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A/N: Oh my! *squeal!* thank you for reading and bothering to accept this work in your groups! I will do my best to make this better… Promise!

Thanks to BunnyL, Akatsukismidnightsun, SpiderLust from Deviantart and to Cheesyfursona. i said it'll take 5 reviews to make me update, but since you guys are sooo nice to me,,, here's chapter 2!

The draft of how this story will go is already done, but the ending on how Alois ends up with Claude is to be decided by YOU! So tell me what's on your mind? Do you want Claude with Alois, or do you want him to be left behind drowning with his OOC tears? Do not be afraid to critique! Just don't be a meanie!

I don't have a beta, so mistakes are to be expected, nor am I a native speaker of English. If you want to be my beta, you can just pm me : ) I'm friendly, don't worry!

Warning: OOC, modern character settings, awful plot, and ratings may go up!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji and the characters. And I'm not getting paid for this.

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Remorse:

Alois/Alley POV:

For some reason, that customer gave me the creeps. I mean, sure, he's sooo cute. Topaz pupils hidden under spectacles, ebony hair that I bet as soft as a feather, and he looks so strong beneath the tuxedo. *swoon* But seriously, he's scary. Especially when he called me Alois. The name kinda rings a bell, or maybe because it sounds like my nickname Alley.

There he is again. The stranger keeps on ogling my thighs, but I kinda understand since my shorts, are err, short. Hey, it's my uniform. Just shake it off. I half-sang, half-stuttered the song. Yeah, I just wanna shake off the weird feeling of déjà vu that his aura gives away. It's like I know him. And he knows me. Eerie.

The mysterious fair-skinned man finished his food, and I stumbled to retrieve the dishes and his payment. Hey, I got a huge tip . I counted the money and returned to observing the stranger. He opted to stay and use the wi-fi inside the patisserie with his Apple laptop. Discreetly glancing at his stiff, black, formal suit, I wondered if he's a butler, a businessman, or a corpse to be placed in a coffin. A pretty corpse.

"Alley, right?" the creeper said. Since he's a customer, I smiled sweetly and flashed my pretty teeth to him.

"Yes sir. It's Alley. Do you need anything else?" the lame follow-up question was an emphasis of professionalism. Although I won't mind dating him. It's just that I'm taken.

Well I am a bi-sexual, and madly in love with my boyfriend Luke. He's an upper classman who's the smartest guy in school and my best friend ever since I came out of the orphanage. I was just a struggling orphan who's working my ass off to finish my studies, then we bumped at each other on my first day in High School, became friends, and the rest was history. True, I don't deserve him. He's really popular and cute, but he chose me, over all of them. He spoiled me with his love and attention like a princess. He even calls me "Your Highness" as an affectionate pet name. I won't dare ask for anything else. Just him and I can survive hell.

"Hey, baby." I looked up from serving a female customer and squealed.

"Luke!" I ran to him and hugged him tightly. His soft orangey/brown hair that's heaven on my fingers, the innocent brown eyes that sparkled with love, my Luke. He's not much taller than me, 5'6 ft, two inches higher than me. Nevertheless he's perfect. I let him go and he squeezed my cheeks with his soft fingers, I giggled. "What's with the sudden visit?" Usually he's at his home when I'm working, surfing the net and waiting for my text to fetch me from my work.

"I just missed you," he gave me that sad, puppy-eyed look. I laughed as I led him to his favorite spot next to the counter. He ordered mocha frappe, and I quickly served his order. Good thing the manager was absent today. The other staff would never dare say a word about me slacking off at work or else I'd mince them to smithereens. "Listen, I got something to tell you."

I sat beside him, slightly frowning at the super formal mood. "Is there something wrong?"

"We can't hide from my parents forever, Alley." His parents are professional dentists; his mom is working at their own clinic, and his dad at the nearby hospital. And they're catholic fanatics who abhorred gay relationships with a passion. I bit my lip to repress my tears, but nonetheless it spilled from my eyes. Is he breaking up with me?

"What's with the tears, baby?" he lifted his hands and wiped the liquid with his blue cotton handkerchief. "I'm not breaking up with you, Alley. Don't cry."

"But, what about your parents?" I choked. I can't lose him. Not like this. He's the only reason why I'm still breathing. I hold unto him and leaned to his shoulder, not caring if I look like some protagonist in a bad drama series. His scent of mint lingers on his green cotton shirt. I felt his lips on my blonde hair and his soft touches on my back.

"Sorry if I startled you." he smiled and pinched my nose. "I meant to say that I need to introduce you to my parents. You know, so that we can be an official couple." He lifted my chin and pressed his mouth against my parted ones. I closed my eyes and tasted him. Mocha frappe and Luke; the perfect combination.

"They might not like me," I whispered after the kiss. That's an understatement. They will hate me, aside from the social status; the same sex affair is against our religion. I'm scared to lose him. He ruffled my hair and laughed softly.

"Don't worry about it. I just don't like keeping our love a secret." Even at school, we tried to be discreet, knowing that our catholic academy will not take this lightly. At worst, we can be expelled. "You are not some skeleton in my closet. You are my everything." He looked straight into my eyes and with a firm voice, he declared. "I will never be ashamed of us. Remember that. We've been together for a year, isn't it about time to be official?"

I sighed and sat up, now smiling softly. "Well, I guessed you're right."

"Great," he offered his hand and we stood up together. "Be ready next Friday. You'll meet my pals, and let's see how this goes." I walked him to the door, ignoring the stares of the customers from the earlier drama. "Gotta go, baby. Need to finish some home works." Luke went to the parking lot and sat on his red motorcycle. He started the motor and blew me a kiss.

"Be careful, 'kay?" I blew a kiss back at him.

He bowed and winked. "Yes, your Highness."

He sped away from my work place and I returned inside. Now, back to staring at the creeper.

I looked at the spot where he used to be, and no one's there. Oh, well, guess he left when I was busy crying over Luke. My happy mood returned, and I was whistling happily.

The morning past by easily, and I guess I earned a lot. Now I can pay for the school project. As a scholar, I only pay for miscellaneous fees, but it's quite expensive, so I need to work 3 jobs. I'm a crew here at MWF mornings, and a baby sitter during TTh mornings. School's every weekday afternoons at 1pm, and I'm an encoder at a law firm during weekends. I'm kinda busy for my age.

It's only a few minutes away before my shift ends and I'm already fixing my stuff to leave early. Just then, my phone blared Nicki Minaj's 'Va va voom', scaring the hell out of me. I was ready to scream at the caller, but when Luke's number flashes on screen, I answered immediately.

"Hey?"

"Alley? it's Craig, Luke's classmate. You gotta come here right now. Luke's motorcycle collided with a truck, and he got ran over with the ten-wheeler…"

I felt my knees drop to the floor, and before I knew it, I was crying.
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How'd you like me now? *dodges the tomatoes from angry fan girls*

This is going to be a sad, angsty story… so bear with me please! What is life without drama?

Review please! 5 reviews on this chapter and I'll update immediately!

*peaceout!*