Anxiety set in. What did he mean none of what you had just told him happened? You wrapped the uncomfortable cloth around you, squeezing shut the itchy fabric to seal out the London frost.

"I don't understand, that's how the story goes, I started from episode one, the very beginning!" Your head fell into your hands, or at least the blanket your hands were covered with. You felt defeated and started to feel dizzy, the confusion was making it hard to focus on what you knew about the show.

The reaper humed a sigh, "I don't rightly know where y'got your information from but seems ta me like y'ave t'be tellin' the truth. No liar would'a come to me shop knowin' me t'be a reaper and then tell me somethin' I wouldn't believe." he crunched on a treat, "Anyone who knows betta would know I'd kill em on th'spot."

You looked up at him, the jagged scars on his face peaking through his curtain like bangs and you traced them to where his eyes would be, behind that thick mop of hair. "So you believe me because no smart person, who knows who you are, would lie to you?"

"Pr'cisely, dearie." His already wide grin became wider and you could see the remnants of dog treats caked on his teeth. You wanted to vomit. "Ain't to sure 'bout whatcha expect me t'do about it though." he stood up, placing the jar back on the shelf behind you and then made his way to his front doors again, picking up a tall black top hat on his way.

"Hey! Wait! You're not going to kick me out are you?" You scrambled to your feet, still clutching tight the blanket around you.

He turned his head to you, shaking it, a no. Before you could ask what he was doing he opened one side of the door and a gust of wind hit you in the face, causing your cheeks to feel frostbitten. You hadn't realized just how dark it was in the shop until your eyes were assaulted by the brightness of natural light. You squeezed them shut for a second, blinking to adjust to the change.

When you opened your eyes completely again you almost didn't believe them. There, stood in front of you was the Earl Ciel Phantomhive and his demon butler. In the flesh. On second thought, no, you did not believe it.

The Undertaker welcomed them in, a docile giggle followed as they stepped past the threshold. You watched as they moved further into the shop, stopping in the middle as Sebastian took Ciel's coat and folded it over his left arm, bowing slightly at his waist.

"Welcome to me humble ol' shop, young Earl." greeted the reaper. "What can I do ya for?"

"Quit the chatter Undertaker, you know what I came here for." Came the dignified young voice of the earl. "I need information on the murders that have been happening around East London. The Queen thinks them suspicious and put me in charge of the investigation." The young lord spared a glance your way but said nothing. Instead he looked back at the Undertaker and awaited a response.

"Information y'say? Well, ya' know the price for such a service." He wrung his hands together in anticipation. His mouth became slick with drool, some of it spilling from the corners of his lips.

Ciel sighed, "See to it the Undertaker is paid, Sebastian"

The demon bent again at his waist and placed his right hand on his chest, "Yes, of course, young master." His voice was just as smooth and deceptively saccharine as in the show. J. Michael Tatum did a fantastic job. "Please do wait outside." he requested, putting the boy's coat back on him, "You too, miss."

You noticed he was talking to you, his deep crimson eyes focused in on yours and you faltered, taking a step back as if he had physically pushed you. You brought a hand up, pointing at yourself, "Me?" you asked.

The butler closed his eyes, a small toying grin having found its way onto his lips. "I see no other in this room I'd be talking to."

You dropped your hand and flushed a little in embarrassment, "Oh right, yeah of course, sorry about that. I'll uh- yeah I'll go outside." You looked over at the undertaker and asked, "Can I take this blanket out with me? It's cold."

They all turned to look at you and you shrunk a little under their collective gaze. "Of course y'can dearie. Now, out ya get, I'm ready ta receive me payment." You looked at the demon and the boy, both had a look of slight confusion on their faces. You decide it was probably best to just go outside and so that was what you did, the young Earl following suit, his cane tapping on the floor along the way.

When the doors shut behind you and the fresh cold frost hit your face you sighed, looking downcast at the thin, itchy cloth wrapped around you. "So," piped up the young boy by your side, "who are you?" it wasn't so much a question as much as a command. No doubt a voice used to ordering others around.

You figured it best to answer sooner rather than later, given the impatience that began to settle on Ciel's face. "I'm [Y/N]. I'm uh- a long way from home." You rubbed at your face, a sudden feeling of self consciousness washing over you.

"Right, and what business do you have with the Undertaker?" He didn't bother to even look at you, instead watching people pass by.

"It's a long story." As much as you would have liked to just tell him your situation, you got the feeling he would be a lot harder to convince.

"I like stories." He turned his head and you noticed a smirk on his face. Oh right, he was a kid. Why was that so easy to forget? He did seem the type of kid to enjoy stories, you were willing to bet he would get a kick out of yours.

Before you had the chance to share your epic tale of couch surfing, Netflix watching and then the eventual world jumping a deafening laugh from inside the shop found its way to your ears. You jumped in surprise, while in contrast, Ciel simply sighed.

You heard a creak and you turned your attention to the demon as he stepped out to hold the door. "You may come in now, young master." His eyes darted to you, "You may come back in too, miss, lest you freeze out here in those thin clothes." His smile was polite and charming but you knew better than to trust that façade. Regardless of how many x reader fanfics you'd read about him you were aware that he was a demon, and that it was not likely that he was the same man those stories made him out to be.

You followed Ciel in, keeping as far from Sebastian as possible all the while not letting him out of your sight. You tried not to make it obvious, you had been taught not to stare after all. As you attempted to keep to the other side of the room you watched as the reaper dragged a body from the coffin next to you.

WARNING

You never thought you'd be that frightened to see a dead body, not after having seen those crime documentaries, but as soon as you laid eyes on it you could feel bile rise in your throat and tears prick at your eyes. The dry greenish yellow of its slightly bloated skin, the dark purples of its sunken features and the smell, oh god the smell. You threw up in your mouth a little and shut your eyes, unable to hide the sight even behind your eyelids.

WARNING

"Y'look like you've never seen a dead body, dearie." remarked the god of death himself. You swallowed the sick in your mouth and it burned.

"That's because I haven't." You covered your eyes with a hand, holding the blanket with the other "Not in person."

"You've never seen a dead body?" questioned the young voice of Ciel "It's London, there is death everywhere. It's surprising you have managed to go this long without seeing one."

"Yeah, well, where I'm from it's not as easy as just turning into a dark alley." you mustered. You didn't hear anything after that, but you could only assume they were all probably looking at you like you were crazy.

"Anyways me Lord, as 'm sure y'can see this new specimen' ere is a man. He's had his eyes gouged out, just as the othas from the area."

A hum left the young lord's throat, "Figured as much. Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord?"

"See to it that you interview the suspect list when we get back. I'd like to have the murderer dealt with by tonight."

"Very good, shall we be on our way then?"

There was a pause and then the click of heeled shoes on the floor. You heard a coffin beside you open and shut and felt a bony hand clasp onto your shoulder.

"Y'can open yer eyes now." the reaper whispered in your ear.

You did as you were told and opened your eyes, thankfully catching no glimpse of any dead body. When you scanned the room you saw that Ciel had taken a seat on a nearby chair a few meters away, facing you. "I'm interested in the story you promised me."

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to scrub away the image of death before you could even think to answer.

"Please do not keep my young master waiting, he has a very busy schedule." Came the butler's voice. His smile was somewhat threatening, and for some reason it made you want to withhold information about yourself.

"Wh- hey, you know what, how about I tell you your story?" You paused, hoping they would think you were just some fortune teller or something and leave without wanting to know.

"What, like some kind of fortune teller?" Ciel asked. Bingo.

"Uh, yeah!" That earned you an incredulous look from Sebastian.

"Young Master, I believe it may serve as no use to you to learn of your future from a... Fortune teller." Sebastian looked as though he was telling you not to say anything, serving you a glare.

"Quiet, Sebastian. I'll humor you, stranger. Do tell me of what my future holds." You were sure he didn't believe you either, it was probably more likely that he was just asking you to continue to spite his demon butler. He rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, his head in his hand. "Go on."

Oh, great, he wanted to know more. "Right yes." clearing your throat, you prepared to tell the boy his own story. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, have you by any chance had a meeting with an Italian man that runs one of your shops?" you hoped for a negative answer, at least then you would be able to conclude that the story in black butler hadn't happened yet.

You noticed both Sebastian and Ciel perked up at that. "No, I'm supposed to see him tomorrow." Ciel leaned forward, "how did you know about that."

Perfect! So you had entered the series at a point right before the story started. "I'm a fortune teller. I know things." you replied, nerves still biting at you, "You and your butler find out that he's sold the shop he was in charge of and then he asks you for money. You guys play some sort of monopoly- uh, board game and everything that happens in the game happens to the guy. He breaks a leg and gets into an oven." You thought of what happened next but were interrupted before you could say.

"That is quite enough. Young Master I suggest we be on our way." You thought you started to realize what was annoying the demon so much. He wanted Ciel to figure things out on his own, you were pretty sure it had something to do with his soul.

Ciel held a hand up to his butler all the while not looking away from you, "No, I'm curious, continue."

You were not sure you should, the piercing gaze Sebastian was levelling on you made you wish you had never said anything at all. "I'm sorry Ci- young lord," you corrected, recognizing the situation you were in, "I believe it's best for you to figure out the rest without my help."

The boy sat back in his chair, a look of boredom on his face. "I had hoped you would be able to tell me more. Well, I suppose we're done here." He stood up and turned towards the door. "We'll be back soon enough, Undertaker."

With that, the conversation is finished, the butler bowed slightly towards the reaper and straightened, sparing you one final look before opening the door and following his master out.