"Well, the time has come to say our farewells at last. I must say, it's been cracking good funnn!" The undertaker laughed.
Anger appeared upon both the butler dressed in black and bloody red haired grim reaper's face, causing them to launch themselves at him.
Caught off guard, the undertaker swiftly dodges the butler's kick to the face-since he couldn't punch him because in his arms was his young master-and stops the red reaper's death scythe with his own weapon.
Although the black Butler was aiming for the undertaker's head, he did, however, seem to break off a chain of hair lockets from his neck-and what a lovely piece of jewelry it was.
Seven silver beautifully decorated lockets hung from a long, gold chain.
Wide-eyed, the undertaker, desperately, reached out to grab it, but before he could the young boy, with the eye patch in his butler's arm, caught the shining chain.
Undertaker was shocked by the boy's action. Nevertheless, he smirked.
"-Lord Earl. I entrust that to your keeping for the present. Please take it with you and treat it with care."
Jumping up into the air and landing perfectly in a kneeing position, Undertaker looked up at the young master with a genuine smile.
"For it is my treasure."
Abruptly, a man with long silver hair and a scar running across his face sits up in his coffin-bed, a frown plastered on his lips.
As he recalls the memory that came to him in a dream, he unconsciously stretches his hand for his neck to discover that the chain of hair lockets is still in Ciel Phantomhive's present.
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A short distance from London, just beyond the fog-cloaked forest, there stands a well kept manor house.
Its resident is the head of the Phantomhive Family, a distinguished aristocrat.
The master of the house, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, rules a vast domain at the age of thirteen.
He is also the president of "Funtom", a toy and confectionery manufacturer . . . and has grown "Funtom" into a massive corporation within a very short amount of time with his gifts of cunning and management.
A silver cart, filled with gorgeous flowered tea set, is being pushed through the halls by a stunning, tall butler. He stops in front of one of the wooden doors and knocks.
"Pardon me, sir."
The butler let's himself in. Casually he strolls over to the side of the bed, in the center of the room.
"Good morning, young master. It is time for you to wake up." He parks the cart and walks over to the closed curtained windows. Pulling back the fabric, sun shine flows into the room, lighting it up like a lamp. "It is a fine day today."
The boy rolls the covers off his drowsy face, rubbing his eyes. Picking up a saucer with a tea cup right on top, the butler pours some hot, fresh tea into cup, the places it back down on the cart.
"For today's breakfast, I have prepared poached salmon and mint salad. We have toast, scones, and Pain de campagne on the side. Which would you prefer?"
". . . scone," the boy yawned. "This aroma . . . Ceylon tea, hm?" He sits up on the unmade bed.
The butler helped dress his master into his morning attire. "Yes, sir. From Royal Doulton. The tea set is wedgewood blue and white."
"And the schedule for today?"
"Professor Hugues, an authority in Kingcraft, will arrive after breakfast, sir. And after lunch-"
"CIIIIIIEEEEEEL!! I MISSED YOOOOU SOOO!!"
A girl with a frilly pink dress and golden, curly pigtails galloped through the front doors and squeezed the young master with both arms.
"It has been quite some time since we saw you last, miss." The butler bows his head slightly.
"Why . . . good day, Sebastian!" Blondie lifts part of her dress up and curtsies.
Ciel collects himself together from the bone crushing hug. "Sebastian, please shut the door and show Elizabeth to one of the guest rooms."
"Oh, dear. I've almost forgotten." Elizabeth starts talking to something . . . or somebody on the other side of the entrance.
"Come on, don't be shy."
Slowly, fingers grip around the edges of the door, then an arm, and finally a girl's body appears in the door frame.
Her hair was held up in a simple bun; although, on her right side a slim braid was mended into her ivy locks.
The dress she wore was oddly plain; considering the fact she was with Elizabeth for who knows how long.
"Ciel, Sebastian, this is my best friend, Alice."
