Hello everybody now me and my new beta sebbyninja666 have made a new crossover that nobody has done before queer as folk/black butler so yeah lol this was my head that came up with this and it was sebbyninja666 who put it into words so now that's out of the way we can get to the story me and sebbyninja666 do not own queer as folk or black butler we just wish we did

Chapter One: Happy Birthday

It's so nice. Gripping the leather strap of my shoulder bag in-between my teeth, I peeled off my blazer, before returning the bag to my shoulder and draping the heavy wool garment over my arm. A pipe had burst in one of the main hallways, so the headmaster decided it was best that we go home. It was a good thing too, because everyone was getting a bit stir crazy; especially since the summer holiday was coming up soon, and a lot of people had taken on the mindset of not needing to do anymore work. When that happened nothing got done other than everyone goofing off and throwing things at each other, so the pipe bursting was really a blessing; it was also one of the best birthday presents I could receive.
A slight breeze kicked up as I made my way down the street. Everything was unusually quiet, I mean someone always seemed to be mowing their lawn, or walking their dog, but now there was absolutely nothing; it was pretty eerie when combined with the fact that I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Every few steps, I found myself looking around, without really realizing it. Stop being so paranoid you twit, nothing ever happens around here.
As if the universe was proving a point, a lawnmower started up in the distance, followed closely by a small high-pitched yapping sound. Taking a deep breath to calm my somewhat shaky nerves, I continued on, telling myself I was just being paranoid.
Tires screeched on the asphalt, filling the air with the scent of burning rubber, as a large black van narrowly rounded the corner of my street. The tires left skid marks up on the curb, while the actual van had heavily tinted windows and lacked license plates, reminding me of one for a pedophile. Some poor sod just got robbed.
Continuing on down the street, I pondered who was going to come home to an empty house. This was probably the most interesting thing to happen around here since some kid down the street fell out of a tree and broke his arm a couple years ago.
The street seemed a lot longer than normal, as I looked around to try to figure out who got robbed. So far there hadn't been any visible signs of a break in, so they must've picked the lock or something.
Heading up the cement steps, I got a sudden craving for something sweet; I wonder if mum got my cake yet With my luck, they probably hadn't, and had planned on getting it later. Sighing softly, I approached my front door. After placing my hand on the warm, metal knob the door swung back, probably because someone hadn't closed it back all the way; which happened a lot more than you would think.
I slammed the door shut with excessive force, trying to announce my presence before talking to anyone, and expressing my annoyance about the front door being ajar. "I'm home!"
Glancing around the corner into the kitchen, I saw nothing out of place, and everything was quiet. Where is everyone? Knowing how much my parents hated it when I left my school things on the table, I trekked up stairs just to put my bag and blazer in my room, before roaming I knew they both had taken the day off, and both their cars were here, so unless they were out taking a walk or something my parents should have been here.
Sighing softly, I rummaged through the pantry, trying to find something to satisfy my sweet tooth. Much to my dismay, I concluded that I must have eaten all the cookies during my last pantry raid, so there wasn't anything to hold my attention for long.
Grabbing some ice from the freezer, I nursed a glass of water, contemplating what to do with my time alone. There wasn't really much to do. I had finished what little homework I had in study hall, and I had no intention of studying for finals until at least next week. A small smile worked its way onto my face as I imagined my mum saying, why don't you go read a book. She was always trying to get me to read for no reason.
Just as I placed the empty glass in the sink the phone started to ring. Glancing behind me at its place on the wall, I found it wasn't there. That's strange.
Walking around in a small circle, I tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. The ringing gradually grew louder as I headed towards the parlor. It stopped just as I placed my hand on the brass doorknob. A small shiver ran down my spine, as if something was telling me not to go in there. Shaking my head slightly, I got a firm grasp on the knob and pushed the door open; you're just being paranoid again.
The phone started ringing again as I opened the door to the parlor. Words couldn't describe all the rampant emotions running through my head as I took in the gory scene before me. Blood stained the walls, and seeped into the carpet that covered the floor, all leading back to one source. Tears flowed down the sides of my face at the sight of a bloody, partial hand print on the back of the phone, and the sight of my mother laying on the floor nearby, still reaching for it.
My knees gave out, and my blood ran cold. There were so many questions I had, but none of them could become coherent long enough for me to even address the fact that they even existed. Not wanting to see anymore, I somehow managed to get out into the hallway, and close the door back.
Trembling, I desperately tried to focus on what needed to be done, but there wasn't anything I could think of. My mind was blank, except for one question that I would probably never get the answer to: why would someone do this?

so that was chapter one we hope you like it the next chapter will be 2.000 so give us some time it took us 2 days to make this chapter we will have it done in no time much love to the people who read this