Ara Haan had always loved snooty New York with its happy, hot hills. It was a place where she felt puzzled.

She was a special, sinister, cocoa drinker with moist arms and ginger feet. Her friends saw her as a bad, brave bear. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a nutty puppy. That's the sort of woman he was.

Ara walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. The hail pounded like drinking hamsters.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ciel . Ciel was a selfish hero with handsome arms and greasy feet.

Ara gulped. She was not prepared for Ciel.

As Ara stepped outside and Ciel came closer, she could see the mangled glint in his eye.

Ciel gazed with the affection of 8470 noble poised pigeons. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a fight."

Ara looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the giant sandwich. "Ciel, get out of my house," she replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two dirty, delicious donkeys dancing at a very selfish accident, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, Ciel lunged forward and tried to punch Ara in the face. Quickly, Ara grabbed the giant sandwich and brought it down on Ciel's skull.

Ciel's handsome arms trembled and his greasy feet wobbled. He looked confident, his emotions raw like a bumpy, boiled book.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Ciel was dead.

Ara Haan went back inside and made herself a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END

Author's Note: I got this out of this ( .uk/story/) plot generator. You guys should try this out. It was hilarious. I will update my two other fics soon enough.

~Kalafinn