I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is the sequel to The Bishop on the Playing Board. This will go by Kuroshitsuji II series.

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, Claude/Allen, Brotherly?Alois/Allen, Claude/Alois

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

Chapter 1: Black and White Butlers

There are Three Base Colors that make up the world, the natural order, the heart, and the human soul….

Red, the color of life. The color of passion, or dying and of life. A truly passionate yet confusing color. Many things are red, blood, heart, hair, lips, eyes, even the tiniest pigment on the back of a black widow.

Black, the color of darkness and the end. A truly eternal color that will never fade away. Black consumes all, rules all, stretches across the very heavens! It is the color of death, when one dikes they feel cold and they see only this color. Everything in the end whether be plant, animal, person, or nonliving, will become black. Black is the eternal ruler.

White is the purest of the three. White innocent, white is rare, white is pure. White is the color of innocence and coddling of an infant. White is the color of God, of his kingdom, of his son, of his Mary, of his religions. It is the color of snow, cold and gentle. It is a tender color, a guiltless color. The color of light and protection. A color many yearn for. The opposite of its brother, black.

Yet they always seem to mix very well with each other. Whether on clothes, on everyday items, or on a Dalmatian dog or a panda bear. Black and white was meant to mix. One classic game, a game played by kings and nobles that proves this point is chess. Because in chess, black and white duel with each other to see who is the better and intellectual.

And in chess, the board is always in monochrome.

Darkness….

Darkness…

Darkness is coiling around me. I, who has been engulfed in Darkness, have the body marked by the sword. My blood is sucked until there is none left.

And yet.

And yet. I desire…I will cry out.

Cry out through the darkness.

I desire! I yearn for you!

It started out as a bright and sunny summer morning. Nothing out of the usual in the Trancy manor. Alois Trancy would wake up, have his butler Claude dress him, but he'd be so difficult to just unbutton his shirt again just to spite and annoy his Claude. Then once he was dressed and Claude would leave, he'd laugh. It was a sad, maddening laugh, like he was in pain. He'd know, one day, that person would come.

Then came breakfast. He was scoffing at his maid, a beautiful woman named Hannah. He was unsatisfied with his sunny side up eggs, so he purposely spilt his juice. He'd taunt her when she tried to clean him up, screaming randomly then sadistically cackling. Then he did a very permanent thing to the poor maid, he stuck his finger into her eyes, poking it out. The triplet butlers just watched, whispering to themselves as the maid bled. The Claude came in and order the triplet to clean up Hannah and the blood stain.

Then came the that day's big event. Alois's uncle was coming for a visit; one can guess it was for money. But instead he came with a priest, having doubts is he was truly the heir to the Trancy fortune. Ever since he inherited the mansion from his late father, Alois had changed every carpet, every drape, even his father's bedroom and old kimono had been tucked away. Claude worked his magic, turning sugar into salt, gold into dark blue, and changing the main dining hall into a its former glory. Alois praised him even further, dancing about and saying, "Ole!"

So Uncle Arnold has arrived that day, with the priest and even Viscount Druitt came out to see, claiming he had to repay a favor to his 'uncle' Trancy. The story was that his nephew was kidnapped, his sister took her owns life and previous Earl of Trancy search high and low for him. Until one day, a boy claiming to be Alois appeared with a jet black butler. Immediately after, his brother died under mysterious circumstances, giving the only known heir his fortune and property. There was no proof that this Alois was the true legitimate child of the previous head. So a priest, who holds eyes that can see the truth was brought and Druitt who had a close relationship with the late predecessor were to be the ones to figure out what was fact and what was fiction.

The visit was a joyful one, immediately after Alois jumped out from the door, looking truly happy that his uncle was here. He laughed, he smiled, he hugged, and he acted the part perfectly as a happy and excited nephew who was overjoyed that his uncle came to visit. Druitt was fully fooled when the visitors entered the manor; nothing appeared to be replaced since his last visit when his uncle Trancy was still alive. It was all sparkling and perfect, just as it was. Alois was pleased; he did not want to lose his warmth and scent, faking his tears as a truly hurting son who lost his daddy. Was it truly fatherly love?

As lunch was being served, Alois explained his alibi to the priest how he was brought up in a certain village a long time ago. He didn't even know the village's name. He could not recall how long he was there, or how he was not allowed to set a foot outside, how he was worked as a slave. The adults pitied the blonde boy. Alois talked of a child who shared the same circumstances as he, a boy who'd he thought of eternally as his little brother. On that day…In that night…there was a terrible scene. Young Alois saw that everyone in his village were dead, their faces like dead fish, forever contorted in those looks of fear. It was the dying light inside dying screams. Everything and everyone lied in silence. Darkness. Even his brother was not sparred in this massacre.

This gave a morose atmosphere within the room. No one knew, not even the young boy who lived in that village, knew what on earth happened there. Alois's mood changed when he spoke of his father, how his father salvaged him from that despair and how he obtained love. He pouted, thinking of his late father's death. He was truly pitiful, even the priest believed him at that moment, saying he'd always be there for him and that God loved him. Uncle Arnold, however, was irked that this brat's performance was going on without a hitch, like it was rehearsed! Alois hugged him, claiming that he was fine because he had his uncle Arnold at his side.

But when hat damn brat insulted him, saying he didn't want to be so close to his face, that he mouth reeked. He flushed, embarrassed and furious; this child had the gall to sneer at him. Night fell and the clouds were moving on ahead, signaling a summer night storm was coming. Druitt and the priest saw no other cause to be there, so they left. Only Arnold was left to leave, his own private carriage waiting for him. Arnold always had this impression of the boy, an impertinent brat! But when Alois halted him, he did the most unexplainable thing. He took a huge suitcase of money and made it rain over his uncle. As if he had no care for his fortune, for his funds, just to taunt. He dumped it all on him, paper money raining from the balcony. Even property deeds and horses!

Alois laughed as his uncle struggled and ordered his servants to pick up the money and deeds. The expressionless butler did not laugh, so Alois, annoyed, told him to laugh. The butler did not comply. The wind blew, they saw lighting crash around the forest. A storm was certainly brewing and approaching.

The rain came down hard in sheets. The wind was hard and forceful, making the trees dances and sing their leafy song. On the path to the Trancy mansion, a pair of figures walked through the horrid storm. It appeared to be a man and a woman. The man knocked on the door of the manor. Claude opened the door, the man was wearing a black trench coat and black top hat, his eyes shadowed and hidden; only the fringes of his black hair were seen. The woman was shorter than him, she wore a pure black dress and frock and hat, a fishnet veil hiding her face. She had long pure, white hair rolling down her shoulder well past her mid-back. She didn't have much of a chest; she was very flat-chested. Yet Claude had to admit this woman was quite lovely.

The man said in a deep and silky voice, "A storm has broken out."

Judgement

"Do you both have some business in a night like this?" Claude asked the man, his golden eyes taking in the lovely woman. Claude noticed the man held a large suitcase as the woman teld a small black purse.

The man continued, "My wife and I were surprised by the storm. So, if we could request to spend the night here…"

Alois appeared behind Claude and ooh'd in awe of the strangers. "Amazing! What a filthy man and woman. Just like two dark gray rats breeding!" he stood on the balls on his feet and embraced the woman. "But…She smells good." He inhaled her scent. "It's not perfume…its natural." He whispered in her ear. "What's your name?" the woman did not respond. Alois turned to his butler, "I'll have them the night here, that is OK right, Claude?"

Claude did not say anything, just slightly narrowed his eyes. In the dining hall, the man and woman were given dinner to eat. Alois clanged to the woman's side, looking at the pair with much interest. He scooped a forkful of food and lifted the woman's veil and pressed it to her glossy lips. "Eat this, Claude's cooking is damn tasty." The woman smiled and took a bit.

She looked to her husband, who nodded. "Indeed, wonderful." He said. "But…" the man looked to Claude. "There is a tiny bit of sauce on the border of the plate." He critiqued. Claude's eyebrow gave an irritated twitch. "Just a tiny bit," he said. "I can't feel that he pays much attention to his work."

"Excuse me for my mistake. I'll take it back," Claude bowed and took the plate away. "For someone who doesn't take off his coat while eating, to have such a delicate sense…" the woman felt a bit awkward in thing, since the blond boy and clinging to her arm, looking over her to see the jet black butler. "You're flattering me."

Alois sighed. He took a bit of the woman's hair and kissed it. "You're so lovely. Like a pearl. I love your hair, do you bleach it? No…it's too pure to be bleached. White…is a divine color." Alois cooed, stroking the woman's cheek. He blinked when he felt something rough on the other side of her face, he reached to touch it but the woman delicate put her dainty hand on his hand. She shook her head, silently scolding the boy. The Trancy took her dainty hand in his; Alois smiled and nuzzled her a bit.

The strangers were showing to their room. The woman was sitting on her husband's lap, when a knock came in. The door opened showing Hannah, who wore a new bandage over her injured eye. "Excuse me." She said. She came to change the drinking water.

"What happened to your eye?" the man asked and he ran his fingers through his wife's pure white hair.

Hannah trembled a bit, "Nothing," she lied.

"It's a wonder you can work like that," Hannah looked away.

"Hannah?" Alois called out. Hannah gasped and began to quiver. Alois stood in the doorframe, "Why are you here, Hannah?"

"Yes, I came here to change the hot water," she explained, she numbly looked over to her master.

Alois strutted over to the maid, "You show up with a bandage…Weren't you trying to get our Mr. Traveler's affection with that? He's a married man you know." He looked over to the couple. Alois smacked the pitcher out of her hand, making it shatter on the floor. Alois rudely shoved her out, "Get out of here you whore!" Alois glared at her as she left. Alois turned to the couple, "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Traveler."

"Is she alright?" The man asked.

"I don't care." Alois said automatically. The woman whispered something to her husband's ear. The man nodded a bit. "I don't know what she's thinking, she creeps me out. No, everyone is the same, not knowing what others are thinking." Alois's expression then changed when he ran to the trunk the man carried, "Say, what is that trunk? Is it your changes of clothes, or is it some snacks?" the man and woman looked at him. "I'm so jealous. It must be fun to travel to various places. I want to break off on a journey too." The boy stroked the metal latches on the large luggage. "It's too boring in this mansion."

"Boring?" the man echoed. He smirked darkly, the woman giggled and blushing and bit, licking her lips. "I heard that there's something interesting beneath this mansion."

"Really?' Alois looked to him, eye big and full of excitement.

"I will show you the contents of this trunk if we can take a look at it," The man offered the boy his deal. Alois sighed happily, giggling and he lay upon the trunk. The man's grin faded as his wife pecked his cheek. All according to plan.

Alois led the couple to a hidden basement, a gold candelabra lighting their path. "This way," Alois led. The door was small so the tall man had to crouch a bit, but the woman had to just duck her head. They silently walked down the steps of the hidden stairwell, the woman clinging to her husband a bit. Alois glanced back at them and smiled.

They came to an underground storage. Pots and bowls and cans filled with exotic tea leaves, bottles of unopened champagne and wine littered the shelves. They came up to a shelf of canned tea leaves. "This must be it," the man said. They stopped at as signal, lone canister of an unknown brand of tea leaves, New Moon Drop.

Alois took the tea,, "It's just black tea."

"New Moon Drop," the man read the tea's label. He said, "I heard that tea leaves picked up in nights of the full moon have a fresh and sweet scent. But this is the opposite. By picking them up in the new moon, a scent that resembles the bottomless darkness comes up faintly." Alois blinked, staring at the canister. "It's also called "Motion of the Soul"."

The woman reached to grab the canister, but Alois held it back. "This is still not enough."

"Still?"

Alois smiled, in a soft sound he said, "Don't worry. I'll make sure to show you both." He looked down at the canister as if it was a precious treasure. With sneaky eyes, he looked over to the couple, "But before that-"

"Before that I will have you hand over that trunk to me," Claude stated, appearing behind the couple. In a fluid motion, Claude flung his golden silverware at them, taking off the man's hat and buttoning the collar of his trench coat. The woman's hat and veil came flying off as a bit of her dress and frock coat were torn a bit to see a slight of her chest, showing that she was actually a he. "Sebastian Michaelis!"

"And Allen Walker," Allen added, his red eyes glaring at the butler.

"Amazing! Mrs. Traveler is a man! What a vulgar thing to dress in lady's clothing," Alois teased.

"I don't do it as a hobby!" Allen barked angrily. Allen quickly swiped the New Moon Drop. Claude readied more silverware, he flanged it but Sebastian used his coat to shield him and his pet. The two dashed off in their amazing demon speed, taking the trunk and the black tea with them.

"They're running away!" Alois cried as the two demons went past the spider demon. Claude and Allen exchanged glances; Claude's eyes widened a slight, feeling cupid hit him in the back. Claude ran after the two butlers, shooting the golden silverware after them. "Don't kill them!" Alois called after his butler. "You mustn't kill them! Just catch them, Claude!" Claude took off his glasses and ran after them back to the surface. Allen pushed the canister into his coat pocket.

Sebastian thrusted the trunk into Allen's arms and shoved him out of the way, taking a pair of knives into his shoulder. Claude stepped before the butler as Allen dashed to find a way out. "You value that trunk and that boy more than your own life?" Sebastian glared. "In that case-!" he flung two plates at Allen who avoided the braking china.

Allen gasped and fumbled when he felt the latches on the trunk become unhinged. He slipped a bit and fell. Inside, tucked within the trunk was Ciel Phantomhive, apparently either dead or unconscious or sleeping.

"Ciel Phantomhive!" Alois gasped coming up. He marveled in the boy, the two cornering the two demon butlers. "I find got a hold of him…Ciel! And Allen…he's perfect. I want to get a hold of him too! Yes ! I finally got both Ciel and Allen!"

"That won't happen," Allen growled. Sebastian took the knives out of his shoulder and fired them at Alois; Claude of course caught them before they even touched his master. Allen closed the trunk and locked the hatch, pressing his nose against it. "I won't let you touch him."

"If he were touch by someone as low as you that even owns such a low-grade copycat…" Sebastian insulted, helping his beloved up with the trunk. "It would only hurt our young master."

"What?" Alois cried, truly offended

Sebastian scooped up his pet and his trunk and took a trolley out. They zoomed away, escaping the kitchen on the wooden trolley. "To touch something that is meant to transport food with one's shoes is a disgrace for a butler!" Claude hissed. He then gave chase.

"What are you talking about? I'm nothing but a-" Sebastian tried to comeback but was interrupted when Allen pressed a black gloved hand on his lips. "It's too early for that." He winked, he removed his hand and kissed the demon's lips softly and briskly.

The trolley zoomed down the stairway of the man front hall. Claude slide on the smooth railing, racing the pair. "Sebastian Michaelis! You are even unfit to even have such a goddess as your pet!"

"Wait…did he just call me a goddess?" Allen blinked, blushing a bit. "I'm male! Put on your glasses! I'm a demon male!" he shrieked blushing. Sebastian smirked, when they came to the end, Sebastian and Allen leapt and flipped high into the air, landing on the chandelier.

"Your method is as follows, right?" Sebastian taunted as he held his pet close. "Day into Night. Sugar into Salt. Dark blue into gold." Sebastian pressed his hand over his chest. "In this case, we shall dye the gold in black…" the chandelier fell and everything went black.

Alois cried at the sudden black out. "It's dark…I'm scared, Claude…"

"Light!" the candles came back on. Hannah walked to the scene with candelabra as well with the triplets, giving off more light. Alois was hyperventilating on the floor. "I apologize, Alois-kun!" Allen's voice rang. The glass of the window shattered as Sebastian and Allen jumped out of the window, escaping into the night.

"Wait! Allen!" Alois cried. "Hurry up, chase after him!" the triplets and Hannah sprinted off.

Claude stared at the window, 'Allen Walker…beautiful…pure…white…goddess in a demon boy's skin…' was all he thought about. Claude was about to give chase, but Alois clang to his leg. "Not you Claude. Don't go!"

"But-" 'My goddess calls for me…' his golden eyes staring down.

Alois looked at the demon man's feet, "Don't…leave me behind…" he had visions of his dead little brother. "Don't leave me alone Claude, please…"

"Master." Claude nodded. "I will always stay by your side." Alois looked up. "Day and night. Sugar and salt. Living and the dead. The impure and the pure." Claude kneeled down, taking the boy's hand.

"No!" Alois looked down. He remembered Allen's face, how he apologized to him before he left. That kind look, despite being a demon, in those red eyes. How protective he was of Ciel, he only wished he was of him. That Allen was his. That white hair was pure as snow. He was light. The light he yearned for more than Claude. He felt tears threatening him. "It's just as he said, I'm just a filthy kid." Sebastian's words stung him.

Claude stylishly put his glasses back on. "You are my master." He said softly.

"Enough with that. In the end, you also…" Alois tried to look away.

Claude grabbed his face gently, "I'm your loyal slave." He made him look at him. For a split second, Claude could see Alois's face morph into that white-haired boy's, but it swiftly faded. "You don't need to attract my attention." His thumb stroked his cheek a bit. "I want nothing, but to deeply desire my master. (Or: I want to devour my master to the last).

Alois's eyes widened a bit. He pushed him away, rubbing his eyes. "That's enough. Everyone…Should just be engulfed in darkness."

The storm had ended, and deep into the dark dying woods they trekked. Hopping from tree to tree, Allen and Sebastian avoided the other Trancy servants on their tail. They ran together, running at breakneck pace down the dusty dirt forest trail. Disappearing to the foggy night.

Morning had finally come. The morning lights were obscured by the thick trees of a secluded beautiful paradise in the woods. In a flower field of blue flowers, Allen carefully unlatched the suitcase, opening it to their master. He carefully unfolded him, his body limp, like a doll's, and set him up, humming a bit. The boy was still dressed in his black suit, the white rose corsage on his collar, eye patch missing.

Allen had abandoned his black dress, dressing in his normal butler uniform. He kissed the limp boy's forehead as he took out a black ribbon and tied his long hair in a ponytail. He sat his master on the soft grass, trying to hold him up to sit. He patted his head, "Young Master," he smiled.

Sebastian took out the canister of the New Moon Drop. He opened it and opened the bag of tea leaves. Inside was a blue diamond ring, the Phantomhive family ring. Allen kneeled by Sebastian as he took his hand and slipped the ring on his thumb. They looked at him, the Blue Diamond began to sparkle and shine, glowing with spiritual light. The glow was sucked into the boy's skin.

The demons smirked. "Well then, young Master," Sebastian smirked. "It's time to awaken."

"Good Morning, Young Master." Allen grinned, eyes glowing.

The sun began to rise of the new day.

Finally! Chapter 1 of Bishop's sequel is done! And look! I already made Claude head over heels for Allen and I made…ALLEN CROSSDRESSING. YES. I WENT THERE. HELL YEA. Any way I hope you guys liked it. I believe also that Road and Alois would be the best of friends. I mean, they're sadistic little monsters! I love Alois though, I'm neither team Trancy or team Phantomhive. I like them both; I find Claude and Sebby both hot. And I just love making Allen flustered with gender confusion! Yay Goddess Allen! Thank you Anon for the awesome suggestions on the titles~

Next Chapter's going to be a big reunion with the gang.

Authors Note to Froggie Woggie: THERE WILL BE NO LAVEN. BE HAPPY WITH THE FLUFF I GAVE YOU AT THE END OF MY FIRST STORY. I DON'T LIKE LAVEN SHEESH, IS NOT THIS THE LAVEN STORY. I APPREICATE YOUR REVIEWS AND I LOVE YOU BUT THIS IS MY STORY. NO LAVEN, I LIKE WHEN KANDA AND LAVI FIGHT THANK YOU. I THINK LAVI'S PRETTY STRAIGHT AS A LINE. AND KANDA'S ASEXUAL I THINK. I DUNNO…ANYWAY IF YOU WANT LAVEN AND KUROSHITSUJI WRITE YOUR OWN STORY. I LOVE YOU BYE!

Thank you…that is all.

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