Wait, it's Monday and I'm updating?! How odd! The plan was actually to update Sunday, but I was way too tired (and emotional damaged because of the fact that I have to wait another year for ONE OK ROCK to come back, sad, sad, sad) for that, so that didn't happen. So I decided to update today.

wolf-akuma: Thank you so much! I wasn't really happy with the previous two chapters, but I'm glad you liked it! Hearing that really makes me happy.

This chapter is longer, because the pervious chapters have been quite short, so this one is nice and long!

So we haven't followed the anime for a while… So that's happening now!... a bit. Because Clarissa is going to interfere. A lot.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter and remember: I own my OC, but not Kuroshitsuji!

BTW, no I won't do a Christmas chapter. Sorry if it makes you sad, but it just doesn't fit in the story at the moment and I don't want to make some weird changes to make it fit.

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Chapter 14

Saturday was the first day in a while that I stayed inside and just read a book. I didn't even talk to anyone. How great was that?

Madame Red had to work in the hospital until late that evening and Grell went out a couple hours ago to go to the grocery store to buy everything for the weekend. I really didn't understand that Anne trusted that guy alone in a grocery store, but she apparently did. Maybe he should take some lessons from Sebastian in how to be a good butler. The only skill he got down was cooking, but he then managed to spill almost everything on the ground. But helping him cook this past week had been sort of fun, even though I thought the guy was a bit too loud and annoying.

It was half past twelve when I heard the door open and close and I went downstairs thinking it was Grell who came back from the grocery store. Which would have been nice, since I was starving and the house didn't have much food left.

But it wasn't only Grell who stood in the entrance hall when I walked towards the stairs, where there was a part that gave you the advantage to peek at the people who stood in the entrance hall before walking downstairs. The stairs was on the right side of the room and the living room at the left, so the aim of the guests was the other side anyway.

'Ciel?' I said, not even bothering to sound polite. 'Are you here to drag me into some sort of mission? Because I already declined and you can't-'

Ciel put his hand up without even looking at me, giving me the sigh to shut up. 'Please, Clarissa, my world doesn't revolve round you. I'm here for my aunt.'

Sebastian smirked.

'Oh,' I said, not sure what to say. Of course his world didn't revolve around me. 'But she's worki-'

He interrupted me again. 'I know she is working, that's why I came here early so that Sebastian can prepare lunch while we wait for her to return. I don't want to eat anything that disgrace gives me,' he said, looking over at Grell, who was shaking with the bags from the store in his hands. I really hoped that he didn't have eggs in there, because if this went on, he was going to drop them.

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Ciel sat at the head side of the table, staring at Madame Red, who was sitting at the other side. I was sitting in the middle, wondering why the hell we were sitting so far away when there were only four of us. Yes, I said four. Apparently Lau was invited to the lunch-party too. He was sitting in front of me, looking at his tea as if that was the most interesting thing in the room at the moment. I was happy that he didn't bring the girl from the time before, because I really wouldn't know where to look if she had been sitting on his lap right now.

The thing that suddenly caught my interest was the way Ciel dressed. I had only seen him in his school uniform or the suit that he'd worn at home, but this was out of this world. He wore blue, but that wasn't the strange thing. The strange thing was that he was dressed like he was a noble's son from the Victorian Period. The only reason I knew how people dressed those days was because I had done a paper about Jack the Ripper in Middle School. And because I watch way too many movies. That didn't help either.

Looking as intensely at Ciel as I'd never had before, I also noticed that he was wearing two rings, one on his left thumb – an silver piece that hold an emerald-cut deep blue stone – and the other on his right hand, a gold ring. I could have said a lot of things at that moment but the only thing I could come up with was: 'Ciel, really, we need to get you some decent clothes soon. You look like you're going to a dress up party. And not in a good way.'

Sebastian chuckled, Madame Red and Lau just straight out laughed. Ciel frowned, but then sighed and said: 'I do not particular care about the way I look.'

I chuckled, holding in another comment such as: 'I figured that out the moment I saw you wearing an leather eye-patch. What are you, a pirate?' I had no idea how I managed to keep such a comment in my head and not blur it out, but I was happy that I managed to do so.

Ciel took his tea cup, took a sip and said: 'Another prostitute was murdered in Whitechapel yesterday.' He sounded formal.

I had heard Madame Red talk about the accident before, but I never really gave it much thought. Since Ciel was apparently involved in this case in some kind of way, I started to regret that I didn't. I didn't like not knowing something while everyone else seems to know.

'These aren't ordinary murders,' he went on. Geez, when were they? I had never heard of an ordinary murder. 'They're bizarre… No, you could fairly call them aberrant.'

Aberrant? Which fourteen year old kid says that?

Lau and Madame Red had been drinking tea peacefully until this point of the conversation, but when Sebastian started to talk, Madame Red let her tea cup stop before bringing it to her lips, looking at him with a strange look in her eyes. Grell, who was standing behind her like Sebastian was standing behind Ciel, looked instantly sad. As if he had known every single one of the murdered women.

'A very special blade was used on the most recent victim, Mary Ann Nicholas,' Sebastian spoke and I had to do my best not to melt when I finally heard his voice after so long. Although I would never admit it out loud, I had missed that perfect deep and calming voice. The only problem was that this voice wasn't saying really calming words at the moment. 'She was torn apart beyond all recognition.'

The only ones who seemed to be okay with this topic were Lau and Ciel. Lau just kept drinking tea and Ciel was eating his pie. I hadn't even touched my lunch nor my tea. I had lost my appetite the moment Ciel and Sebastian had come into the picture.

Ciel took another fork of pie and stuck it in his mouth. He spoke after swallowing the bite. 'Scotland Yard and the press call this guy: Jack the Copycat, because he seems like a copycat of Jack the Ripper.'

Jack the Ripper? At least that was something I knew about, which was great, since I hated to be in the dark.

Even Lau stopped drinking his tea now. 'Jack the Copycat, eh?' he said, more in a thinking sort of way than an asking sort of way.

'So I decided to take a look at the case from within London,' Ciel said, 'which is the reason I'm here. I cannot investigate the case when I'm not in the city that the crimes are taken place.'

It was silent in the room. Then, suddenly, Lau laughed softly. 'Do you have the guts to see the scene of those crimes?' he asked, making me frown. He did have a point. Ciel was only young. Earl or not, Queen's secret guard dog or not, seeing such a horrible thing could scar him. Then again, he'd seemed totally fine when he saw he corpse of the villager back in Barrymore. Maybe he'd already seen so many blood that he could handle a bit more of it. I knew it was the case with me.

'Ciel isn't just a kid,' I said, surprising myself. 'His eyes, or better to say 'eye', may be young, but it has seen much more than the average middle-aged men have seen these days.'

I was surprised that no one really said anything to nullify my statement, but Ciel did have a reaction on his own. 'I came here to dispel her worries. Don't ask foolish questions.'

The way Sebastian reacted made my blood turn into ice. He just looked at Ciel with that look, that heartless look that seemed so devilish that no one would have trouble believing what he is when they saw that face.

Lau didn't notice it. But he did notice the cold, emotionless look that Ciel had. 'Very nice, I like the look in your eye.'

Apparently the heavy conversation was done, because Madame Red had continued sipping tea and no one said anything important after that.

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After lunch, Sebastian and Ciel went out to take a look at the crime scene, and since Madame Red, Grell and Lau were going as well, I was allowed to come along.

The street, or rather the ally, was block with police tape and police cars were blocking the main street. A few people were standing around the police tape, trying to see anything, a glimpse of the corpse maybe. I, Madame Red, Grell and Lau didn't step any further than the tape, but Ciel and Sebastian didn't seem to care. Ciel ducked under the tape and walked up to the closest police man, who looked more like an investigator since he wasn't wearing a uniform. The man seemed nice and even smiled while he talked to Ciel about something I couldn't hear. I could see that Ciel wasn't looking friendly at the man, though.

Something Ciel said obviously upset the man, because the smile disappeared and he shouted in a nervous and surprised manor, as if he was supposed to act surprised but didn't have any idea how to do that. 'Corpse? Wha-what are you talking about-'

'Abberline!' another police-man asked, making me assume that the other guy's name was Abberline. The second guy looked way less nice and had glasses that looked way too old. What the men were saying next was again something I couldn't hear and I wished that I had the guts to also ignore the police tape and join them, but I didn't want to make Ciel angry. Not because angry Ciel was scary, which he was, but not enough to scare me away, but mostly because I was scared that my punishment would somehow involve Sebastian.

The conversation didn't last long. Ciel and Sebastian joined us not long after that, but walked away from the scene was if they had a clear direction.

'What are you going to do?' Anne asked as we walked through the streets. She was walking next to Ciel and Sebastian at the other side of him, leaving me, Grell and Lau to walk behind them and trying to hear Ciel's soft and almost monotone voice. 'The best thing would be to visit him,' he answered, as if that was fairly obvious.

I sighed, hated this dramatic secrecy and said: 'Earl Phamtohive! You don't mean-' I stopped dramatically mid-sentence and put my hand against my forehead, trying to be overdramatic as well as sarcastic.

The only problem was that Ciel couldn't care less about my act. 'Indeed I do,' he said, though I think he kind of said that to irritate me.

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'So, what are we doing here?' I asked as I read the sigh above the small building. Undertaker. What the hell? Next to the door was standing an old-looking coffin with a cross engraved in it. 'Are we going to choose a coffin for the victim?' I asked, not understanding this at all.

'No,' Sebastian said, the only one caring enough to give an answer. 'This is a funeral parlor run by an acquaintance of the Young Master's.'

'Okay, I had guessed the funeral parlor thing, the coffin kind of gave it away, but if we aren't here for a coffin then why are we here?'

This was a question that even Sebastian didn't care to answer as we walked into the dark and quite frankly smelly shop. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere and I had to restrain myself from putting a hand in front of my nose and mouth because I didn't want to seem impolite, but I also didn't want to smell that strange smell and to get dust in my nose, because my sneezes were about the most ungraceful thing on the earth.

Ciel walked farther into the shop while saying: 'Are you here, Undertaker?'

Wait, Undertaker was literally the guy's name? How come I'd missed all those weirdoes until now?

The room was filled with coffins and for some reason I got the feeling that they were filled. The creepy, dusty cases with all sorts of fluids in them made this whole scene creepier, and the table with the white, ghost like cloth and the mirror on top of it didn't help either. And I hadn't even said anything about the dusty human-doll in the corner. You know, those dolls that you have in biology classrooms, the ones where you can take all the organs out.

To top this all of, the room was suddenly filled with creepy laughter and if I hadn't grow up in a town that was creepy as fuck, I would have screamed. Or cried. Or both.

Then the voice spoke. 'I thought you would drop by,' it said, but I had absolutely no idea where it was coming from. Then something creaked, like footsteps on an old, wooden staircase. But I quickly noticed that that wasn't it. It was one of the coffins that was slowly pushed open.

'Welcome, Lord,' the voice said, revealing the one the voice belonged to.

When I looked around I saw Lau, Grell and Madame Red close to the door, looking terrified at the man with the long, grey hair and it was covering his eyes, which made me wonder about how he was able to see. The man had extensive black fingernails and a pretty serious scar on his face, that looked like it had been from a fatal injury. His robe was black and he was wearing a high top had, a grey scarf strapped across his chest and knotted by the hips. Everything about this man screamed 'odd'. But I wasn't scared. Not like Lau, Madame Red and Grell, in any case.

The funniest thing was the fact that his voice while looking at the happy smile on his face was rather funny, not scary. I actually seemed kind of adorable in that coffin of his. 'Is today the day you'll condescend to enter one of my special coffins?' he asked Ciel, and I felt like I could almost see his eyes sparkle behind his hair.

Ciel sounded rather tired, as if he'd been in this situation way too much. 'Certainly not. Today I-'

The grey haired guy popped out of his coffin to cover Ciel's mouth with his incredible pale hand. 'You don't have to tell me. I know,' he said and I really didn't know what it was, but something about his voice was incredible funny. Or maybe it was the situation in combination with his voice. I wasn't sure. 'That wasn't the kind of customer fit for respectable people. I'll have you know, I made her beautiful.' I wasn't sure what that meant.

Then I caught Sebastian looking at me. He looked at me from head to toe and I could just see in his eyes that he was wondering why the hell I wasn't afraid of this guy. That or I was just reading too much into it and he wasn't just thinking how ridiculous I looked in my dark blue dress and black trainees. But then again, his master was dressed way worse today. Did I mention that he wore a Victorian-style coat as well? And a top hat. A. Top. Hat. Maybe he was trying to seem longer, but it just looked ridiculous.

'I want to hear about it,' Ciel said, not reacting to the man's weirdness at all.

Lau, who had gotten over the shock by now, just as Madame Red and Grell had (though Grell still looked scared to death), opened his mouth. 'Ah, I see, so the funeral parlor is your cover business. So, how much for the information?'

The man pulled the most innocent little face before almost bumping into Lau. 'I have no desire for any if the Queen's coins!' he said, almost as if he was cheerleading or something. Then he turned to look at Ciel and almost bumped into him, speaking with him while I could almost see the guys breath on Ciel's face. 'Come on, Earl, give it to me! Give me prime laughter! Do that and I'll tell you anything.'

From all the things I had heard once we walked into this shop, this had been the most hilarious thing to be said and I just burst out laughing.

And my laugh is the worst. I sounded like a suffocating horse. Or even worse. But the moment I began to laugh, I just couldn't stop. There weren't many moments where I could have or when I wanted to and right now, my low amount of laughing seemed to have gotten to me.

Apparently my laugh sounded so utterly ridiculous that even Ciel chuckled. But the man with the grey hair didn't just chuckle, he also burst out laughing. 'What was that?' he asked. 'That's the kind of laughter that could make anyone laugh! Ahahaha, I've seen my Utopia!' he said, now placing his face in my business. And with business, I meant my face. 'You are a true precious, my dear. Told I maybe hire you as a part-timer or-'

Ciel cleared his throat. 'I'm sorry, but I do believe that you said you would tell us everything.'

'Yes, yes!' he said, finally letting go of my hands that he had grabbed while breathing his breath in my face.

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I wasn't sure why a guy that didn't even have tea cups had tea in his parlor, but he had. This man – who everyman called 'the Undertaker' so I guess I have to call him that as well, even though it doesn't really sound like a real name – pour the tea into some of his empty bottles, but I wasn't even going to touch mine. No way in hell.

All the none-butlers had taken place on the coffins that were lying on the ground. I checked the one I was sitting on before I sat down, because I didn't want to sit on a coffin with a corpse in it.

'These days I often get costumers who are incomplete,' the Undertaker told us. He had the creepy organ-human-doll in his hands and was petting it like it was his dog.

'Incomplete?' Sebastian asked, asking for more explanation.

'Yes, incomplete… The wombs are missing,' the Undertaker answered while still petting the doll. 'Though the killer makes quite violent splatter, the wombs themselves are neatly cut out.'

Sebastian was again the one to react. The rest of us were way to shocked to speak. 'It was done on a public road, even if it was not a high-traffic one wouldn't such an excision have been difficult for an amateur, particularly in the middle of the night.'

My mind somehow wasn't shocked enough to refrain itself from making snarky comments. Way to go, Sherlock Holmes. Does Sebastian like to play detective all of the sudden?

The Undertaker stood up from his coffin and set the doll back to his place. 'You're a sharp one, butler. That was my opinion as well.' He walked over to Ciel, putting a hand softly against his throat. 'First, the Copycat slashes their throats with a sharp hand weapon,' his other hand went towards Ciel's belly, 'then cuts this part open and takes what's precious to them.'

With the hand that wasn't at Ciel's belly, the Undertaker poked Ciel in his cheek before releasing him from his grip. As the stood up again, not really straight, but I started to think that his guy always walked like Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. 'I'm sure there will be more victims. People like that won't stop until someone stops them. Can you do it, oh villainous noble Lord Phantomhive?'

The only emotion that Ciel had on his face was indifference. And I wasn't even sure if that was an emotion or not. 'On the honour of my family crest,' he said, 'I eliminate anyone who defiles the Queen's garden, without exception and by any means necessary.'

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So that was chapter fourteen! I loved writing the scenes with the Undertaker, I just think that guy is freaking adorable. XD

I probably won't post anything until Friday and I'm not sure if I will write during Christmas Break, so you'll have to wait and see (sorry)!