Hi, everyone.

Sorry for the long hiatus.

I feel terrible for just letting myself get sidetracked with all these things happening at once

But, no matter

Here's the chapter

Brunhilda: She does not own Kuroshitsuji or Katekyo Hitman Reborn

~x~

No one dared to make a move or a sound. The new guest at the doorway kept as still as everyone else, expecting an answer. The guests to the manor just stood where they were, shell shocked. Well the humans anyway. The man at the doorway had piercing red eyes, glazed in rage.

His raven locks were messy and slightly swept over the piercing orbs. Bright colored feathers and a raccoon tail were attached at the nape of his neck and a coat resting on his shoulders. His white button up shirt had two top buttons undone to give a glimpse of his well-built chest. But what stood out aside from the two raging eyes were the scars along his face and the small showing of his chest.

"Trash," Squalo tensed as did the three he was chasing down earlier. But he knew his anger would be directed to Evangeline. Ciel and Alois kept perfectly quiet and their butlers close at their sides. This man's aura was flaring and the scent was truly frightening but the demons would never admit to such a thing. Claude kept to his master's side, knowing full well Hannah and the triplets would keep hidden in case things got too dangerous.

"Who would like to explain why scum are in my manor?" His tone was low and it surely assured this wouldn't end without someone getting hurt. But who exactly was this man?

"Master, please let me explai-"

SMACK!

Evangeline fell to the floor, a pale hand holding her bruised cheek from being struck with the butt of his pistol. A small amount of blood mixed with the color of her burgundy lips. She kept quiet and shifted so she was sitting on her knees before the rage scented human.

"Trash," His blood-orb gaze went to the two Earls and they narrowed, a burning hate flickering in his expression to the two.

"Get down here, trashes." Ciel and Alois were caught off guard by his sudden demand. They both stood, knowing their butlers would follow, keeping them protected from possible attacks from this man. However, it did not escape the memory of Ciel when Evangeline had referred to him as "master" before she was struck.

Standing on the marble floor covered in puddles of pig's blood and dummies, the tall, scarred stranger glared hard at them, as if they would be shot and slaughtered by his burning orbs. He let out a low growl; much like the large cat deemed as Bester. He had pistols in both of his hands, each one being gripped tight and slowly raised to be pointed at both of the Earls.

Before Sebastian or Claude had prepared to protect their masters, a pleading voice stopped the scene.

"Papa, si prega di fermarsi!" The man paused and looked over his shoulder to see Brunhilda a few steps away, Bester at her side. His glare softened but still held rage for the trash in his "territory". His arms dropped to his sides before stepping toward the mocha skinned mistress.

"Chi sono queste persone, Hilda?" She nodded as he stared down at her for an explanation.

"Papa, essi sono la Tate Britain sua maestà ha voluto per noi di incontrare. Si prega di non essere stravolto. Per favore, papà." Brunhilda pleaded.

She had a pleading tone in her voice but Ciel and Alois could only guess what they were saying since neither understood Italian. But they were surprised when they caught her calling him 'papa'. That was something they could easily understand.

The man looked down at the pleading mistress and let out a small sigh/growl. His pistols went back to their holsters. His red eyes that looked so much like hers gave one final warning glare to those present behind him. He turned back to Hilda, giving a kiss on both of her cheeks and turning to face the 'scums'

"Trashes," He was calmer but still not too happy, "Try anything out of line, and I will kill you." With that, he walked out with Bester and Squalo following at his heels. Brunhilda released a sigh of relief.

Sebastian knelt down by Evangeline, helping her to her feet. But the scent of the blood staining her burgundy lips did not escape his senses.

"Are you alright, Miss Dahlin?" He asked in his silky toned voice. Her clasped one of her hands in his while the other was on her waist to help her stand.

"Yes. Thank you, Mister Michaelis." Evangeline stood tall, the blood dry on her lips. Sebastian smirked at the invading scent and he was sure Claude and Trancy's other servants had smelled it as well. He wouldn't let this escape his mind and would be sure to pester the maid about it in due time.

"I'm truly sorry you had to witness that, Lord Phantomhive and Lord Trancy." The young mistress had her hands folded in front of her as she apologized.

"It's quite alright," Ciel assured her, "However, he was your…father?"

"Yes." She replied.

"Then how come he didn't welcome us?" Alois said, his snarky nature back after the scare.

"My father is not one for…hosting. He isn't fond of visitors." Brunhilda gave a nod to her head maid who nodded back and left the room.

"Then why invite us?" Ciel questioned.

"As the letter said, Her Majesty had wanted us to be acquainted for possible future cases."

"Hilda," Reborn spoke up, "Lets hold off on activities today. You've done enough." He smirked.

"Besides, you should keep the earls in check so Xanxus doesn't get a hold of them." He chuckled at his dark humor.

"Xanxus?" Ciel questioned the peculiar name.

"That's my father's name." Brunhilda informed.

Said mistress looked to the open doorway that her maid had gone to. Her guests followed her line of vision.

There were two servants that had not been seen till now. One was a tall well-built man with bi-colored hair [red and jade-green] and tinted red-rimmed glasses. His uniform vest was a bright, sunny yellow and his hands were adorned in black leather gloves. His expression was, to put simply, like that of a mother hen than a servant.

The other was burly and intimidating to say the least. He had tan skin and neatly done mustache and beard. His hair spiked in every which way and his expression only kept a glare. His vest was green and had odd looking objects [umbrellas?] on his back. Ceil personally thought he was rather…creepy.

"Lord Ciel, Lord Trancy, this is Lussuria and Leviathan," She introduced.

The two mentioned bowed while they took either side of their beloved mistress. Ciel, for some obvious reason, thought of a certain reaper when he looked at the blindingly colorful one [he now knew as Lussuria].

Alois smirked at the two new arrivals to their little party. Such petty servants compared to his.

"Evangeline will be busy cleaning this mess and preparing this evening's dinner, milady," The one known as Leviathan spoke up, "She has informed me that your lessons will be put on hold till both of your schedules are available."

"Very well." Brunhilda could feel a small headache coming on. From the short scare from her father almost shooting Ciel and Alois' heads off to the fact that her lessons are going to be kept back; which would mean she would have to work extra when she did receive her lessons.

"Oh, milady, are you unwell~?" Lussuria fussed, asking questions like 'Are you dizzy' or 'Is your corset too tight?' and so on.

Sebastian coughed to gain their attention.

"If I may suggest, milady," He smiled as charming as any handsome demon could, "Perhaps a picnic outside would be enjoyable?"

Brunhilda nodded, saying that would be fine with her. The two earls nodded in consent. If what lunch time and she was famished to be honest.

"I shall prepare the young master's own food, if you do not mind, milady," Sebastian bowed.

"As will I." Claude spoke as well.

"Do what you see fit." The mocha-skinned mistress replied without care. Claude called for Hannah and the triplets to watch over Alois and Sebastian to Bard and company.

After giving directions to the kitchen for the two butlers, she turned to Ciel and Alois.

"Shall we?"

~x~

Well? What did you think? :D

Sebastian: You said this was a Romance story, milady

Me: Patience is a virtue. I believe I shall put the first move next chapter!

Evangeline: I bet the readers have been waiting for it

Me: Oh hush

Ciel & Alois: We barely have lines!

Me: *Skips away*

Brunhilda: Please R&R

Translations:

[1] Papa, please stop!

[2] Who are these people, Hilda?

[3]They are the two Earl her Majesty wanted us to meet. Please do not be upset. Please, Papa