I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is my second yaoi-ish story because my friend asked me to do this and is slowly turning me into a yaoi fan girl. I am doing this out of impulse and I updating will vary from time to time. I have a Sebastian and Allen thing going on. It would make me happy to see more of this crossover pairing. This will be a slight rewrite of the Kuroshitsuji anime with Allen Walker in it. (Since I lost my manga version and my computer is mean when reading online scans)

WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations

PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian

MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel

NOTE: There will be not a slight hint of Yullen in this story. Sorry all you Yullen fan girls, I hate that pairing with a fiery passion.

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

CHAPTER 5: That Butler and Exorcist, Performs

It was a bright, shining day at the Phantomhive Manor. Ciel was doing working, Timcampy on his head. Sebastian was pushing the trolley for tea of his Young master, while Allen was dusting off his master's study. Ciel read aloud from today's newspaper, "Because of their third anniversary, the Funtom Company will give poor children a present in the form of a play. The program will be Hamlet." He sighed and closed the book.

"We are doing great." Allen said positively.

"Anyone participating in a charity even makes you feel admiration for the young master's philanthropic spirit," Sebastian sad as he ever-so perfectly poured the tea.

"Philanthropic?" Ciel echoed, bored. "In this case, love creates money. The Funtom Company gives love to poor children, and that kind of reputation brings money."

He was interrupted by Bard's sobbing. Outside, he, Finnie, and Tanaka were outside, in a joyous morose feeling. Actually, they were eavesdropping on Ciel's conversation. "Stop it! How moving!" Bard sobbed. "Giving love to children in need!"

Finnie wiped his eyes, "Our young master, who also lost his parents, should also understand what these children feel, right?" Tanaka took out a hanky and dabbed his eyes while chuckling.

"Hey! Have you heard anything I've said?" Ciel barked, a bit flustered.

Allen couldn't help it, he laughed. "As expected of the young master. No…rather, of a child." He teased. Ciel leered and gritted his teeth.

Sebastian glanced at the newspaper where Timcampy rested on, "Even so, Hamlet..?" He began explaining one of Shakespeare's greats. "His father was killed and Prince Hamlet swears revenge on his own life. It seems that this piece was made especially for the Young Master."

"It's simply the piece chosen by the theater group that I hired," Ciel replied, relaxing and sitting down. "I am not interested in the content.

"Young master!" Maylene bursted in the doors. She told the terrible news to her lord.

"What?" Ciel turned to his maid, the other servant soon dropping in. "Yes, the ship the actors were on had an accident. It seems that they will only arrive in London next week!"

"How terrible!" Allen commented.

Ciel groaned and rubbed his temple. "But the show starts in three days. Also we used large-scale advertising." Maylene cringed a bit as the male servants looked at one another. "And the press will also be there. It is impossible to postpone the event."

"What would you like to do?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel sighed, "There is still a lot to do. Sebastian, Allen, this is an order! Make this stage play a success so as to not defile the name of Phantomhive." He ordered his two butlers.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Hey, tell me Ran-Mao. Which character do you want to be?" Lau asked his favorite girl who sat on his lap, her chin his pointer and thumb.

"Seaweed," she replied simply.

Soma swung his cloak around, "If I act in the play, then I'll be the Ramakrishna, for sure!"

"Ah, that would be divine, Soma-sama!" Agni swooned, hand clutched his chest because it was so godly in his image.

"Oi, if I do this? Can I be the guy who gets the girl? And can the girl be pretty...You know…a strike!" Lavi said giving thumbs up.

"I want to be a princess," Lizzie smiled, sparkles in her eyes. "And wear a gorgeous gown with multiple layers!"

The Undertaker giggled madly, "Since it is a good opportunity. I want to dress like that too."

"Eh? You as a princess," Lizzie looked at the eerie man, complete opposite to the bright and cheery girl, dumbstruck. "That's not cute at all."

Ciel felt a vein pop, his idiot butlers had invited all of his acquaintances and cousin. "Seaweed, an Indian, the guy who gets the girl and two princesses…" he grumbled. "I said the play is Hamlet!" Allen faked a polite smile in all this mess. He turned to his butlers, "Sebastian, Allen, why did you invite a group of amateurs to participate in the play?"

Allen smiled, "A work of charity should be done by oneself."

Sebastian smirked playfully, "It's not about giving money o a theatre group to do" he chuckled, grinning, cracking his knuckles a bit. "And also, if the problem is with everyone gathered here." His expression darkened to malevolence, "I think the public can be forgiving.

Everyone turned and became silent. "That gave me chills," Allen admitted softly.

"And, of course, the young master with also participate in the play," Sebastian smiled.

Ciel blinked, "In an emergency like this," he huffed.

Allen finished, "the young master can understand that's the best option, is it not?" he smirked, teasing his master, "Because the young master is an adult, right?"

Ciel growled like a dog, glaring angrily at his butlers.

And so began the Voice Training. Allen played piano for everyone to use their voices in different tones. "Well, let's begin," he said looking to the group.

"First, a warm-up." Sebastian said. He then began the warm-up for singing, singing in all basic tones. Everyone copied, their voices and tones, from high to baritone did not fit at all. Lau's sounded like he was moaning in pleasure. Sebastian tried again, but was interrupted by the groaning of Lau. On the couch, Ran-Mao was giving Lau a foot massage. "Do not get affectionate." Sebastian stated deadpanned.

Allen then began playing the piano. "Now." He alarmed the group. Once again they warmed up. But this time it was not Lau who went a bit higher, it was Soma. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Soma cried. He and Lavi were enjoying a curry lunch, being served by Agni. "Don't eat curry," Sebastian scolded.

"But its good," Lavi replied simply.

Agni smiled, "I prepared a lot. Would you not like to try some, Mr. Sebastian?"

"No thanks," he raised his hand, adjusting his music glasses.

Allen groaned, "I want to try some."

Like a drill sergeant, Sebastian tapped the composing stick on his hand like a crop. "Now, let's continue with the acting." He pointed the stick at them.

Next was Performance.

Ciel was reading over his lines, taking the lead as Prince Hamlet. "To be or not be, that is the question." He repeated his lines, his voice monotone.

Sebastian's eyebrow gave an irritated twitch. "Young master, please put more heart into your performance."

Ciel flinched a bit. "T-to be or not to be…"

"-If you will act like that," a flamboyant male voice chimed. "it's better to die!" a pair of red scissor met by Ciel's feet.

Allen shuddered and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Oh god, please, no…"

Grell busted through the door dramatically. "What dreadful acting!" the acting-freak gender-confused red shinigami bemoaned, flipping his hair a bit. "Hamlet will die and end with this one time."

"Grell!" Ciel exclaimed. "Why are you here?"

"Who is he?" Lizzie asked aloud. "I think I've seen him somewhere before…"

"You lack heart!" Grell condemned the Earl. "Heart." He tapped on his chest. "The cry come from Hamlet's heart." He rude poked Ciel back roughly. Allen had a right mind to chuck this grand piano at the reaper, he was so furious. "You have to make it resound!" suddenly a random spotlight was on Grell. He did, very well, say Hamlet's infamous quotation, "To be or not to be...That is the question! No! " the spotlight was off. "You should be without problem for such things." He sang and twirled.

"Without problems, without problems," the other sang along with the red reaper, dancing along like in a musical.

Grell skipped about, grabbing Sebastian's hand, rubbing it against his face, singing, "Since the day we met, I changed. ~" Allen was writhing now, about to punch the daylight out of the reaper. "The most important thing is…" he grabbed Allen and dipped him, "LO-VE!" he winked, but Sebastian stuffed his composing stick in Grell's nose, making it bleed and lifting him up. Allen fell to the floor, sighing the relief.

"It's without a problem okay for you to die." Sebastian said jabbing his nose, even maybe his brain with that stick.

"But love and death are always hand in hand, right?" Grell shrugged. "You both make my heart beat…very strongly, Sebas-chan and Al-chan!" the butler dropped the reaper, whom the exorcist at the pleasure of stomping the snot out of the reaper.

Sebastian wiped his conducting stick with a hanky "Although this behavior is suspicious, you could be useful for something, if only for now."

"Aw, Sebastian, do we have to?" Allen whined stomping on Grell's head.

Grell got up and smiled lovingly, "Right!" he hugged Allen's torso. "You are so cute!"

"Get off me!" Allen barked.

Sebastian continued, "Nonetheless, it seems that you are all still very nervous. Please increase your efforts" he turned to Soma, Lavi and Agni. "Therefore, don't eat curry!"

"But it's good," Lavi replied.

Ran-Mao was wiggling around on Lau's lap, mimicking seaweed, "Seaweed," she said, Lau laughed heartily."That's great, Ran-Mao!"

Lizzie put a bright pink bonnet on the Undertaker's head. "Here! I knew it, pink hats are the best!" The Undertaker cackled happily.

Sebastian felt his eyebrow twitch again. Bard yawned bored, "Mr. Sebastian?" Finnie looked to the head of staff.

Suddenly the flames on the candle chandelier blew out by unknown wind. Everyone stopped talking. "Hamlet," Sebastian said everyone looked to the black butler. "who dodged the light of salvation, Othello," he lit a single candle, somehow making it give off an eerie purple light. "King Lear and Macbeth. Together they are called the Four Tragedies of Shakespeare" everyone gathered behind Ciel and listened intently.

The butler placed the candle on the piano, "To better understand the feelings of Hamlet." He cracked his knuckles once more, "we must try to understand the tragedy of the Phantomhive mansion." A dark, demonic aura coming from the scary evil look on Sebastian's face. Everyone gulped and hid behind Ciel, excluding Lau, Agni, Allen, and the Undertaker. Everyone shuddered and gulped at the deadly serious, spooky, eerie, demonic look in that butler's eyes.

Everyone in that room screamed. "Se-Sebastian…Frightful!" Allen cried.

Outside, Pluto's ear twitched a bit from the ruckus.

Three days later, the day of the play had finally arrived. A nun led a line of orphan poor children to the theatre in London. Dusk had passed, and not only children would observe this play, but nobles and aristocrats as well. A carriage opened, letting Viscount Druitt out, who waved at his admirers and fans.

The poor children chattered about in the orchestra seats. "Kyaaa, Viscount-sama!" a girl swooned as Druitt smiled and waved, sitting in his balcony seat.

Allen peeked behind the curtain, grinning. "Aah! We have so many guests," he exclaimed happily. It was a full house.

Bard shivered in excitement, "Eeeh! I'm already nervous!"

Grell was beautifying himself up, curling his hair and using many female hair styling tools and makeup. He admired himself in the mirror. "Ah~ I'm deploying my specialty as an actress?" he swooned.

The Undertaker giggled, he was dressed a pink frilly Queen's dress. Maylene was dressed in a brown knave's outfit. "No way! This costume is anything but cute!"

Sebastian entered the backstage in a black cloak. He saw Maylene carrying a few boxes around the room. He asked her, "Where is the young master."

"Eh, I think he was on the balcony." Maylene replied.

Sebastian looked to Allen, "Allen, could you…" Allen pressed his fingers to the demon's lips, nodding.

Allen went upstairs, seeing Ciel in costume, staring out into the balcony. "So you were here, young master." He smiled. Ciel snorted. "It's too late to tell me you don't want the leading part."

Ciel turned to his teenaged butler, "The prince who lost his father and had the burning desire for revenge. He, have me this role on purpose, didn't he?"

Allen chuckled, and nodded. "No experience as an actor, and so useless that you cannot even sew a button, if he had given you a completely different role from your personality, it would have been a big problem."

"What did you say?"

"Hey don't blame me; this is coming straight from the horse's mouth here." Allen smiled. "If everything is fine, young master," he smirked. "unleash here all your desire for revenge." Ciel stared up at the ex-exorcist. "Young master, are you ready?" he started walking downstairs. "Soon, the curtains will open on revenge."

And so, the curtain did rise for the first act. The lights when on, chattering of excitement continued before the actors came on.

Pluto took a sip of his tea, dressing a lavender dress shirt and black slack. He was sitting in the glass greenhouse. He had just finished a good book. "During a day of rest for adults," the devil dog monologue. "Pluto discovered something because of its established taste." He took up a big dog biscuit, and gave you a big cute grin and took a bite of his biscuit. "A refreshing taste!" he stripped naked and jumped out the glass window. "It's what make dogs go crazy!" he howled as he ran about the garden.

"Inukko by Phantom. Sponsored by Bookman City Tours and Sydney, Author of bestselling crossover story, Bishop on the Playing Board. "

Sydney appears feeding her cocker spaniel. "Even my dog enjoys Inukko. It makes him go crazy as well." She laughs as her dog, Louie, licks her face.

Allen appeared on stage for the first act, he was dressed a colorful jester. He was the narrator on the play, spotlight on him, "In the kingdom of Denmark, the king had died. And his younger brother, Claudius, took the throne in his place." He spoke a bit nervous and loudly, his head bobbing a bit as he spoke, making the bells on his hat chime a bit. "The queen, who deeply loved the king, became the wife of the new king."

The spotlight was then own Lau, who played Claudius. Undertaker was clinging to him as the Queen. Lau began to speak, "It's so sad that my brother is no longer with us, but since we are alive, we have to continue living life to the fullest, right?"

Queen Undertaker giggled, "Hehe. Yes, that's right."

"Touch." Lau's perverse hand wandered onto the Undertaker's bony, pale, flat chest. "Ah, you are wonderful," the oriental king sighed. "Being so well-proportioned. Well-proportioned, well-proportioned." The Undertaker could not take it; he bent over and began to guffaw, since his chest was his ultimate tickle spot.

He laughed madly, tugging on the king's collar, "I did say I wanted something that made me laugh," he tried to swat the perverse king away. "but you didn't have to do it so directly!" he touched his chest, making Undertaker flail in laughter, trying to push him away. The curtain soon dropped quickly.

It rose to the scene of an eerie castle, the stage covered with fog. Allen continued, "The son of the former king, Hamlet, found the ghost of his father." Tanaka was dropped from above, playing the ghost of the former king.

"Oh father," Ciel began to say his lines, very good and very convincing I might add, "why have you appeared before me in this form?" Tanaka simply chuckled n response. "I see. My father, the King, was killed by my evil uncle Claudius, through a poison in his ear." The former king chuckled. Ciel nodded, "I see, I see. You ask me to avenge you in your name." Ciel drew his sword. "Of course, Father!"

From backstage, Maylene, Finnie, and Bard, and Sebastian were watching the performance. "Does he really mean it?" Bard murmured.

"He's a great actor who can tell the story!" Maylene praised.

Soma gad a mini-tantrum, angry that he was not the lead, "But he's not convincing! Why am I'm behind the curtain?"

"Because you only import yourself in eating curry," Sebastian shot back.

"Hey Mr. Sebastian, are you truly sure there's no romance in this play? Because I want to have a passionate stage kiss with the female love interest!" Lavi whined.

"Hamlet is not like the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Mr. Lavi," Sebastian shot back.

Ciel continued, "Father, burning in the flames of hell. Steeped in hate," the spotlight shined brightly on him. "I already cannot go back! I swear that I will avenge your death, Father!"

Maylene was fixing Undertaker's makeup. Undertaker commended Ciel's acting, "Hmm. What passionate acting."

Bard softly yelled, "Move the light to the left, hey!" to Soma and Finnie who were in charge of the lighting curtains, and spotlight.

"So, why am I behind the curtain," he bemoaned, eating his curry in wraps.

"Again, because you only import yourself in eating curry." Sebastian repeated. He peeked behind the curtain to the audience, "More importantly, what are the reactions of our guests?" the kids seemed rather bored and uninterested in the crowd. Yawning, gossiping softly and playing with each other. Some have already dozed off into sleep. "As I thought, Hamlet is too complex for children."

Allen continued narrating, "Hamlet, in order to deceive the king, ends his relationship with Ophelia, and pretends to be insane."

Grell, dressed in a red dress, playing as Ophelia, walked the stag field near the stage river. He held handful of wild flowers, and began dramatically speaking his lines, "Ah, I am a femme fatale."

"Ophelia! So you were here!" Agni said as, playing Ophelia's father, behind him Lizzie and Lavi who played guard, both displeased.

"Father!" Grell cried. "Seeing you in this way, you're not too bad." Be batted his eyelashes, obviously flirting with Agni. "I prefer Father-sama over Hamlet-sama! The forbidden love, with the aroma of honey!" he threw the flowers away and ran to hug and kiss Agni.

BAM!

Like slapstick humor, Lavi hit Grell over the head with his big hammer. Lavi blinked when he saw Grell fall to the floor, "Sorry, you were attacking the king and I'm a guard so…"

"Rabbit-kun!" Lizzie cried. "You attacked Lady Ophelia! The daughter of our lord!"

Lavi laughed and sheepishly scratched the back of his head, "Sorry, I was just so compelled to hit her, so I did." He shrugged.

"You and me both Lavi." Allen muttered looking away.

Agni then used his Goddess hand when Grell tried to get up, striking him in the stomach, "So impure!" he scolded. "This is prohibited between father and daughter!" Grell fell back slowly, back on the ground.

Allen chuckled and jerked his thumb to the scene; "Now that's what I call a great father-daughter relationship!" he smiled. "And so in this situation, Ophelia died."

Grell fell to his knees, tears flowing down his eyes, "T-That can't be. Ophelia cannot die yet…"he fell to the ground. Lavi then hit him over the head with his hammer, again excusing himself as impulse.

"And nobody appeared to save her," Allen said, a bit more of a satisfied look on the jester's face.

"If this is the case, the I'll let the river take her!" Lizzie announced, twirling her spear like a pro. She dropped it and simple just twirled and kicked Grell into the fake river.

"Father…" Grell groaned as he floated away.

Ran-Mao appeared from the fake river in a seaweed costume, chanting, "I like seaweed. I like seaweed." She wiggled and swayed about, miming a real seaweed.

Laughter erupted from the crowd, this scene was truly humorous. Children laughed, waking up from the entire commotion. Sebastian grinned from behind the stage, "Oh my, there's a good reaction."

"It's seaweed! Look, it's seaweed!" the children cried. They all seemed quite entertained by the dancing seaweed.

"It seems that seaweed it the most popular character," Maylene observed.

Bard grunted and rubbed his neck. "Hm. Children are too difficult to understand."

Sebastian smirked, "Now that the audience is all ears, the young master's part has arrived."

The next act began. The spotlight was on Ciel once more, the scene was a dying plain near a mountain. "To be or not to be, that is the question." He said his lines with heart emotion, pausing form dramatic effect. "My opponent is my malicious uncle. In order to fulfill my revenge, I will surely die. Yes, I…really…do not want to die like this!"

The two servants gasped at how emotional Ciel said those lines. It was beautiful, straight from the heart, something he would say in real life. Ciel groaned, holding his head, "Since when did you become so weak, Hamlet? Forget that weak and stupid soul right now!" he looked at his hands. "My fate is bloodstained." He looked at the crowd, emotion and truth in his voice and eye, "There is no turning back now."

The children stared in awe of the intensity the lead actor said, a boy now older than some of them were! He spoke like a poet, like an adult. Allen smiled, looking at him in a new light. "Well, I'd better leave. It's time. Before the bloody dawn." Ciel exited the scene, stage left.

The rest of the cast looked after him in awe. "Young master, amazing!" Maylene squeaked.

Sebastian smirked, "As to be expected, because it is so close to reality."

From above on the balcony seat, Viscount Druitt gasped in awe, watching with his binoculars. He blushed and swooned dramatically, "The trembling footprints of the delicate lion. The burning hot, red hatred as a ruby!" all the children immediately shushed the Viscount. "As, excuse me," the sparkling Viscount said stylishly, blowing a kiss at them.

Allen smiled, "Look, it seems that this performance has reached the hearts of the children."

"Well then," Sebastian said removed his black cloak. "now it's my debut." The demon man who played Laertes.

The next scene for the next act started, the spotlight on the narrating white-haired jester. "During the duel prepared by the King, Hamlet and Ophelia's brother, Laertes, have to fight."

The spotlight was on them. Sebastian and Ciel drew their blade, Lau and Undertaker watching from their thrones. Agni and his two guards, Lizzie and Lavi, Lavi who was cheering for Hamlet to win. Hamlet and Laertes did the pre-dueling movements of chivalry, readying their real swords. Allen continued, "One touch of the sword will lead to death. As it has poison smeared on it." The swords shined with a deadly song.

Sebastian smirked darkly. It even spooked a few children that deadly, ready to kill look in the intimidating man's red eyes. "You are the brother of Ophelia?" Ciel asked Sebastian. He pointed his sword, "I heard that you are an excellent swordsman."

"I heard that of you as well, Hamlet," Sebastian replied perfectly. He brandished sword, "Please have mercy."

King Lau applauded as Queen Undertaker snuggled up to him. "Well ~ Let's stop the talking. This is a battle of ten contacts." The two opponent exchange stares, the tips of their swords meeting. "So, let's begin-"

"Hamlet, don't!" a child, a little girl, cried out, interrupting the scene. "The sword of that old man is poisoned! " Ciel looked down

"Old man?" Sebastian repeated, venom in his voice.

Another boy stood up, "That's right! A fair duel of sword? That's a lie!"

The same little girl stood up, "His true goal is to kill you, Hamlet!"

The other children began to riot, "Stop already!" they whined and groaned in protest for him to stop. "Stop the duel! Hamlet, don't die!"

Ciel stared down at the young audience, eye wide, "Don't die…?"

Allen panicked a bit, "Come on guys, don't be like that! It's only a play!" the jester tried to console the spectators.

Backstage, the three servants were motioning to Ciel, holding signs that spelt "dialogue" for Ciel to read and remember his dialogue. "Young master!" Maylene whispered. "The lines, the lines!"

"The lines?" Ciel blinked. He had forgotten the rest of his lines.

Finnie cried, running his hand through his hair, "Oh no, this is no good!"

"Close the curtain!" Soma told the servants.

"Ah, yes, umm…"

"No wait…" Bard yielded them.

"Where are you look at?" Sebastian said, improving. He charged and strike, Ciel moving on of the way so only the wool of his shirt was skimmed. Sebastian smirked, flaunting his sword. "The game is over. To tell the truth, my beloved sister, died because of you!" he winked coolly and charged again.

Ciel parried as their duel begun, sparks flying when their blade met. "Wait!" Ciel tried to stop him. "This wasn't in the script!"

"I will definitely kill you and get my revenge." Sebastian swore, getting really into character. "For my beloved sister, Ophelia!" he went to strike again.

"Stop fighting." Grell episodic. He then began to sing, "don't fight over me~" he was being lowered on a long boat filled with flowers.

"What is that idiot is doing up there?" Bard gasped with the other servants. Allen felt a vein pop.

"And where did he get that gondola?" Maylene wondered.

"This is unfair!" Soma whined. "in that case, I'm going too!" he went to go on stage.

Bard held him back, "Wait! If you go now…"

"Unfair! Unfair!" Soma bleated.

"Ophelia!" Ciel gasped, dumbstruck. "You should be dead."

"The rain of love from my brother has blossomed into a flower of life!" Grell prattled, posing and blowing a kiss. "Aah, big brother! I knew it, big brother, in reality I-" The line of Grell's boat was slipped by a stretching spear.

Everyone gazed as William who stood up in the crowd, the culprit of the painful crime, who adjust his glasses with his spear and sat down. "How rude of you to interfere in the play, Grell Sutcliffe," the kids around him were unnerved a bit.

Grell squealed, "Will!"

William continued, "And I have not even started talking about missing work." William walked threw the rows into the line. "So to think of an abominable act with a demon!" he walked over.

Grell swooned, "Ahh. Three men fighting over me?"Grell then was knocked out by a stage light, hitting his head.

Everyone was silent. People looked at Lavi, "Well hey, don't look at me. I didn't do it." Everyone's eyes went to Allen, whose arm was slung over from throwing the heavy light.

Allen blinked, feeling the gazes on him. He stood up straight, twiddling his thumbs. "Ahh…this is sort of embarrassing. Ha-Ha…this is awkward." He rubbed the neck guilty. "Um…yeah..." he lowered his head, cheeks red.

"Wait! Wait!" Soma then said. "You do not need to fight!" He was still trying to be held back by Bard, struggling for his time in the lime-light. "Let Ramakrishna, the representative of the Sun, handle everything!" he broke away from Bard and ran on stage.

"Soma-sama!" Agni roared.

The children were energized, "Ophelia revived! Go, Rama-whatever!" Soma was enjoying his spotlight and newfound fans. Will was tugging on half-conscious Grell's ear as jester Allen was being flirted with by Sebastian.

Ciel groaned, running his hand through his hair. "This is a disaster! This is ridiculous…"

"No, what's ridiculous is Harry Potter, the musical," Allen said, braking fourth wall. Timcampy flew on stage randomly onto Hamlet's head.

"Yes, it's all ridiculous." Sebastian smirked. "Revenge is ridiculous. The only thing you get from it is chaos and momentary frenzy. When the curtain closes, there is nothing left." Ciel's eye widened. "Isn't that right, Lord Hamlet?"

"Seb-no. You said…" Ciel mumbled.

"Indeed!" Lavi and Soma glomped Ciel. Soma then said, "Revenge doesn't mean anything! I can guarantee that as the representative of the Sun, Ramakrishna!"

"Hey!"

Allen leaned over and whispered into Ciel's ear, "Even as someone who owns a demon, you are not able to improvise?" Ciel stared at the wondering eyes of the children.

"Hamlet…" the same girl mumbled.

"That's right." Ciel said. He threw away his sword to the side, the spotlight singularly on him. "I will forget about revenge and go on living!" he raised his fist, "Until the end!" the children all cheered and applauded. Ciel's expression softened a slight.

"Magnificent!" Druitt swooned once more. "For once not a revenge that ends in tragedy. This is the new Hamlet!" imaginary flower petal raining around the overly dramatic man. "This new Hamlet, this Ham-ham…Ham-ham…" he groaned in pleasure.

Sebastian stepped beside his master, a wicked smirk on his lips. Ciel stared up at the man who eyed him like a hungry predator. The entire cast and crew came up and bowed as confetti rain from the sky as the audience. Even Druitt snuck on stage to bask in the glory with the others, giving Ciel a bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks to everyone and the story. Both men and women are actors. A story that stays with. Even when the curtain has closed," Tanaka summed the review up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The curtain closed.

Little celebratory Omake~ Thank you for all. And yes, I did involve myself during the Inukko commercial. Yes…I do sponsor Funtom Company…just waiting for that check Ciel owes me for guest appearance. = _=;;;

Anyway, thank you again. Going to get started on next sequel.

Ja Ne~

*curtain closes on me*