A/N: Aww...not many reviews to this so far. I might edit the summary or the first chapter to make it more interesting.

Warning: Not much, just mentions of creepy Undertaker dreams

Disclaimer: If I owned Black Butler, this wouldn't be fanfiction.

Chapter 2: Amuse Me with a Dream Come True

The small bakery was simple enough. Pale cream colored tables lined light blue walls that were cracked due to age. Small, yet effective, lanterns hung from ceiling banisters waving back and forth precariously above their heads. The darkening daylight was making it more and more difficult to notice the slight cracks in the was rather late, Felix had to admit, and Kurt would have to return home soon.

The boy seemed to notice this as well, and with widened eyes he grinned and slapped a hand against the table, jostling Felix from his thoughts and making the few customers around them jolt slightly at the harsh sound.

"I'd almost forgotten!"Kurt said in awe,"I met a grim reaper today!"

Felix, now used to his dreams appearing in the boy's 'reality', cocked his head curiously. "Did you now?"

Kurt's green eyes glittered with the excitement of repeating a tale. He told Felix of the eerie mortician with the scary laugh and wide smile. He explained how utterly filthy the shop had been and how Felix's dusty workplace couldn't compare to the disgusting beakers and scent of rotting corpse. The elder of the two shivered at the memory of the old man in his childhood. Silver hair and black cloaks. Zombied face masked emotions with crazed amusement.

"I know who you think you saw. He is a crazed man that I dont want you to approach any further."Felix gave him a serious gaze that was rarely shown in the golden eyes of the playful man,"If he is, in fact, real, then he can be manipulative."

"But he wasn't manipulative. He didn't even have me pay him for the information."Kurt protested. Felix grunted and leaned his irritated face on his fist.

"Are you sure about that?"The elder notioned,"You had to tell him a joke to gain information. Therefore you slightly trust him for his frivilous manner and proceeded to give him information from then onward. What did you ask him specifically?"

"I asked if he was the famed immortal mortician."

"That shows him you read the newspapers and may be connected to them somehow."

"But I didn't say that!" Kurt frowned,"Not directly! I only mentioned that my friend was a publisher!"

"Are you-wait, what did you tell him?"

"I-I told him that you were a publisher, although I didn't mention what paper."

Felix sighed and rubbed his temples before giving Kurt a more gentle smile and a light chuckle.

"You didn't have to. He knew from your previous conversation what paper you were discussing."Felix stated,"If you had been talking about a completely different topic, or another newspaper, my image wouldn't have appeared in your head."

Kurt tried to protest but simply gaped before letting out a predetermined sigh of defeat.

"Sounds like quite the adventure."a female voice mused.

The two looked up from their conversation to see a fairly young waitress with blond tendrils gracing her elegant face lined with pale freckles. Felix gave her a charming smile.

"That it does."He mused and gave her a quick wink.

She blushed slightly before passing them two sheets of pale parchment with different confections scribbled in. The waitress poured them two cups of freshly brewed tea before introducing herself. The tea was relativley weak, Felix noticed and poured his tea leaves into Kurts for the child's benefit. He disliked strong tea, but it would give him more vitamins and help him grow. Kurt eyed the signifigantly darkened tea with mild disgust.

"I'm Amile and I shall be serving you today. Have you decided what you would like to order?" Felix held out his menu for Amile to take, which she did quickly.

"I'll just have a small slice of cake, no topping." The girl nodded and turned to the child who had his tongue between his teeth in deep thought. The tea cup lay steaming in his small hands and his eyebrows were furrowed with the weighted decesion of what dessert to choose and wether or not to consume the tea.

It was rather comical and Amile put a gentle hand to her lips to conceal laughter. Felix cleared his throat, in which Kurt looked up abruptly and blushed slightly in embarrassment before handing her the menu.

"Two scones please!"

She nodded with a warm smile at the two. "I'll be back shortly with your orders."

Felix looked at her walk away with mild interest. Her hips swayed rather nicely and her blond curls fell just above her hip. A natural beauty that was keen to the eye. Kurt coughed and motioned with his thumb to the waitress behind him.

"Interested?" Felix hummed as he mulled that over before shaking his head.

"No, just admiring the view."

At Kurt's slightly confused face Felix chuckled,"You'll understand in a few years."

"Yeah, whatever..."

There was a comfortable silence as the two males simply enjoyed each other's company before Felix turned at the ring of the door bell. His eyes widened as a man from his nightmares stepped in.

Kurt visibly glistened with pride that he had not been imagining things the entire day.

Obsidian hair that rivaled the night sky and red eyes so crimson that even blood didn't compare to it's color. Pupils that were slit into almost cat-like visionaries.

His heart was thumping wildly and he unbuttoned the first clasp on his coat to release himself from the somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere. It was the butler. The black butler with a tailored suit strewn from expensive velvet linens and borderline silk gloves that had a color akin to cream.

But if none of those gave his identity away, the overall feeling around him reeked of a morbid stench similar to that of a rose being burnt in light flames. His aura was demeaning and direct.

Felix was frozen to the spot, pale as a ghost when the butler approached their table, though the publisher was praying to god that it wasn't true.

"Excuse me sirs, are you busy at the moment?" His calm voice held a edge of danger that, had Felix not known what he was, would have gone unnoticed.

"Actually, we were just about to leave."The publisher decided quickly, sending a quick glance at Amile who caught his panicking gaze and cocked her head in confusion.

"The bill!" he mouthed to her.

Amile nodded quickly and gave a few longing glances towards the demon as she did so. The waitress disappeared for only a moment before she walked to them carrying a thin piece of paper with bill inscribed with dull black ink.

The butler frowned slightly as Felix paid quickly, shillings and other various items clanked against the table. Felix wasn't sure he even paid the correct amount before he nodded in goodbye to Amile and gave a dip of his head to the butler.

"So sorry sir. We must be on our way." and with that he dashed off with Kurt's arm firmly in his grasp.

He could feel many pairs of eyes and a dark shadow follow his dramatic exit. It was both annoying and frightening.

"Felix! Felix! Where are we going?" The boy struggled in the man's almost inhuman grasp as he fought to keep up with Felix's fast pace.

The streets of London were practically deserted and street lights provided no comfort as the dark being chasing them would have no trouble in simply snatching them away.

'To tell the truth...'he thought as his and Kurt's breathing grew labored,'If he's truly the Sebastian of my dreams, we have no chance of escape..."

Felix held on to the small hope that, perhaps, he was mistaken. It was a common case of misconception on his part and this Sebastian had nothing to do with the demon lingering in his subconscious mind. A careful hand on his shoulder crushed the hope with no chance of it returning. Kurt visibly gulped as Felix sweated nervously. Sebastian stood behind them with a slightly irritated gaze.

"Now then, my young master is expecting us."