Madam Red's Son, Allen's Mother

In the Durless Estate...just a day after the Tragedy of Phantomhive three years ago...

'Undertaker...who is this child?' Angelina 'Madam Red' Durless-Barnett asked the eccentric man who brought her a ginger-haired young boy whose face was that of an angel. Adorable. He was sleeping in Undertaker's arms.

'I found him grieving for his father in the cemetery by his lonesome...and his father was a 'customer' of mine.' said Undertaker. 'He got killed by carriage accident...on Christmas no less.' Madam Red's eyes widened at this as her own sour memories regarding carriage accidents arose.

'But what do you want me to do with him?'

'He can be your son, if you wish. He has a hard life of nothing but loneliness and rejection until his adoptive father took him in. He was rejected by his own family for something out of his control.' said Undertaker. 'Now that he lost this man, he thinks he would never find love and acceptance...ever again.' and Undertaker removed the left-arm bandages to show a horribly deformed arm, and a strange glass formation on the back of his hand. Madam Red gasped at this.

'C-can you fix it?' Madam Red choked. 'Even if I care for him...you know what kind of world I live in!' she cried. 'Their rejection and words are far biting and cruel than the words of commoners on the streets! Not even I can protect him from that!'

'I can fix it though it'll be a difficult task...all I ask is that I am this boy's educator?' Undertaker chuckled. 'For he is surely in for an interesting life, you see?'

xxx

Three years later...

Allen grew up with a loving and doting mother in Madam Red.

He was found by the local Funeral Director after falling asleep from crying before his adoptive father's grave. He gave him to his current mother, Baroness Angelina Durless-Barnett. He was educated in the ways of fine gentility by the same guy who found him, while his mother taught him how to be a 'good, kind man'. A month after the Phantomhive Tragedy, Madam Red took in his adoptive cousin Ciel Phantomhive for him to recover and Ciel came with a pitch-black butler.

Ciel asked who he was.

Of course, Allen was honest with him. He helped his mother take care of Ciel for him to recover from whatever ordeal he came from because he wouldn't say a word.

'Ciel...' said Allen. 'I know what you must do but take care.' he said softly. 'You're taking on where your father left off. Become strong, stronger than anyone. Never let anyone hurt you for the sake of those who care for you.'

'Naturally.' said Ciel as he prepared to leave with his butler, Sebastian Michaelis. 'I will never lose.' with that, they left. 'Queen's Watchdog huh...I don't like it already.'

'But still, it's a duty tasked to them by the royal family.' said his mother with a sigh. 'And even if Ciel is a child...he must take on that duty after getting educated...even if it means getting hated by anyone enough to kill him...like they did my sister and my brother-in-law.' said Angelina bitterly. 'I may lose my nephew too to those vultures.'

'Then we'll have to make sure it doesn't happen, right? We're...nobles too after all. Even if our standing is a bit lower, we can still do something.' Allen suggested. 'You're a doctor right? And if anything happens on our visit, I can be his shield while Sebastian does house-cleaning.' Madam Red blinked at her adoptive boy's ideas before smiling.

'You have a big heart.' she said, hugging him.

'It comes along with having a family.' Allen hugged back. 'Families...give us what we call 'heart's after all. If we're alone, would we have a heart?'

After that, Allen studied and trained hard under Undertaker. General Education, Arts, Music, Dance, Fencing, Marksmanship, Parkour, and the secret of his arm...it's actually a weapon that latched onto him. The catch? The weapon is his as long as he eats a lot, as with the parasitic weapon on, he is eating for two and it wants food. Madam Red saw nothing wrong with that and at least, her son has his own security. Especially now that he would inherit the title of Baron. And a Baron's job is to serve the Royal Family through the Military. However, unlike some houses who start jobs as early as 13 in Ciel's case since his job was mostly detective work, as a Baron who must serve in the military as either a warrior or advisor, Allen must be 17 to be decorated, and officially start his job. That is why until then, Allen must train like crazy to be useful. Because his adoptive father was the younger son of the Barnett Family, he did not inherit the Baron title but still a lord nonetheless, and he was free to do as he pleased as long as when needed, he would 'contribute' to society. Allen is no different. As one of the Lords of Barnett, he can contribute anyway he pleased.

Undertaker had to do a looot of things that everyone knows of ahem, the 'miracle child who has to be born prematurely so his mother could undergo hysterectomy on her accident. Allen was seven months old in the womb when it happened. How he did that was anyone's guess, and everyone knows of Allen as her real son, not an adoptive one. The mother-and-son pair were greatly indebted to Undertaker who was able to make Allen 'exist' among the nobility. He was at first, said to be a very sickly child whom Madam Red put so much efforts on in making him healthy since that 'premature birth', before introducing him to the other Barnetts when his 'condition improved'. Why he was a no show was because the 'condition was so bad she had no idea whether he'll live or not, and would rather not cause endless worry to her in-laws'. After being gently scolded, Allen was formally introduced although he has to play his part well. He's supposed to be 'fresh from recovery' after all. And the Barnetts wanted to wait until he's in full health before they arrange a fiancee for him.

Allen worked hard in his training. It helps that he used to be a Circus Performer which means he was already used to 'throwing his weight around' literally and figuratively due to the stunts he has to do. He also grew his hair long, bound at the tip with a ribbon and wore it over his right shoulder. At age 13, he is physically fit and strong, capable of excellent and powerful combat, but of course, still has ways to go. However...only Allen knows the full truth about his adoptive cousin's Butler...however he would never let his mother know and cause her constant worry and fear everyday of Ciel's life. Keeping her ignorant keeps her happy and carefree and he preferred it that way, since she's already worrying about him and his unusual powers.

He also showed up in parties so he would get to know his fellow noble peers. But Allen did NOT want a fiancee just yet. He enjoys his single life, thank you!

That, and he's also involved with the underworld. Part of his job.

And right now...today is his first time in the Phantomhive Manor. 'So mother, today's business is about our mouse that found its way in right?'

'Indeed.' said Madam Red. 'Our job is to hunt it down and then clean up.' said Madam Red. 'So I'm trusting you with Ciel's safety until we locate this rat.'

'Yes, mother...this ought to be fun.' Allen smirked as he licked his lips. 'The target is most likely the sweets Sir Clause gave to him not long ago as a piece of evidence that pests are rampant.'

xxx

Phantomhive Manor...

'Welcome, Madam Red, Sir Allen.' Sebastian greeted. 'The master awaits in the Game Room.'

'I'll go on ahead sweetie.' Madam Red kissed his head. 'Have fun playing in the grounds.' Allen smiled before letting out a malicious smirk that didn't go unnoticed by Sebastian.

'Yes, mother. I'll enjoy Earl Phantomhive's vast grounds very much.' and Allen skipped off. Sebastian glanced at Madam Red curiously.

'So he knows?'

'Yes. And he's quite trained to hunt prowlers in our homes.' Madam Red chuckled. 'My baby boy is very adept in it and he's eager to play with his cousin. We should hear their dying screams soon.'

'Oh, so the young master is skilled in hunting?'

'Yes. He's trained well and he's eager to help. He doesn't like meetings though. He's shy. So he'll prefer getting filled in and he'll do things his way.'

xxx

Allen prowled around the manor like a cat. Madam Red told him who and what were Ciel's servants exactly. An Ex-American Soldier exployed as a Chef, an Ex-Assassin Sniper for a Maid, and a Human Test Subject they rescued from America who was making bioweapons by creating humans with super-strength for a Gardener. All he has to do is look for people who are out of place.

He found two guys within the mansion and captured them before securing them in the basements, and looked for more on the grounds...two more who were waiting for a getaway in a car. 'Humm, Britain doesn't have cars yet so what country has a car now?' Allen wondered aloud as he listened to the conversations they were having because the men were finding the car more convenient than a carriage, imported from Italy. 'Ah, Italian.' he then made his presence known. 'Gentlemen, may I ask you a few things...'

And he instilled pure fear into them as the men were terrified at the inhuman shadow that loomed over them...and when they were done 'talking', Allen dragged them back to the Estate's back door that was opened by Tanaka.

'Well done, young master.' Tanaka greeted.

'Did you make those guys in the Dungeon cry? Allen asked the old man.

'Certainly and they talked, after some persuasion.' Tanaka curtsied. 'I informed Sebastian of the details and he's off. We do need sufficient proof to nail the mouse.'

'I see. It's convenient that Duke Randall's here, he can carry these mice to the Yard for us in that Italian Car I stole from these guys! Heehee.' thirty minutes later, Sebastian was back with some paraphernalia and documents. He went to the Game Room to present incriminating evidence to the Evil Noblemen present and a paling Azzurro Vanel was nailed.

Such is life.