Lily (A Black Butler Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Meeting My Worst Fear...: Stalker Pirates.

I do not own Black Butler.

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Recap: I don't know where the hell I was.

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Eh. That sucks. Not knowing where you are. Especially around stalker little kid pirates. In times like this there is only one thing to do.

Walk around weaving your way through nothing. Much like a snake. As I did that I felt someone, actually some people, watching me. Eh. It'll only take a bit before someone says something. "What are you doing? Why do you have weird clothes? Earlier why did you shout flying pig when there are no such things?" The pirate asked. See? I told you someone would talk soon. "Being a snake. Because I can. So I could run away from the people looking at me weird. Why do you look like a pirate?" I said/asked the little boy. "Why were you sleeping on the sidewalk? Why is your voice weird? Why are you wearing male clothing?" Great. Don't answer my question. But I won't answer yours. "Why do you look like a pirate? What's your favorite color? Are you a doctor? If so, do I really have... I think it was called short-term memory? Oh, and why do you look like a pirate?" I asked the pirate. He looked annoyed as hell and rolled his eyes and walked away. "Be careful. There is a murderer named Jack the Ripper on the loose." The older man said. I looked at him and was shocked to see he could kill you with his looks. His black hair, his red eyes, his tall frame. Of course me being the idiot I am said something that made him look pissed. "Yeah, yeah whatever pirate slave. Run along to your pirate. Maybe he can save you from the monster." (sigh) Yup. I'm an idiot. Although I was talking about myself not the killer. But either way I got rid of him. I continued walking until I realized what his words meant. "HOLY MOTHER OF SITTING!!!! JACK THE RIPPER IS THE ONE WHO KILLED ALL THOSE PROSTITUTES!!! HE'S MY MOTHER MARKER IDOL!!! I HAVE TO MEET HIM!!" I shouted when I understood just who Jack the Ripper was. I was about to cry years of joy when I remembered that he was never caught. And that he was a cold blooded killer. OH HELL NA!! I'm not meeting him unless there are the sets of iron bars between us. Sorry, Jack.

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Hello. Sorry. Short chapter. I know. Kill me later, ok? Thanks.