A/N - This is a sequel to my other Kuro story, 'Soul Corruption', if you don't want to read 'Soul Corruption' due to its M rating, then only the following information is really needed: Ciel married Lizzie, Lizzie had an affair with Sebastian, Ciel inevitably died. I highly suggest reading 'Soul Corruption' for full context though no warnings - for once.

It was a dark smoggy night in London's east end. An immaculately well-dressed young man in a maroon suit with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes stood casually in quite possibly the dirtiest alley in the area. He stood smoking a rolled tobacco cigarette leaning against the wall with one ankle crossed over the other. The door he stood next to was equally shabby with the black paint peeling away and the dim hum of a dying gas lamp above it. From behind the door came a number of unholy screams and the sounds of breaking glass and wood, this went on for about 5 minutes before ceasing. The young man continued smoking the cigarette like nothing was wrong, until the door opened and his sharp blue eyes shot to the door at his left, his hand reached inside his jacket ready to shoot whom ever stepped out. He tensed slightly before relaxing when he saw the person immerging. A young woman - taller than the young man - with jet black hair, a pale complexion, a lithe narrow form and the darkest eyes you ever did see, walked out. Her dark navy dress was ripped and covered in blood spatter here and there, but she didn't seem to care much. The young man handed her a linen drawstring bag. She opened said bag and proceeded to take out a dress of the same design she was wearing and without hesitation she tore off the offended, tattered cloth and put on her new garment. Once she was changed, she reached back in to the bag and pulled out a pair of black gloves and slipped them neatly on. The young man threw his finished cigarette to the ground with his black, leather, gloved hands and extinguished it with his well-polished shoes. The young man pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to the young woman.

"You have red on your cheek." He stated bluntly. The young woman's expression was blank and unreadable as she took the handkerchief and swiped the crimson mark from her cheek. The young man took out another hand rolled cigarette from his silver case lit it and then continued, "What did you find out? Anything good?"

"No." The young woman folded the handkerchief and handed it back to the young man

"Really, care to expand on your findings Ceceila, I don't want to have to discuss business at Milward's party." He held an incredulous look as he spoke and took a long drag from his cigarette. With his blue eyes unblinking he stared at her until Ceceila looked away and sighed.

"Crippen is guilty, but we knew that already, the American boards the SS Remote in 5 days time so we have until then to catch him and deal with him. That is all I found out." she crossed her arms and started to leave the alley before the young man grabbed her arm. "Warren…." Her tone held unsaid warning.

"I understand you don't like these little excursions, but don't withhold information from me Ceceila, I can tell when you are lying, I'm your brother, and right now you are lying. You found out more information and you are going to tell me so that when we go to the party I can forget for a few hours that this is…what this is." The young man – Warren – spoke to his sister with a softer tone than before but no less relenting. He would know what she knew even if they had to stand in this alley all night.

"I told you, we have 5 days to find Dr. Crippen before he sails home for the states that is all I found, take it or leave it and let go of my arm." Ceceila could very easily pull out of his grip without much effort; she was much stronger than her brother who had a weak constitution and small stature. People often said how much he looked like their father and the same people often commented how for twins they looked so different. Warren released his grip on Ceceila's arm and took another deep inhale of his cigarette.

"Fine a compromise then, we will discuss it further at home with mother, since she wants to be kept in the loop with this one." Suddenly his whole demeanour changed and he clapped his hands together and plastered a large cheerful smile across his face that looked entirely out of place given their location and situation.

"Right, shall we head to the party then? I'm simply dying to try that new vintage that Milward had imported from Brussels." He held out an arm for his sister to take and she looped her arm around his unceremoniously. The two young beautiful nobles floated gracefully out of a dingy alley in the east end, looking shiny and pristine in comparison to their surroundings. They hailed a hansom cab and Warren - as the gentleman he is - opened the door for his sister, Ceceila, before she took his hand and climbed in. Anyone looking upon the sight would comment on how lovely they both looked, the epitome of English nobility. Truthfully, however, anyone who knew who they were knew that they were anything but.