Here I am, writing this at 12 AM on 4/15/17 because I always deliver.

Though Ivy was supposed to be at St. Samael's during this time, this side-story is a MAJOR PLOTHOLE.

So, this is not related to the plotline at all, and it won't be brought up again in the story.

Enjoy!


"Ciel! Wake up!" I shout, bounding into his room in my rabbit onesie that I may or may not have summoned with a bit of magic.

"Who's there?!" He asks, pulling a revolver out of his pillow, rubbing his purple eye when he sees it's me. "Ivy?! What are you doing in my room?!"

"It's that time of year!" I do a sing-song voice.

"Let me guess, Christmas?" He asks, tucking the gun back into his pillowcase as I pout like a child. "You're no fun! It's Easter! Meaning we all get to hang out as one, giant family and go rabbit hunting, then have a giant bonfire and dance around it!"

"...American culture is odd."

Was that just an Archangels of Samael thing?

"Regardless of odd American traditions," Sebastian announces, whirling his tea cart in the room as he approaches the master's bed. "We'll be doing an Easter celebration, including an Easter dinner. For tea today, we have an oolong tea from Lau's voyages."

Ciel took the delicate tea cup from Sebastian, taking a sip. Sighing, I sit at the foot of Ciel's bed.

"I haven't done an Easter celebration with my family since I was 9, so I'm kind of excited to do it with you guys," I admit, "I just hope we all have a good time, y'know?"

Ciel sets the cup down momentarily as Sebastian ties the eyepatch around his eye, a permanent reminder of the deal. "I see, we shall have a traditional Easter then. Get dressed."

"Oh, how exciting! Where are we going?" I ask, tilting my head as Sebastian made a small noise of disgust.

"There is a 2 hour Easter sermon at the local church," Ciel smirked as I pale. The local church smelled of dung and was in extremely cramped quarters, and there was always the creepy pastor there...

"I'm fine with having a quieter Easter," I admit, as Ciel rolls his visible eye. "Fine by me," he takes another sip of his tea, before glancing up at Sebastian.

"You know, I would like to know why you're wearing bunny ears. I thought it was a prank at first with Ivy's strange bunny suit-"

"They're pajamas!" I huff, as Ciel sighs.

"-bunny pajamas, but this seems completely unrelated," Ciel continues, as Sebastian touches his ears, er, 'bunny ears.'

"Since today is Easter Sunday, we were all ordered to wear these by Lady Elizabeth."

"That means..." Ciel starts and I gulp.

"Oh no."


"Do I have to wear this dress?" I ask, looking down at the pastel, poofy dress with blue ribbons laced on it. "I feel like a giant egg!"

"Don't worry about it," Ciel says, adjusting the blue suit that Elizabeth got for him. "Elizabeth told you to wear it, so let's make her happy."

Walking down the stairs and trying not to trip, I see all of the Phantomhive servants, Agni and Soma, the Midford kids and Sebastian waiting there.

"Hello!" I cheerfully bound down the stairs, lifting up my skirts so I don't trip.

"Oh! Hello Ivy!" Soma bumbles excitedly, "I'm excited to celebrate the Eggplant holiday with everyone, though I'm from a different faith!"

"What is the 'Eggplant' holiday?" Agni asks as Soma shrugs.

"It's actually 'Easter,'" Sebastian corrects, "and it's a holiday where we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ 3 days after his crucifixion."

"We do egg tapping, a hunt, and play games with cutely coloured Easter eggs! And Easter is a time when everyone gets all dressed up in New Clothes to represent the beginning of the Octave of Easter, a 8 day joyful time!"

"Oh! So that's why we were told to come all dressed up and we got those packages from a lady called Nina Hopkins!" Soma remarks as Elizabeth nods a confirmation.

"Now! Let's start the Egg Hunt!" Elizabeth says, holding up an egg of a beautiful decoration. "Look how cute this is! Let's have the person who finds this egg among others in the mansion be the winner!"

"Oh! Is this an Egg Hunt of Easter?" Soma asks, as Ciel sweat drops. "Not usually..."

"Ciel! I hope you get my egg," Elizabeth whispers rather loudly to Ciel as Edward starts freaking out.

"DID SOMEONE SAY EARL GREY?!" A crash is heard as a certain Queen's butler bursts through the window, causing Sebastian to glare at him.

"Damn butler, shattering glass windows on a holy day," Sebastian murmurs as he begins to clean up the glass.

"Long time no see," Charles Phipps says as he enters through the door (like a normal person).

"What are the Queen's butlers doing here?" I ask as Phipps holds up a package with eggs in it, passing the basket over to me.

"That's lovely!" I note, looking at the intricately painted eggs.

"I know, I painted them myself," Earl Grey brags as my brow twitches slightly.

"Anyway! I'm participating now!"

"What?" Ciel asks, "You can't just crash through someone's window on Easter then-"

"Okay!" Elizabeth interrupts as Grey rubs his hands together. Sebastian explains some rule about breaking eggs as I get excited.

Time to compete!

"Let's do our best, Eddy!" I announced as we partnered up, a determined look on Eddy's face.

"I'm going to get that egg!"

"That's the spirit!"

"Ready, set, go!" Elizabeth announces, as Eddy and I run off.

"Thank god Nina designed this dress, or else I would've been in a personal sweaty-hell!" I announce, tearing the hooped skirt top aside to reveal the cage frame with baby blue pants trapped under it with my black combat boots. Eddy's face turned pink as he cast aside his gaze.

"Th-that's so scandalous! Shame on you!" He choked, as I roll my eyes.

"So stereotypical of boys, thinking they're on top. Here, give me the egg ladle," I say as Edward passes it over to me. Tucking it on my pants, I place the skirt back around it, a smirk on my face.

"They'll have to get through the cage first," Edward whispers with a smirk, and I nod.

"Yup! Now let's get going," I reply as an explosion is heard down the hall.

We run all over until we stumble upon Ciel and Sebastian in the grand hall with Double Charles.

Silently, I point up at the egg on the chandelier, before pointing at the two teams with a nod. Edward's eyes widen in realization, as we wait for the two teams to finish their fight, until a chirping sound came out of the Double Charles' team egg.

Edward and I gasped, looking confused. That cheating bastard named Sebastian totally switched eggs!

...that was a smart move.

"Now!" I whisper, as we both run into the ballroom. Running to Ciel who held the fancily decorated egg in his hand, I plucked it out as Sebastian glared at me with red eyes, looking at my body to see where the egg ladle is.

"Where's the ladle," he asks calmly, holding his own above his head as Edward jumped for it.

"A team member is holding on to it," I reply cheekily, and his red gaze flashes.

"I have orders from my master to get the egg to Elizabeth."

"That sounds just dandy with me," I addressed, as Sebastian sighs.

"I'll make you a Key Lime pie."

My eyes widen as I turn to Edward. "I'm sorry, his Key Lime pies are heavenly," I whisper as Eddy's eyes widen in fear.

"Noooo!" He shouts as I rip off my skirt for the last time, revealing the lady and the egg. Sebastian smirks as I take the ladle, tilting it forward in a throwing manner at Sebastian. Giving him a quick wink, he understands, and side steps the egg as it hits Charles Grey in the face.

Revenge for breaking a window!

"Oh darn! Sebastian, that was supposed to hit you!" I say robotically, tearing the dress cage off my body as we all start walking (well, Edward stomped) to the garden, leaving a yolky Charles Grey behind.

Ciel presented the egg to Elizabeth, and she hugged him cheerfully, babbling praises to him. I smiled, quietly eating my ham as everyone cheerfully talked.

A year ago, well, in 2015 I was happily celebrating Easter with Michael and my friends at St. Samael's, eating the rabbits we hunted and staying up all night. It's so funny how everything can change so quickly.

Because in the year 2016 it was Michael's last Easter we'd celebrate together. It was still the same, and we still did the same thing as the year previous, but we were older and ready to do more missions. We were eagerly anticipating the mission release that was updated at the beginning of each month, as May was usually a duo-mission time period.

How innocent and naive we were. Life goes on, and though I hit some bumps in the road and died, I kept going on, even if it meant going backwards to get going again.


Hey guys!

Since I had a lot of time over spring break, I decided to start working on another fanfiction for unused character ideas from Ivy. This will be for another anime by the name Kamigami no Asobi, and it's sooooo good. You can watch it on crunchyroll, but definitely skip the intro on the first episode!

Trust me, it has some slight spoilers.

Anyway, I've written 4 chapters for that, and I'm halfway through writing the Blavat Sky arc. I plan on releasing another Ivy side-story and have written a few chaptrs for that, but it has a slight twist to it.

Here's an Easter-special preview for you!


Looking around, I find myself on the hustling and bustling streets of Chicago at night, no one noticing my strange clothing in the dim lighting. Flushing slightly, I turn into the alleyway, and with the snap of my fingers my clothes readjust to the styles of this century. A plaid, V-neck dress with a tan trenchcoat, complimented with a rounded hat and tan flats. My hair was squashed under the hat, but I didn't care.

The shuffling of feet catches my attention, as I turn to see a fuming woman dressed in a old-timey dancer dress step out.

Well, I guess it's not old-timey during this period...

"Damn men, always making me sing my lungs out," she fumes with a semi-gravelly voice, pulling out a cigarette holder. She continued to pull a lighter out of her pocket, and flicked it.

No light.

Her eyebrow twitched as she flicked it again, but to no avail. "Damn it," she cursed, before looking up to me.

"Hey, ya' gotta lighter?" She gruffly asks, and I nod, reaching into my pocket and summoning one. I toss it to her, and she gives me a nod. Quickly lighting her cigarette, she takes a drag with a relaxed sigh, puffing out circles Gandalf-style.

"Damn, that's good," she breathes out lightly, looking at me. She had soft blonde hair parted down the middle that waved to her chin, paired with garage cut bangs that hung above her baby blue eyes. These brown eyes were surrounded with black eyeshadow and black drawn eyebrows, with cupid-bow red lips. She kinda resembles my sister...

"I'm Natalie," she greets, "but in there, they call me Goldie." She nods at a barely noticeable handle in the brick wall, and I arch a brow.

Is that...that what I think it is?

"A speakeasy?" I ask, and she nods a confirmation. "Yeah, it is a thrill. But damn, the boys there think they all high and mighty just 'cuz they in the maf!"

"That sucks," I say, leaning against the wall. "I'd give them a piece of my mind if I were you."

"But the thing is, they have their big guns, and their baby guns, and their boss." Natalie sighs, taking another drag. "Besides, a woman named 'Goldie' ain't that scary."

"I'm Ivy Adams, and that name can be particularly fear invoking, if you know what I mean."

A smirk dancing on my lips, we shook hands in a greeting that created a twist in our fates.