocell catching the blade easily. But he did not expect Allen, who kicked his side and slashed at him. Drocell fell on top of poor Grell with a heavy thud. Ciel held Lizzie close to him as his butlers landed. "As if I would lose to someone with no passion," Sebastian scoffed.
"Ah, that's a passionate man for you!" Grell inched closer. Allen kicked Grell away exasperated. Drocell laid there, both head and side bleeding straw.
"So, he was a doll, too." Allen said examining the man.
"Drocell Keinz," Grell informed, "His soul was seized five years ago. However, for some reason, there was a reaction to his life-force."
"A temporary soul must have been used," Sebastian guessed, "by someone." Allen looked to the black butler, confused. Were there such people out there who made temporary souls?
"Ciel," a Lizzie's small soft voice came up.
Ciel smiled softly down to her, "Elizabeth, let's go back to the mansion."
"I want to have a birthday party for you."
Ciel looked down, frowning a bit, "All right. Please celebrate for me." Lizzie smiled, closing her eyes with a small smile on her face. "Just rest and relax. Everything is-"
"It's not over yet," Sebastian interrupted abruptly.
Slowly and shakily, Drocell began to rise, "I reasoned that I must report to the master." He slowly began to walk, straw falling from his wounds.
"What's with him?" Allen asked.
"He's trying to serve his master even when he's all messed up like this?" Grell sneered.
"I understand him." Sebastian smiled, "After all, I am one hell of a butler."
Slowly the puppet butler opened the door behind, "Master…" the puppet fell to the floor once doors was opened. The four ran into to see this master. Pluto was laying in front contently, a throne-like chair with it back turned, staring out into the window.
"Pluto!"
The dog looked up, but licked the one who was sitting's black gloved hand happily. "Why is he being so friendly?" Allen wondered.
"I do apologize," the person said, "My butler was so incompetent he couldn't even offer a proper welcome."
"So, you're the culprit," Ciel stated. "Why are you turning young girls into dolls?"
The hidden man then said, "Flowers, eras, and people…Beauty is a fleeting thing. " Allen looked up to the painting of cherubs the enigmatic spoke, "Doll making is a blessed art that leaves behind the most beautiful and perfect things in this world."
"What bad taste," Grell jeered. "What's perfect about those nymphet-"
"Why were you targeting me and my butler Allen?" Ciel interrupted, making Grell a bit prissy.
Allen removed the ring, "Neither of us have any intentions of becoming one of your precious dolls." The white-haired teen threw the cursed ring to the chair.
"Please limit your insolence!" the man replied calmly.
"What?"
"My butler's head was made from straw. I cannot fathom why he wanted either of you. Ciel Phantomhive and Allen Walker, both of you have carried the fate of death since both of your births. Only by a twist led you to meet one another. Those bodies you have, are already unclean. Even one that was so closed to God has become filthy."
Ciel gasped, in fear, Allen clucked his tongue. "How do you know about that?" Ciel demanded.
"I cannot forgive the fact that things like you both exist in this world, unclean, unwanted and barren. That's why I wanted to erase you both."
"What?"
"Get rid of the unclean," the man said, the chair starting to shake. "Get rid of the unwanted and barren! Get rid of it! Get rid of it!"
"Stop that this instant!" Allen cried running to the chair. He turned to see who the one who spoke to them was, he gasped.
"Allen!" Ciel ran and saw it. It was a scarecrow dummy sitting in that chair.
"This is…" Allen murmured. Sitting on the scarecrow's lap was a little toy clown. It suddenly moved, standing on its own. He laughed creepily, its blank face going like a possessed monster. Allen stood back as the little screaming clown toy ran off quickly, jumping over Drocell and disappearing into the halls.
"Sebastian, catch it!" Ciel ordered.
"The one controlling that doll is not in the vicinity," Sebastian said. Grell and Allen were shaking in shock. Sebastian glanced around, "There are unseen strings attached all around here. They are far from pleasant." Ciel bit his lip.
Allen looked down at the ring, which laid forgotten on the carpet.
The dawn finally came at last.
"Sebas-chan!" Grell squealed, leaping high into the air, launching for the butler, "Now, give me a hot kiss!" Grell's lips met Allen's boot. "Ah…Al-chan wants a hot kiss first?" Grell groaned as he slid off.
"I think not," Allen grumbled. He looked to and smiled at the earl, "What should I do, Young Master? I'd be more than glad if you'd like me to take revenge for Madam Red right here." He cracked his knuckles readily.
Grell shrieked and got up, "Fine! I'll leave the kisses until next time!" Grell leapt, disappearing into the woods, "Bye bye kiss!"
"Stop right the-"
"Leave it Allen. It's fine." Ciel said. Allen bit his lip despondently. But that frown soon turned into a soft smile when Ciel put his hand on Lizzie's soft cheek, "I don't want Elizabeth to be bathed in any more blood."
In a dark lit room, Inspector Abberline was looking over the files of Ciel Phantomhive. "Oh, so today is his birthday." He went into another desk and saw a file on a 'Walker'. "Eh? Isn't one of Master Ciel's butlers Walker?" he read over, seeing a young brunette boy grinning with a street performer man. Another picture of two orphan brothers, known as Neah and Mana. "Ah, so Christmas Day is Mr. Walker's birthday, say's here."
"Those things would never be happy over a birthday." Abberline looked to see Sir Randall standing by the window.
"I-I'm sorry! I was searching for more information in regards to the Hope Diamond when I got sidetracked…"
"It's not a mistake to be researching them. I even made an effort of asking the greatest recorders of history for a file on the Walker boy when I recognized him to be of the Order. They are able to get information that even we, Scotland Yard, are unable to, through Walker's connections and a special agreement they made." Randall walked passed Abberline, "He waves his little tail at the Queen and marks his territory wherever he pleases; the Queen's Guard Dog."
'The Queen Guard Dog?" Abberline echoed, but Randall left the room without another room. He looked at the documents in his hand, a photo of Ciel Phantomhive, and an old photo of a young Allen Walker. "No matter who they are, could there really be children who aren't happy about their own birthday?" Abberline wondered. It had begun to snow outside again.
"Happy birthday, Ciel!" Lizzie cheered.
Ciel grunted in acknowledgment. He wore a colorful party hat as his dining room was decorated with a tree colorfully.
"Congratulations!" the servants exclaimed.
Lizzie applauded, "Congratulations, Ciel! Oh, pretty soon we'll have to throw a party of Allen." Lizzie smiled at Allen.
"Just a card would suffice," Allen smiled, blushing sheepishly.
"Congratulations, Young Master!" the servants cried. "And we will throw a party for Allen on Christmas!"
"I said I didn't want a party!" Allen repeated.
Sebastian chuckled, "Well then, I shall serve the cake." Sebastian began to cut special Christmas pudding for the occasion.
"How unnecessary," Ciel stated bluntly. "You should have just cut it up in the kitchen." He was served the pudding. Lizzie looked to him happily. Ciel sighed and took a bite of the pudding. He felt something hard in it, taking it out of his mouth was the Hope Diamond ring that had laid forgotten. "This is…"
"A little present from me," Allen winked. "Since it is almost the season, it is a Christmas pudding, right? If there is a ring in your piece, then you are guaranteed happiness."
Lizzie squealed in pure hopeful joy. She put her hand on Ciel's which held the ring, "I'm so relieved. You can be happy, Ciel!"
"That's…"
"Paula! The bells!"
"Yes, my Lady!" Paula began jingling her bells. Joyous laughter for the four servants. Giggles from beloved family, loyal butlers who'd die for him. A sparkling atmosphere in the air. Ciel had a light blush on his cheek, faking a frown, "What's with them?"
After the party, Lizzie and Paula took their carriage home. "You know," Lizzie said as she stared out the window, watching the snow lightly fall from the heavens. "I wanted Ciel to smile. I wanted him to be happy forever," she started dozing off after a long adventure, "and ever."
Paula giggled, "I understand, my Lady."
"For this ring, which I once threw away, to come back…" Ciel said as he held up the Hope Diamond ring. The one who caused such troubles.
"Whatever the reason, it is something Lady Elizabeth went out of her way to get for you," Allen said positively as he took the freshly poured tea Sebastian made Ciel. "Also, I shall protect you, Young Master." He said truthfully, handing the boy the tea.
Ciel snorted. "That aside, what about the mansion?"
"Yes." Sebastian said. "The owner, Duke Mandalay, has been in a sanitarium for quite some time now, so the mansion has been unoccupied for a long while."
"So, it's unrelated to the case this time?"
"Yes. So it would seem."
"Then, what about the crest?" Ciel asked, remembering the glowing occult mark in the floor of that mansion. He looked a bit worried, nostalgia of past encounters.
"Is something the matter?" Allen asked him.
"No. I shall retire for tonight. I'm tired." Ciel stood up.
"Yes, my Lord," the butlers said.
Out on the snowing empty street of London, a certain little clown was running over the bridge of the river Thames. "Get rid of the unclean." It cackled. "Get rid of the unwanted. Get rid of the barren." It was grabbed by a dainty gloved hand. It spouted it repetitive message to the finder.
She repeated, "Get rid of the unwanted. Get rid of the barren." She crushed the little creepy clown doll. Angela then grinned, "Get rid of the unclean." She threw the little doll into the Thames, walking off.
"Get rid of it."
And we're done with the Drocell ark! Yay! I'm on a roll! Next is the awaited Prince Soma ark with guest appearance by the one and only Lavi!
Lavi: About damn time I get some spotlight!
Allen: I can't wait to introduce my young master to my best friend!
Lavi: *hugs Allen* I missed you beansprout!"
Allen: I am not a beansprout! Besides why are you with Prince Soma and Agni?
Lavi: You see the Order is running low on money since the akuma are gone and the Bookman library needs more books…Soma offered me money to be his guide around England.
Allen: You sell out!
And that's just a preview of Allen and Lavi's reunion. This is going to be a good one.
Lavi and Soma: Don't miss it!
Sebastian: I'm one hell of a butler.
Ciel: You all are idiots…