Chapter 4: His Sister, Capricious

        Sounds of city chatter were muffled within the inside of the carriage, which bounced with every step of the horses’ hooves. It wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest, in fact it was actually quite relaxing. However, the mood within wasn’t so. It was unusually quiet; there was none of your usual banter with Sebastian, who was currently driving your mode of transport, nor with your brother. Just silence. No tension, no anger, no sadness lay in the air. Just pure, peaceful silence.

        But silence was nowhere near the norm for your bunch.

        Ciel sat across from you, dressed in his black and blue public attire: a black coat, a big blue bow that matched his uncovered eye, and his top hat. In his hand was a red sealed letter, and he stared down at the seal, deep in thought.

        “I do hope coming all the way out here is worth the trouble.” He mumbled.

        “I’d say this is more for you than me. You’re the one who’s stressed about everything all the time. Although, you are the earl, so it’s only natural you have more responsibilities and duties than someone like me could ever imagine. So, I suppose it’s not your fault you drown yourself in work all the time and barely get any sleep or socialize much.”

        “Are you done with your little lecture?”

        “Oh, angered that your little sister is right?” He rolled his eye, which you merely found amusing. “Ha, like it or not, I do know a thing or two about compassion.”

        “It’s not stress that’s bothering me.”

        “Sure it isn’t.”

        “Hmph. It’s not like you don’t have a major role in the company either. Plus, you wake up at ungodly hours, perform manual labor, practice martial arts, and not to mention constantly sticking your nose into my business where it doesn’t belong. I’d say you have just as busy a schedule as me, if not more so.” It was your turn to huff now. “I’m sure you’d like a break from time to time as well.”

        “Personally, I don’t mind noise too much. It keeps everything lively and interesting, a constant variety in your life. There’s never a dull moment among noise.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against your seat. “Why do I even need to be here anyway?” Your game with him was also a constant one, but, secretly, he enjoyed playing it. 

        “Because as you said, you’re my sister.”

        “So you can’t live without me yet you find me annoying? Hypocrite.”

        “You know that’s not what I’m saying.” He sighed. “Why must you make things more difficult?”

        “To alleviate some of your stress with humor, of course.”

        “I think you’re only making it worse.”

        “Sure, if you say so, but I wouldn’t be here if that were the case now would I?”

        “You know exactly why you’re here.” You smirked. So close; he nearly admitted it this time. Maybe one day yet you’d hear the magic words, ‘I need you’. The carriage began to slow before finally it stopped, and not a minute later door opened, letting in some much-needed sunlight in your opinion. Your game would have to be put on pause.

        “My lord, my lady.” You swore his smirk turned up ever so slightly as he said this, and you frowned as he helped Ciel down.

        “Sebastian.” Your displeasure didn’t last long as you hopped out of the carriage into the fresh air. “How was the city?”

        “The usual.”

        “Boring as always then for you?” He chuckled as you all began to ascend the stairs to the smaller abode your brother owned.

        “I wouldn’t necessarily call it boring. There is always amusement to be found somewhere in a city such as this.”

        “Oh, I’m sure London is nothing compared to the kingdoms you must’ve seen in your day.” 

        “Please, you make me sound so old.”

        “What, a few thousand years, at least what I assume, isn’t old in the demon world?”

        “Let’s just say, if I was a human, I may as well only be twenty.”

        “Still old from a child’s perspective though, isn’t it.”

        “Yes, I can see how a child might think that.” He smiled as he opened the front door, allowing you three to enter. Your game with Sebastian was similar to the one you played with Ciel, but ultimately quite different. One that the demon butler didn’t dislike in the slightest.

        “I don’t want to make you seem too old now, but it must be so dull for you after years to see the same old thing.”

        “Cities have their own appeals. They are always bustling with people, always changing more than you may think, and many interesting things happen because of it.” You nudged Ciel in the side.

        “See, even Sebastian agrees.” Your brother rolled his eyes as you smiled back at the butler. “You’ve got a good point. The change in lifestyles is a reason we’re here, after all.” You all began to make your way upstairs, following the sunlight shining in from the large paned window just up the first set of stairs.

        “I hate this. There are too many people in London.”

        “There is no helping it, my lord.”

        “Yeah, Ciel. It’s a city, what do you expect? Besides, it’s not that bad. You might even learn how to socialize here if you put some effort into it.” He stopped mid step.

        “Odd coming from someone with barely any friends herself.”

        “Except I have more friends than you at the moment. You’re basically a social outcast, brother.” He went quiet for a moment, before he scoffed and continued his ascent. 

        “Hmph. Your only friends are the servants, so do they really even qualify? Besides, I don’t have time for that, much less to waste time coming all the way out here.”

        “It’s tradition for the nobility to migrate en masse to town from the country every season.” Sebastian informed.

        “The season, eh? No matter how it’s phrased, I still say it’s a waste of time if you ask me.” 

        “Getting away from the manor could prove a nice change of pace. It’s a break from those four at least.”

        “Hey those are my friends you’re talking about. They’re not so bad.”

        “Cleaning up after them is always a chore though, even you must admit, my lady.”
 
        “…Yeah I guess you’ve got a point. They can be pretty clumsy.”
 
        “That is an understatement.” You laughed at Sebastian’s remark. “In any case, we can all enjoy a little peace and quiet for a time.”
 
        “Some peace and quiet does sound nice.”

        “Maybe that’s not so bad-” You didn’t even get the chance to finish your statement as Sebastian opened the door, you three met with the absolute mess the office was in, which was caused by none other than your three uninvited guests. 

        “Ugh, goodness sake! Where do they keep the tea in this house?” Madame Red groaned as she rummaged through the book case, tossing one of the books aside as she searched for her target. Her butler was just sitting at the desk stacked with more books, also helping his master in her quest. Lau, who was dumping out one of the flower vases onto the floor, sighed as well.

        “I can’t find it either.”

        “Don’t be silly! Of course it’s not in there.” For some reason, none of them noticed you all standing there, dumbfounded as they continued to ransack every nook and cranny of the room. You placed your hand over atop your face, massaging your temples with your fingers to brace yourself for what was about to occur.

        “Oh boy. So much for tranquility.” Ciel then angrily stepped into the room and barked out at the intruders.

        “Madame Red!? Lau!? Why are you here!?” Instead of acting surprised at your presence, your aunt merely rose back up and sent you both a smile.

        “Ciel, (Y/n)… you’re early dears.” To get rid of the uncomfortable silence, you smiled at her.

        “Hey auntie.” Then you caught sight of her butler, trying to hide behind the mountain of books on the desk. “Hi Grell.” His cheeks grew a great scarlet red.

        “Hello as well, Lady (Y/n). It’s nice to see you.” Following suit, Lau rose to his feet with the empty vase still in his hands and smirked at the both of you.

        “Your sudden appearances here in town must mean one thing.” Thinking what the other was, Madame Red finished for him with a smirk of her own.

        “The Queen’s Guard Dog and his nose have a new scent to follow.” Everyone stood in suspension, Ciel’s hardened gaze unwavering as he met his aunt’s. To ease the sudden serious atmosphere of the room, you held up your hands in mock surrender, smiling.

        “Caught us red-handed, Madame Red.” You giggled at your own joke.

        “Quite so. Call it an aunt’s intuition.” 

        “Come with me.” Unlike your cheerful exterior, Ciel’s voice was cold and demanding. It silenced the whole room and compelled everyone to obey and follow him out the room.

        Tension settled over your merry bunch, the heavy weight of the subject of your appearance on everyone’s minds. That is, until it was promptly broken by your cheeky whispering to the butler walking beside you, although quietly enough so that only he could hear.

        “So what was that about peace and quiet, Sebastian?” A continue on your regular game. Both your gazes remained fixed in front of you so that neither your guests behind you nor your brother leading the pack could hear your conversation.

        “Just a few seconds ago it was quite so, but now the only thing that’s breaking it is you, my lady. You’re the only one I can hear besides myself.”

        “I’d hardly call this peaceful, so really I broke nothing that wasn’t already in pieces. But if you want to go by your logic, then you’re guilty as well, since you just admitted that you are willingly talking to me.”

        “How childish.” You grinned.

        “What else did you expect? You did choose to engage me, after all.”

        “So I did. I suppose you’re correct.”

        “You don’t sound so glum about it, and I can usually hear your underlying sarcasm too. It’s not too hard to pick up once you’ve heard it for so long, so what gives?”

        “If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like you’re the one who’s disappointed by my indifference. Are you trying to annoy me on purpose?”

        “No, well not usually. Actually, I’m glad you’re not irritated with me right now. I wouldn’t want to piss off the only person in this whole group of misfits I can actually talk to. From Lau to how… invasive Madame Red can be,” a shudder passed down the poor demon butler’s spine, “especially now that she’s found out about my lead, I figure we have to look out for each other now so neither of us loses their minds.”

        “How very considerate of you, my lady. Truth be told, I was thinking the same thing. You’re my last line of sanity in this bunch.” For some reason, that actually made you feel really happy. Now you of all people understood Sebastian harbored no true emotions towards you as much as any other human; you were only his master’s sister to him. However, pretending to be needed by him for something so trivial was nice, even if to him he was only using you. “Although, I’ve never had anyone willing to, as you say, ‘look out for me’ before. You’re the first.”

        “Really? What a shocker, I wonder why.” His lips twitched to a smirk at hearing your playful sarcasm. He absolutely loved to play along during these conversations. You were surprisingly entertaining.

        “Yes, as surprising as it may be, I’ve always been more of a solitary person.” That nearly made you laugh, and you had to bite your lip to keep you from doing so, less you face Ciel’s wrath.

        “But you seem so independent. Why would someone like you have to rely on anyone for anything?”

        “Even the strongest of us can grow weary being at the top. This is a nice break from that.” That made you quirk a brow. After all your time conversing with him, you could tell when he was being completely sarcastic, slightly sarcastic, or serious. And this time was definitely serious. You had to admit, you were completely caught off guard. Sebastian usually wasn’t so open, even to you. True, many personal conversations had been shared between you two, but he was essentially admitting to a weakness, something he never did. Being an immortal, doing such a thing would normally end his life. You felt honored he trusted you with this information, and again you felt a warmth in your chest. The powers of a demon’s manipulation truly surprised you.

        “Well, I suppose you should start getting used to it now. I don’t know about you, but personally I don’t think I’ll last if they stay here much longer, no matter how much I love my aunt.”

        “Indeed. We’ve swapped one group of halfwits for another.”

        “Except these ones are completely insane.”

        “It appears we’ll just have to wait for true relaxation.”

        “I didn’t know you could relax.” Red orbs briefly flickered to you, before settling back ahead.

        “There’s a lot you don’t about me, my lady.”

        You had to pause your game once more as you all entered the dining room, where you and Sebastian had to temporarily part ways. He left to quickly prepare everyone tea, while much to your aunt’s delight, you all took your respective seats. You and Lau sat next to Ciel and Madame Red sat across from him, Grell standing behind her looking unusually somber. It took a minute for the tea and another for the pastries to be served, which everyone except you partook in, and once everyone was finally settled, Ciel got straight to the point.

        “He struck again… another prostitute was found gruesomely murdered in Whitechapel. These killings are far from normal, the level of violence we’re seeing is unprecedented.” Sebastian then took over.

        “The most recent victim was a woman named Mary Ann Nichols. It appears a special type of blade was used on her. She was torn up beyond recognition.”

        “The murderer’s distinctive style of killing has earned him a unique name from the press: Jack the Ripper.” Lau, who was normally so carefree and playful, listened with nothing but the utmost interest.

        “A frightening name… eh?”

        “That’s why we’re here earlier than expected. We hurried into town to look into the situation for ourselves.” The man then set down his cup, a coy smile playing upon his lips.

        “Oh, so you’re letting your sister tag along this time, then? I thought you were more overprotective than Madame Red here.” You merely gave a huff in response.

        “Well it just so happens that I was the one who found our lead. Naturally, I have to be here to carry out my own work.”

        “Ah of course. The guard dog’s nose. The one who snuffs your enemies out before they’re even aware of it. I should’ve known. Be that as it may, are you sure you’re both brave enough to stomach the crime scene?” Ciel’s eye did not waver, showing no signs of emotion as he kept his gaze locked on Lau. 

        “What do you mean by that?”

        “The sight of the dismembered body will certainly be horrific…” Slowly and gracefully, he stood up, making his way towards Ciel with deliberately long strides. “And one can only imagine the stench… blood and gore everywhere. Surely it would be more than enough to drive some men, and even more women, mad. Are you prepared to see such a thing?” He then pinched yours and Ciel’s cheeks so as to further prove his next point. “You’re just young children, after all.”

        “I don’t think any person can truly be ready for such a scene, no matter how hard they try and prepare themselves.” All eyes moved to the one who spoke, surprised by your tenacity. Lau still however refused to let go of your poor face. “Even police officers, those who have been trained for these situations, or those who’ve gone mad or blind with rage with some motive to spur them on, still have trouble being exposed to such sights. So your question is invalid, Lau. Anyone can read about bloodshed all they want in the paper and think what they will, but experience is much different than simply hearing about it. Until you’ve experienced horror yourself, you can never fully brace yourself for it, because really you don’t know what you’re bracing yourself for. Besides…” (E/c) orbs stared at the man over folded arms, glazed over like they were possessed by an unseen darkness. “How do you know exactly what we have and haven’t seen before?” It wasn’t clear if you were mad or not, but one thing was obvious: you were serious, and the man did not take that fact lightly. He knew better than to provoke you of all people. Besides facing your brother’s ire, you could be more terrifying than most knew.

        “A wise answer from a wise young lady, almost as if you speak from experience yourself.” You made no response.

        “To speak for myself, I am the head of the Phantomhive family in service to my queen. Don’t ask foolish questions, you won’t always get such a deserving answer.” Madame Red simply took a sip of her tea, watching the tense scene unfold before her, knowing all too well the wrath and wisdom of the Phantomhive siblings. Grell looked like he was about to have a heart attack just watching this, he couldn’t believe the man had even dared made such a move in the first place. Finally, Lau removed his hands from your faces.

        “You’re right. So sorry.”

***

        Quite a commotion disturbed the usual bustle of London. A congregate of curious onlookers crowded around a certain dark alleyway, the only thing keeping them from entering were a few officers holding everyone back. At the front of these people were none other than you and your team of misfits, and snagging that spot was a bit difficult given how big the crowd had gotten. You might’ve been there sooner if not for the one-hour argument with your brother about accompanying him. Obviously, your stubbornness won out.

        One band of your bunch stood at the front of the crowd, while the other, your own little trio, made their way to the alley through the guards. A man behind the weak line of defense was going through some papers, and seemed less than amused to see someone who clearly wasn’t an officer approaching him. But nevertheless, he put on a friendly smile.

        “Sorry, young ones… I’m afraid a crime scene like this is no place for young children. Now why don’t you two just run along home.” You sighed and mumbled to yourself, knowing full well this was going to be a long conversation. 

        “Here we go again.” Only Sebastian heard your comment, and found it amusing since he and your brother were thinking the exact same thing.

        “We’re here to see the victim’s body.” That certainly caught the man off guard.

        “The body!? Surely you’re kidding me!”

        “Aberline!” A new voice interjected, one you were quite familiar with. It came from within the alley, where a man cloaked in its dark veil slowly emerged into view. “Well, if it isn’t Lord and Lady Phantomhive. What are you doing here?”

        “You know these kids, sir?” His confusion brought a smug smile to Ciel’s face.

        “We’re here to help, Sir Arthur. It seems your investigation is dragging a bit…” He held up a letter sealed with the official signa of the queen herself. “You know who sent us, of course.” A flash of surprise crossed Sir Arthur’s wrinkled face, and his subordinate nearly fell over as you took the papers out of man’s hand, examining them quickly.

        “There’ve been no major clues. Interesting.” Unfortunately, they were snatched right back from you by Sir Arthur, who was very clearly upset at having his pride in shambles.

        “We at Scotland Yard are more than capable of handling this case, I assure you. There’s no need to interfere.” You chuckled.

        “I’d hardly call it interfering if we’re now an official part of the investigation. I believe the correct term is necessary assistance, don’t you agree?”

        “But you are a separate entity of Scotland Yard, and therefore your presence is very interfering.” 

        “Splendid. Shall we go, sister, Sebastian?” The butler bowed his head.

        “Yes, sir.” You exhaled an exasperated sigh.

        “Fine, if you insist.” With unusually satisfied smiles and without any further fighting, you three walked back through the crowd away from the crime scene, your band of misfits who quickly took notice soon following.

        “Now what, dears?” Ciel hummed.

        “Now we go see someone who may be of use.”

        “Someone who is much better company than those blokes.”

        “That’s questionable… at best.”

        “Well at least he can actually help, and he’s not as difficult or stubborn either. He won’t be influenced by humiliation like that jerk. Besides, I like him. He always gives us a good laugh.” 

        “My lord, my lady! You don’t mean–“. You had never smiled more in Lau’s presence than you did in that moment.

        “Oh yeah. You know it.”

***

       Cities were only known for their biggest and busiest streets, since those are usually the ones that are visible, but few knew its secrets and the dark quiet areas it kept hidden from most. Only those more adept to secrecy and who deal in the shadiest of businesses knew of these places. Unlike the activity of the crime scene, the building you stood in front of was one of those places. Albeit a bit more grim and gloomy than the others on the block, you couldn’t help but smile knowing who was on the other side of the door. Lau, however, apparently had no idea.

        “So… where are we?” Grell nearly had to hold your aunt back as she went red in anger.

        “You don’t know?? Then what was all that about!?” Feeling too giddy to bother with Lau’s normal instigating antics, you simply sent him a smile.

        “Don’t you know, Lau? This is a dear friend of ours!”

        “More like an acquaintance.”

        “Only to you, my socially inept brother.” Madame Red massaged her temples and ignored Lau, moving instead to look up at the sign that adorned the top of the building.

        “The Undertaker?”

        “Yes, this is his funeral parlor, and as the name implies, he’s an undertaker.”

        “You sound quite chipper to be here, my lady. I wonder why that is. After all, this is such a dark gloomy place.” You frowned at Sebastian.

        “You know why, and I already explained it. He’s a dear friend, so why wouldn’t I be happy to pay him a visit! Plus, it’s been so long, I can’t wait to see him.”

        As soon as you moved, Sebastian took action, beating you to the door so that he could open it for you and the rest of your party. Dammit, he was always so quick; sometimes you felt that you could never win your game. If only you had supernatural powers too, you would at least be on equal grounds. Staying silent as you were forced to comply with his mannerisms was even worse than if he made one of his usual comments about you being a lady and all; it had much more power and he knew it, which was incredibly irking. Nevertheless, you simply ignored him and walked on in, the others right behind you.

        “If we’re looking for answers, this is the place.”

        The interior was even darker and gloomier than the outside, the dim lighting making the atmosphere creepier than it already was to the three unsuspecting newcomers. Four coffins were laid in a special pattern on the floor, with the biggest one taking the head at the back and the others leaned against the walls. Dozens of mixtures and various concoctions lined the shelves, along with a human figure of the skeletal and muscular anatomy.

        “Heh heh heh heh.” A scratchy laugh echoed about the room, spooking the first timers. “Welcome… I thought I’d be seeing you before long.” Madame Red, Grell, and Lau looked about in confusion and slight fear for the origin of the voice, but they found nothing. Until you all heard the loud sound of a coffin lid opening. “My lord and lady… it’s so lovely to see you both.” Out peaked a tall pale man with long silver hair and black clawed nails from one of the coffins against the wall. His grin that stretched from ear to ear was filled with sharp pointy teeth as his covered eyes, gleaming with an unknown excitement, peered at you from behind long silver bangs. “Do I finally have the pleasure of fitting you two for one of me coffins today?” Needless to say, his presence greatly disturbed the others who were huddled into each other in fear, even the usually lax Lau.

        “Hi Undertaker! It’s nice to see you again!” Then there was you, your jovial attitude misplaced among the grim atmosphere.

        “Lovely to see you as well, my dear. Now, what would most suit your tastes? For you, I would recommend-.” 

        “That isn’t why we’re here… we wanted t-“. Undertaker hushed Ciel by putting one of his long fingernails against his lips.

        “No need to say-I’m already aware… very well aware.” Giggling with excitement, he removed his hand and put it up to his own mouth. “One of my recent customers was a bit unusual shall we say…?” He brought his hands together, nails clacking against each other in a rather sinister motion. “I helped though… I made her look beautiful again.”

        “I would like the details please.” Finally realizing the true purpose of this visit, Lau smiled.

        “Oh, I see now. The funeral parlor is only your cover business. How much is it for information?” Undertaker smiled like a puppy about to get a treat, then rushed over to the eccentric male at lightning speed, standing so close to him that Lau had to lean back. Madame Red and Grell were certainly surprised at his zero appreciation for personal space, hoping theirs weren’t violated in the same manner.

        “I have no need for the queen’s coins. There’s only one thing that I want from you….” Suddenly, his gleaming eyes full of desire turned towards you and Ciel, and in seconds Undertaker now stood in front of you. 

        “Please my lord, my lady, give it to me and I’ll tell you anything!” Ciel’s blue eye went dull from exhaustion as Undertaker shook with anticipation, making you chuckle. The cloaked man then pinched your cheek and squealed. “Yes, exactly my lady! Give me the extraordinary gift of true laughter! Just one joke and all me information is yours!” He hugged his shoulders and rocked from side to side, waiting for someone to grant his wish.

        “Lunatic.”

        “Hush Ciel, that’s not very nice to say to a friend.”

        “(Y/n), he’s not-“.

        “Of course we’ll give you a joke Undertaker. Now let’s see, which one haven’t you heard yet?”

        “I must insist that you leave it to me, my lady. I have one that will, as they say, knock his socks off.”

        “Sure, Lau. Take it away.”

        “Thank you.” The tall man cleared his throat. “It’s a classic. On which side does a tiger have the most stripes?” He paused for effect. “On the outside! Get it? Ha ha!” Not one of you laughed. It was clever, but not necessarily funny. You were honestly expecting to hear a cricket’s chirp due to how dull that was, but alas it was your aunt that broke the silence.

        “My turn. I live for gossip, so this story’ll make you laugh so hard, you’ll simply curl up and die! So, Alice’s beau gave her the most extraordinary…” Much like Lau’s flat joke, no one paid any attention to it. Now you didn’t deny you had an ear for gossip, but even for you this story was boring and you couldn’t care less about it or the people involved. When it was finally done, you all sighed in relief.

        “Now, my lord, my lady, it looks like you’re the only ones left. I gave you a special discount last time because of my lady’s kind donation of embalming fluids, but I’m not going to do it again!” Ciel growled, and then you patted him on the back.

        “Calm down, brother. What did you expect? It’s not like he’s a servant or anything, you can’t just make him do whatever you want all the time now. Besides, this is the price he wants for his services so it’s not unreasonable.”

        “Yes, my lord, his stubbornness can’t be helped.” Sebastian finally stepped forward. His face was stoic, rusty red orbs locked on the Undertaker in a most serious fashion, matching his rigid yet sturdy composure. It even caught Ciel off guard a bit.

        “Sebastian?” He closed his eyes and adjusted his gloves.

        “Everyone… please wait outside.” He then turned his head over his shoulder, eyes piercing straight into your souls. “No matter what happens, do not attempt to listen to this.”

        “Oh, are you going to tell the one about the priest? Or the maid? Or maybe the one about-“

        “If you must know, it’s…” He leaned down close and whispered into your ear for just a few seconds. Your cheeks instantly went bright red along with the tips of your ears, but still you laughed.

        “Ohhh that one. That always cracks me up, although I think you’re right. They definitely can’t handle it.” Ciel immediately glared your way.

        “And what exactly is it that we can’t handle that you can?” Jumping to the wrong conclusions, Madame Red covered her mouth as she gasped, before running over to you and covering your ears.

        “Sebastian, are you teaching my niece dirty jokes!?” You couldn’t help but laugh and brush her off before she got any more defensive.

        “No no, auntie. We read it in a book from the library a while back. It was actually a joint effort, but I won’t say anything more than that.” 

        “After this is done, we’re going to have a serious talk.” Ciel practically glared daggers at you, while you merely smiled in return. 

        “What? It’s not my fault I want to get a good education. If that requires an extensive reading material, then so be it-“

        “Come, on.” Ciel grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you out of the shop.

        “Hey, it’s only you guys who haven’t heard the joke before. I don’t see why I have to leave.”

        “That doesn’t mean you need to hear it again.”

        “Aw! But I love how Sebastian sets this one up!” Your cries fell on deft ears as he ignored you and pulled you out the door, joining the rest of your company, who found it amusing at your brother’s need to protect his little sister. It was actually quite adorable for them, but embarrassing for you. When the door was shut, you crossed your arms in annoyance. “You’re no fun.” Ciel huffed, but said nothing more.

        It was only a minute later before you all heard laughter shake the entire building. Literally. The vibrations were so strong that the Undertaker’s sign fell to the ground. 

        “I think he liked it. At least someone has good taste around here.” Ciel glanced over to you, somewhat finding your annoyance at him amusing.

        “We’re still having a talk after this.” Sebastian opened the door soon after, smiling.

        “Please do come back in now. I believe he’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

        “Oh my…” You walked in to see the Undertaker draped over the counter, with a wide beaming smile and drool forming at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve now seen a face of ultimate bliss.” 

        “Good to hear, Undertaker!” Ciel frowned, but said nothing in response. The unusual man had you all seated, fixing each one of you a cup, or rather a beaker, of tea before he began to divulge in his information.

        “An interesting pattern I’m seeing these days. I often get customers who are incomplete.”

        “Incomplete?” Sebastian asked.

        “Yes.” Undertaker held up his human model, with half the cranium exposed and one side being completely of the muscular system. “The uterus is missing, which is quite odd.” Quite odd indeed. What would be the point of removing such an organ? An insane man who sleeps around and doesn’t want the women to get pregnant? That was the only possibility that came to mind. He then turned the model around and began poking at the head. “The killer makes a big mess of the body, but that particular part is always precisely excised.”

        “He did it on a road that was public, though not high traffic. Wouldn’t an amateur have a difficult time carrying out such a complicated procedure quickly enough?” Undertaker smiled widely over his shoulder at Sebastian.

        “You’re a clever one, butler. That is exactly what I was thinking.” He stalked over to you, standing behind and draping his arm over your shoulder. Ciel was certainly not pleased at the contact, especially when he leaned in close to your ear. Too close for him, but you were so deep in thought, and you didn’t seem to really mind or pay much attention, so he signaled for Sebastian not to advance. For now. “You see, first he slits their throat with a sharp weapon.” He moved his hand from his shoulder to around your neck, swiping clean across to demonstrate. “Then he rips into them right here…” His other hand went over your stomach, curling his sharply pointed nails and pulling out. “…and takes that precious womanly part.” He poked you in the cheek, but still that elicited no reaction from you.

        “To answer that question then, he isn’t an amateur. This person has at least some prior medical experience.” Undertaker cackled, taking his arms away from you and standing up, much to Ciel’s relief. The gears in your head were turning, and he could see that clearly; you were onto something.

        “There will be more slain, I’m certain. Sadistic killers like this one don’t stop until someone makes them. Will you stop him?” He now stood right in front of Ciel. “Can you snuff him out? Like good little guard dogs?”

        “I’m bound by the honor of my family. I eliminate any threat the queen asks me to, by any means I find necessary.”

***

        “His information narrows down our suspects.” Ciel began, glancing over to you to see if you had found a solution yet, only to find you still staring down at the carriage floor. You had been like this since you had left the funeral parlor, which was a little concerning. Currently, you were all huddled inside the carriage discussing what the Undertaker had revealed, the only one absent being Grell, who was the coachman. Usually, you were quick to come to a conclusion, but given the circumstances, this puzzle was obviously giving you a harder time than others you had solved before. He knew it was best not to disturb you during your thinking progress; it would only mess it up and further prolong solving this case. Sebastian recognized this too, and opted to go through the information himself with the rest of your group, as a way to voice your thinking process aloud and help you along.

        “First of all, we look at those with the necessary skill set, crossing out anyone with an alibi for the nights on which the murders occurred. Removal of the organs would suggest some kind of gruesome ritual. We should concentrate our investigation on people involved with secret societies.” You shook your head.

        “Not necessarily. Secret societies are limited in what they perform, and there can be other vindictive or personal motives at play here. It might not even be someone who’s performing a ritual.”

        “That possibility is the most likely though, as organs are commonly used in archaic practice.”

        “I do agree with you there. I don’t oppose including it in our suspect criteria list. It’s at least a nice start.”

        “As if that narrows the field?” Madame Red interjected. “Why, even I would have the medical skills necessary for this.” You instantly perked up. Something about the tone of her voice, and the way she brought it up, was a little strange. A thought then entered your head… no. It couldn’t be. Sebastian’s rustic red orbs flickered over to you for the quickest second, before traveling back to Madame Red. “Besides which, the season is ending soon. Any doctors who followed the nobles to the city will be returning to the country, and then what-“

        “Then we’ll have to conclude the investigation quickly.” Sebastian smiled, while Lau frowned in disbelief.

        “Impossible.”

        “I should be able to do this much at least, otherwise what kind of butler would I be?” The other two were a little taken aback at his confidence. “I’ll make up a list of viable suspects and begin questioning them for you immediately, my lord. My lady.” He bowed to you, and you nodded to show your acknowledgement, not at all bothered for once by the title he liked to tease you with.

        “Thank you, Sebastian.” You really were deep in thought.

        “Of course.” He then opened the carriage door, causing Lau and Madame Red to nearly choke, as he merely faced them with a smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” With a wave of Ciel’s dismissive hand, he slid right out the door and closed it. The two adults pressed their faces up against the window to watch where he’d gone, almost like children.

        “He knows that we’re moving, right?”

        “Sebastian will take care of it for now. We can head home and have a cup of tea while we wait.” They sat back down, the only thing they could do now being to wait for Sebastian to return.

        “Are you alright, (Y/n), dear? You’ve been awfully quiet since we left.” Madame Red questioned you, causing your (e/c) hues to finally look away from the ground to your aunt.

        “Yes, you’re usually very quick on mysteries like these. Have you finally met your match?” You didn’t spare a glance to Lau.

        “I already have a couple people in mind. It’s the motive that has me puzzled.”

        “Does motive truly matter in the long run if you already know who the culprit is?”

        “It makes all the difference, Lau. Motives can reveal many things. They are the key angles to solving these puzzles, not all puzzles are flat, you see. Sometimes different angles need to be seen in order to fully put the pieces together. Otherwise, we may end up with the wrong conclusion, like looking at the top of a playing card without realizing how paper thin it actually is.”

***

        It wasn’t long before Grell had arrived back at your temporary manor. Lau was kind enough, for once, to open the door for your group as you entered the manor. To his surprise though, there was Sebastian, waiting to greet you in the doorway.

        “Welcome back, everyone. I have awaited your return. The afternoon tea is ready for you in the drawing room.” Ciel handed him his hat, which he took graciously, and began walking with you to the drawing room. Madame Red and Lau stared at him as if they just saw a ghost.

        “Hold on! How are you here?” 

        “I finished up that little errand, so I made my way home to edify you.”

        “You made the suspect list already.” Madame Red almost seemed nervous.

        “Well, yes. I made a list of names based on what we had discussed,” he held up multiple sealed rolls of white paper, “and then I contacted them all and asked them the relevant questions.” While Lau and Grell stared at him in amazement, Madame Red wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

        “Come now, Sebastian. That’s impossible, even for you.” The seals were cut clean off, revealing neat cursive writing from top to bottom. 

        “Richard Oswald, doctor to the Duke of Bailey, was at the White Horse pub with friends. He has no connection to secret societies.” Ciel stopped in the hallway and watched with amusement as his butler rattled off name after name of the people he spoke with. “Madam Heavitt, surgeon at the Royal London General Hospital was with a man at the Stipple Inn. She has no connection to secret societies.” Grell couldn’t help but blush at the tenacity of this butler. “William Somerset, doctor to the Earl Chambers was at a party hosted by Vie count Harwood.” Madame Red’s jaw dropped in amazement; she didn’t even notice her hat fall to the ground. When he was finally done listing off all the names and the information he gathered from them, all the parchments laid flat on the ground. “From this information, I have narrowed down our list to one possible suspect.”

        “One. Are you sure, Sebastian?” The butler turned to you and bowed.

        “Yes, my lady. Positive.” 

        “Are you certain you’re just a butler, not a secret military intelligence officer?” Madame Red asked incredibly.

        “See, my lady, I’m simply one hell of a butler.”

***

        Night had befallen London hours ago, its streets no longer quite as busy as it was in daylight. A group of strangers made their way in a carriage towards a huge mansion on the outskirts of town. At least, that’s what you had to convince yourself your group was. You were not going to be playing yourself tonight, but rather nobles from outside of London. Sebastian adjusted his fake glasses as he relayed the information he gathered earlier in the day.

        “The Viscount Druit, also known as Aleister Chambers. He graduated from medical school but has never gone into practice. Lately, he’s thrown several parties at his home. But behind the scenes at these same soirees are secret gatherings only his intimates may attend.” 

        “I’ve heard that he’s into black magic and those occult sorts of things.” Accompanying you was Madame Red, her fancy red strapless dress fitting perfectly against her frame.

        “So your suspicion is that he’s holding these parties to perform ritualistic sacrifices of local prostitutes?” Lau was also with you, dressed in a dashing black suit and tie.

        “Tonight is the last party of the season.” The carriage came to a halt and the door was opened. Out stepped two identical young ladies, wearing bright pink fluffy dresses with matching atrocious pink flower hats made for a formal ball. Hair done in pigtails to match, except for the colors, your bangs spread out to further contour your faces, you and Ciel looked almost like twins. “Which means this is our last chance.”


        You blended pretty easily with the crowd inside, no one suspected a thing as you all stepped off to the side to discuss the plan of action for tonight.

        “Ciel and (Y/n) will be my nieces visiting from the country, and Sebastian will be their tutor.” The butler in disguise smiled cheekily while adjusting his beaded glasses. The brown suit and pink ascot that matched your dress was extremely out of character for him, especially with the parted haircut.

        “And just why do we both have to act like your nieces!?” Ciel barked quietly.

        “Because, dear, I’ve always wanted a girl! And now I get to have two!”

        “You’re kidding me!” You had your arms crossed tightly over your chest, or as tightly as you could without choking yourself. A deep frown decorated your makeup covered face, rouge and blood red lipstick hiding your blush.

        “I offered to be the only one who had to dress like this, but you said no.”

        “I told you there’s no way I’m letting my sister act as bait for a potential murderer by herself.”

        “Well, I’m the only girl here besides Madame Red, but you still decided to cross dress so stop whining about it. But I totally agree that this is absolutely ridiculous. Do we seriously have to wear these? It’s so… pink. And my face feels heavy and hot.” Madame Red got in between you two and whispered into your ears.

        “You wouldn’t want them knowing you’re a Phantomhive, now do you? Besides, I’ve heard that Lord Druit has an eye for any pretty little thing in a skirt, and we do want to catch his eye, right? Now we have two pretty young dears in a skirt for him, how can he not notice?”

        “‘By any means necessary.’ You do remember saying that, do you not sir?” Both you and Ciel glared at the demon butler, recognizing that it was a jab at Ciel but to you as well. You sighed while adjusting the black elbow gloves that fit uncomfortably snug against your skin. All you wanted was to get this night over with.

        “Oh, (Y/n) dear, you do look rather nice in a dress. You should wear them more often.” Madame Red smiled, but you scoffed. 

        “And lose the rest of my dignity? I think not. Now if you excuse us, we’ll go and scope out the field before my oxygen level runs out.” Pulling on the white collar around your neck in response, you sucked in one last breath before walking off with Sebastian and Ciel into the fray of the crowd.

        “First thing’s first, we need to locate this murderous viscount.”

        “At least Elizabeth isn’t here. I would never want her seeing me like this.”

        “No kidding. Do you know how many of these things she’d shove me in if she saw me wearing this? Ugh. At least you know why I absolutely abhor these things now, right?”

        “Yes, actually I do.”

        “Oh, that dress is so adorable!” All three of you turned around at the familiar voice, finding that it was in fact your cousin. “I adore all the dresses here! They’re lovely!” You immediately hissed in Ciel’s ear.

        “Way to jinx it, moron!”

        “S-S-Se-Se-“

        “Sir, I mean, mistress, please calm down.” Luckily, she didn’t appear to have seen you three yet, so you all quietly ducked and tiptoed through the crowd. “Let’s move quickly.” Suddenly you heard her squeal.

        “You two in the pink! Your dresses are just beautiful! And they match you both too, how cute!” You stood like deer caught in headlights, but Sebastian grabbed you both and made you pick up the pace. 

        “Moving this way now.” Elizabeth tried to follow, but you were able to maneuver through the crowd without her seeing where you went. She stopped at where a big fanciful cake was being held, turning all around to find the two girls she had lost, her perfect blonde curls whipping about.

        “Where are they?” Eventually she left, allowing you three to peak around the corner of the cake stand you had hidden behind.

        “This isn’t good, I didn’t expect her here.” Sebastian whispered.

        “If someone was to see the head of my family dressed this way…”

        “The Phantomhive name would be ruined for generations.” Ciel gripped the table cloth with all his might.

        “She’d never let us forget. Either of us. I’ll have to model for her for weeks! She might even make you model too.” Poor Ciel shuddered.

        “Let’s go join Madame Red.” Sebastian and you nodded, quickly going to find your aunt… only to discover her in a luxurious chair, fanning her face as she cooed to her many gentlemen callers that were surrounding her. Like a red Cleopatra on her throne.

        “You are such a dear!” Grell stood awkwardly by her side, unable to do anything in this situation.

        “Looks like she’s having a grand old time.”

        “Thanks a lot, auntie! Now what are we gonna do?” There was a gasp behind you.

        “There!” Oh no, it was Lizzy! There was nowhere to hide this time. Oh, you could just see all the barf-inducing overly girly dresses you would be forced to wear. Sebastian, being the only one in control, grabbed your arms and pulled you along.

        “Come this way, my young mistresses.” As she was gaining on you, Sebastian spotted a servant holding a tray of drinks and quickly went over to him. “You, man. That young lady over there requires lemonade.”

        “Yes, certainly, sir.” The man walked up to Elizabeth, stopping her in her tracks. “Lemonade, my lady?” While she was distracted, Sebastian led you two outside to the balcony, where there were fewer prying eyes. You panted, fanning yourself with your paper fan to cool off. For once, you were glad to possess a female accessory.

        “Why do these things always happen to me?” Ciel grumbled.

        “This’ll teach you next time not to jinx the situation.”

        “Lord Druit looks as gorgeous as ever tonight! His hair shines like the sun!” You heard some of the ladies inside gushing over someone. You three looked at each other, nodded, then peered over the corner of the balcony door, watching a group of women crowding around a young man in a white suit. He had long blonde hair, and when he turned around, you could see sharp, rather handsome features, along with light purple eyes. That was your target.

        Game on.

        “That’s the Viscount Druit. Let’s go.” 

        “Yes.” You put your fan away, eyes locked onto the viscount. 

        “Right.” Just as you stepped out of your hiding spot, music began to play. A small orchestra was bowing a melodically jovial piece, inviting many couples to waltz out onto the dance floor which unfortunately obscured your view of the viscount. There was now a barrier of dancers in your way, moving so that there was no way you could just walk right through.

        “Damn. We’ll never get close to him.” 

        “We have no choice.” Sebastian declared. “We will have to dance our way over to the viscount.”

        “Our only problem is they’re two ‘ladies’ and one gentleman. How do you expect us to dance like that?”

        “Simple. I will dance with you, my lady, while the young master retreats around the other dancers. It allows us to look proper, while also allowing us to be able to approach the viscount from any angle. He won’t be able to escape.”

        “What? Why dance with me though!?”

        “Because between the two of you, you are undoubtedly the better dancer. The young master might risk embarrassing himself and losing the viscount’s attention.” Ciel crossed his arms and grumbled.

        “I hate to admit it, but it’s true. We all can’t dance over there at once, and I’m not the best dancer. Do not do anything will risk getting us exposed, Sebastian. That’s an order.”

        “As you wish, mistress.” 

        “Be careful, Ciel.” Sebastian barely gave you a chance to wish him luck as he pulled on your wrist, dragging you out to the dance floor. You gulped, immediately losing your nerve as Sebastian faced you. “Ah man, I don’t even think you taught us this one! I’m definitely going to mess this up. Also, aren’t I a little too young for you to be my dance partner? Won’t it look weird?” He merely smiled down at you.

        “It’s unlike you to lose your nerve in these situations. Are you that afraid of dancing with me in public?” You frowned, a deep blush appearing. “It will be simple, my lady. Just follow my lead. You already know that I’m one hell of a dancer. Besides, as your tutor, propriety allows me to dance with you at a public function such as this one.” He placed one hand on your waist and with the other he took your right hand in his.

        “Do we really have to do this again?”

        “Shall we dance now… young mistress.” Somehow, that was even worse than when he called you ‘my lady’. He didn’t wait for a further response and began to sway with the music, forcing you to put your hand on his shoulder to keep up. You melded within the rest of the dancers, your (h/c) pigtails twirling with grace along with your dress. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Elizabeth, staring in admiration at all the dancers. “We cut across, like so.” He made sure his back was to her so that she couldn’t see you, as you stepped farther along the side of the circle of dancers. You just hoped Ciel, wherever he was, was able to avoid her too. Once you were out of her line of sight, he made sure to steer clear of her the rest of the dance. 

        When it was finally done, you let go of Sebastian immediately, distancing yourself from the butler. 

        “You really are an excellent dance partner, my mistress.” You groaned at the awful nickname as you fanned yourself. “Have you really become exhausted so quickly, my lady?”

        “You try dancing in a circulation cutting torture device. It’d take the breath out of the most athletic. And if you want to talk about exhaustion, we should talk about my mental state and not my physical one.”

        Two hands clapped behind you, and you turned around to see the viscount himself, staring at you with those dark chilling purple hues.

        “Your dancing is exquisite. Like a lovely little robin, my sweet lady.” Oh God, you already wanted to throat punch this man. However, you mustered up the sweetest smile you could and fanned your face to make the blush on your cheeks more noticeable. You even heightened the pitch of your voice just a bit as an added effect.

        “Thank you, sir. I appreciate the compliment.” Your (e/c) eyes caught sight of Ciel, coincidentally coming up from behind the viscount. What perfect timing. You sent your brother one quick knowing look, which he acknowledged, before you smiled his way. “Ah, sister there you are! I was just talking with this nice young gentleman over here! Come and say hi!” You waved him over, and he did as you told, joining your side. The viscount’s eyes widened with interest at seeing a matching pair of young girls; you had clearly piqued his interest. Sebastian then bowed and whispered into your ear, though loud enough for the viscount to hear.

        “Young mistresses, allow me to fetch you something to drink.” Now you were left alone.

        “Good evening, my Lord Druit.” Ciel curtsied along with you, speaking in a girlish voice. Oh were you going to make fun of him for this when you got home.

        “Yes, good evening, my lord.” He approached you in particular, gently grabbing your hand.

        “I do hope you’re enjoying the party, dear Robin.” He placed a kiss on it, and then did the same to Ciel. “And you as well, dearest songbird.”

        “Oh, yes, certainly. It’s a wonderful party!” Ciel put his hand behind his back, while you continued to fan yourself.

        “To tell you the truth my lord, we’ve both been waiting to speak with you all evening.”

        “Oh?” Ugh. He already sounded like a pig and he’s barely spoken. Sensing your growing ire, Ciel took over.

        “We’re bored to death of dancing and eating.” The smile on his faced widened, and he took this as a chance to advance, placing a hand on each of your waists. 

        “What spoiled princesses you are, little robin and songbird. Looking for something more entertaining?” His fingers creeped down your side towards your bottom half, and you swore if you weren’t on a mission, you’d beat him to a pulp where he stood. For yourself and Ciel though… who looked probably more uncomfortable than you did at the moment, you had to pull through and finish what you started. After all the lessons you two had to take on being proper ladies, you had to endure it. So, playing innocent, you peered up at him with wide innocent, childish eyes.

        “You know of other amusements? We’d be most interested.” He leaned down close to your face, mere inches away from your nose, and cupped your chin up with one of his gloved fingers. You hoped he didn’t feel you tense.

        “Of course, I’d be happy to show them to you, robin. My sweet little thing.” After this, you were going to ask Ciel if this scumbag could be at the very least put in jail or executed swiftly. Luckily for you, Ciel felt the same way, especially at how he was handling you. It was clear that you were the favorite of the pair, and he didn’t deny that you were quite pretty tonight, and after he saw you dance through the crowd, he didn’t doubt that you had unknowingly impressed the viscount. But that made him all the more enraged that this creep was hitting so bodly on his sister in front of him, as if you were a toy being presented to him. To try and calm yours and his own anger, he tried to speak for you.

        “Oh really? Like what?” His blue eye happened to look over, and he saw Lizzy standing there, watching you three. He subtly nudged you in the direction of her, and you quickly took note.

        “You want to know?” You nodded enthusiastically, hoping that whatever this creep’s plans was that it involved being as far away from Lizzy as possible. If she came over, your mission was doomed. This had to finish by the time the current dance was over.

        “Yes, I’m simply dying to, my lord.”

        “You two might be a bit young, yet.” Ciel chuckled. 

        “Now don’t tease us, my lord. We’re ladies, not little girls.” The song ended, and you happened to glance over at Lizzy. Crap. She was coming over now. He then grabbed both your faces and turned them to his.

        “What has you so distracted, my delightful butterflies?”

        “Oh-h! It’s nothing!”

        “You’re the only one who has our attention, my lord.” There was no more time. This was it, you were going to be exposed.

        Suddenly, a large object was slammed into the ground just in front of Lizzy, blocking her line of sight of you two and the viscount. A familiar brown suited man crouched beside it. Sebastian. He had come to save you. Slowly rising from his crouch, he stood tall, revealing a white masquerade mask covering his face. 

        “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would all please gather ’round, this evening’s magic show will now begin.” Lizzy was immediately enraptured, forgetting all about the twin girls in the matching pink dresses. “Pardon me, sir.” Lau, who had been fanning Madame Red, looked over to Sebastian, who was pointing at him. “Would you kindly assist me?” The cocky man tilted his head in faux ignorance.

        “Assist you? Certainly.” The viscount stood up and put his hand up to his chin.

        “I don’t recall scheduling any parlor tricks this evening.” This was your chance. Ciel smiled at you, seizing the opportunity.

        “My Lord, we’ve seen more than enough parlor tricks. Can we go, please?” His attention was on you faster than you could think.

        “Yes, anything for you, my sweets.” He curled his finger towards him, beckoning you to follow. You and Ciel obeyed, allowing him to lead you away from prying eyes and towards a darkened staircase. At the top was a pink curtain, and the viscount pulled it aside so you could go through. “Right this way, dears.” This was it, now or never. 

        To ensure what you were doing was hidden, Sebastian’s back completely covered the staircase while he distracted the crowd with his magic show.

        “A normal cabinet. Once I’ve climbed inside, shut it tightly and bind it with these chains. Then…” He pulled out a recently sharpened sword that glistened in the chandelier light. “Simply run it through with the swords.” Everyone, especially Lizzy, was entranced by the air of suspension, watching with anticipation as Sebastian stepped into the box. “I shall emerge perfectly unharmed. This is no mere trick or illusion. Prepare for a performance of true magic.” The door then shut, and the chains were bound.

        Lau, fully aware of the deceit at play, acted as if he was unsure about continuing on.

        “Well, here goes nothing.” He then leapt up into the air and plunged the one he was holding into the top of the box. To the crowd’s amazement, he kept ramming sword after sword into the sides at random as if he were a merciless ninja carrying out an order to kill. He had even broken the chains with his precise aim strength. Once all the swords were used up, he gestured to the box, and when the doors opened, Sebastian emerged without a scratch on him, the ends of the swords visibly punctured through the interior walls. Applause echoed around the room.

        “Amazing!”

        “True magic!” Even Madame Red was impressed.

        “Sebastian! How incredible!”

        “Indeed. For a moment there, I worried I’d kill you.”

        “It actually hurt more than expected. I didn’t think you would aim straight for my head. Anyone else would have died.”

        “So, what’s the trick to it, anyway?” Lau asked, causing Madame Red to blanch.

        “You stabbed him that many times without knowing!?” Sebastian cheekily turned around to face them.

        “Like I told you, there were no tricks or illusions. Just magic.”

***

        The viscount led your farther and farther into his estate, seeming to grow darker the deeper you delved. Finally, he opened a bare wooden door, where beyond you saw the faintest trace of purple. But you didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to being the eerily dark lighting.

        “We’re going somewhere I’m sure you’ll find very amusing. I know I do. Please.” His eyes roamed over you two as you stepped into the room, especially as he shut the door behind you. There was no escape. You were immediately bombarded with the smell of unidentifiable chemicals that made you want to gag. It was damn near suffocating. 

        Suddenly your vision began to blur and you lost most of your balance. You looked up to see just a smidge of the viscount smirking down at you, purple bulbs of light surrounding him and making you dizzier than you were. You couldn’t help yourself and tripped back onto Ciel, causing him to collide with the door. He put his arm around your waist, squeezing it tightly, the last line of protection he could offer before you two slid down the door and fell unconscious.

        “See? Aren’t you enjoying yourselves…” Lord Druit kneeled down and twirled his finger around a lock of your hair. “Little Robin and songbird?”

 ***

        You don’t know why your unconscious mind thought back to when you were being fitted for your dress, but for some reason, the memory was strong.

        You grunted as the strings on the corset tightened. Madame Red, who had already gotten herself ready, was fitting you with one of her old corsets, and you had to be propped up against the wall for her to tighten the damn thing as much as possible.

        “Don’t worry dearie, just a little more.” You were already out of breath and you weren’t even at the party yet.

        “Jeez, is this seriously what you do every day, auntie?”

        “Of course! Ever since I was a little girl. Although I tend to keep mine on all night so I don’t have to adjust it every day.”

        “And you’re still alive how?”

        “Well, it’s not like a corset has ever killed anyone before.” You screamed as she pulled on the strings considerably harder this time.

        “I don’t believe it for a second!” She merely chuckled as she tied up the last bit of string.

        “There. All done.” You breathed a sigh of relief. The lace pressed tightly against your skin as you rose up from the wall, barely able to expand your diaphragm. You almost regretted volunteering to be bait, but there was no way you were going to let Ciel deal with a murderer all on his own. Plus, if you didn’t dress up like a girl, you wouldn’t have been able to be involved at all, considering the type of party this was. Masculine clothing worn by a girl at a formal party was more than undesirable.

        “Now we just have to do your hair and makeup and you’ll be ready!” She began fluffing your hair, brushing it out and playing with it so that it did what she wanted. “Really dear, I’m surprised you offered yourself up on a silver platter like that. You’ve always been so averted to women’s clothing, it’s a wonder you’re letting me do this at all.” 

        “I’d do anything to protect my brother. He’s not exactly the strongest, and while I believe he can handle himself, this is not the kind of situation he has experience with. Even I know that this requires a woman’s perspective, to put it lightly.” You both laughed at that. You couldn’t really remember what Ciel had said, something or other about protecting you, the usual lecture and nonsense he spouted which you simply ignored. But you had a way of persuading him, a tactic you liked to call stubbornness, and so you won over with the compromise of being double bait.

        “Ah yes, men are ever so helpless without us. Whatever the case then, I’m just glad I finally get to doll you up. You know, I’ve always wanted a girl myself, so this is almost like a dream come true. Close your eyes and relax your eyelids.” You did as you were told, smiling at her excitement. It had been years since you’ve seen her so genuinely happy. The smile upon Madame Red’s face was always cheerful on the exterior, but you remember her before she lost her sister, your mother, and the smile back then was much… different. You couldn’t really explain it. You knew she didn’t have any children of her own, but maybe she did before and for some reason can’t. It never occurred to you to ask. Maybe later when you weren’t about to go on a mission. 

        You couldn’t help but wonder how Ciel was doing with his fitting. At least you had a woman’s figure to work with, Ciel must’ve been faring much worse than you. Although, you had to actually have your hair and makeup done, while he just had to wear a wig and some basic coverings.

        “Just a touch more of red, and voila! You’re finished! Don’t you look wonderful?” You blushed while looking at the total stranger in the mirror. (H/c) locks in curled voluminous pigtails, your face a paler shade of (s/c), your cheeks were rosy and lips as red as a rose. Of course Madame Red would add her own touch of color. You wanted to say you looked like a clown, but your aunt was so happy, you couldn’t disparage her final result. 

        “Thanks auntie. I never imagined I’d ever look like this. I just wish it was for something other than business.”

        “Maybe one day you’ll let me do this for you regularly, or even for your wedding day. I know you’re a bit young, but it’s never too soon to think of these things. You are a noble after all, we tend to get married off rather quickly.”

        “But auntie, I don’t think I’ll ever get married. I wouldn’t even know who would marry me. Mom and Dad never picked a suitor for me, and I’m not exactly as social as you.” She gently placed a gloved hand on your cheek, lifting it up so she could look straight into your eyes.

        “Trust me. One day, you’ll find your prince. It’ll be someone who will take care of you and love you unlike any other, someone who wouldn’t dream of hurting you. I promise. Otherwise they’ll have to answer to me.”

        Your eyes opened to a black void. There was a blindfold around your eyes, preventing you from seeing anything, although judging by the lack of light hitting the cloth, you guessed you were somewhere dark. Rope was around your neck, binding your hands and arms in front of you in a clasping position. You couldn’t move an inch, but you felt the faint presence of someone’s shoulder touching yours. A very familiar shoulder.

        “Ciel, is that you?” You whispered.

        “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay? Did he hurt you at all?” 

        “I don’t think so, just tied up. What about you?”

        “I’m fine too.”

        “Do you know where we are?”

        “We were both knocked out when we entered the viscount’s room, so I have no idea where’s brought us.”

        “And now what you’ve all been waiting for.” You immediately shut your mouth at hearing the viscount’s voice. “Tonight’s crown jewels.” Light peeked through the black cloth, accompanied by excited whispers floating around the room. You guessed you were being presented in front of people. “I’m sure they’d make a lovely decoration, who wouldn’t want a matching set? Or sweet little pets. You can keep them whole and healthy, or sell them for parts if you’d like to.” Now you were definitely going to clobber this asshole when this was all done. “This one has two different color eyes, but for the discerning collector that will add to her unique attraction. The other has a matching pair of radiant (e/c) that I find are the one of the most exquisite I’ve seen in a long time.” This was a black market auction, he was selling you off. “The bidding shall begin momentarily, and remember, if you don’t want the matching set, I’d be more than happy to split the purchase with you in the end.” His voice was to your side now, and you had the urge to rip your restraints off and kick him where the sun didn’t shine. But you couldn’t struggle right now and cause a scene, that would ruin your intel gathering.

        The selling you for parts comment is what got your attention. If at least some of these people were interested in human body parts, it could be possible that he removed the prostitutes’ organs and sold them here to these creeps. But you weren’t positive. The cloth then began to shimmy against your eyes, indicating that someone was removing it.

        “We’ll start at a thousand guineas.”

        “2000!”

        “3000!”

        “3500!” The blindfolds came off, and beams of dim lighting entered your vision, making your face reflexively scrunch up.

        “5000!” You blinked your (e/c) eyes open, looking out through metal bars at the masked crowd of men and women alike, smiling up at you as they continued to bid. How utterly disgusting. You then gazed at Ciel, his eyepatch removed and his purple seal revealed, though they were too stupid or ignorant to notice the unusual shape on his pupil.

        “Sebastian, come get us now.” The candles went out and the room suddenly went dark. Lord Druit backed up and spun left and right, but he couldn’t see an in inch in front of his face.

        “What’s this?” The only thing now visible was the pentagram in Ciel’s eyes, staring blankly out at the crowd as the room was filled with multiple swift grunts, kicks, and screams. When the candles were rekindled, Sebastian stepped out of the darkness, standing over a pile of unconscious bodies that were just moments ago bidding for your life.

        “Really, sir, are you good for nothing but getting yourself and your sister captured? How sad.” He slowly began to approach the cage you were in.

        “Glad to see you recognize it’s not my fault.” You mumbled. “Your shadowing presence once again saves the day. I thank you for that.”

        “As long as the contract remains in place, you’ll follow me everywhere whether I ask you to or not, won’t you.”

        “This type of ‘contract’ is sealed by a mark a demon places on his prey. The more noticeably placed the mark is, the tighter the demon and prey are bounded to one another. The demon serves…”

        “And in exchange, the prey can never escape.” He pried apart the bars like it was nothing, then he put a hand on his heart and bowed.

        “Yes, I will be with you everywhere, until the end. I shall be at your side no matter what.” He extended out his hands to both you and Ciel. “Even should I perish in this world, I’ll still be there, in the very depths of hell, my lord.” He helped you to your feet, and with a swift flick of his finger, the ropes were cut clean off. “This is how I differ from humans; I do not lie.”

        “Good. You will never lie to me, no matter what, understood?”

        “Yes, my young master.” You happened to look over at the unconscious body of the viscount, his long blonde hair strewn about on the floor. Even though he wouldn’t feel a thing, you went over and kicked the him right in the head, causing Ciel’s eye to twitch and Sebastian to smirk.

        “That is for touching me like a damned creep.” You kicked him a second time. “And that’s for trying to sell me and my brother off like property.” 

        “Careful now, young mistress. You don’t want to kill him now.” You scoffed.

        “I know, I didn’t kill him, and you can drop the mistress thing, you know. Our roles have already been played out, which is why I gave him what he deserved. I have principles to uphold for myself, and the only reason I held back before was so that we could complete our investigation.” Ciel sighed, not necessarily blaming you for anything, just glad that you didn’t exterminate his only suspect. As well as the fact that you were safe.

        “I suppose this solves the Jack the Ripper case. Well, that was easier than I had expected.” There was something still nagging you in the back of your head, and the more you stared at the viscount, the more you thought that a piece was still missing from this puzzle.

        “That’s what still has me suspicious. It’s nearly impossible for this to turn out so well given how skilled Jack the Ripper is supposed to be. You would think that a man of that caliber would be more careful.” A quick glance around the room confirmed some of your troubling thoughts. “Besides, while he tried to sell us tonight, I don’t see any organs or any other body parts for that matter. There’s no actual proof here that he’s the killer.” Sebastian smiled.

        “While your intuition is usually impeccable, my lady, it is not unnatural for a result such as this to occur. In my many years, I’ve seen many different scenarios play out in quite strange and unpredictable ways. It might be that this time is no different.”

        “…I guess it’s possible.”

        “I imagine Scotland Yard will be here before much longer. We should take our leave.” You were so distracted by your wandering thoughts, you didn’t notice Sebastian sneaking up behind you, yelping as he swiftly took both you and Ciel up in his arms. “Well, my mistresses, are you ready?” You frowned at the butler, who most definitely did that on purpose, then blushed when you made eye contact with Ciel. He was just as embarrassed as you, probably even more so.

        “Very funn-” He took off, forcing you and Ciel to hold on tight to his neck, as he leapt out of the window and into the night. Your dresses flowed with the wind, and you tensed as he landed on the rooftop nearby grabbing tighter onto him, to which the butler chuckled at.

        All the while the party continued on, with the oblivious guests dancing and entertaining themselves throughout the night, unaware of the black market deals that had just occurred. Lizzy, who stood out on the balcony admiring all the pretty dresses that passed her by, turned around as she heard tiles clacking against each other. From where she stood, she could almost make out a figure on the next building over. She rubbed her green eyes and blinked, the figure she once saw completely disappearing.

        “I could have sworn I saw something up there.” Nothing but the dark tiled roof and the navy blue sky greeted her though. “I guess I was wrong.”

***

        “Jack the Ripper strikes again?” Lau read the headline on today’s newspaper, written in clear bold on the front page. Madame Red frowned.

        “So the viscount wasn’t our man after all.” Ciel banged his hands on his desk, gritting his teeth in anger as he reread the headline over and over, the bold print seeming to mock him and his failure. His eye were aglow with frustration and rage; this wasn’t supposed to be how it ended. Sebastian and you stood off to the side, watching in silence as Ciel processed this whole thing. The butler was also perturbed. He was never wrong before. Only the viscount fit every requirement on his list, it was nearly impossible for this to have happened. You couldn’t help but look at Madame Red, watching the way her face contorted in frustration and disappointment… you then smirked up at Sebastian, whispering so that no one else could hear.

        “I believe you owe me an apology.” Rustic red eyes peered down at you. Instead of being angered, he actually felt impressed, smiling that devilish way to prove it, though he couldn’t believe his wit was outdone by a human’s. You were indeed right all along; it was never the viscount in the first place. Rather, it was someone else entirely.

        He then began to notice that you were a little preoccupied, and couldn’t help following your line of sight. It was Madame Red, you were watching her like a hawk. Now that was interesting. His eyes flickered between her and Grell, landing on the equally disappointed clumsy butler. He doubted you knew, but still, he should’ve known better by now.

        While you were at times capricious, he had learned quickly that your judgement was almost always absolute.

        (A/N: Hey guys, I know it’s been awhile. Life has been super busy and all, and I’ve finally gotten to relax and take a break from it all. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and as a surprise I actually have the next chapter completely written. I just have to edit it, so that should come out in the next few days/week. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and enjoys the rest of their holiday break! See y’all laters! ^_^)