Kuro Kishi : Akuma no Joō - Dark Knight: Dark Queen (A Fruits Basket x Kuroshitsuji Crossover)

Chapter One: November 1st

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or Black Butler. They, and their characters, belong to their respective creators.

This story is a sequel to Kuro Kishi : Shiro Pōn (Black Knight : White Pawn)

Please note: I'm mainly basing off of the manga for both Black Butler and Fruits Basket, but will use references and such from the animes on both where it is needed to further the story. With that said, please enjoy the story.

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Chapter One: November 1st

November the first. Why was it that the first day of any month always made him feel somewhat ill? Was it because, in a way, it was an ending and a beginning? Just thinking about it was giving him a headache.

Ciel Phantomhive pushed the newspaper he'd been reading away. There wasn't likely going to be any information in there anyway, nothing about the mysterious lights from the night before, or the strange sounds he'd heard coming from the grounds. And Sebastian had yet to determine their cause. Of course, it could partly be considered his own fault.

Late that night, he'd ordered his butler to stay close at hand and not to leave his side under any circumstances. He'd felt a bit ill after eating something Lau Tao, one of his many pawns, had brought him as a treat. A treat! It had turned into more of a trick. And they'd said Halloween was supposed to be fun! It hadn't been all that good to start with, but he'd tried to be courteous and had eaten at least one piece. The rest, he'd given to the servants. His stomach still bothered him somewhat, but he was a Phantomhive and would endure it, even though it did leave him more inclined to be surly.

"Sebastian!" He called out to his butler, a demon, if truth was told. They held a contract with each other. One day, when Ciel had finally accomplished his revenge on those who had murdered his family, Sebastian would have his soul, to do with as he pleased. He'd probably just eat it, but that didn't matter right now. That time was probably a long way off, and, until then, he needed his more than human servant.

Sebastian Michaelis entered the breakfast room, pushing a small cart. His immaculate black suit almost crackled with starch. The light from the open windows reflected from his polished butler pin and chains. The dark haired man brought the cart up to Ciel, settling it to one side. "Yes, young master?" His jet black hair made him look perhaps more pale than most humans, but his eyes were the real feature, colored almost deep reddish brown, with the occasional hints of purple.

Instead of waiting for a reply, knowing his master was inclined to be less than agreeable that morning, though he was usually less than agreeable most of the time, he lifted the lid of the covered try on his cart. Steam wafted upwards. His master had been rather ill the night before, and it had taken some convincing, on his part, to not be sent after the Chinese man who had likely been the reason behind the earl's upset digestive system.

Ciel scowled at the newspaper, as if it was the top article's fault for his bad mood. "What kept you? I could have been killed several times over while waiting for my breakfast alone."

Sebastian's face remained composed despite the tone. His voice was as smooth as velvet as he moved a bowl to sit in front of his master. "This morning's breakfast is a mild risotto. It should not further upset your stomach." He ladled the risotto into the boy's bowl and bowed.

"Sebastian," the boy growled. "Answer my question!"

A loud crashing sound came from the kitchen and Sebastian let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly. There was the earl's answer. Bard, the supposed chef, had managed to make a mess once again. He'd rather gone overboard this time as well, the butler thought. Though the treats Lau had left did not seem to have affected the men on staff, their over zealousness had more than made up for it. The only other who seemed to have been affected by the goodies was Mey-Rin. She was currently upstairs cleaning at a slower pace than usual, though with no less zeal than usual. She had not been as affected as the earl had been, which was probably not hugely surprising, given the boy's weak constitution.