A/N: And so I've now expanded that oneshot into something more interesting. For those who are familiar with KSJ, I'm going by the anime for it is more suitable for my purposes. Thus, this story will be post-season 1 for KSJ, disregarding what will happen in season two. For those who are familiar with Danny Phantom, the time line is after the third season but no Phantom Planet. Please enjoy!

Summary Extended: Danny's parents realize how stressed out he and his sister, Jazz, have become. (C'mon though they don't know that he's a half-ghost doesn't mean they don't know when their kids are stressed out.) So they thought the two should have a little break, in LONDON! Convinced (and that his parents are forcing him to do so anyway), he and Jazz go to London to stay with their great aunt Bethanne.

However, not everything is as it seems. As Danny and Jazz dig deeper into the history of their English cousins, the more terrifying and dangerous it becomes to the point that Danny wishes that he HAD stayed in Amity.

Because now that they're in, there may be no way out...

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler).


1888, London

London bridge is falling down...

...Falling down...

...Falling down...

...London bridge is falling down...

My fair Lady...

The fires continued to rage throughout the city, showing no mercy to its inhabitants. It consumed the wood of the buildings, causing them to crumble into nothing but ash. Many fell in a lethal faint as the smoke filled their lungs.

There were others not so lucky to have such an end...

A woman screamed in horror as the flames grabbed her, refusing to release her from his fiery grip. It traveled to her hair, hungry for her flesh. She rolled on the ground, trying as she might to rid herself of the flames. Others watched in morbid fascination as the woman's struggles became less and less until she became still.

More and more bodies littered the streets: some knocking on Death's door, and some already entering his humble abode.

The Thames was no exception as the ferocious orange flames reflected upon its waters. Debris in the river and limp bodies about the concrete banks made for a gruesome sight. Most of those corpses looked as if they were attempting to escape the harsh smoke and ash by the saddened river but to no avail.

On top of the incomplete Tower Bridge, a battle was near its conclusion. Black and white feathers exploded everywhere, leaving a young noble—who looked no older than thirteen—to hang on the edge of a wooden plank.

Screams of anguish filled the air as a voice counted down from ten.

Ten...

Nine...

Blood was everywhere as a man in all white cursed at his unseen opponent.

Eight...

The man in white's horror at his opponent's approach as black and white feathers blurred his vision.

Seven...

"Useless. Let go!" came the man in white's pleas.

Six...

"Useless! Useless!" he continued.

Five...

A black-gloved hand went through the man's chest cavity, blood everywhere... The young noble's face scrunched up in the strain of holding on.

Four...

Three...

"Featherless!" the man stammered out.

Two...

The man started yelling for it to stop...

One...

A pale blue light expanded from the bridge outwards. This was followed by a bright white light that consumed all of the Tower Bridge, cleansing it of the fallen angel.

Another man stood at where the young noble held on, missing his left arm and said, "It's over, young master."

The boy looked up with one royal blue eye and the other violet with a pentagram. His raven hair flapped in the breeze as he looked up to the man with a sincere but sad smile.

Then he let go...


I know it's short. Every time I start a new story, the first two posts are the shortest.

Edit 1/10/10: Bear with me as I get the next chapter up. I want to complete at least three chapters before posting chapter 1.

Thanks for reading and please humble me with a review!