Bang bang, into the roof!

Okay, I really don't like that song, but it's stuck in my head and I can't get it out and ARGH! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Hearing Ariana Grande in your head while trying to write is really hard, especially if you have to write about demons and murders and stuff like that, so that totally sucked.

But yeah, I don't own Kuroshitsuji, wish I did, but nope, but I do own Clarissa and every OC that won't come into this story (seriously, I'm not planning on any other OC's. At least not in this story. Maybe I change my mind later, but I don't think so).

Thank you for reviewing and reading!

Enjoy chapter… eighteen? (checks whether this is chapter eighteen or not) Yes, eighteen.

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Chapter 18

Ciel looked at her as he saw her eyes going purple. He frowned. 'Clarissa… You might want to look into a mirror for a bit…'

'Sorry?' she asked, touching her hair as though that was the thing that didn't look right.

Ciel tried to say it without sounding confused himself, but he couldn't manage to do so. 'Your eyes… they… have become purple.' But as he said it, her eyes started to change until her natural colour had come back. What just happened?

'What?' she asked, looking around for a mirror. The only mirror in the room was the one hanging above the chimney.

'No, never mind,' he said as she looked at herself in the mirror. He strangled his hands together and sighed. He should ask Sebastian about this as soon as he came back.

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Clarissa's POV

'This is no time to be playing chess,' Ciel told Madame Red as he moved a chess piece.

We were sitting in Madame Red's living room, but after the awkward conversation between me and Ciel this morning, we hadn't talked, so I had no idea what the plan was. Were we supposed to follow her? Was she an official suspect? I didn't know. And I hated that.

'Working obsessively will lead to no good,' was Madame Red's answer as she moved a chess piece. 'Why don't you leave everything to Sebastian?'

Speaking of Sebastian, where had he'd been up until now? Now he was standing next to the case full of silverware and plates, cleaning the silver spoons with a white piece of cloth, but I had no idea what he'd been doing. Or what he'd found out.

Why didn't they tell me anything? I guess I still wasn't really part of the team.

'He's just my chess piece,' Ciel answered as he moved another piece. 'I'm the one who moves him by giving order.'

I sat on the ground – don't ask why because I wasn't sure either, but at least the floor had really thick, soft carpet – and gave Ciel a look. Unless he doesn't listen, of course.

Madame Red moved a chess piece, but didn't respond.

'But he's not an ordinary chess piece,' Ciel went on, 'he can advance as many squares as he likes at once.' He took out his hand to move a chess piece, but I couldn't see from my position on the floor what it was. 'Like this.'

I guessed that he had taken one of Madame Red's chess pieces, because she looked surprised and defeated to the chess board. 'That against the rules!' she said, but I'm pretty sure that whatever Ciel had just done, it wasn't.

Then I realised that she wasn't talking about the chess game, but about Ciel's game. And with 'game', I meant his life. 'Yes, if this were a game, it would be.'

What a strange thing for Ciel to say. He always said that this were a game, not that they weren't. The next thing he said made it a bit clearer though. 'But rules have no meaning in this world. There are always knights who break the rules and pawns who betray.' That last part he said with a sinister tone in his voice, looking at Madame Red as if he meant her.

Which he probably did, but if I were him, I wouldn't want the main suspect to know that you are suspecting him.

But Ciel wasn't finished talking yet. 'If you let your guard down, then before you know it...' He picked up a chess piece, but I again couldn't see what it was and where he put it. '…It's checkmate.'

Madame Red sighed and since she didn't move a chess piece, I knew that Ciel had just defeated her for the third time in a row. 'You have other options in life besides being the Queen's guard dog,' she then said. 'My sister… Your mother must have wanted something else for you, too. And yet you returned to the Underworld…'

Geez, lady. That sounded dark. And okay, maybe she was a bit right, I mean, Ciel did make a contract with a demon, but she didn't know about that, so from her point of view, she was being overdramatic. Or so I thought.

Then she said something that no one in this room wanted to hear, but everyone knew. 'Is it because you're trying to avenge your parents?'

I was surprised that Ciel answered her seriously, but his words made me confused. It felt like he was saying the truth, but this words seemed to be going against a lot of things I thought I knew. 'Revenge won't bring back the dead. And it definitely wouldn't make them happy,' he said. 'I didn't come back to the Phantomhive house for my predecessors' sakes.' He looked at his hands for a while, looking at the blue ring the wore on this thumb. 'I did it for me,' he finally said, looking up to face his aunt. 'I just want to make the people who betrayed and defiled my family suffer the same humiliation and pain that I suffered.'

Humiliation? I got the pain part, but humiliation? When was he humiliated? The only thing I could think of was his eye, but it was already clear that that was his own doing, by making a contract with Sebastian.

Madame Red closed her eyes for a while, with a sad smile on her face. 'I still remember the day you were born.'

Oh, apparently we're going to change topics.

'You were so tiny and cute,' she went up as she stood from her chair, walking up to Ciel. 'I just thought "I must protect him".' He put her hand on his head, still smiling that sad smile of hers. 'I wasn't able to have a child, but I think of you as my own.' He bend down so she could face him properly.

I looked away, to Sebastian. He looked back at me, a silver knife in his hands. The looks we exchanged confirmed that we both didn't believe she was speaking the truth. No mother would leave her son in a house so far away from her, only because of her work. A real mother would insist of taking him in and would take care of the traumatised child. She did not.

'I wish you would leave the Underw-'

Ciel slapped her hand away. 'Being here now is something I wanted and something I chose,' Ciel said, ignoring Madame Red's shocked look. He did look straight at her when he said these words though: 'I don't regret it and I don't want anyone to spoil me.'

Well, Sebastian and your enormous fortune are spoiling you quite a bit, sir. Though, those two both weren't really people.

Madame Red sighed and straightened herself. 'I should leave for work,' she said, walking towards the door. 'Sebastian?' she asked, standing in the doorway.

He looked up from his silverware. 'Yes, my lady?'

'Don't stray from the boy's side,' she said, looking way too concerned to be real.

A smile that no one would trust appeared on his face. But the words he said were so sincere that no one could every doubt them. 'Fear not, I shall stay by his side 'till the very end.'

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We stayed in the house, even though Madame Red had left. Which was logical, seeing how I was still kind of living here and Ciel had said that he would stay until the Copycat-case had come to a close.

Sebastian went to cook dinner and Grell went to clean up the rooms upstairs, because Ciel had given him that order and said that he 'didn't want to see his face unless it was absolutely necessary'. So that left me and Ciel alone in the living room.'

I was staring out of the window, looking how the rain fell down and the lightning made the darkness outside go away for a few seconds.

'The world can be completely swallowed by darkness,' I said, making Ciel look away from his book to give me a confused look.

'Huh?' he said, not trying to be polite with me, which I actually liked more than when he acted all high and mighty.

I also like the interested he seemed to have in my words, making me put more effort in explaining what I had meant. 'Night doesn't care whether your rich or poor, famous or forgotten. Everyone gets consumed by darkness if there's no light for them to follow.'

'That's true, I guess,' Ciel said after a while. 'But I do think that there are ways for people to stay in the light even without light to guide themselves.'

'Maybe,' was my reaction. After that we were silent again, but after a while, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I stood up. 'I'm going to check how Sebastian is doing,' I said, even though me and Ciel both knew that that didn't need a check-up. Sebastian was amazing in everything that he did and he knew that.

'Hello, Sebastio,' I said, trying to make 'hello' rhyme with 'Sebastian'. Which was clearly kind of impossible.

Sebastian looked at me with one of his eyebrows pulled up. He was stirring something with a spoon, but it looked sort of strange.

'You never use any electronic when you cook, do you?' I asked as I pulled myself on the kitchen counter and sat there, swaying my legs up and down as I observed at him.

'No, I don't,' he said. 'I find that the food I make comes out better when using own power and effort.'

'Show-off,' I muttered, letting my legs hang as I felt kind of defeated.

A small smile appeared on his face. 'Sorry, what was that?' he asked, clearly giving me a chance to take my words back.

Which I of course didn't do. 'I said that you are a show-off. And I bet you don't even know how to use electronic cooking utensils.'

He laughed. 'That might be true, but I do think that that, in this case, does not matter. If I wanted to learn I could, I just prefer not to.'

'What's on the menu today?' I asked.

Sebastian sighed and said. 'It's a secret,' but then he smiled and said: 'Chicken, carrots and potatoes with a special sauce.'

'Sounds great,' I said, though I didn't need to know the menu to know that I would like it. 'Why didn't you save me?' I asked in the same light tone as our conversation had been up until now, but with much harsher words.

Sebastian went along with my light-tone-but-harsh-words-conversation. 'Because I didn't want you to be saved,' he answered, not looking at me anymore.

I wasn't sure how to react to that. I thought about it for a while and then I said the only thing I could think of. 'I guess I should've seen that answer coming.' I jumped off the kitchen counter and started to walk out of the kitchen when Sebastian stopped me with one of his gloved hands. 'Why are you leaving?' he asked me, seeming seriously troubled by the fact that I was.

'You just literally said that you hate me so much that you want to get me killed,' I said, not trying to free myself from his grip, but wishing to be able to free myself, 'so I thought that you probably didn't enjoy my company.'

Then he did the only thing that could possibly confuse me more. He pulled me towards him and put his hands around me, hugging me as though he wanted to console me.

After a while a I opened my mouth. 'You're not trying to hug me to death, are you?' I asked, only a bit serious. 'Because that's the only logical solution I can come up with at the moment.'

'Hmm,' was his only reaction and I felt his breath against my neck.

Suddenly, I got scared. 'You're not thinking for doing weird things to me, are you?' I asked, every single word sounded like a question.

'Depends on what you define as 'weird',' he answered, but I could hear that he was joking.

'Well, don't bite me,' I said and even though that was meant to be a joke, it sounded way to serious to be one.

'Don't tempt me,' he said and I screamed a small scream when I felt a sudden pain in my neck.

I pushed him away, a hand on my neck. 'You bit me!' I said, trying not to scream since I was scared that Ciel would be able to hear me.

Sebastian slightly tilted his head to the right. 'And what if I did?' he asked, licking his lips in a way that wasn't sexy, but scary.

I grabbed the big spoon from the kitchen counter. 'You've told me that drinking someone's blood was a very ungraceful thing to do.'

'Yes,' he said, very serious. 'I dare even say it's barbaric.'

Somewhere in my mind someone was calling me, telling me that he was only trying to distract me so that I wouldn't ask the hard questions. But for now, I ignored the voice. Mostly because I needed the distraction as well. 'Then why did you…'

'I didn't drink anything did I?' he asked, folding his hands behind his back and looking as innocent as he possibly could.

I narrowed my eyes, still holding the spoon like a sword. 'But that doesn't mean that you weren't planning on-'

'What are you guys doing?' someone asked.

We both turned around. Ciel stood in the doorway, with one eyebrow pulled up.

I immediately dropped the spoon and it fell on the ground with a loud noise, making me cringe. Ciel was still waiting for an answer. 'Err, trying to kill a vampire?' I asked, pointing at Sebastian.

Ciel didn't look convinced. 'With a spoon?' he asked.

'It was a silver spoon,' I muttered as I bowed down to pick it up.

Ciel sighed and approached us. 'I do believe that you're talking about werewolves, not vampires,' he said as he took the spoon from me. 'And I think you can't handle a weapon like this.' He handed the spoon to Sebastian. 'Grell just told me that he would leave to pick up Madame Red at eleven. We will leave soon after that, so make sure everything is prepared by then.'

I looked confused at them. 'Yes, my Lord,' Sebastian said, or course knowing the plan that I wasn't aware of.

I considered gently asking, but I was way too annoyed for that now. 'Guys!' I moaned. 'You can't leave me out of this! What are we going to do?'

Ciel closed his eye for a moment, before saying: '"We" aren't doing to do anything. You will stay here and wait for their return, also cover for us when they come back earlier than us and me and Sebastian will track Grell and possibly Madame Red.'

'That sounds like a horrible plan!' It didn't, but I really didn't want to be left out again.

'No, it doesn't,' Ciel said, knowing all too well what I was thinking. 'Sebastian made the plan himself.'

I gave Sebastian a cold glare, pressing my lips together and thinking 'traitor!' in my head. His reaction was just a polite smile, but something about it made me think that there was more behind me staying here. Would he tried to get me killed again if I were to come with them? And if that was it, then why didn't he insist on taking me with them, so that I could get killed? Wasn't that what he wanted? I know that everyone always says that guys are confusing, but it seemed that demons were even worse.

Ciel sighed again and rolled his eye. 'You two are really starting to piss me off. What are you, a comedic duo?'

Now I was the one to sigh. If we were, things would probably be a lot less complicated.

I didn't say that out loud though.

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That evening, after Grell left, we were standing in the entrance hall. Sebastian already had his coat on and was helping Ciel with his. Cause, apparently, the great Lord Ciel Phantomhive couldn't put on his own coat.

Sebastian held the car door open as I stood there in front of the door, in my dress in the rain. I was surprised when Sebastian actually walked towards me after closing the car door. 'Your bow is crocked,' he said, readjusting the bow on my dress. As he did that I watched him closely, his long eyelashes and his beautiful face.

I wasn't sure why I wasn't scared of him anymore. But as I watched him readjusting the bow with a slight smile on his face, the only thing I wanted was to talk to him. Ask him more about demons and how he viewed humans. How he managed to stay true to Ciel while also stay true to his demonic nature. I wanted to find out of old he was, and I wanted to hear everything about the life he'd lived.

Suddenly Sebastian grabbed my face, pulling it up so he could look at it probably. He looked into my eyes as if they were the most beautiful things in the world. 'Green eyes, check!' he said jokingly. 'No purple.'

As he looked at me like that, I couldn't help myself. Now that I look back at it, I shouldn't have. I should've just watched him step into the car and leave. I shouldn't even have looked at him. But I did.

And as he looked into my eyes with that smile of his, I leaned forward to press my lips – only for a split second – to his.

He froze under my touch, not even letting out a breath. The only thing that changed was that his smile had faded and his eyes had lost the amused twinkle.

'I'm sorry,' I muttered and after that I fled back inside and closed the door before he could say or do anything.

I let myself slide down against the door and covered my face with my hands.

What had I done?

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Chapter eighteen has ended!

So I'll try and comment on every review from now on, unless I really don't know how to react. I think that most of my reactions will just be thanks, but yeah.

BlackMoon901: I'm glad you liked it! But please don't die, there is still so much stuff that is going to happen!

promocat: yeah, true, but I don't like to write short chapters, because I don't like reading short chapters. (I hope that sounded logical.)

Lestatsgirl15: Interesting is one of the biggest compliments I can get! I'm always scared that my chapters are boring, so thanks!

Nelisa: It isn't necessarily her behaviour (I mean her thoughts aren't really the most angelic thoughts in the world)… But I don't want to give too much away!

ycsitmc: Sorry if that bored you, but I don't regret putting her in that position, since that was the opportunity for Ash to appear.

wolf-akuma: Jup, I'm actually really proud that I thought of that! (and now I'm a bit ashamed that I just said such an arrogant thing)

So… does anyone have any idea what's going to happen next? I feel like I've made it way too obvious in chapter 17, but I'm not sure if I dislike that or not. Maybe it's a good thing that the 'audience' knows before Clarissa does!