Chapter 1 What Are The Odds?

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Sunlight streamed against the large window of the spacious bedroom, providing the male on the bed enough illumination to make him groan in annoyance.

"Young Master, it's time to wake up." came a gentle voice as the sound of the heel of someone's shoes scraped against the carpeted floor.

"I'm awake... Just have my eyes closed." The raven haired male on the bed moaned out, tossing his body on the other side of the bed to escape the harsh attack of the sunlight.

The source of the gentle voice released a chuckle, making him cover his mouth with his gloved hand. His jet black hair swayed against such subtle movement, his piercing red eyes slightly squinting. "Young Master, I could've let you sleep the whole day if you're still a child that I need to foster." He said, walking to the large bed. He then picked the blanket situated on the bed, tugging it out his master's body. "But you're already twenty-one years old."

"Hm..."

"And you've long wasted your youth so can you please stand up and be an adult now?"

"Tsch." The noble released a sound of irritation, a sign that he yielded defeat. He sat up his position, brushing his hair aside.

Another morning. Another day to loath.

He glared at his perfect butler as the male clad in black started to set his master's breakfast with a smile.

It has been years since Ciel Phantomhive summoned this demon to fulfill his whims. And it has been six years since the demon aided him in finding the entity that killed his parents and ruined his otherwise perfect life-an angel by the name of Angela. With one of his goals down, what was left to do is look for his younger sister.

He knows himself that the probability of his sister being alive is indeed unfavorable but he won't be swayed by such calculations. He'll look for his sister and find her no matter what-may she be in a coffin or nothing but a pile of ashes.

Ciel took a sip of the tea prepared for him, submerging into a deep trail of his thoughts.

So far, he had kept going in circles or dead ends. Facts would falsify and rumors would turn out to be truths. He was getting impatient. Not only does he need to look for his sister. He also needs to tend to the queen's orders as a guard dog.

Just this thought of all the pressure he was feeling made him tightened his grip on his cup.

"Sebastian, have you found any new clues?" he finally spoke out.

"None so far, Young Master."

Ciel released a growl, slamming his cup on his bedside table. "... I lost my appetite."

"I would like you to prepare the carriage. We'll be heading out to find any lead whilst solving this new case from the Queen." He ordered, standing up from his bed and brushing his hair back.

"Oh? How about your change of clothes, then?" came Sebastian's teasing voice.

"Shut up. I'm too old to get teased by your nonsensical taunts." Ciel answered calmly. "Get out."

"Too old? You can't even make a move on Lady Elizabeth." A pillow came Sebastian's direction in which he caught with ease. The butler chuckled and went for the door. "You'll always be this mansion's young master. That said, please be always prepared with our antics." With that, he closed the door and left the noble pondering.

"Right. There's still a few months left before I marry Elizabeth." He voiced out, scratching his head. "Tsch. Another nuisance. What is up about marriage anyway?"

He stared out the window, looking up the blue sky. "I can't see myself as someone to love and marry."

However, acts such as marriage was beyond his free will. Even his lost sister was betrothed to his fiancee's older brother.

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"Damn it!" a blonde rose from her bed, curly locks flying in every direction possible.

She looked around her surroundings, calming down once she realized that she was in her house, her room to be more specific.

"Damn that dream." She whined, rubbing her throbbing temple.

She was having her beauty sleep when a nightmare started to hunt her. She cannot remember much details except for red piercing eyes. This nightmare has been ruining her sleep ever since she could remember. It was enough to drive one insane. But not her. Sabrina Luthferd was too busy to even think about being insane.

She stood up from her bed, pulling her curtains to look out her small window. She was then greeted by the sun's light and the busy streets just below her house.

Her house was not spacious, but it was not cramped either. It was a two-story house with a bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and a small terrace. It was painted with the color of crème inside and the color of crimson on the outside. She was proud of her house. It was the symbol of all her hard work. All the songs she sang. All the drinks she served. All the gropes she got from the customers. All the humiliation she received from all the jealous females.

She released a soft laugh at her own thoughts. Her eyes then landed on the wall clock just above her bed. It was still daytime and her work doesn't start until it was nighttime.

There was no way that she'll go back to bed now that all her senses were awake. With that in mind, she decided to take a walk along the busy streets of her town.

Being a famous entertainer means that most people know you and what you look like. To avoid much attention, she decided to wear a simple brown trench coat that covered majority of her body and half of her face and fur gloves to keep her hands warm. She then tied her long blonde hair into a bun and finally went out the streets.

The street was buzzing with so much vigor as Sabrina expected. She tried to avoid all the human contact possible as people trudge their way without giving any damn about the person they might hinder. Sabrina heard distant cursing as she fumbled around, telling her to walk properly. Such actions brought hardships towards the female's journey. This made her release a huff. She can walk but the crowd was making her hard to do so.

"Tsch. What did I even expect in this disguise?" she asked herself, shaking her head in dismay. "Walk in a red carpet laid down by a noble and be escorted by a handsome butler clad in black?"

She laughed at her wild imagination, finally deciding to stop by a bakery and perhaps, to her friend afterwards. She was about to turn right when a scene caught her attention.

It was two children, a girl and a boy, in tattered articles of clothing. The little girl was snuggling close to her brother, trying to get as much body heat needed. The boy, on the other hand, appeared to be lost yet he still kept his hand tightly wrapped around the little girl's. They were probably siblings trying to find a way to get food in their mouths.

Such sight made Sabrina's heart throb. The scene was oddly warm in her perceptive. It made her want to adopt the two. However, she should face the fact that she was not an orphanage and she was not financially stable.

Releasing another huff, she made a dash towards the bakeshop. She can't be the savior to the children but she can at least be a good fellow. With that line of thought, she bought two bagful of pastries and ran back where she saw the children.

Upon returning though, she skidded to a halt as she noticed two individuals talking to the young lads. They were both finely dressed. However, one was obviously a noble with his ocean blue eyes and fancy clothing. The other one was a butler, as one can notice with his attire. Both were dashingly handsome and both emitted a mysterious aura. Sabrina inched closer in a slow phase, not wanting to bring unnecessary attention. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on the noble as she take on his attractive and familiar appearance. However, she was still in high alert in case the males tried something with the young ones.

To her relief, the noble young man just handed out a small sack of which she assumed were bag filled with coins before he trudged away, the butler tailing behind him.

With that, the entertainer walked to the two children, lightly pulling down the coat that was covering her face.

"May I ask what you two are doing with nothing to protect you in this cold weather?" Sabrina asked, crouching down to their level.

"What is it to you?" the young boy haughtily asked, sending off a cute glare.

"Older brother that is rude!" the girl spoke out before turning to Sabrina with a full toothed grin. "It's okay, ma'am! The noble a while ago gave us money! We can buy something warm to eat."

"Mhm. The noble seems to be nice. But! I'm also nice. You see, I hate losing so..." The female gave the older brother a bag full of freshly baked goods. "You can have all of these bread..." she then took off the fur gloves she was wearing and slid it into the little girl's hands. "And these gloves. Since I only have a pair, you should hold your brother's hand tightly so that his hands will also be warm. Okay?"

"I'm sorry that this is the only aid I can offer to the both of you." She apologized.

She couldn't give them a warm home and that made her feel guilty. She had experienced being a street child herself. However, someone gave her a home while some street children remained in their current state. This fact was a blessing and yet, it was also a source of guilt she shoulders.

"Can you tell me your names?" she smiled, staring hopefully at the young boy who had his snarky tongue cut so suddenly.

"...Thomas." The boy answered shyly. "...She's Mary Rose."

Sabrina chatted with the two for a while before she decided that it was getting too cold to her liking. She bid farewell and decided to run to the place where her friend works.

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Ciel was at the entrance of Undertaker's shop when he heard the boisterous laughter of the said man.

"Buwahahahahaha!" came his loud laughter that made the noble cringe. "And then what, Sabry!?"

The blue eyed individual exchanged glances with his butler who was simply smirking and was gesturing at the door. With that, the noble sighed. "Fine. Let's go in."

Sebastian opened the door and Ciel entered, removing his hat and handing it to his butler.

"Undertaker." He spoke out but was quickly cut as he took notice of the scene displayed in front of him.

Undertaker was laughing his ass out while a lady kept slapping his shoulder with the bone cookies he usually offers to his guests.

"And then! And then! The bride saw her groom ran away with another man! Everyone was in chaos!" Sabrina laughed, tears trickling on the side of his eyes. She plopped down the bone cookie she was hitting Undertaker with in her mouth, quickly swallowing it afterwards. "And-!"

"Excuse me." It was the butler clad in black who spoke. His master was too surprised by the scenery to even utter a single word. "We are here to ask you, Undertaker, questions about a case entrusted by the queen."

The blonde female turned to the duo and was slightly surprised to find out that Undertaker, her friend, was acquainted to these gentlemen who she saw a couple of moments ago. What are the odds? Despite the surprise, she gave a small bow towards the two in which Sebastian returned in courtesy.

"I think that I should leave." She said, taking a last sip from the tea that Undertaker prepared in a beaker for her.

"But we're still in the middle of your story about your trip in Paris!" Undertaker lightly whined. But soon, he grinned his Cheshire grin. "Oh well, that can wait."

Sabrina nodded at him, standing up and dusting her clothes off. She picked up her trench coat that was lying on top of a coffin and walked out the shop, not forgetting to greet the noble who was still in a state of shock. She was soon completely gone, leaving the three men in the gloomily dangerous shop.

"Would you like some, Earl Phantomhive?" Undertaker offered, his urn-shaped container filled with bone cookies in hand.

Ciel merely gave a glare, walking closer to the gray-haired man. He finally recovered from the shock. "Who is that lady?"

"Hmm?" the shop owner tilted his head, a grin still on his face. "Are you, perhaps, interested in my Sabry? Khukhukhu."

"Yes but not in that way you're suggesting."

"Mhmm. Well, her name is Sabrina Luthferd and she is a famous entertainer from the pub called Thornless Rose. She sings pretty well, khukhukhu."

"How about her family?"

Undertaker paused. "Earl, I believe it is best to ask her yourself. I am in no position to tell you that." He gave an eerie smile, biting on a bone cookie he was holding.

This made Ciel frown. He was feeling a wave of familiarity towards the female. He needed to know who she is.

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord?"

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