Ugh Kou...I hate you so fucking much, even if it was only a 'dream'. It doesn't help that he has that damned magic eye so he can read my heart! I liked him, I liked all of them, we've been friends for a while now.

He seems to act a bit like Grey too.

Two-faced, arrogant and selfish, a cheery exterior that hides the vicious monster underneath. They also seemed to look good in a bow...

Ack! What am I thinking? It's too early in the morning to frustrate myself over such measly topics! I'm in the middle of flipping murder mystery and I can't let such inappropriate thoughts do this...

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"Oh my." I blurted out as I saw the scene in front of me, the other party guests have gathered in a circle around Sebastian's dead body. Though both me and Grey looked at in in suspicion and his with confusion as we both remembered him being stabbed at the back.

Now he was stabbed at the front.

Guess the demon just wanted to amuse himself? I wonder if Ciel would put up to his alibi, he and...Arthur, they're still in the room. The servants seem to be crying, and from what I noticed...there's just four of them, usually a mansion like this would be coupled with many servants. Either Sebastian is doing everything, these servants are also good or both.

"What are we going to tell the young master!?" The maid sobbed, her voice slightly nasally from the weight of her glasses.

I stared at Sebastian for a minute, not knowing if I should act shocked. Then I heard footsteps, and Ciel barged in the room. His sapphire eyes widened, as he got closer to Sebastian, the maid tried to stop him...only to be pushed away.

I wonder how you'll do this act, Earl.

But I still want a donut~~All this murder and secret and blood is making me hungry.

"Sebastian, stop fooling around. I doubt that you're comfortable sleeping on a cold floor," Ciel said.

""

His tone raised a few decibels, and I could see the concerned look in everyone's eyes.

"...Didn't you hear me, Sebastian?" He stepped on his body, the soft sound of the blood splattering underneath his foot.

"I said get up."

With no sign of a reaction, Ciel gritted his teeth and clutched on the tending stick. He then pulled it out, and threw it away to a corner. Kneeling down, he clutched the butler's collar; leaving his hands bloody.

"Sebastian, wake up this instant!! That's an order!!" Ciel slapped him, "Didn't you hear my order!?" He yelled.

"Who said you could die?"

"I won't allow this! Sebastian!"

"Open your--"

But before he could continue his beating, the chef held his hand.

"Young master...give it a rest, will you? He's already...dead."

I really must applaud you Ciel, you've grown up so much. The part where you just whispered, "Is it true? Are you dead Sebastian?" It really was astounding but I could see your sadistic smirk, oh well. You just seemed to have the others tricked though.

As the little blue boy stood in the corner, the others finally gave to their concern. Arthur inspected the body, and suspected that there were multiple culprits. ...Finny, yelled that we shouldn't say such things in front of Ciel, the maid obviously apologized in his behalf as the Grey insisted on discussing this over food.

He always thinks with his stomach anyway.

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"He really saved us by preparing all these properly,"Ciel commented.

Breakfast rolled on around and we were eating peacefully, the tension from earlier had loosened and it seemed like any other breakfast.

Something felt strange though, it didn't make my stomach drop but this looming gloom.

"Hey, Miss Irene, can I have that?" Grey asked, breaking the ice.

Miss Irene didn't hesistate, "You can have it, I've lost my appetite anyway--"

"I didn't mean yours," Grey interrupted, "The one next to you."

Everyone's focus suddenly turned to that simple plate. It was untouched, was someone missing? Come to think of it..

"Oh my, there is indeed one too many," Irene said."Perhaps the chef mixed up the numbers

"

"No, it was Sebastian who prepared breakfast, it's not like him to mix up," Ciel answered her.

"Huh..Then whose is it?"

"Aren't we all, ah-- It's Mr. Phelps, isn't it?"