PP12: *smiles and curtsies* Good evening my good readers. I'm very VERY excited to post this story as a result to the amount of reviews and favorites I recieved for Drunken Butler and I really hope you will like the sequel as well. So yeah, summary says all, let's get started shall we?

PS. For those who haven't read Drunken Butler, don't worry, you don't need to in order to understand the story, however it wouldn't hurt to take a peek :)

I don't own Kuroshitsuji (sadly). It is owned by Yana Toboso.

In the busy yet calm streets of London, twelve year old Ciel Phantomhive walked past the various open shops with his butler Sebastian silently following behind. It was a rather gloomy morning according to the grey clouds that hovered in the sky, and soon light raindrops sprinkled down on the rubble. Exactly three weeks had passed since the disastrous catastrophe that involved a demon and more than enough catnip tequila that if a human drank that much alcohol he or she would most definitely die, ironically enough that the tragic event nearly costed Ciel's life afterwards. He was sure it took most of his dignity too, and he was already in the process of erasing the horrid memories from his head. Sebastian on the other hand found it hard to recall exactly how the experience felt, however he was still disturbed of what he heard when Ciel told him everything. Who knew something as simple as alcohol could break half their contract? But it didn't matter anyway. That was the past and something horrible like that would never happen ever again; he wouldn't allow it.

"We're here, Master," Sebastian informed.

The erasing of 'The day my butler got drunk' might as well have been altered to something even worse. Ciel scowled at the huge sign on Undertaker's shop; how he hated going there. Even if he was with Sebastian, something about that shinigami made him nervous, and not in a good way.

"I know Sebastian. It's right there in front of me, I'm not blind," Ciel spat.

"I'm sorry sir, but you looked as if you were in another train of thought."

Sebastian smirked at the silent response and the earl ignored him as he cautiously opened the door and master and servant entered the shop, which was of course empty.

"Undertaker, are you in?" Ciel called with an edge of irritation in his tone. You insane lunatic…He finished in his thoughts. Sebastian closed the door and at the sound of the jingling bell the Undertaker appeared like a jack-in-a-box from behind the counter. His grin went wider when Ciel juddered in shock by his sudden appearance. Yes, this was one of the many things Ciel regretted about being the Queen's guard dog.

"What can I do for you, earl~?" Undertaker inquired with a giggle. Ciel sighed and attempted to overlook the eerie items scattered in the strange shop. Of course, he encountered a book load of strange people in his life so this wasn't abnormal, but out of all those strange people however, this shinigami proved to be the strangest of them all.

"We're here on business under Her Majesty," Ciel replied.

"Ahh~ I see perfectly…information you seek is it?"

"Yes."

"Well then my Lord…" Undertaker began as his fingers began to twitch a little, along with his whole body, and saliva started rolling from his lips down to his chin. "You know exactly what the payment is, don't you?"

Ciel glared at the silver-haired shinigami. Why couldn't I just figure this out myself so I won't have to visit this freak?

"Shall I handle this, Young Master?" Sebastian offered, noticing the boy's irritation and tugging his glove.

"Do it," Ciel sighed stepping outside, "But make it quick."

Outside the shop Ciel waited patiently for the destructive laughing fit to take place, and after a moment of seconds it finally occurred, the sound of loud cackling that belonged to a mad-man erupting through the walls, and Ciel dodged the descending sign falling to the ground. There was a click and the door slowly creaked open.

"You may come in now," Sebastian said cheerily. As expected, Ciel saw Undertaker on the floor twitching and smiling idiotically still gasping for air in his lungs.

"You….you never fail me…." Undertaker murmured between giggles.

"Alright, we gave you what you want," Ciel groaned, watching the Undertaker struggling to stand up. "I believe you owe us our reward now."

Undertaker grinned at the earl like the Cheshire cat and rose to his feet. "Ahh yes, and what would that be Lord?"

"Information," Ciel responded, "I received a letter this morning about a drug smuggler in London. Apparently he is in possession of a highly illegal kind."

"Oh yes, I've heard about that indeed."

Ciel took a seat across Undertaker and pierced his visible sapphire eye straight at him, hoping to squeeze every last drop of information out of him quickly as possible.

"There is a new drug spreading at an alarming rate known as Crimson Drop," Ciel continued as he watched Undertaker preparing tea, "For what I am told the person responsible for making the drug has already been executed, however it is still advertised in the black markets. But the drug is slowly starting to reach to the public."

Undertaker dunked a tea bag into a large beaker full of hot water and handed it to Ciel, nodding with a grin.

"Yes, that drug has become quite popular in the black markets, not to mention it is known for its effects." Undertaker glanced at Sebastian and snickered. "Much like when your butler was drunk."

Ciel rolled his eye annoyed that the memories returned in his head again.

"I want to know if you knew any details about the current suspect who could've started the spread. Can you provide us with that?" Ciel asked impatiently. Undertaker put a finger to his chin and hummed as he thought, and he shook his head.

"Not since the spread has recently started, no."

Ciel sighed. Just as I thought, coming here was a waste of time after all.

"However I do have knowledge about Crimson Drop, if you are interested," Undertaker grinned. Intrigued, Ciel raised an eyebrow and rested his chin against his fingers.

"Enlighten me."

Undertaker sat down and Ciel sipped his tea, and if he looked hard enough he would be able to make out a glimmer in the shinigami's eyes covered by his long fringe.

"In the past few days this drug had a peculiar appearance, but now the look has changed."

"A disguise?" Ciel pondered. Undertaker nodded.

"Most definitely, you see, the drug used to be wrapped in paper the colour just like its name," Undertaker explained. "Now it is a dark purple and enfolded in foil."

"Perhaps the suspect made a promising agreement with the company that assisted the spread," Sebastian cut in, "A trading company no doubt."

Ciel looked at Sebastian with a hint of shock. "You mean like Koon-Loon, the one Lau works for?" he asked. Undertaker took out a stale biscuit and gnawed on it with his teeth. His smile looked nearly as similar to a crescent moon when Ciel drank more of the tea.

"That is all I know I'm afraid," Undertaker said.

"Fine," Ciel sighed and stood up to leave, but when he did his legs trembled and he nearly lost balance of his body leaning to the side. Before he could fall Sebastian caught him effortlessly.

"Master, are you alright?" he asked gently, suddenly pushed away by Ciel.

"Let me go!" the earl demanded, "I'm fine!"

"Be sure to come back won't you?" Undertaker chuckled waving at the two as they exited the shop, laughing to himself when he was soon alone. "Heheheh….this shall be quite entertaining…"

Meanwhile it was a rather silent carriage ride on the way back to the manor. Sebastian found his eyes glued on Ciel with confusion and slight worry. Something was wrong, he was sure of it. Ciel gazed out the window and didn't bother breaking into conversation. By his rapt gaze Sebastian knew he was unfocused on the investigation which was hardly like him at all; normally they would be deep into strategies after information was spilt. After a few more seconds of silence Sebastian decided to break the ice.

"I suggest we should wait until we are contacted before we investigate further," he suggested.

"Mmhm," Ciel hummed. His tone sounded uninterested and he continued staring at the moving scenery from outside until the carriage finally stopped in front of the estate, the sound of a horse neighing when it parked. Ciel stepped out of the carriage with a slight wobble which aroused more concern.

Perhaps the Young Master is just tired, Sebastian thought and opened the door gracefully. The strangest thing happened after that. Immediately Ciel dashed towards the staircase without a care in the world he nearly tripped on his heels, and Sebastian was startled when he heard a playful chuckle from his master. Something was definitely wrong.

"My Lord, if I might implore, what has gotten into your sudden change of mood?"

Ciel stopped and turned his head towards him. A smile stretched to his cheeks, much like the Undertaker's.

"I feel….funny…." he muttered. Then he let out a giggle and it turned into a garbled laugh.

"Master?" Sebastian inquired arching an eyebrow.

"Sebastian…." Ciel said with a slur and wobbled towards him, "I think I'm…drunk…"

PP12: Hehehehee~ And let the fun commence! Nice beginning? Let's see what you think! :D