Ciel Fell to his knees, tears brimming his eyes as he watched the demon he had come to know, vanish. He reached out a trembling hand towards his demonic butler, begging him not to go and if he must go, finish the contract and take his soul.
"Sebastian, Come back, that's an order!" Ciel angrily shouted towards the black figure. Slowly turning, Sebastian regarded his once beloved young master.
"I'm Sorry, Young master, but the Contract has been found void, no longer do I own your soul. So now I must be going to find another Master. It was a pleasure to serve you...Ciel Phantomhive." With that, Sebastian disappeared into the night.
Ciel's body went numb. He had rarely ever heard, if at all, his name said by those lips. And never in such a cold, hollow voice. Once the young Earl registered what had happened, he collapsed. Not knowing what to do, he simply laid there. He had always been anticipating, almost eagerly, the day the contract would be fulfilled and he would be able to escape the idiot masses of the living world.
That wasn't the only problem. He felt a pang of guilt. Sebastian had held up his side of the bargain, but Ciel failed to give him what he had worked for. He tried to get Sebastian to just take his soul, and be done with it, but he figured Sebastian had more self control than that. Sebastian told him that the soul must be set under contract, or already out of the body.
As Ciel recalled Sebastian's words, he tried to figure out how to give Sebastian the soul he rightfully deserved. Who works with souls all the time, pulling them from their screaming hosts? Why, Shinigami of course. And he just happened to know a certain red haired Shinigami, just right for the job.