Murango, Texas, 1888

The streets were sleeping, the sky dark and without stars. Murango was quiet at this time of night during the late summer of 1888, everything too hot and humid to do activities outside; yet too cool at night for a fateful rendezvous between lovers.

Besides, nobody did anything on a Thursday night. All the windows had their curtains drawn, some with the flickering light of a candle behind it, others completely dark.

But, one window stood out from all of the others, as there was candle burning within that room. It was a window on the third floor floor of the fifth house on the row of houses seemingly alike in their rustic senses, and there was even the slightest crack between the drawn curtains. Though all the houses were alike, this house was different, for a man sat awake in his high back chair, staring off into the corner of this illuminated room.

The flame from the candle sent shadows running behind bookshelves and his writing desk, which he frequently used for his business. The shadows reflected from the candle danced across the man's face as well, his tired eyes lost. He was a young man, appearing between 29-30, though he was much older than this. His red hair was slightly tousled but otherwise kept short and combed over on one side. He was quite handsome in his own right despite the blank stare in his brown-red eyes. A charming smile was painted on his lips, but it wasn't hard to see the cracks through the facade.

The flame crackled as the woman re-crossed her legs. "I appreciate that you gave me a lower discount for the check up," the woman thanked the Doctor, his back to her pale face, "though, it is an unusual time."

"No worries," he chuckles, "my nights are always less in cost."

"I was just wondering if.. if that all?" A woman asks, nervously playing with her reddish-brown hair, "I don't wish to be rude, but may.. may I go now? It is getting late, and I don't want to arrive home too late...these parts are awfully dangerous, you know."

The Doctor looked her in the eye, pearly white teeth flashing through the smile. His eyes closed and he shook his head, bringing his hands to his face.

"I need to do one more test before you go." The proclaimed Doctor chuckled, but there was no amusement in his voice.

"Oh! Of course Doctor, anything to help me find out if anything is wrong," the woman drawled, pale blue eyes looking eager to finally be finished after a final test, "What is this final test?"

"A blood test, blood is often racked with diseases," he says, and the woman shudders. "A...blood test?"

"Yes, I have done this with most of my patients recently. Have you ever had your blood drawn before? It's becoming more popular in the East," The man asks, standing up and walking to his bookshelf, lifting a chest from it.

"Uh, no," she replies, fidgeting her fingers over her cheaply made dress. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a pinch, darling," the man smoothly replies, opening the chest to reveal a tube and 2 needles. "Would it help if I covered your eyes?"

"Please, I get quite queasy at the sight of blood," the woman reluctantly admits, causing the doctor to chuckle as he removes his tie, tying it around her eyes.

"Do not worry, Miss, it'll be over soon," he says, "I use two needles, in fact, for it to be effective so we can be done quicker. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, of course." She nods, clutching her hands in a fist, preparing herself. "Let's get this over with."

"I agree, but I'll let this fact comfort you that some of my patients find this very...relaxing and pleasurable..." The Doctor says, leaning closer to his neck. Opening his mouth, his pearly white canines extend as he jabs them into the woman's neck.

She opens her mouth to scream, but finds she no longer has the strength to scream. Her fisted hands relax, falling loose to her sides as the Doctor feasts upon her blood. Blood from her veins poured into his mouth, the metallic substance flickering up two minuscule holes in the man's canines, feeding directly into his own bloodstream. He was essentially taking her life essence as a modern-day parasite.

The Doctor leans back slightly, pulling his canines from her neck as he licks the punctured holes, causing the skin to forge over the two holes; which left only two small dents where the holes once were. Smirking to himself as he licks his lips, the Doctor takes the necktie around the woman's neck to reveal her blue eyes, now tinted a light purple.

"That felt good, didn't it?" The Doctor asked, as she slowly nods. "Now, little Miss, I need you to do something for me. You can do that, right?"

"Yes," she blankly replies, causing the Doctor to flash a toothy, ominous grin. "Very good. I need you to run some errands for me, alright?"

"Yes."


"Damn, another ghoul case finished again," I mutter, wiping my bloodied parasol-blade off on the clothes of the dead ghoul's ashes This was the third ghoul since I was with Alois about a month or so ago, meaning a rogue vampire was running amok. There was a few red hairs that had stuck to her cheap clothing, meaning she hadn't yet adopted another persona. This must mean she was a newer ghoul, and that dratted rogue vampire isn't quieting down anytime soon.

Now that I think about it, if Ciel and Sebastian existed in this universe, would that mean that the Hellsing group existed...?

No, it'd be too soon for that. Besides, Alucard wouldn't be in service to Sir Integra yet, meaning he wouldn't give a diddly darn about what's going on with the ghouls. I know the Vatican does Underground work with Supernaturals, but since this is a mainly protestant country they'd get a pretty big head when they work here...

Adjusting my skirts, I apparated out of the alleyway and back to the mansion, Ciel standing right in front of my apparation spot.

"Whoa!" I shout in surprise, stumbling back as Ciel looks at me. "Where have you been?" He clucks, much like a worried mother.

"I was out, I have the freedom to do so after all." I turn to walk away to only ram my head into Sebastian's chest.

"Hello Ivy," Sebastian says, "nice seeing you for the first time in a while."

"Pleasure to see you as well," I sarcastically respond, stepping back to see Sebastian leering down at me with a close-eyed smile.

"We would like to know why you disappeared at such a random time at dinner," Ciel says, "you didn't bother excusing yourself. You just grabbed your parasol that lay at your side and completely vanished into the air."

"It was an urgent manner," I snap, "only someone who did actual field work would understand."

Ciel's eye twitches, as I frown slightly. "That was kinda mean, I'm sorry. But I have a lot of hard work to do that makes me want to finish it as fast as possible and get out of there." I apologize, still thinking about what I had recently finished.

"What did you do, then? Huh?" Ciel asks, crossing his arms and arching his blue brow.

I was to keep this matter at the most secrecy level possible. If this got out to the Queen, I would have no idea how this would play out. I'm long past how the manga ended before I 'died,' so if something happens with Ciel or Sebastian in this case it might drag on forever. Or, it might risk more lives and I don't even know of it.'"Nothing of importance, just doing something before the Queen orders it-"

"Sebastian," Ciel starts, looking up at Sebastian, "find out what Miss Ivy is doing. That's an order."

Hey, I deserve some privacy!

"Wha-?" I start, as Sebastian puts his hand over his heart. "Yes, my lord."

I look at Sebastian as he smirks down at me, demonic eyes flashing.

Damn it.

"I, uh, I'll be going now!" I start, and as I start to apparate Sebastian puts his hand on my shoulder. "Sebastian no-!"

And with a vortex of wind, the both of us were gone.


Opening my eyes to find myself in Greece where I was with Claude earlier, I look around. Everything was...slightly different. For one thing my vision was crazy good, and I feel something like bangs against my forehead...

Moving my hand to touch my forehead, I see myself wearing white gloves...? Wait, what?!

"Ivy, what did you do?" A familiar voice says from behind me, and I turn around and see nothing. "Down here."

Looking downwards, I see...me? "Wait, am I tripping or something?" I ask, a deeper, smoother voice coming out instead of my normal one.

"We switched bodies, I apologize on behalf of my incompetence." Ivy? No, Sebastian, says from my body.

"You shouldn't have grabbed onto me!" I scold, "I wasn't prepared to apparate with multiple people, so I suppose I messed our bodies up."

"Well, this makes my job easier to my young master," Seb-Ivy says with a smirk, "after all, I can do it myself."

"Sebastian, no! If we switch back, I promise I'll tell you and Ciel what's going on-"

"I apologize, Miss Ivy, but this method is to ensure you do not evade us again," Seb-Ivy smirks devishly, and I frown. "Sebastian, I swear to Go-...I swear to Go-! What the actual hell, Sebastian?!"

"Cat got your tongue?" Sebastian smirks, "Can you not swear the word 'God?' Oh look, I can say it. God, God, God, Go-"

"I swear to a religious figure that I'm going to get back to my body!" I curse, cutting him off while my vision tinted pink.

Woah, freaky.

"It seems that while our personas have switched, our species stay the same. I'll see you in London, Butler Sebastian," Seb-Ivy says, snapping their fingers to slightly fade out of existence, but only to reappear 5 feet away.

"It takes practice, dumbass," I growl, "it also seems that we cannot fully use our powers of the new body due to the swap."

"Oh well, I can always use a flying broom," Seb-Ivy responds, "after all, what kind of witch would I be if I couldn't do that?"

"You're not a witch, you're an asshole!" I just want to get back to my body before Seb-Ivy has to use the bathroom...

That's it! I'll just play the game as Sebastian wishes to play this!

"Well, since I'm in such an attractive, male body, I think I might just have some fun," I coolly state, and Seb-Ivy raises a brow. "How so, Ivy?"

"I might just visit the Queen of England and have a special tea party with her, possibly ruin the Phantomhive name." I start, as I watch Seb-Ivy pale noticeably.

Time to really milk this cow.

"No! I think I shall visit Grell-"

"I agree, let's switch back immediately, and you can tell me what you're up to and we'll be finished-" Seb-Ivy says, and I shake my head.

"No, no, this body is very great. And since you're in a teenage girl, mostly HUMAN body, you'll be feeling pain for the next week or so, and be very sweaty-"

"Oh God-"

"-and have fun with the hair! It took my years to master taming the poofiness. Oh! And the sexism with being a woman is a dish by itself. Can you vote? Oh wait, you can't yet!"

Seb-Ivy inhales through her nose, trying to calm down. "Alright, I understand that being a female is no fun. I am a male demon-"

I cough into my hand, "was."

"I was a male demon, and I've never had to have a female body, but I really would like to return to my master in my normal body." He corrects, seemingly very angry.

"Oh, don't worry about that," I say, waving myself off, "I'll take care of that for you. Hey, since this is a demon body, can't I turn into a raven and fly?"

"Please don't leave me here by myself, I would prefer to have an escort," Seb-Ivy says nervously, beginning to sweat in Greece's heat. "These clothes trap all the heat on my body-"

"Tally ho! Have fun getting home, Ivy Adams!" I say, beginning to walk away.

"I'll touch your female extremities! Something I can do with my new body!" Seb-Ivy calls back, and my eye twitches, but I too can play at this game.

Turning back at Seb-Ivy with the shit-eating smile he always does, I leer down at them. "Isn't that wonderful? You know, if you put your hands down your shirt you can warm your hands during the winter. And if you're touching my female extremities, well. I might as well-"

"You wouldn't dare."

"You're right, I wouldn't dare...but Grell would." I watch as disgust creeps onto Seb-Ivy's face, and I smirk as I attempt to morph into a black crow-

-only to turn into a pigeon.

Oh well, this works. Flapping away from a pissed Seb-Ivy, I start the long flight back to London.


Ivy-Seb's POV

"Hello, Young Master," I greet in a Sebastian-manner to Ciel, "how are you faring today?"

"Well. Have you collected the information on what Ivy is doing?" Ciel asks, taking a sip of his tea and I fight to hide a smirk.

"About that, Ivy has eloped with another man," I say seriously and Ciel spits out his tea all over the carpet. "WHAT?!"

Yes, since Sebastian refused to switch back with me, I'll have a bit of fun. All I have to do is adopt Sebastian's 'cool-asshole' persona, then I'm good to go.

"Oh dear, that darker tea will be hard to get out of the carpet," I think aloud, as Ciel looks at me bewildered. "Why did you not stop Ivy from eloping?!"

"Young Master, you did not order me to stop her. You ordered me to find out what she was doing." I watch as Ciel racks his fingers through his hair.

"All that damn planning...ugh!" Ciel growls, as he looks at me. "Tell me about this man!"

Oh shit, quick Ivy, think of a man name!

"I apologize, young master, but Ivy had me sworn to secrecy on that matter. She has something more valuable to give to me than your soul, no offense," I state, as I watch Ciel's eye twitch.

"And what...was this 'valuable' thing she is to give you?"

"I get to be the Honorary Uncle to her children!" I cheer, clapping my hands together. "Ivy is going to have such wonderful and cute children!"

"..."

I cough into my hand, clearing my throat. "I am jesting, young master. I'm actually going to be the godfather."

"Sebastian, what did Ivy do to you," Ciel asks, leaning his chin on his palm, "you're awfully emotional."

I sigh, placing my hand on my forehead dramatically. "Ivy placed an emotion spell on me, so I'll have human-like emotion until it wears off."

"That sounds absolutely horrible," Ciel says, and I nod.

"It certainly is."


SEB-IVY'S POV

"It certainly is," I cry, tears welling in my crystal blue eyes, talking to a man on the ports, "he robbed me at gunpoint and took all my money. That took me an' my sick mother 2 years to save up for."

"That sounds absolutely horrible," the sailor says, placing a hands on my shoulder as I force tears to come from my eyes. The act of producing tears was much easier in human form. Since Ivy Adams, currently trapped inside my body, has left me in Greece without explanation of how to use powers, I'm absolutely useless.

And this body is so small and cramped compared to my butler-body. But, this body is awfully muscular for a female during this century, but it has more scars than expected.

But, as Ivy once said on how females have not many rights, I'll use the typical 'gentleman's honor' to my advantage.

"I have no way o' returning to London, meaning no way of seeing him again," I sob into my hands, "I can't write in Greek, so I can't obtain a job...and...and..." I hiccup as the sailor pats me on the shoulder comfortingly.

"This ship is headin' to London in a half an hour or so for a peanut trade, we'd be happy to allow you to board for free," he says, and I lift my head up, fighting to hide a smirk on Ivy's adorable lips...

Adorable? This human body must be letting me feel some human emotion...right?

"Oh thank you!" I cheer, hugging the sailor man quickly before pulling away. "I promise to earn my keep, I'll cook in the kitchen since I cooked for my family back in London!"

"Alright lil' Miss, what is your name?" He asks, and I smile.

"Ivy Adams, pleasure."


IVY-SEB'S POV

"Is this the reaper's HQ," I ask at a front desk of a sleek, modern building. A man with blue-grey hair slicked back looks up at me with green-yellow eyes behind gold-rimmed aviator glasses.

"Depends, first how did a demon like you find this place?" He grumbles, and I jabbed a finger at Ronald Knox stumbling around the room.

"Blondie over there reaped a soul after having to get drunk to fit in, and I followed him here. I didn't stalk him from the beginning, I was just there casually, y'know?" I call out, looking over at Ron and waving.

"Hey buddy! I covered your tab for all the great help!" I call out to him, and Ronald looks at me bewildered.

"Thanks bro! I tried *hic* telling the bartender I'll extend his life by a year if he covered my tab, but he didn't believe me! What a shame he died of alcohol poisoning a few minutes ago."

Looking back at the receptionist, his hair seems to be frazzled and his eyes bewildered. "In all of my years here, I've never seen a demon cover someone's bar tab...where is your master?"

"Who cares? If he's about to die he'll call for me," I pout, quickly composing myself as the reaper wiped back his hair to a position. "Anyway, I was wondering if I can talk to William Spears, por favor."

"You, a demon, expect me to let you up to the COO of the British division?" He asks, arching a brow at me as I gasp.

I'm so proud of my Willie!

"I cannot believe Willie is the COO of the British division! Oh, he makes me so proud! And yes, I'd like you to do that." I nod, as the reaper sighs.

"You should find yourself lucky you haven't gotten the security guards booting you out of here yet. Why should I let you see the COO?"

"I have information for him regarding the recent creations of bizarre dolls," I state, "and William would probably like to hear that." The secretary glances up on me as he begins typing on a large, bulky-

"Oh my god! Is that a computer?!" I squeal, as he looks at me bewildered. "Yes, it is a well known fact that reapers are always around 100 years backwards and 100 years forward, meaning we can have technology from any point in that period. We do this so we can see how a death can affect the timeline of events, so we can decide their death date. Demons usually time-skip, so I can't understand why you're asking thi-"

"Damn it! Youtube doesn't exist yet! What year are you currently on?" I ask, and he sighs.

"The furthest is 1991, and we had to forcefully extend it to have internet function." He admits, as I gasp. "That's so cool! Dude, have you seen Grease?"

"Of course I have! Any excuse to see John Travolta in a leather jacket dancing and singing is a good excuse!" He exclaims quickly, before covering his mouth, calming himself down.

Is he gay or just into musical theater? This question is going to bug me all day! If I ask and he only has up to 1991 knowledge, he might think I'm insulting him if I ask if he's gay or not! And I think he and Ronald Knox would be cute if he was gay!

"Opinion on Beauty and the Beast?" I ask, and he sighs. "I'm watching that during break today," he says, "I'll tell you after the movie..."

He pauses, and his face is neutral again. "I apologize for my outburst. Do you have an appointment?"

"Nope! But you and I should make an appointment to watch that movie during your break. How long until?" I ask, and he looks at the clock above his desk.

"An hour and thirty minutes. Wait for me in the lobby...I'm Gerry Saks." He sticks his hand out, and I smile, sticking mine out to shake his.

"I'm Ivy Adams...shit! That's not my name, I'm definitely not a girl," I stammer, shaking his hand as he laughs.

"Never been friends with a demon before, but if they have a taste for musicals they might be worth my time."

"Friends are found in the most unlikely places," I say as a cough sounds from my left. Looking towards my left, I see William Spears holding his hedging clippers dangerously close to my forehead.

"Sebastian Michaelis, what are you doing in the reaper headquarters?" Willie asks with a clipped (badumtshhh) tone, dangerously glaring at me.

"Hello William! How are you faring today?" I ask, grabbing the hedge clipper tips and pointing them upwards and away from my face. "Best keep these upwards in case we start running and actually impale someone."

"I was faring well until a certain demon decided to show up and interrupt my work. Let's go to my office," he spits out, as I wave bye to Gerry as William and I enter the elevator.

"Wake me up before you go-go," the elevator music sings, and I nearly cry. I forgot how much I missed modern technology! And my family, and my friends, and Michael, and-

"DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE A YO-YO," I belt out, shocking William as the elevator stops at a floor.

"Get out of the elevator, we're here," William says, leading me into the office. "If you so dare try attacking me, you won't make it out of this room alive."

"I wasn't planning on doing so, Willie Spears," I say, plopping down into a chair. "I don't know how to properly use this body, after all."

"So you're definitely not Sebastian Michaelis?" He asks, and I nod in confirmation. "Sebastian grabbed onto me as I tried apparating to Greece, and our bodies swapped. I'm actually Ivy Adams."

"That actually makes more sense than the actual Sebastian walking in here, the demon perimeters set up wouldn't have allowed Sebastian in. The barriers didn't work since you swapped bodies, making it half demon-witch, and Sebastian in your body would be witch-demon." Willie says, sitting down at his desk. "Has Grell seen you yet?"

"Nope, but don't tell him I've swapped bodies. I can probably say something to make him fall out of love," I say, leaning back further in the chair. "It'll help you out a lot."

"Thank god...so, why did you come here in the first place?" William asks, as I inhale through my nose, memories flashing before my eyes.

"The Undertaker has a motivation for creating his bizarre dolls, and that is a woman." William arches a brow as he pushes up his glasses. "How so?"

"When confronted, he speaks of a faceless woman buried deep within his memories. He wishes to find this person and confront her, but the problem is that I know who this is," I state, and Willie's eyes widen.

"What? Will you tell me for our investigation?"

"I can't, as I have some of her memories. I can tell you that the Undertaker has attempted these experiments in the past, though. He's attempted the same investigations in the past, and if he remembers who the woman is he'll remember critical evidence from his past experiments. To sum it up, if he finds out who the woman is, everything unravels from there," I shake my head, "and it's game over."

"I understand, the less people who know the better off we are," Will says, and I sigh.

"Any other news on the Undertaker?" I ask, hoping to find more information.

"No, as reapers our cinematic records are kept away, so they are not tampered with. The higher you are on the company, the more access you have. Though I'm high up, the Undertaker is considered a legend, so his cinematic records are only accessible by another legend."

"Makes sense," I say, standing up and adjusting my coat. "Well, I have to go see Beauty and the Beast with Gerry now. Adios, Willie."

"Farewell, Ivy."


MEANWHILE

"Damn that woman, cursing me to this miniscule human body," Seb-Ivy grumbled, currently on a trade ship back to England. Seb-Ivy agreed to work in the kitchens to earn his pay back to England.

"I hear ya,'" A Greek man responded, taking a swig of ale. "My mother gave me baby feet."

Seb-Ivy's brow twitched as he wondered what horrible things Ivy was doing to his body...


"BE OUR GUEST. BE OUR GUEST. PUT OUR SERVICE TO THE TEST!" I shout-sing, shaking my groove-thing while clapping along to the beat.

"Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie, and we provide the rest!" Gerry claps along as Grell dances to the movie that plays along on the blocky TV. Grell was in the lounge room, and I allowed them to watch the movie with us, making them extremely excited.

"Soup du jour! Hot hors d'oeuvres! Why, we only live to serve! Try the grey stuff, it's delicious. Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!" I sing, as Grell puffs out their chest.

"They can sing! They can dance! After all, Miss, this is France And a dinner here is never second best!" Grell holds out *best* in an opera tone as William bursts into the room.

"You're waking the dead with your atrocious singing!" He complains, stray hairs flying up as our trio quivered. William is scary when he's mad!

"But Will," I say, and he snaps his gaze over to me. "What do you want," Will grumbles, and I step forward, looking into his eyes.

"Will you be our guest?" I ask cheekily, and Will inhales through his nose, before turning and leaving, slamming the door close.

"I think that's a no," Gerry says, and we all start singing again.


2 hours later, IVY-SEB

"Young master, I have returned," I say with a calm voice, trying not to break character as I enter Ciel's office.

"That took forever. Where have you been?!" Ciel asks enraged, and I give a deep bow.

"I apologize, it took me a while to track down Ivy. When I did, she managed to slip away." I hold back giggles as I stand up straight.

"Well, what have you found out?" Ciel asks, calming sipping his tea and I sigh. "Young master, it seems she holds a secret lover. She apparates over to America to see him in her free time."

Ciel's eye bugged out as he spat out his tea, looking at me red in the face. "WHAT?!"

"Yes master, she holds a secret lover in the West. He is a very handsome man for a human," I state, clenching my toes and trying not to laugh.

"Who is he?!" Ciel asks, and I nearly start crying from holding in laughter.

"Danny Devito," I say, as Ciel rests his head on his chin. "He even sounds like a handsome, young lover from America."

Biting my inner lip, I struggle not to laugh.

"Young master," I say, and he looks up.

"What more do you have to say?!"

"Danny Devito is a 72 year old."

Ciel cringes as he screams lightly, banging his head against his wooden desk repeatedly.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyy..." he whispers lightly, as I walk over to the side of his desk.

"Would you like to visit the streets of London to find comfort tonight?" I ask, as Ciel shakes his head on the desk. He's acting awfully childish, which is extremely funny.

"Want some Earl Grey?"

"No..."

"Want to go to bed?"

"No..."

"Want some cake?" I ask, and he lifts his head up slightly, rubbing his visible eye.

"Yeah...German chocolate cake?"

"Of course, young master," I say, walking away to make him the cake. When I get to the kitchen, I make a German chocolate cake...

With some Ex-Lax, of course. Within 30 minutes I make a beautiful, German chocolate cake, and I cut off a slice and put it on a plate. Walking out the door, I watch as the 4 servants and Tanaka eye the cake.

"Don't eat it, or you will suffer the consequences," I say cheerfully, causing all of them to gulp as I waltz away to Ciel's office.

Opening the door, I place the plate in front of him. "Enjoy, young master."

"Sebastian, acquire some more information about this Danny Devito, even if it means going to America for a bit." Ciel's eye looks up at me, and I raise my brows in surprise. "You wish for me to be gone from you, young master, for an extended period of time?"

"Yes, if something were to happen there will be other servants to take care of it for me," Ciel waves me off, "besides, I'll only be doing paperwork. Madame Red may visit to play a few games of chess if she wishes."

"Why, of course young master," I say with a bow, "I shall leave immediately."

"Good."

Vacation time! And I know just the spot to go!


1 WEEK LATER, SEB-IVY

"I have finally arrived back to the mansion, I wonder what Ivy has done in my body," grumbles a certain demon in a certain witch's body, adjusting their skirts as they breeze through the front door's of the Phantomhive Estate.

"Ivy! I cannot believe you're back!" Mey-Rin cried, tightly hugging a bewildered 'girl.' Seb-Ivy awkwardly hugged back.

"What do you mean? I was only gone for a week," Seb-Ivy states, and there's a sudden running of feet down the stairs.

"IvyIcan'tbelieveyougotelopedwithouttellingmeIsweartogod-" Ciel yells, suddenly tackling Seb-Ivy with a heavy OOMPF!

"Eloped?! What do you ever mean?!" Seb-Ivy cries, suddenly worried as Ciel pulls them to his office with chihuahua strength, slamming the door.

"I love you, Ivy!" He cries, staring the girl before him in the eyes. Sebastian was shocked, especially by such a bold revelation. "And I've told you I've had feelings, and now you carry them for another man?!"

Another man! Seb-Ivy thought with a smirk, That's obviously me-

"Danny Devito is a scumbag-no good old croon in America! Stay!" Ciel yells, as Seb-Ivy's eyes flare a demonic blue, pupils shrinking to the ones of cats while a dark aura practically reeks from their person.

"Young master," they say darkly, "Ivy and I switched bodies while she apparated. She's in my, Sebastian's, body, while I, your ever-faithful butler, is in hers."

Ciel gulped as he realized his sudden mistake, as the revealed Sebastian took a more butler-like posture. "So she was-"

"Lying about what she said to you, yes. And we have no idea where she is now," Seb-Ivy states, glaring at Ciel. Sebastian had known for a while that Ciel had possibly carried feelings for Ivy, but never to the extent of love. "And I do not like the thought of you loving her when she is clearly not in love with you. She is also not yours to claim, but mine."

The room had gained a chilling atmosphere as Seb-Ivy's eyes widened in realization. Was this rendezvous in Ivy's body forcing human emotion into him?

Ciel regained his cool composed posture, half-lidding his eyes at the body of the girl he loved. "Words can be easily manipulated into lies, Sebastian. Remember who your master is. Besides, demons do not love humans, correct?"

"It is rare for them to," Sebastian replies, "but I am not interested in those things. I just wish to hear Ivy scream my name, and for the impossibly independent woman to be tamed by me."

Ciel's cheeks tinted pink as he glared at his demonic counterpart. "I can always order for you to back off."

"Yes, but once I have consumed your soul I could always go back to her," Sebastian leaned forward, Ivy's curls hanging by his face. "It's going to happen regardless, young master. It's only a matter of time."


MEANWHILE, IN IVY-SEB'S BODY

"Ugh! Sebastian's body is so stupid!" I grumble, trying again to cut a piece of hair, only for it to grow back again. I was currently hiding out in the Shinigami headquarters, thinking of ways to mess with Sebastian.

"You could always get a tattoo," Gerry recommends, digging into a tub of Ben and Jerry's. He was harboring me in his dorm on the spare bed which had belonged to the previous shinigami. Apparently it had completed his duties and was sent off to heaven after 943 years of servitude.

Let me explain, if you're confused. Becoming a shinigami is a 1 person out of every 10 suicide-chance rate. It also factors in how you lived your life and your reasons for suicide. Of course, the people who pick who becomes shinigamis is a council of 3 elders. Ever heard of the Fates, who can create, monitor and cut the threads? This was another version, except they picked through the suicides.

One examined the bunches, narrowing it down.

The second plucked them from death, confronting them and having them either go to purgatory to be reborn (or sent to Hell, depending on how heinous they were) or become a shinigami.

The third one predicted how long they would take before going to heaven depending on their actions, and this information was only shared with the other elders. Only top positioned shinigami have met them, and it's only been for brief meetings.

The process sounds easy as a shinigami, but it's actually not. Out of the bunches, only few go to field work (like Grell and Ronald.) Others head to secretary duties, Human Resources, manufacturing, etc. There's even shinigami janitors! The more work you pay off from your previous life, the sooner you go to heaven.

The only bad thing about it is that it takes literal centuries to pay off. The record for the quickest shinigami out of here was 300 years. Of course, some people choose not to go to Heaven, like the Undertaker, who was a field-work shinigami for apparently 1,500 years.

And before that, for 500 years he worked in Forensics, but that got 'too boring' for him.

There was also an unspoken rule around here was that no one asked about the others previous life. Though all shinigamis remembered their previous lives in great detail, no one wanted to share it. If they became a shinigami, their previous life must have been painful...

"He'd probably get rid of it easily," I grumble, "I just don't know what to do."

"You could head back over to them," he replies as I groan.

"Fine, I'm sure Sebastian will be back already. I'll just pretend that Grell did something bad to this body to mess with him."

"That's the spirit!" he cheers as I stand up, heading over to the door. "I'll be back in my normal body," I promise, before leaving.

I make my way back to Ciel's manor, and when I enter I find that Seb-Ivy and Ciel were at each other's throats. Coughing lightly, they craned their necks towards me and froze.

"I can explain myself-"

"They started it!"

Lightly stepping forward, I grab Seb-Ivy's, err, my shoulder, apparating a few feet away. When I blink, I find myself back in my own body as I look up at an angry Sebastian.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," Sebastian starts, crossing his arms as Ciel steps up from behind him.

"Alright, alright," I respond, "but first, we eat."


SCREEEEEEEEECH

It's been one full year since I originally released this story! I'd like to thank all of you for following Ivy's adventures so far.

Currently, I am doing a lot of school work and have less time to work on fanfics, but I do have a Quotev page with my non-fanfiction book.

My username is MissMango, so check it!

I also plan on releasing another fanfic for BNHA, but it will be out sometime in 2018

Reader: Author! Where the hell is the latest chapter for Deviant?!

Me: I lost the documents for chapters 7-9. Whoops. So I probably won't rewrite it.

Reader: And the HxH story?!

Me: I still have that document, and I'm working on a close for it so I can wrap up the book, as I did for Vines and Roses.

Reader: What about being up to date with the Kuroshitsuji manga?!

Me: That's not a me issue, since we've only been getting backstory since August-

Yana: Shut up, or I'll sick Sebastian on you.

Me: *holds hands up defensively* Okay, okay.

There you have it, folks. I love reading everyone's comments, so please be sure to fav/follow/ leave a comment on the story.

Buh-byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!