"So, Jack the Ripper's been caught?" Lau says, reading the newspaper. There hasn't been any murders in a week, when there was two being caught weekly with Jack the Ripper around.

"I believe so," Ciel says, smirk on face, "Sebastian had it taken care of, right Sebastian?"

Sebastian smirked, "Yes, my young lord."

Truthfully, Sebastian was worried. During the ball, he didn't see Ivy until after they arrived home, when they found Ivy asleep in her bed, wearing her strange night-garments. When Sebastian asked what happened after the Viscount and her left the ballroom, she says she had to go to the bathroom, lost the Viscount, and decided to go home. Than, when Sebastian was searching the rooms, he came upon the Scotland Yard arresting around 30 limp bodies for illegal matters. The Queen's butlers, aka Double Charles, were there, too. Sebastian had automatically assumed there was more to the story than what Ivy told him...

"Well, I believe it's a job well done for us all!" I say cheerfully, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. I was watching Madame Red and Ciel play chess, and Madame Red just lost for the 46th time.

"Ooh, I'll play Ciel!" I say, sitting up from where I was, plopping over next to Ciel, as I set up the chessboard.

"You wish to play me?" He questions, and I nod. "I'll be whatever color." I say, and he shifts the board so I'm white, and he's black.

"I'll start," he says, moving his pawn forward as a sacrificial piece. I arched a brow, all he seemingly cared about was sacrificing everything. Even if his king is the last one alive, he wins...but that's not how chess works.

Well, yes, if the king is the last one alive, but chess shouldn't be like that.

I soon take out both of his knights with my pawns, but Ciel doesn't seem to care. He moved his queen forward, and I took the queen with my pawn. So far, Ciel's been able to take one of my pawns and a bishop, but that's it. I've taken almost his whole fleet of pawns, both of his knights, and now the queen.

"The game is as good as over now, Ciel, you lost your queen." I say, and he looks up at me.

"As long as the king is alive, the game is ongoing." he replies, picking up a pawn to move it, and I chuckle.

"No, once the Queen is dead, the King may as well be too. Who knows? Maybe the King really cared for his Queen, maybe they were coming up on their 20th anniversary. Maybe they were always together, and the King cannot move on," I say, and Ciel's hand stops moving the pawn for a split second, before he places it down. I take out that pawn, and I look back at Ciel.

"Sacrifices mean nothing in the end, it all boils down to who loved and who was loved, and who didn't love and who received no love." I say, as he takes out one of my pawns.

"One does not need love to live," Ciel says with a bored tone, moving a chess piece, and I nod in agreement.

"You're right, but one needs love to thrive. A flower can be created with a seed, but cannot bloom without the sun, water, and a good environment." I say, moving my Queen, and knocking over his King.

"Check mate." I say, and Ciel sits back, dissatisfied, jaw hanging open. I look at Madame Red and Lau, and they have the same expression, but Sebastian dons a smirk.

"Well, that was uneventful," I say, standing up and taking my hot chocolate. "Chess is an indicator of personality, I, for example, use myself to get what I want, and achieve that. But, you used the people around you, only focusing on your goal. The King is useless in the end, because he made himself that way by using brutality to force everyone around them to do their bidding, and is vulnerable. The Queen uses itself, and is successful, without using a brutal force. But together, they coincide in harmony."

I'm gonna go raid the kitchen after leaving...

"You are trying to make the King strong, not a single flaw or crack, but because of that, the Queen is useless. Being vulnerable is the only way to allow yourself true pleasure, true victory." I turn to the door, before looking over my shoulder, a slight smile on face.

"Well, play with me when you find yourself a Queen, or else it'll be another waste of timed." I finish, leaving everyone dumbfounded behind me.


November 29th, 1887

"A resort?" I ask, as Sebastian gives me a closed eye smile. We had been back at the countryside manor for a week now, and it was lovely seeing that Madame Red (she insisted I call her 'Auntie Red' now) was still alive. Grell had mysteriously disappeared into the night, probably because William Spears took him back to HQ.

"Yes, we're going to the site where Her Majesty wishes to build a resort." Sebastian replies, "I have already packed you bags."

The resort...does this follow the anime? Or does this follow the manga?

"Well, I have no idea where you get the chance to raid my closet, but Sebastian, good luck at the resort." I say, going in my closet, pulling out a textbook for Calculus. I've been trying to stay atop my studies, and it's always hard to do.

Sebastian raises a brow, "Why so, Ivy?"

"It's a dog town." I say bluntly, and he sweat drops.


"Holiday, holiday, we're going on holiday!" The servants cheer, and I clap along. We were riding on the servant's cart, though Ciel offered me to sit with him, he would be boring the whole time. The servants were lively though, we had played a game of cards, and I taught them an 'American' game called 'I spy.' Of course, it wasn't invented until early 20th century. Oops.

"I spy with my little eye...something purple!" Finny says, and I sweatdrop. "Is it my hair?"

"...yes."

"Oh! My turn," Mey-Rin starts, "I spy with my little eye...something brown!"

"Is it Finny's pants?" Bard asks, and Mey-Rin nods.

"This is so exciting! I can't believe it!" Finny says, and I nod in agreement, though I hated this arc. Angelina is such a bitch, pun intended.

"Spectacular! He's actually bringing us! We get to go on holiday at the Queen's own resort!" Mey-Rin responds.

"Looks like the young master can be quite generous when the spirits move him, eh?" Baldroy says, and I snort.

"He probably wouldn't want us to wreck the mansion when he left," I say, and Finny awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his head.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

"It seems we've arrived at the village, everyone." Sebastian says, and all the servants perk up excitedly.

"All right!" they cheer excitedly, looking around. Dead trees, a random skull (but where did the body go? did it just leave it's head?) metal collars hanging from trees, and an eerie wind blows.

"AHHHHHHH!" The servants shout, and I sigh.

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention something: the resort that the Queen is planning has yet to be constructed." Ciel says with a smirk, and I roll my eyes.

"And I forgot to mention that I spit in your tea this morning," I grumble, and Ciel looks at me bewildered. "You did wha-!"

"Onwards!" I say, and the horses start moving again, and Ciel just grumbles. Sebastian smirks at his young master's state of being, in all honesty, Sebastian thought Ivy was the most tolerable human in the past few years he's met. She's been brutally honest, and keeps everyone on their toes by being casual.

It's certainly refreshing.

The cart moves for a while, when an old woman covered in a cloak stands at the side of the road.

"Look, somebody actually lives here!" Finny says, hopping out of the cart.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I chime in, but Finny ignores me.

"Let me help you, Granny!" He says, picking up the whole carriage.

"No, you shouldn't do that, Finny! If you aren't careful, you might hurt the baby!" Mey-Rin cries out, and Finny whips his head around, dumb smile on face.

"What did you say?" Finny asks, before realization dons his face.

"I'm so sorry! Oh, this is awful! Is the baby okay?!" He cries out, looking at the old woman. I look in the baby carriage and shudder, there's just a dog skull in there.

"Finny! Your strength melted the baby's skin away!" I shout at him, and he shrieks a girly scream.

"It's a dog skull, damn..." Bard mutters, as Finny stops. "Oh," Finny responds, and I giggle slightly.

"There is no baby. There is no baby anymore. The child was eaten by it." the old woman croaks out, before wheeling the carriage away, singing the eerie words. "The white dog is a good dog, a good dog, good the black dog is a bad dog, a bad dog, he'll eat your flesh down to the bone, down to the bone."

"Beautiful, 420/69, would illegally download off iTunes," I mutter, looking at the servants' shocked faces.

"That's why we're here. Apparently a lot of the villagers have been violently killed or gone missing. The villager has shrunk to a third of its size in the last ten years. A part of my task is to find out why, then put an end to the problem." Ciel explains, as the servants get back in their cart.

"Ivy, come up here, and ride with me." he demands, but I stay put. "What do you say?" I ask, and he smirks.

"Sebastian." he says, and Sebastian nods. "Yes, my lord." Sebastian says, getting out of the carriage, walking towards me with smirk on face.

"Wha-?" I ask, when Sebastian takes both of his hands and plucks me off the ground like I'm weightless, as he stacks me on his s2houlder, as he walks back to Ciel's carriage. "Sebastian! Put me down please, or I swear to god I'll-"

"You'll do what, Miss Ivy?" He says with a smirk, and I groan in frustration.

"Fine, I'll put you down." He says, and I sigh in relief. "Thanks Sebas-"

Sebastian plucks me off his shoulder, setting me down in Ciel's carriage. I sweat drop, as Ciel looks smugly at me.

3-3.

"Saying 'please' wouldn't have been too hard..." I grumble, crossing my arms.

Our cart goes up the top of the hill, where we see a shimmering light blue lake that glistened in the sun.

"What a peculiar blue, it reminds me almost of Ivy's eyes," Sebastian says, and I blush slightly. "That's nice, Sebastian! Thank you!" I respond.

Ciel glared at Sebastian, but Sebastian just continues to smirk, as we ride into town, as the church bell rings.

Ding, ding, ding

"Sit. Lie down. Who's the good boy! My good boy!" A man on the side says, petting his dog affectionately. I wanted a dog, but we aren't allowed to have pets until junior year. This year, I was going to get a puppy and a kitten for my dorm, but noooo I just had to die!

"Oh my! I'd let him pet me, yes I would!" Mey-Rin gushes, thinking the man was hot. He's kinda cute, but not that cute. He's just a 5 second character, and not worth remembering. But, that's the sad part. He may be just a 5-second character to the watchers, but to him, he was a main character. He had lots of loving doggos, a family, possibly a wife and kids. Who knows? Maybe he'll never see his grandkids, maybe he'll never see the birth of his first child.

"He manipulates the creature with rewards and punishments. He commands the mutt's obedience, but the dog isn't blameless either. It fawns on its human, and welcomes the chain around its neck. I can't understand it." Sebastian states, and I shrug.

"Humans have always believed themselves to be the dominant creatures since the beginning of time since we're capable of speech." I say absent-mindedly.

Ciel just sighs, "If you're trying to get at something deeper, just say it." Ciel declares, and Sebastian looks towards Ciel.

"No, it's nothing of import, my lord. Simply that while I love cats, I'm not especially fond of dogs. To be completely frank, I hate them. But, what Miss Ivy said is certainly interesting, humans typically and truly believe they are the alpha, though they are truly not alone in this universe."

Ciel just looks at Sebastian's back, "Woof." Ciel says, and I roll my eyes. Of course, Ciel, only agitate your demon servant.

The carriage finally stops at a manor at the top of the hill, where a silver-haired servant girl greets us, donned in a purple maid's uniform. Though I hate her later in the series, I can't stop feeling bad for her, knowing she'll get whipped.

But I'm just jealous of how tall she is... I mean Mey-Rin is about my age and she's taller than me!

"I presume this is the Earl of Phantomhive?" She asks respectfully, and Sebastian nods. "Yes."

"Welcome to Barrymore Castle. My master awaits your arrival." She says with a bow, and I turn to see Finny looking at her with sparkles in his eyes, and a blush on his face.

"Hey..." Baldroy says, smirking, cigarette wedged in teeth.

"She's lovely, yes she is!" Mey-Rin says, blush on face.

Sebastian, Ciel and I exit the carriage, as Angelina leads us through the wooden halls with mounted animal heads everywhere, to an office. Oh god, this part was so freaking sad...

"This way." she says, opening the door, as Ciel, Sebastian and I walk inside.

Inside is a man who can easily be confused as a werewolf from a cheesy '50's movie. He pulls back his whip, and brings it back.

"Who the hell is this Chihuahua?!" he exclaims, as I pull out a knife. The moment his hand twitches, meaning he was going to lash the whip out at Angelina, I throw the knife where it hits the whip, severing it in half.

"Chihuahua...?" Ciel asks confused, before looking at the knife that's lodged in a wood plank. "You pug, why did you do that?!" Werewolf McWerewolf snarls, whipping his gaze over to me, and my eyebrow twitches. I'm a pug?! Well, they're adorable, but really?! Those are considered 'ugly' small dogs who have breathing problems!

AND He called me small!

"Excuse me for that, I thought I saw a centipede on the wall." I say cheerfully, and Werewolf McWerewolf looked at me with an opened jaw.

"My name is Ciel, the Earl of Phantomhive. I've come from the Queen's Emissary, and this is my...partner, Ivy Adams." Ciel says, stepping forward. I nod in greeting, but really, I'm just a 'partner?!' I'm the best person here! Also, youngest, since I have technically not been born yet...

That's an odd thought...

"Do you mean to tell me a toy poodle like you is the Queen's emissary?!" Lord Henry exclaims, throwing the whip's handle aside.

"You don't like small breeds, Lord Henry? Now, that's hardly fair." Ciel says, voice laced with sass.

Lord Henry humphs, before sitting across from Ciel, looking at the papers.

"There's nothing to discuss. Under no circumstances will I sell Barrymore Castle to anybody." He says, eyebrows twitching.

Yeah, only because he holds power over the people using fear! He feels like the top dog, and who doesn't love being on top?

"Why is that?" Ciel asks, intrigued.

"Because of the curse. This village and its dogs have existed for centuries. Anyone who interferes with us will be cursed, in a most horrible way. Even the Queen cannot lift the curse! Your mission is pointless! Anyone who acts against the wishes of the Barrymore family is destined to meet an unimaginably terrible end!" Lord Henry exclaims, slamming his hands on to the desk as he stands up.

"Well, the curse can be just a scientific mishap, but your stupid ass wouldn't know the difference between a curse or a rainstorm so fight me shithead," I mutter, and out of the corner of my eye I see Sebastian coughing into his glove.

"My, how interesting." Ciel says, smirk donning his face. Lord Henry's eyebrow twitches, "What?!"

"You've piqued my curiosity. I'd like to see this dreadful curse of yours, Lord Henry." Ciel says, hands clasping together.


I retired early, skipping dinner. I didn't want to see Lord Werewolf stroke Angela's tights perversely, I just want a good night's sleep without any of that...

"It's the great demon hound!" Angela's muffled voice says, and I mentally scream.

That bitch woke me up! I get up from bed, and trample down the stairs and outside.

"The demon hound is here!" Angela says, still wearing her maid's uniform.

"Demon hound?" Mey-Rin asks, and Angela solemnly bows her head. I look at the field, seeing dog footprints made of glow-stick guts.

"It brings great catastrophe to the village. Anyone who dares to defy my master will be punished by the demon hound. That's the law here; there is no way to stop it."

BULLSHIT.

"I'm going back to bed... stupid glow-stick guts, no puppy is scaring me tonight..." I grumble, turning from everyone and walking in the house to catch some Zzz's...


"This has gotta be the worst holiday ever." Baldroy complains glumly as he leans on top of a crate.

"The worst, yes it is." Mey-Rin agrees, as Sebastian walks up towards us. "What's the matter? You were so excited on the way here." Sebastian calls out to us, smile on face. It was somewhat fake...I could just tell...

"Yeah, well, that was before..." Baldroy complains again. "Don't look so gloomy," Sebastian continues, holding up a picnic basket and a swim suit, "We're on holiday, it's a time meant for relaxing."

"Swimming!" The servants cheer, and sparkles appear in my eyes. "Food!" I exclaim, getting weird looks. "I...skipped dinner last night, oops." I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

=AT LE LAKE=

"Yeeeaaahhh!" Baldroy shouts with joy, as Finny chases him, laughing all the while.

"Ah! I haven't been to a proper swimming hole in ages! The water is so nice and warm!" He says, as they both sink chin-deep into the lake.

"Aren't you coming in too, Mey-Rin and Ivy?" Finny calls out to the changing shack, where Mey-Rin and I were changing.

"Do I look good, Ivy?" She asks nervously, and I give her the thumbs up. "You'll look great! Trust me," I respond, and she smiles sheepishly.

"Wait, why aren't you in your swim suit yet?" She asks, and I hold up a bag. "I'm changing in a moment, now get out there!" I say, pushing her out of the changing room's flaps. The boys compliment her, and I smile.

I can finally wear the cute bathing suit I got from Victoria's Secret that I haven't worn yet!

"Come on out, Ivy!" Finny yells out, and Baldroy chuckles. "Yeah, Ivy, or else we'll have to come and get ya'!"

"One moment!" I call back, adjusting the straps.

"No, silly boys, we'll get Sebastian to go in there and get Ivy, yes we will," Mey-Rin says loudly to the boys, and my face turns red.

"No way, people!" I say, running out of the changing room.

Everyone's jaws drop as they see what I'm wearing, which isn't too bad for modern times, but what I'm wearing is considered a prostitute's prostitute's garb. I was wearing this classic looking navy blue polka dot bikini, with sweetheart neckline and the middle tied together with a bow.

Sebastian also couldn't help having his jaw drop at what Ivy was wearing, it was extremely revealing. She was wearing what appeared to be a two piece suit, which scantily covered her breasts, and showed her stomach, thighs, and waist. She was extremely fit though, but her legs, oh lord where they tan! Looking towards her midriff, Sebastian notices small scars, barely noticeable, as they are randomly scattered criss-crosses of white. On her back though, there was a large pink on though, causing Sebastian to wince. Some were also noticeable up and down her legs and arms...what in the world had she gone through before they met?! He had no idea what Ivy had been through before she met him and the master, but those scars seem painful...he wonders where she got them from. Sebastian looked at Ciel, who was staring at Ivy with his mouth wide open, eye trained on what seemed to be her... Sebastian quickly put his hand over Ciel's eye.

"Coming!" I shout out, running to the watering hole. Mey-Rin's, Baldroy's and Finny's faces turned bright red.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, and Mey-Rin averts her eyes. "I-Ivy, you are barely dressed!" She exclaims, and I look down at my suit, and laugh.

"I have more revealing bikinis, trust me. Now, I'm gonna cannon ba-" I say, as I feel two hands pick me up by the shoulder. I look to see the hands belong to Sebastian, who's wading in the water, pants rolled up to not touch the water.

"Miss Ivy, you are inappropriately dressed in front of my master, and that is unacceptable." He says, throwing me in the air, deeper into the lake.

I land with a large SPLASH! as the salty lake water rushes in my mouth. I pop my head up to the surface of the water, and spit it out. Gross... my feet can touch the sandy bottom, and I feel lake weeds tickling my feet. He also got my hair wet, it's gonna be sooooo poofy later from the humidity here!

"Sebastian, that's no way to treat a lady! You're gonna get it, alright!" I say loudly, and he turns toward me from the sand of the lake, giving me that close-eyed grin.

"My apologies, Miss Ivy, but you see, I had to do it for my young master, because I'm simply a butler to the core."

God damn it, he did his catch phrase!

I front crawl to where I can have my knees above the water, before I turn towards Mey-Rin, hair probably making me look like a drenched rat.

"Mey-Rin, do you have that plastic bucket for sand castles?" I ask, and she shakes her head. "Sorry Ivy, but Sebastian took it from me after he threw you in the lake, yes he did." she apologizes, and I look at Sebastian, who has a bright yellow bucket near his feet.

Well...I'll do the next best thing...

Breaking into a sprint that sends sand flying everywhere, Sebastian and Ciel look up at me.

"She doesn't seem to be so cheerful like how she usually is..." Ciel remarks, as he sees the poofy haired girl jump in the air.

Sebastian mentally braced himself for what would happen next, would the girl slap him? Kick him? Get angry for once and start swearing at him?

She was an inch away from his body, when Sebastian moved his hand up to block her body, but she shifted slightly and started to...hug him?

"Ha ha!" I exclaim, as I snuggle myself on to Sebastian's body. Everyone sweat drops at what they're witnessing, and Mey-Rin puts her hand over her nose, hoping that no one will see her nose bleeding.

"Miss Ivy, what on Earth are you doing?" Sebastian asks, as I pull away from his body. I grin cheekily, "I got you all wet, ya silly goose!" I say, pointing towards his suit that was wet from where I hugged him. The sweat drop sizes increase, and I look around confused. "What? Did I do something wrong?"


"Ivy, you are eating lunch with me." Ciel demands, as I start to walk over to where the servants are eating with Angela. I turn towards him, and arch a brow in confusion.

"Why so? I'd like to eat lunch with my friends and Angela," I reply, and he shakes his head.

"They are servants, and you are a lady. You are not of the same social class as they are." He replies, and I sweat drop, and turn away from Ciel, continuing to walk towards my friends. "Than, see you later alligator!" I laugh out.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get back here, Ivy!" Ciel calls out, and I sigh.

"Sorry, I ain't no lady! Let me know when you get your head out of the clouds!" I call back to him cheerfully, plopping myself down next to Angela.

"Hello everyone!" I say cheerfully, looking at the wonderful food with sparkles in my eyes.

"Hello Ivy!" Everyone responds, and I look at Angela.

"Sorry we've never really formally met, I'm Ivy Adams, but you can call me Ivy!" I say, and she smiles.

"Pleasure, I'm Angela. Thank you for yesterday," she says, bowing her head respectfully. Mey-Rin, Baldroy and Finny look at me with a confused expression.

"Oh, please, don't worry about it!" I say, holding my hands up.

"The bad dog's been caught, let's go get 'im!" Voices call out from the town, and we look up and see members of the town, running in a direction on the streets.

"Let's go," the servants say, and I sigh, throwing on a cover up, picking up a sandwich in each hand, chasing after them as I eat my food.


"What a bad dog. He deserves punishment. Get started!" Werewolf McWerewolf says, pointing to the chained up dog as other dogs rush at it, teeth bared. They bite at the dog, as the dog whimpered. I turn away, I can handle blood, gore, and the bear gutting orientations, but I absolutely hated seeing animal cruelty.

"Stop this... You can't do it... It's awful..." Finny whimpered, "Just let the poor thing go!" he suddenly shouts, all eyes turning towards him, as he rushes forward, grabbing a big, wooden stick from the ground, hitting away the dogs from the chained up one. "Stop this, nooow!" The old hag from earlier screams before fainting.

"Finny!" we all shout, rushing towards him. Footsteps come at us, and soon, we're surrounded by angry villagers.

"They interfered. They interrupted! Punish them! They must be punished like bad dogs!" The villagers shout angrily, tying us up to a wooden totem, while Ciel is chained to a wall. I could have easily resisted, but the plot line needs to continue like this...

"I know I'm a bad bitch, but please, this is a little bit too much, and a tad bit kinky too if it's 'punishment.'" I yell out, but everyone seems to ignore me. God damn it, that was such a great pun!

"Not so powerful now, are you?" Lord Henry says, smirk on his face. Angela rushes forward, tears in her eyes.

"Master, I beg you, show mercy this one time! These people don't deserve the punishment!" She cries out, but Werewolf McWerewolf doesn't spare a glance at her.

"You have a point. This little Pomeranian is the Queen's guard dog after all. If he can be made to see reason, perhaps I'll decide to let him go. Leave this village immediately, and advise Her Majesty never to send her minions near it again!" He exclaims, and the crowd cheers, and I roll my eyes, as I pull out a knife from a dress pocket, as I start cutting the rope that ties us. I would have just broken it, but that might cause chafing on the skin of everyone else.

"You're so pathetic. You rely on lowly tricks to retain your meager power. If there's a stubborn dog here, I'd say I'm looking at him." Ciel says mockingly towards Lord Henry's, whose face turns dark. I roll my eyes, reaching the final rope with my knife, hacking away at it with the blade.

"Is that your final choice? You can learn what happens to a dog that challenges me! Get him!" Lord Henry exclaims, pointing at Lord Ciel. The dogs snarl, and lunge towards Ciel, jaws open.

Suddenly, a polished, black shoe kicks the dogs in the faces, sending them flying back through the air, where they fall on to the ground. Sebastian's hair rustles in the breeze he created, tailcoat flying around him.

Badass demon, I tell ya!

Odd thought, but what would Sebastian look like with a man bun?

"You cut that close." Ciel remarks, seemingly bored. I sweat drop, was he really not startled by near-death experiences?

"It won't happen again, trust me." Sebastian says, adjusting his gloves, not a hair out of place on his head.

"You dare to interfere, dog? Well, what are you mangy mutts waiting for?! Kill both of them now!" Lord Henry declares, as the dogs start growling viciously, threats in their voices.

I just wanna see a cute pupper here...but all of these are slobbering evil doges.

"Shameful. What coarse, noisy growls they have... One of the reasons I despise these creatures." Seb-sass-tian says, eyes flashing to their demonic form. The dogs whimper in submission, laying down and bowing their heads. I'd be freaked out too if I had never seen Sebastian's freaky eyes before.

The crowd gasps, and Lord Henry starts to sweat nervously, "What the hell?! What did you do?!" The rope I was cutting falls loose, and I step away from the totem, standing beside Ciel and Sebastian, crossing my arms like a badass.

"Your pitiful farce ends here, Barrymore!" Ciel declares, before looking at the town members. "Listen, there is no demon hound! It's all a lie! There's just him, an old man obsessed with power, determined to keep it no matter what!"

"What?! What evidence do you have?" Lord Henry asks, as suspicious whispers are swirled around the crowd.

"There's this." Sebastian says, pulling out a dog's skull from the jaws of a dog. "We found it in your mansion. I took the liberty of confirming that the teeth marks on James matched the teeth in this skull. Do you see it now? The truth behind the demon hound. Its shadow is nothing but a projection." Sebastian continues, pointing towards a projector with the shadow of a dog overcasting it. "Just a transparent trick. The glowing is phosphorescent dust sprinkled on a normal dog." Sebastian finishes, holding up a vial of dust, pouring it on the ground.

"The demon dog is a fake story made up by a sad, old man who wishes to keep his power, instead of actually obtaining the members of this town's trust," I conclude, smirk on face. "The man you let rule your village. This man, Henry Barrymore, has done this upon all of you!"

"No! It's all nonsense! You can't fool them! Where's your evidence?" Lord Henry says, as the town members glare at him, shuffling forward.

"Are you kidding me, did you literally not just listen to all the evidence stated?" I ask, hands on hips. "The jig is up."

Sebastian smirks, before walking to the dead dog on the floor, that has an ugly plaid patterned cloth in his mouth.

"What fine material. I wonder why the dog was eager to hold on to it until the last moment. Interesting behavior, don't you think?" Sebastian asks, holding up the cloth.

"Wh-What the hell?!" Lord Henry asks, stumbling back.

"Yup, that's yours! A scrap of cloth from your pants, torn off by James' dog when you attacked his master. You recognize it, yes? Well, of course you do! Because you were wearing these particular pair of pants yesterday, which is the day of the attack!" I say cheerfully, and Lord Henry turns to run, but is surrounded by angry villagers.

"So you were the one who killed James?"

"Give up, Barrymore! It's all over now!" Ciel finishes, smirk on face.

"Punish James' killer! Punish James' killer!" The villagers chant, picking up Lord Henry.

"No, please, stop!" Lord Henry pleads, as they drag him away.

"My goodness, I'm glad that's over, yes I am!" Mey-Rin says, stepping out of the totem's bonds.

"You were one amazing pup. A loyal dog defending his master to the very end... You were a good boy... Such a good boy..." Finny mutters, petting the dead dog on the floor. What a shame, that was the most loyal pupper here.

"There you go. Yet another reason that I hate dogs." Sebastian mutters, and I chuckle.

"You know, Sebastian, I believe you are more similar to dogs than you realize," I say, looking at Finny petting the dog. Sebastian arches an eyebrow.

"Why so, Miss Ivy?" He asks, slightly disgusted and I turn towards him, giving him a bright smile.

"You defend those close to you!" I say brightly, and his eyes widen for a split-second, before returning to their neutral state.

"I suppose you could say that, but I feel I relate more to the felines," he says.

"Well, I'm a honey badger, because I'm the most fearless animal in the animal kingdom!" I say, puffing my chest out, before laughing. "But in reality, it's probably because I don't give a flying fu-"

"Language, Miss Ivy!" Sebastian says, hitting me on the back of my head with his glove. "Whatever..." I grumble, and Ciel smirks.

"Yet another case closed, eh? We can leave the village when the rain lets up."

"Indeed." Sebastian says, and I pump my fist in the air.

"I can go home and finally do what I've wanted to do now! Woohoo!" I cheer, and Ciel looks at me with a confused look.

"What do you want to do?" He asks, and I smirk. "I...want to..." I whisper, "read!"

Sherlock Holmes, 'A Study in Scarlet', came out in print December 1st, 1887, and I would get Ciel a copy for his birthday! And, myself one, of course.

I had forgotten that it already came out, and I'd love to read the books during the time period to get 'the feel'.

"Read? You're looking forward to that?" Ciel asks, with an almost disgusted tone.

"Ciel, reading takes you to far away lands, to be another character. It's so exciting~!" I exclaim, clapping my hands together. Sebastian simply smirks, as he watches Ciel grumble.


"Wake up Ivy, something terrible has happened, yes it is!" Mey-Rin says, shaking me awake.

"Wha- happened?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"Lord Henry has been found dead!" She exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air...

I slept through that. Oops.

"Can you take me to Ciel and Sebastian after I'm dressed, please?" I ask, looking at the sun, peeking through the curtains.

"Yes Ivy, right away!" She says, and I sit up in bed, as she pulls a dress out of my closet.

"Will this work, Ivy?" she asks, and I nod.

I quickly put on the carolina blue dress, and put my hair into the two space buns, wrapping two grey ribbons around it, finishing it off with brown combat boots underneath.

"Are those boots appropriate?" Mey-Rin asks, and I smirk.

"Yup! I can't exactly run in heels, can I?" I ask, and she sweat drops, before leading me out the door.

We walk for a bit, before she stops at a door. "I must go now, since I'm going to hunt down that demon dog, but you need to talk with my young master! Yes, goodbye!" She says, pulling out a hat from nowhere, setting it on her head, before disappearing in a cloud of dust. I just sweat drop, the servants of Ciel are quite odd, but, so am I!

I walk through the door, and see Ciel eating a croissant with tea, as Sebastian stands behind him like a shadow.

"So, Henry's been killed off?" I ask, sitting on a couch in the room.

"Yes, he's been supposedly killed by the demon dog." Ciel says, and I look at him, as he takes another bite from his croissant.

"Whatcha gonna do 'bout it? Though Henry was a piece of trash, there's still villagers here," I say, and Sebastian nods.

"I agree with Miss Ivy, there's still townspeople residing here, and with the Queen wishing to build a resort here..." Sebastian says, and Ciel sighs.

"Sebastian, I order you to take care of that dog, and put on a good show while you're at it, too." Ciel demands, and Sebastian's eyes flash with their demonic look.

"Yes, my lord." he says with a bow, and I smile. "Sebastian, do your eyes only flash to their true state when you must complete a demand?" I ask, and he looks up at me, smirk on face.

"I suppose that could be a reason, but there's many more," he says, with an 'eat my shit' close-eyed grin on his face.

"Well, I'll suppose I'll come with you, giant dogs are so fluffy! Of course, I love a giant version of anything, a giant cat, a giant burrito, definitely not a giant spider...ew. Harry Potter flashbacks of the second movie..."

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at the American's terms, but shakes it off. "You wish to come with?" He asks, and I nod, huge grin on face.

"Yup!" I exclaim, standing up. "Well, let's get going than," Sebastian says, briskly walking towards me and picking me up like a feather in a bridal position, before walking over to Ciel, who is put on him piggy-back style.

"Wha-? I can walk myself!" I say, and he smirks. "It'll only slow me down, now, I recommend you close your eyes." He says, and I tightly clench my eyes close.

I've seen this shit in Twilight, and I don't wanna barf today!

A rush of air surrounds me, before it stops. "We're here," Sebastian announces, and I open my eyes to see the servants and a giant, white dog with bright red eyes.

"Clifford!" I exclaim, jumping out of Sebastian's arms. Wait...

Clifford is a red dog!

The dog growls, and I put my hands on my hips. "Why, aren't you a sassy little puppy?" I ask, patting my knees. "Yes you are, yes you are!" The dog raises it's paw to hit me, and I smile. What a cutie!

"Huh?" everyone asks, and Sebastian steps forward, taking advantage of the dog's confused-ness, and grabs it's paw.

"My, what fine paws you have, but they don't compare to a feline's. I'm afraid you must go!" Sebastian says, flipping the dog up into the air like an Italian chef would with dough.

"Come, this is no time to be playing with a puppy." Ciel says, almost bored, before grabbing my hand and pulling me back. "And, you, Ivy, stay back here with me."

"But why...?" I whine, looking at Ciel who sweat drops. "Because I said so!" He demands, and Sebastian looks over his shoulder at his young br-master, with his eyes flashing pink for a moment, but no one notices. Sebastian had taken a liking to Ivy, and didn't necessarily like Ciel treating her this way.

"Certainly. I shall finish it off at once." Sebastian says, before pulling out a box of dog treats. "It smells irresistible, doesn't it, dog? This is what you want, right? Inukko, the treat no dog can refuse."

Damn Sebastian, this was like a bad Instagram promo!

"Dog treats?" The servants ask in confusion, as the dog howls in happiness, drool hanging out of the corners of his mouth, as he launches himself at Sebastian.

"Look out, Sebastian!" Mey-Rin calls.

"There is only one way to properly train a bad dog. You must teach the creature to obey your every command. Using rewards and punishments! Firstly, reward!" Sebastian states, flipping up into the air, landing on the dog's snout and biting the edges of its nose. The dog moans in pleasure, which is kind of gross, as it lands on the ground.

"Okay, what's he doing now?" Finny asks confused, and I smirk.

"Bestiality at it's finest." I reply, and the servants eyes all widen in shock. Mey-Rin has to pull out a hanky to cover her bleeding nose.

"And now... punish!"Sebastian says, leaping into the air and kicking the dog in the snout. Gooooooaaaaaalllllll!
"Reward." Dog treats!
"Punish!" Uppercut!
"Reward."Belly Rubs!

"Punish! Puuuunish!" Jumping down on the dog's chest repeatedly, before whipping him around in the air and throwing him up, catching him, finally plummeting into the Earth and creating a crater!

"Well, I suppose I did ask him to put on a good show." Ciel grumbles, and I chuckle.

"Sebastian!" Mey-Rin calls, as the servants rush towards the crater, which starts to spurt hot water out.

"Quit dawdling, get back down here." Ciel says snappily, as Sebastian flopped back down to Earth from the water's spurt.

"This village is intended to be a resort for the Queen. It needs a central attraction. A luxury, a way for visitors to relax and forget their cares. That's what we have here: a natural hot spring." Sebastian explains, "And now, we can leave. I have everyone's bags packed in the carriage, and I wish for us to leave before any more...problems, are to happen."

I quirked an eyebrow, this wasn't supposed to happen in the anime...is this world a mix?

"Don't have to tell me twice," I say, and the servants nod in agreement, as we quickly walked back to the mansion, collect our stuff, than we head into the carriages, then we were on a pathway home as night falls. The servants are curled up in their carriage, and Ciel is resting his head against the seat, fast asleep, while Sebastian and I on the coachman's seat. We ride in a comfortable silence, and I look up at the stars above us, awed by their beauty.

Sebastian looks over at Ivy, who's looking up at the stars with wide, beautiful eyes, mouth slightly. He smiles, more like the corner of his lip rising slightly, at the sight of Ivy. "The stars are beautiful, aren't they?" He asks, drawing Ivy from her state, as she looks up at him with a loose smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Yeah, they are." I reply lightly, smiling at Sebastian. "I always loved stargazing as a kid..." I say, looking back up at the stars, as Sebastian follows my gaze.

"Over there is Eridanus," I say, pointing at a cluster of stars. "And there's Taurus, and..."

As Ivy continued to point out constellations, Sebastian just nodded at her. Sebastian thought to himself how he can learn to love things, just by watching her love them. With the way her way with words influence and move him, and how he finds that interesting. Wait...learn to love? Love...love is an emotion unfelt by demons. It was simply the pull of her actions...

"You wanna know something amazing?" I ask, resting my head on Sebastian's shoulder. He stiffens slightly at the close touch, but relaxes slightly. "Why not." He replies, and I smile lightly, looking back up at the stars. "Even when we aren't physically together like we are now, I can still look up, like we are now, and know that I'm looking at the same stars as you and there's just something beautiful about that. This goes for anywhere and anyone, we all look up at the same sky each night." I say, and he sighs, a small smile twitching his lips upward. "I suppose that is correct, but why do you say this?"

"You'll know one day, you'll know." I respond lazily, still looking up at the stars from Sebastian's shoulder. "You'll know once you fall in love."

"Love?" He chuckles, "I don't believe I can fall in love, it is a petty human emotion."

"You say that, yet you haven't seen the beauty in it. You'll know what love is when you find the beauty in everything. I believe the stars are beautiful, and that's because I know what love is," I whisper softly, looking at the stars again. "If you find one thing that is beautiful, you'll know what love is."

He's silent for a moment, "I guess I find you beautiful too, like how you speak of the stars, Ivy." He responds, his voice slightly husky, and I laugh slightly. "Stars are big exploding balls of gas, mostly hydrogen and helium. So, I guess you're saying I'm hot, which is beautiful to you. So, thanks." I say with a laugh, and he looks confused at what I said.

But, she was beautiful. Not beautiful like the perfect woman, poised to be a perfect woman, but she was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in that eye when she talked of things she loved, or her ability to make sad people happy. No, she was beautiful not as her looks, as they are only temporary. What was beautiful was her personality, which radiated like her soul.

"Nevermind..." I say with a yawn, before closing my eyes. "Good night Seb."

"Good night...Ivy."


December 14th, 1887

"Miss Ivy, would you mind assisting me this morning?" Sebastian asks, and I arch an eyebrow at him.

"Sebastian, this is unlike you to ask for help. I will help, but may you explain the cause?" I ask, plopping my bookmark in the book I was reading, and he gives me the closed-eye-'eat-my-shit' grin.

"I wish for you to put on a corset."

"Whaaaaaa?" I ask, turning towards Sebastian. "How would that be helping you?"

"Well, you see, Ciel's Aunt Francis is visiting, and she is...what one might say, a stickler. She has a certain eye that can notice anything wrong with a woman, or a man." Sebastian explains, and I smile.

"Well, one's ideals may be perfect to themselves, but not to others! I'm sorry Sebastian, but I'll have to refuse. Good luck with Ciel!" I say cheerfully, looking at the food trolley. "By the way, she'll be here within two hours."

"Really, now, Miss Ivy?" He asks, and I nod, when he smirks. "I highly doubt she'd be here within two hours, so let us bet upon this." My jaw drops, since when has Sebastian done anything in his own interest outside a request made by Ciel?!

"Sure, why not. What are we betting?" I ask, turning around to look at Sebastian.

"The loser will have to wear an outfit of the winner's choice when they say so," Sebastian says, and I groan. This is just a way to put my in a corset!

"No way, Sebastian, that's just a cheap trick to get me into a corset. You'll have to try harder than that," I say with a smirk, jumping up from the chair I was lounging on in my room, setting the book down on my couch. Sebastian looks at the cover, a perplexed look on his face.

"Mein Kampf?" He asks, and I feel my eyes widen. Oh shit, Hitler wasn't even born yet!

"It's a horrendous book, I'm reading it to see if I can enter the mind of this horrible man who wrote the book. To see why he did the things he did..." I explain, and Sebastian nods.

"Who is this man?" He asks...

Shit.

"Um, he's a very...funny looking man." I say hastily, before I put both of my hands out in front of me.

"Hike!" I shout in a gruff voice, running towards Sebastian quickly, trying to push him out of my room.

Doesn't work...strong ass demon-man!

"If you wish for me to leave, you can always ask." Sebastian says, and I sweat drop. Oh yeah...

"Can you leave so I can get dressed?" I ask, and he smirks.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asks, before turning and leaving, shutting the door behind him.

I quickly take my book, throwing it in my panty drawer in my dresser. No way Sebastian would touch my 'prostitute-like undergarments.'

I quickly get dressed in a plain grey dress, putting my hair into a strict bun, putting on a black ribbon around my bun.

Wait...Aunt Francis...Ciel...

Ciel's birthday! That little bugger is 15! He's going to suddenly spurt up in height!

I rushed to my closet, pulling out the wrapped gift I had gotten him, setting it on my dresser, before I rush out of the room, seeing Sebastian there.

"Woah! Sebastian, were you there the whole time?" I ask, and he smirks.

"Certainly, Ivy, what kind of butler would I be if I didn't escort you to meet Ciel's Aunt Francis?" He asks, and I groan.

Sebastian leads me to the door, where I see a shabby-looking Ciel standing there, talking to a tall, stiff blonde woman, who is closely followed by Lizzy.

The badass in person, Francis Middleford.

"It has been quite a while, welcome, Marchioness and Lazy Elizabeth." Sebastian says, stepping forward as he puts a hand over his heart. "Thank you for taking the trouble to travel all the way here..." Sebastian looks up at the Marchioness, who has a deathly look on her face.

"That face of yours! What indecent looks you possess!" She states, and Ciel sweat drops.

"I was born looking this way, I'm afraid," Sebastian says sweating, as the Marchioness suddenly grabs his long fringe.

"Both the Master and his butler are alike, the two of you are obviously men, yet you both keep your fringes long! Seeing it irks me! Learn from Tanaka!" Marchioness says, as Tanaka pops out of the corner. "Ho, ho, ho!" Sebastian's eyebrow twitches, as he looks shocked.

"Aunt, Aunt? Please wait...WAIT A MINUTE!" Ciel says, as the Marchioness attacks them with a flurry of comb strokes, slicking their hairs back. I hold back a laugh, making a weird sound in my throat, as the Marchioness turns towards me. I straighten my back, as she examines me thoroughly, before clucking her tongue.

"Miss, where is your corset? How improper, if you are not wearing a corset in front of men, you look at a marriageable age, you need to find yourself a husband before you're an old woman with no heirs!" She scolds, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"I apologize, Marchioness Middleford, but a corset is useless, it will only restrict breathing. What happens if a man takes my breath away?" I say with a serious tone of voice, and her back relaxes, before she looks at my hair, and it stiffens again.

"WHAT IS WITH YOUR HAI-" She exclaims, and I reach my hand back instinctively, squeezing my hair bun.

Oh yeah, it's purple.

"It's dyed, because I thought it'd look good on me, Marchioness Middleford." I say, and her eyebrow twitches.

"Women should not dye their hairs bright, vibrant colors!"

God, she sounded worst than a Catholic School principal.

"Than I am not a woman. I'd rather stay true to myself and my principles, if ridiculous rules of society attempt to conform me. Society deems women as lesser beings, who have to wear this and that, do this and that, but to that I say..." I put my hand to the side of my dress. "Bogey!"

I grab the skirt of my dress, ripping it away to reveal shorts underneath. Ciel face palms, as Sebastian smirks. The Marchioness looks shocked at first, before a faint smile replaces it.

"Wonderful, you remind me of a younger version of me." She says, before turning to the two boys. Wait, was I just complimented by the Marchioness herself?! Sweet!

Wait, what?! She said I acted like her? She's so bad-ass and cool, so that means I'm gonna be bad-ass and cool when I'm older too!

I zone out, as Sebastian leads the Marchioness around the house, before taking her to the stables.

"What do you think of this, Marchioness? I have specifically bought this blue-black coat horse for the young master. It has always been my wish to show to the Marchioness." Sebastian says, gesturing to a large, blue-black horse, and I restrain a squeal. The horse is just so blue, like a large, cute blueberry!

"It is indeed a wonderful horse, it has a wonderful build and possesses a nice build," The Marchioness critiques, before looking at Ciel.

"Ciel, do you want to go hunting with me right now?" She asks, and Ciel's visible eye widens.

"Really?" Ciel asks, and she nods.

"Oh, can I go, too?" I ask, and Ciel glares at me with one eye. "You'd only slow us down." he complains, and my jaw drops, before it snaps back up.

"You may come with us, Miss...?" The Marchioness asks, and I smile towards her.

"Thank you, and it's Ivy, Ivy Adams." I say, and she nods.

"This is a good opportunity for me to observe what sort of man my daughter is going to marry, or perhaps..."

"...what type of woman my son might marry!"

"What?" I ask, and the Marchioness looks at me. "Yes, I have considered you for my son's hand the moment I met you, you would be a good house-wife."

House-wife?!

Hell nah!

"Alright, Sebastian, make preparations!" Ciel demands, as Sebastian bows, before setting us up.

Ciel goes on his blue horse with Lizzy, as the Marchioness takes a white horse, while I take a shiny, almost all black horse, with a strip of white across its eyes, looking like a mask.

"Oh, you're a good horsey, yes you are!" I say, rubbing it's nose. It nuzzles my hand, and I giggle.

"Oh, you're good, such a good horse, why don't we go win this competition? Okay?" I say, rubbing the horse's neck, as it knickers in delight. I smile, as I walk to the side of the horse.

"Miss Ivy, aren't you going to put a saddle on the horse? That's our wildest horse here." Sebastian says, and I look at him.

"Oh, little ol' Zorro here won't do a thing!" I say, jumping up on the back of the horse, swinging my leg over the horse.

"Oh, such a good horsey! Yes, yes!" I say, rubbing its neck.

"That horse isn't very well tamed, are you sure you don't want another?" Sebastian asks, passing me my gun,

"Zorro is probably more tamed than you are," I say, as Zorro snorts, and a smile pops up on my face. "See? Zorro agrees! Let's go, Zo-Zo!" I say, rubbing the back of the horse, as it breaks into a calm walk, beside Ciel, Lizzy, and the Marchioness.

The Marchioness arches a brow, "Ivy, are you sure you're not going to go side-saddle?" She asks, and I smirk.

"Nope!" I say, and Sebastian walks up, smirk on face.

"The game commences now, we shall end in-"

I pull my gun out, whipping it to my left side without looking, and pull the trigger.

"-3 hours." Sebastian finishes, before head whipping to where I shot my gun.

"3-0-0, let the games commence," I say, rubbing the back of the horse, as it gallops off. This would be easy as pie, I took an AP survival/hunting course in 7th grade, with the final being my class being stuck in the woods for 3 weeks with no supplies, as we survived off of natural instincts.

Also, 4-2 for shock factor on Sebastian and Ciel.

Sebastian calmly walks over to where Ivy shot her gun at, and picks up 3 fat rabbits, all having a singular bullet go through their head. Ivy was certainly different... maybe Sebastian should, before she slips from his grip. After all, a rare girl like this didn't come around much, and she's certainly captivated his attention, she'd be fun to have while in this form.

"Wh-wh-? How?" Ciel asks, eye widening in confusion. How can such an innocent-appearing girl be able to do that, heck, even Mey-Rin couldn't do that without glasses!

I was riding through the woods, searching for animals that weren't babies, or had their own young. I shot 9 geese, 4 foxes, and I had 2 hours left! Should I just relax, now? I already tied with the Marchioness after she shot the bear...

The left side of my neck tingled at a 7 o' clock angle, and I put my gun over my shoulder and shot without turning back. Turning around, I see Sebastian, holding the bullet right above his forehead, and I smile sheepishly.

"Oopsies, sorry!" I say, and he smiles. "Do not worry, Ivy. How many have you shot so far? 3? 4?" He says mockingly, and I smirk.

"16. I'm only going for the older ones that don't have babies or are babies, though." I say, and Sebastian arches a brow.

"You're considering the young?" He asks, and I look up at the sky, with the trees towering over us.

"Well, yeah. No one should be taken away intentionally from their young, it's just non-humane, or, well," I say, looking back at him, "non-good."

"Well, I am certainly glad I wasn't your 17th hit," he says with a chuckle, and I roll my eyes. "Like an ordinary bullet would kill you. Say, what would? A grim's scythe? An onion? A demon sword?"

His eyes flash red, "2 of those 3, but, as I am one hell of a butler, I am not easily killed."

"Chill out, I'm not making plans to kill you anytime soon or in the future," I say, holding my hands up defensively. "I just want to know more about you, since, y'know," I say, winking at him. He looks confused, "What should I know?"

"Well, since we're friends, ya big dum dum! Duck!" I say, and he looks confused, before he gets what I'm implying, and ducks. I shoot at the snake behind him, blowing a crater into it's head.

"That would have been a bad day for Zorro, here, and you too. I don't know much about demons, but I don't expect being bitten by a snake is very fun." I say, stroking Zorro's head.

"Well, thank you for being considerate. It's now 17-4-4." Sebastian announces, and I roll my shoulders, hearing a satisfying crack.

"So, tell me, Ivy, since you don't know much about me, and vice versa, where did you get those shooting skills from?" Sebastian asks, and I smile.

"Woods taught me," I say, thinking back to Mrs. Woods. She was the boss.

"Hopefully you do not lie. There's something I should tell you about demons, you can find us to be very, very, persuasive, at times, and I can make you tell the truth." Sebastian says, voice dropping down a notch to a husky tone, eyes turning pink.

"Persuasive my ass, besides, I wasn't lying. Mrs. Woods taught me survival skills," I say, looking at his lower face, making sure I avoided looking at his eyes. I don't think it was from Black Butler, but it was a saying to never look in a demon's true eyes, or else you'll fall into their tricks.

I blink, and the next thing I knew Sebastian was cradling me in his arms, princess-bride style.

"Let us confess our sins to each other, rely on each other, hold each other, and repeat the process, over and over, wouldn't that sound nice?" Sebastian asks, clasping my right hand unto his, soft words trickling into my ear.

Sebastian...

is so dumb.

"Sebastian, let go of me, please." I say with a bored tone, and his eyes widen, snapping out of their demonic look.

No one, and he really means no one, has been able to resist his manipulation before. Maybe he had to just warm up a bit...

"Are you sure you wish that, Ivy..." he says huskily, leaning forward to my ear, hot breath tickling it.

"Yeah, I really wish for you to put me down." I say, taking my left hand, pushing his head away from me. He stiffens."Yes, Ivy," he replies, setting me down, as my feet touche the ground, and I make my way back to Zorro, hopping back on.

5-2 bitches!

"Zorro doesn't have time for this shit, and neither do I. Try again when you don't have questions burning in your head!" I call out cheerfully, as my horse gallops away. As I galloped through the woods on Zorro, I think of how Sebastian was trying to question me, and I roll my eyes. Sebastian is a demon, and serves his master. The way his master would be satisfied is by receiving black-mail information, which I really don't need in my life.

Sebastian, meanwhile, smirks at Ivy's actions. Demon's whisper, no human has been able to skillfully avoid the temptations of a demon's whisper. No one's been able to escape from the deceiving, sweet words that drag one into darkness, as the prey breathe a sweet poison into their lungs, as the demon quietly feasts upon what their target provides. One day, she'll fall victim to it. And that was a promise.


"The Marchioness has hunted a total of 15 animals, with 10 pheasants, 2 foxes and 3 rabbits. Young Master has hunted 11 pheasants, 3 foxes, and 1 rabbit, making it a total of 15 animals as well." Sebastian says, as the Marchioness sits at the head of the table, with me in the middle next to the Marchioness, and Ciel at the other end with Lizzy beside him. Madame Red, Lau and Ran-Mao had shown up too, and Madame Red sat next to me, with Ran-Mao and Lau across from us.

"So, Ivy only shot three things?" Ciel asks with a smirk, and the Marchioness looks at me with a raised brow.

"Oh, I never knew Ivy could shoot, I'm surprised she could shoot three in the first place," Lau says, a smirk-grin on face.

"Actually, Ivy shot 19. 9 geese, 4 foxes, 3 rabbits, 2 squirrels, 1 snake, 1 stag, and almost 1 Phantomhive butler." Sebastian says, and everyone looks at me, shock etched on their faces.

"He...he..." I say, scratching the back of my neck. "Sorry 'bout that Sebastian."

"I cannot believe a woman younger than me has shot more animals than me! Tell me, Ivy, where have you acquired these skills?" The Marchioness asks, looking at me. Everyone leans forward in anticipation to see what Ivy's answer is.

"Oh, I thought everyone knew how to shoot a gun." I say, picking up a steak knife to cut my meat. Everyone's jaw drops, with their eyebrows twitching in annoyance, save for Lizzy. She was ready to eat her food, speaking of food, where is that bear?!

"This food smells simply devi-Ivy, watch out!" Lizzy says, cheerful voice changing from one of cheerfulness to shock and horror. I turn around, and see the giant black bear.

"Oh, it's just Yogi." I say calmly, taking my knife, throwing it at the bear, as it landed straight in the middle of its forehead, hilt-deep. It stood still for a moment, before falling back. I should have figured the bear might have attacked someone else other than Lizzy, since my presence has already affected the story line. I turn towards everyone, and they all look at me in shock. Ciel's and Sebastian's shocked expressions soon turn into smirks, followed by Lau's grin.

"Wh-what the..." Marchioness starts, looking from me to the dead bear. "Oh, I apologize is the dead bear is a gruesome sight! I know some people can get queasy at the sight of blood..." I say, hoping Lizzy isn't disgusted. I pick up my napkin, and turn around to face the bear, as I walk around its large body, putting the napkin over the growing red stain from the knife in its forehead. I turn to face everyone, smile coming on my face. "There! I hope this will work for now." I say cheerfully.

"20-15-15, you are worthy of any man in marriage..." the Marchioness states, looking at me, lines under eyes seeming to be more prominent suddenly. "You are a strange woman full of courage, bravery, intelligence, and quick-thinking in times of need, with a personality to match. You have my respect, Ivy Adams."

My face tinges red, The Marchioness of Perfectness just complimented me. "Thank you, Marchioness Middleford!" I state, giving a short bow, as she just laughs, waving it off.


We rode back to the mansion, and Sebastian opened the door, to reveal a messily-decorated mansion with 3 dirty, smiling servants standing in there, with roses strewn everywhere. The servants had cuts and bruises all over them...what?! And Bard had a splint?

"Welcome back!" Finny shouts out, smiling cheerfully, before holding up what appeared to be a melting cake with sparklers in there. Looks like the sludge we were fed last year when the chef was at the White House and the substitute chef was the science teacher. "This was made by all of us!"

Ciel's eyebrow started twitching, and I had to gulp down a laugh, at least they tried. "We used roses for decorations!" Finny says, as Bard holds up a bowl of weird looking meat and...goo? "I made a donburi filled with the Young Master's favorite food!" He says, looking proud of himself. I'll have to teach him how to make basic food...would cereal be a good place to start?

"The table setting was done by me...I followed Sebastian's style..." she murmurs, adjusting her cracked glasses.

"Why, it looks absolutely lovely! I can tell how Finny put effort into plucking the roses for decoration, how Bard remembered Ciel's favorite food, and how Mey-Rin decorated the table. Don't you boys agree?" I say cheerfully, as I watch the servants give beaming smiles at my compliment. I look towards Sebastian and Ciel.

"..."

I turn towards the Marchioness, and she has a scary look on her face. Oh shit...

"Well, your servants are one step quicker than me, but I came here specifically to say this..." The Marchioness says with a sigh, placing her hand on Ciel's head affectionately, rubbing it slightly. "Happy 15th birthday!"

"I came to see my darling nephew, like I usually do, but today especially for the same reasons as Francis!" Madame Red says cheerfully, and Lau gives the thumbs up. "Yup, Ciel, today's your birthday, so Happy Birthday!" When I was 15, I was entered in the drawing for the annual wolf fights. I got in with 9 other people, and the winner won the prize of $100,000 dollars. Of course, 5 people died by injuries, but it was worth it when I found the lucky golden button in the woods! It was sheer luck, though, because I wanted to sleep in the dark, which happened to be in a cave. The wolf's den, of course, and I accidentally found it in there about halfway through the week. I donated half of it to a charity, 1/4 of it to my family through a *random lottery prize* and the rest to getting new weapons and mission outfits.

"And, everyone else, I'll be counting on all of you to take care of my daughter and her husband in the future, and, of course, Ivy." The Marchioness says, and my eyebrow twitches. I don't really plan on marrying Edward...though he was really hot in the Phantom 5!

"Well, Aunt Francis, I have something to say." Ciel says, and I arch an eyebrow in confusion. This wasn't in the manga...

"Yes, Ciel?" She asks, and Ciel inhales, before looking up at her in the eye.

"I want to break off the marriage with Elizabeth." He says, voice in a serious tone, and the smile falls off the Marchioness's face, replaced by confusion. "Ciel, what do you mean?" Elizabeth asks, sorrow laced in her voice. My face remains neutral, since when did Ciel vocally voice that he wanted to terminate his marriage?

"Lizzy, I really do love you, but I love you like my cousin, or sister," he says, looking at Elizabeth, a small smile on his face to comfort her, as he grasps her hand. "But, I would never be able to see you as my wife, but that doesn't mean I don't want you in my life. I want us to be friends, can that be okay?" He asks, smile on his face. Elizabeth sniffles, but smiles anyway.

Oh god, this is heartbreaking!

"Yeah, sure." She says, looking towards her mother, before she gulps. "Mother, c-can you terminate our marriage contract?" Lizzy asks, as Marchioness's stern look falls on both of them, before she sighs.

"I suppose, as long as Ciel promises to always look out for my daughter until she finds a suitable husband." She clucks, and Ciel looks her in the eye. "Of course," he responds, before facing everyone else in the room, and his eyes flicker towards me, before returning to the general population.

"Thank you for the birthday celebration!" He says, smile on face, and the servants sigh in relief.

"Let's all party!" Finny says, fist pumping into the air, as Bard grins. "Free wine! Free wine!" he says, lifting two bottles up in the air, before looking at me. "Ivy, ya wan' one?" He asks, and I shake my head. "I don't drink, thanks though!"

"Whaaa? Drinking is amazing! But, whatever, suit yourself!" He says, before running off to join everyone else by the table. I hear the clicking of shoes, as I turn and see Sebastian walking out of the room, and I stealthily follow him.

He walks into the kitchen, and reaches into the cupboard, pulling out a covered tray.

"Oh my!" He says, pulling the lid off off of the covered tray, revealing a beautiful cake, with a little hat on top. "Looks like the cake that I have made has gone to waste." He puts his hand on his head, ruffling it so it falls to the original position.

"Not quite yet," I say, leaning against the doorway, and he turns towards me, smirk on face. "I knew I felt a presence, but I had no idea it would be you."

"BS- you totally knew Sebz," I say, walking over to a cabinet, pulling out two plates, elbowing the cabinet close. "Yes, I suppose I did," he says, taking the plate that I pass to him.

"Well, it's certainly a pretty cake, with the little hat and all." I say, pulling 2 forks and a cake knife out of the cabinet, putting the forks on the counter.

"Why, thank you Ivy," he says, "one can say I'm simply one hell of a butler, though."

I shake my head, smile on face. "Sebastian, you just have one hell of an aesthetic. Is there anything you're not GOAT at?" I ask, slicing off a piece of cake, putting it on my plate.

"Well, I'm not a goat, but I assume this is one of your odd American phrases." He says, and I mentally face palm. No slang, Ivy!

"Acronym for Greatest of All Time, it means you're great at something." I say, passing him the cake knife, as I walk over to the counter, pushing myself on top of it into a sitting position, eating the cake. Oh, I'm having a food-gasm!

"Well, I cannot turn into a goat, sadly. If I could, one could say I was GOAT, greatest of all time, that is." he says jokingly, and I arch a brow. "Wow, a joke! I had no idea you could even joke, so that's something too..." I say laughingly, and he rolls his eyes, but a small smile is on his face.

"While I cannot turn into a goat, I can manipulate fire, for example," he says, reaching into a cabinet, producing a match. With a smirk on his face, he strikes the match, as it ignites. He looks at me, and the fire suddenly grows larger off the match, glowing blue from the extreme heat.

"Hot damn..." I say, as he shrinks the fire and the match burns out. He sets it on the plate where he would have put his cake, and I slightly frown at this.

"So, you don't need to eat, correct? Well, human food is what I mean..." I ask, and he nods.

"Correct, we don't have the need to consume human food, but we can eat it anyway, but there's no nutritional benefit and it tastes disgusting. The only thing we can obtain as our food source is human souls." He says, and I nod as I chew my last bit of cake, and he arches a brow. "If I may ask, how are you so calm with this information?"

"Well," I say, swallowing the cake in my mouth, "we're all born a certain way, and we can't help. Who knows, I could have been born a boy, a flower, an animal, a demon, an angel, or a star in the sky. It doesn't matter how we're born, it's what we do daily based off our emotions and needs."

"Is that so?" He asks, intrigued by Ivy's words of wisdom.

"Yup," I reply, hopping off the counter, as I put the dish in the sink, my back to Sebastian. "What we do daily is our choice, but we're all born a certain way. No one can help how they were born, but they can grow and flourish, and...and they can strive."

"Strive for what?" he asks, breath over my head. I turn around calmly, giving a big smile. "Strive for what you want, your final goal, of course!" I say, stepping to my left, escaping his tallness. Damn...he's too freaking tall.

"Later Sebastian!" I call out, stepping out of the kitchen, heading to the party.

Unknown to Ivy, Sebastian smirked from where he was standing, looking towards the door. Strive for what you want...

What if he wanted Ivy? Sebastian had grown to admire the spunky-girl, and wouldn't mind marking her...he'll wait for now, though. It would be interesting attempting to court her, she seems like the type of girl who doesn't fall in love on first sight, or with some silly tricks. This would be hard, but worth it in the end. She'll be fun to have while in this form.


"Woah, snow!" I cry out, looking outside my window to see a winter-wonderland. Though Michigan got snow, this sight was breathtaking from Ciel's manor. And, I'm also on edge because I'm on my freaking Japan, and I don't know where I can obtain pads and tampons in the freaking 1800s! I only have 3 boxes of pads left, and for some reason I'm really bloody, soaking through a regular pad within an hour.

"Yes, it's snow, this is England, Ivy, come on now, we must get going." Sebastian urges, and I roll my eyes.

"Sebastian, can you recreate products?" I ask, and he thinks for a moment, "Yes, I believe so, but it depends on what it is." Since Ciel's birthday a few days ago, Sebastian has been a lot more vocal about his emotions privately, and I somewhat enjoy that, it was nice and refreshing from his usually stiff attitude. Who knew he could be such a sassy pants?

"I have these super special sticker decorations, and I need about 300 of these, but they aren't available in England, like, at all. Can you recreate these for me, please? Like, almost exactly alike?" I ask, pulling out a pad in a wrapper, as he unwraps it, looking at the pad oddly.

"I've never seen this contraption before, but I'll do it to the best of my ability," he says, before sniffing the air, a concerned look coming on his face. "Ivy, are you bleeding? Do you need any injury tended to?"

"Let's just go into the carriage now!" I say, rushing out the door quickly.

-in London-

"Damn it! This is the 20th one now!" Scotland Yard's Lord Randall complains, wadding up the letter hanging from the upside down corpse, initiated with a tongue on the bottom. "You haven't apprehended the culprit yet, Aberline?" He asks, turning towards the red-head man with a bowl hat and a red mustache, accompanied with twinkling blue eyes. "My apologies!"

"Hey, it's Scotland Yard peeps!" I say, waving to the investigators, as they look at our trio in shock. "Earl Phantomhive, and the woman..." Aberline starts, and I wave it off.

"Ivy Adams, and we're here to solve this murder!" I say cheerfully, and the inspectors' jaws drop, and Ciel grabs the clipboard from Lord Randall, reading over it.

I zone out as they all start arguing, did they visit the Undertaker? Or...nope. This was when we visit Lau and his harem.

"Let's go, Ivy," Ciel says, grabbing my hand, walking away from the investigators, leading us down narrow streets, until we stop by the side of the ocean, in front of a building with a staircase going down.

"This is an opium infested building, and opium causes lung problems, so be careful with your asthma..." I mutter, and Ciel looks up at me. "How did yo-"

"Because my mom and sister have asthma, and taught me how to identify the traits of a person with asthma. I know you're allergic to cats, and combined with you're asthma you may have more trouble breathing." I state, walking down the stairs to the basement, where the room was dark.

"So, you finally found this place, Earl," Lau's voice rings out. "It feels kinda weird for you to see me this way, however, this day was bound to come." The light turns on, to reveal 5 Chinese women lounging around a couch on Lau, with Ran-Mao on his lap.

"Welcome Ivy and Earl!" Lau greets, "How have you been? You're birthday was fabulous a few days ago, the wine was so good, so I may have taken a few bottles." Ciel sweatdrops, before shaking it off. "I have something to ask of you," Ciel says, but Lau holds up a hand, and all of his harem girls get off the couch, a couple offering some opium to Sebastian, the others leaving.

"Go with the others, Ran-Mao." Lau mutters, and she looks at him confused. She's never been excused before, but she obligated anyway.

"Sit, Ivy," Lau gestures towards me, patting the couch space next to him.

"Sure," I say, starting to walk towards him, when Ciel grabs my hand and pulls me back. "Don't sit on that couch next to Lau." He demands, but I roll my eyes.

"What's gonna happen, the couch will eat me?" I question, pulling my hand from Ciel, before I walk over to Lau, sitting on the couch next to Lau, who lazily lays his arm around my shoulder. The boys start talking, but I zone out...I've heard it all before.

Soon enough, we leave Lau to his haropium (harem and opium), and we are wandering the streets of the East End, searching for clues.

"Lau was good for no-" Ciel starts, turning back towards us when he runs into a homeless Indian man. "Oh, I didn't see you, so-" Ciel starts, before looking at the Indian man's twitching face. Face? How can his face twitch, it's usually just an eyebrow?

"AHh! It hurts! My ribs cracked!" The Indian guy says, holding his hands over his chest. "Boy, you're just pulling our legs, stop faking." I say, rolling my eyes. "Help! Someone, help! He is cruel!" Indian guy shouts out, and his Indian goonie-homeless friends surround us.

"Showing up in a place like this, you're asking for it!" He says, shoving his face in Ciel's, grabbing the front of Ciel's shirt. "That's quite a nice dress you have there, young man, so pay me consolation money! Strip off everything you have, and give it to me. And-!" He says, pointing towards me. "Give us your woman too, or else pay the consequence!"

I sweat drop, I ain't anyone's woman!

"You caught me in a not so good mood today, so please don't insult me or my friends!" I say cheerfully, and Ciel's and Sebastian's interest piqued, they'd love to see what Ivy looked like mad.

"We don't care, because of you guys, we ended up living like miserable gutter rats! Our country was walked all over by your shoes, and now we'll show you how it feels to be plundered and humiliated!" The Indian guy says, pulling out a rusted knife, raising it as in means of attack.

"Don't you dare," I say, raising my hands up. "Or you'll regret it."

"Try me whore! You're scum beneath my shoe!" he exclaims, swiping his knife down. Instantly, I hit it out of his hand, so it slightly grazed his cloth around his body, as it flew into the air. I pushed him down to the ground, putting my foot on his chest to keep him down, as I caught the knife in the air before it hit the Indian guy.

"Correction, you're the scum beneath my shoes!" I say cheerfully, when the crowd parts like the red sea, and I hear a gasp.

"Kali?!" An Indian voice calls out, and I look to see the prince approaching with his butler.

I look down at my foot, and back at the excited looking Indian prince. Oh no...

"Kali! We worship you!" The Prince and Agni suddenly cry out, as they go on their knees and deeply bow, hands on ground in front of them.

"Oh, um... I'm not the goddess Kali, I'm sorry to confuse you boys. This guy suddenly attacked me and my friends, so I had to stop him-" I start, and the idiotic Prince Soma looks up from the ground, tears pouring down his cheeks dramatically.

"I've never been so happy! To meet a goddess in her human form is the greatest honor!" He says, and I sweat drop, stepping off the Indian guy's back.

"I'm not Kali, sorry to disappoint." I say, stepping back to where Ciel and Sebastian stood. "I'm Ivy Adams, it's nice to meet you both, but I wish we met under better circumstances."

"Well, are you sure you're not Kali, the goddess of power? You have purple hair, like she does, beauty, strength..." Agni says, pointing at my purple hair in the buns. "Oh, it's dye." I say, waving him off.

"You are the woman I've been dreaming of then! The woman destined to be my wife! A strong, beautiful woman who's looks and strength rival the goddess Kali's!" Soma cries out, as Sebastian, Ciel and I sweat drop.

"Ivy isn't going to India to be some stuck-up Indian's wife," Ciel says, wrapping his hand around my own. "I agree with my young lord," Sebastian says, "Miss Ivy isn't leaving any time soon."

"We will take her back with us, after we find a very important woman to us. Have you seen any Indians looking like this?" Soma says, holding up a very badly drawn portrait of a woman, before looking at Sebastian, realization dawning on face. "Wait! If he has a khansama, you are a British noble-man?" Soma asks, looking at Ciel.

"Yes, yes I am." Ciel replies arrogantly, and Soma puffs out his chest. "If so, I shall side with the people of my country. Agni, defeat them and rescue the woman Ivy!" Really? Why am I being treated like an object that needs rescuing?! And I ain't gonna be anyone's wife soon!

"Yes, my prince. Your wish is my command," Agni starts, unraveling the bandages around his hands, "I will swing this fist blessed by the gods for my master's sake."

I duck, as Agni swings his right fist at Sebastian, who promptly blocks his swings. I grab Ciel, and roll him off to the side of the street, away from the fight, as I turn to the crowd.

"Run, quickly! You may be injured in the fight!" I shout out in Hindi, as their eyes widen. They've never seen a British noble-woman who's spoken Hindi to them. The crowd quickly disperses, each running out to their shabby buildings that would serve as protection.

How I knew Hindi? 6th grade I was in a dorm with 3 exchange students-Chinese, Indian, and Russian. We taught each other how to speak one another's languages, before they left at the end of the year to go back to their corresponding school. The way the assassin schools worked was there was at least 1 in a major country, or if it was somewhere like Germany, there was one in the middle. In fact, I believe the Russia's assassination school is the best one in the 1800's because it accepted woman and had crazy missions, techniques and methods of teaching. Maybe I'll head there sometime...

Anyway, I learned most of Mandarin verbally, and than some Russian and Indian phrases.

"I have hit all of your vital points, but you are still going. You should be numb, how is that?" Agni asks, hopping back from where he was fighting Sebastian.

"We were just walking down the street! Are Indians savages that attack any Englishman who walks by them?!" Ciel asks, standing up from where he was on the side of the street.

"What?" Soma asks in shock, looking at the only Indian left:the harasser. "Did you harass these people for no reason? This is no good, Agni, side with the kid."

"Yes, my lord," Agni says, before he walks over to the Indian guy, lifting him into the air by the scruff of his neck with his holy hand. "Oi, what are you doing? Let go!" Indian guy demands, as Agni throws the Indian guy far into the distance, where he becomes a twinkling light.

Dramatic. Noice.

"Well, see ya. I'll take my woman from you when I leave for India after I achieved my goal." Soma says, and with a flourish of his cape, he and Agni are walking away from us down the street.

"Oh well, I guess I'm marrying him." I say jokingly, and Ciel and Sebastian turn towards me in shock.

"Miss Ivy, I think you sho-"

"Ivy, you are not to marry that man! You are to marry m-"

"Oi, cut it out boys!" I say, putting two hands over my ears. "It was a joke, alright? Let's just head back to the mansion, I'm really craving some apple juice!"

"Apple...juice?" Ciel asks, cocking his head in confusion. "Well, yeah, it quenches the thirst, and I highly doubt any of you have Kool Aid."

"Miss Ivy, I can do anything, culinary wise. You see, I'm simply one hell of a butler," Sebastian says, and I fist pump.

"Oh yeah!" I say, using my mad impression-skills to be the Kool Aid man. Sebastian arches a brow, as Ciel's eyebrow twitches.


"How tiresome, the criminals may be among them. Let's wait to hear from commissioner Randall." Ciel says to Sebastian and I, as we enter in the house. "Ah, we're home! And, Christmas is springing around the corner any moment now, and the snow makes it a winter-wonderland!" I exclaim cheerfully, thinking of hot cocoa, presents, trees, riding wild reindeer, and Christmas cookies. Maybe I can leave for a bit to go up to Sweden for a bit, if that isn't too hard? It's decided, after Agni's curry contest is over, I'm blasting over to Northern Sweden for a week or so! I'll have to get clothing, and supplies...

"Whatever floats your boat, Ivy." Ciel says, rolling his visible eye. "My lord, you're here!" Lau says, opening the front door, and Ciel jumps back in shock. "What are you doing here? I told you to write a note next time instead of showing up unexpectedly." Ciel demands.

"Come in Lau, it's snowing," I say, as he steps inside. "Thank you for being kind, Ivy, unlike some people." Lau says, a smile coming on to his face, as Ciel's eyebrow twitches at the small amount of shade Lau dished.

"Shall I bring some tea for our guest?" Sebastian asked, and Ciel puts his hand to his forehead, and sighs VERY loudly, how rude!

"Fair enough," Ciel says, and Lau holds up a hand in a suggestive manner. "Instead of English tea, let's have chai, that'd be better," Lau suggests, as the door creaks open, revealing a smiling prince and his servant.

"Wh-how?" Ciel asks, eyebrows twitching as his jaw dropped. "Ciel, close your mouth or flies will come in!" I say jokingly, as he snaps his jaw closed quickly.

"Oh, I met them on a street corner, and they said they wanted to see you, so I naturally helped them out." Lau explains, and I wave to them cheerfully. "Hello men we met on the street!" I say, and they look at me.

"Ah, it's the rival of Kali, Ivy Adams! I am so glad to see you again!" Soma declares, waving wildly.

"Don't speak with such a familiar tone with my Ivy, we are English nobles, and you are brown-skin savages," Ciel declares, glaring at Soma and Agni. I gasp loudly.

"Ciel Friggin' Phantomhive, you do not base people off of their skin color. If you see one person of a certain race acting badly, that doesn't mean all of them are freaking bad! And I don't care who is what in social standings, and neither should you. Everyone is useful, and if you can't see that you are an idiot!" I scold him.

This was the closest thing he's seen to Ivy getting mad, and she's doesn't even seem mad, more like an upset mother clucking at her child.

Sebastian smirked at what Ivy is doing, though. She's not mad, no, she's trying to teach Ciel a lesson. And, in Latin, if Sebastian must add.

"Now! The bed is upstairs!" I declare, pointing at the Indians. Soma's and Agni's faces brighten up, and they look excited.

"Come on, lead us Ivy!" Agni says, and I nod, before I race up the staircase, leading them to a guest room.

"Oh dear god, what are they going to do up in that bed?!" Ciel says aloud with a worried tone, as Sebastian's eyes widen, his jaw unhinging slightly at images of the three of them doing awful things in that bed...


"And than I said 'that's what she said!'" I say, telling them the story of how I was at a farm picking apples, and they burst into laughter.

"Don't touch Ivy!" Ciel says, slamming the door open, Sebastian hot on his heels, before he sighed in what seems like...relief?

"We're staying in your lovely manor~!" Soma says, rolling around on the bed as Agni claps.

"Wait a minute, why do I have to look after you guys?!" Ciel declares, bursting into the room.

"I didn't really consider staying at an inn, is it common in England for people to kick their benefactors out into the cold, though?" Soma asks, throwing shade at Ciel.

"Who the hell are you?!" Ciel asks angrily, and I look over his shoulder to see Sebastian lurking there.

"He's a Prince from India, and his friend is Agni, his version of a butler," I say lazily, falling back onto the bed.

"Correct, this person is the 26th child to the King of the Princely State of Bengal, Prince Soma Asman Sandal." Agni declares, as exotic flowers seem to bloom around Soma. Where did those come from?!

"I'm going to stay a while, okay midget?" Soma tells Ciel, as Ciel turns bone white. "What?!"

"Than, as a symbol of our new friendship, I shall serve you chai! On a cold day, chai tea with ginger can't be beat!" Agni declares, and I fist pump.

"Woot woot!" I declare, flopping back on the bed.