if Heaven and Hell decide (that they both are satisfied)

[1] your fingers came unwired

Her body ached like it hasn't in years. Her breath hitches, and she suspects she is about to faint.

No. She has to endure this. They promised… did they not? That they would scape together. It was… it was what was supposed to be done. Yes. Yes, they would scape.

Where was Ciel, anyways? She was sure they had been put together, but it was impossible to tell, everything was so dark and her eyelids were as good as weights.

Perhaps she could forget it all?

.: :.

"Ciel, are you awake?"

The voice of someone she barely recognised awoke her with unsurprising ease. She slowly blinked, trying to comprehend what kind of situation was she—where was she, even? Was this—?

No. Her eyelids didn't let in much light, but there was light, she could see it. Wherever this was, it was way better than the other place.

"I am now." She whispered, with the manliest voice possible she could muster, answering to her—newly acquired—butler.

Even if her vision was blurry, the dazzling smile Sebastian was throwing at her was easy to recognise.

"Good, for we have arrived to the hospital you mentioned."

She nodded. The butler released her, and she proceeded with a dainty stance and practiced ease towards the receptionist, who offered her a halfway-pity-halfway-sweet smile, something that left her wondering Am I really looking that ghastly?

"What can I do for you, sweetie?"

"I'm looking for Dr. Dulles. Is she available?" She said, with that feigned voice she was starting to hate. It was easy to pretend, but she figured somebody would find out eventually and they would—

Breathe. Concentrate.

"I think her break starts in about five minutes. Do you want me to deliver her a message?"

She thought for a couple of seconds. "Please do tell her that Ciel is back, please." And she took the nearest chair and sat. The receptionist spared her an askew glance, but stood from her seat and went to deliver her message. It didn't take her long to be back, this time with Aunt Angie, who was visibly disheveled for her abrupt coming.

"…Hi." She barely had time to say before she was envolver into a pair of strong arms. The woman in front of her wasn't at all the beautiful lady she was used to see—perfect lipstick, perfect hairdo, dresses cut out perfectly. She had no make up on, her hair was a barely-passable bun and her clothing was rather simple.

"You're back, my goodness. At least one of you is back."

She wondered if auntie actually noticed the fact that she lied, that she said to be Ciel instead of who she truly was. She supposed it didn't matter, but only if she didn't ask her.

"I was saved, auntie. I had to… I received help from someone." At this her aunt spared her a glance, like asking what are you talking about and giving her her madam-red-branded-eyebrow that, had this been another passion, she would have laughed.

"By w-whom?" at this point, it was hard for the woman to retain her happiness, and so she cried a few happiness tears, and almost crushed her now fragile body, barely noticing how her hands inflicted damage upon her ribcage.

"I ought to say that would be me, madame." Said Sebastian, breaking the moment and smiling almost sheepishly. "Let me introduce myself: my name is Sebastian Michaelis."

Auntie regarded him, as though she were reviewing in her head his name, looking for suspiciousness or nobility. But nothing at all came—Sebastian Michaelis was, after all, a rather ordinary name.

"And what are you?" Finally said auntie. "Were you part of those freaks that abducted him or…?"

"Oh, no. Nothing at all, madame. I am simply one hell of a butler" and were this not a serious situation, Ciel would have laughed at the irony of his wording. "An… acquaintance of mine has a hero complex of sorts, so to speak. He… infiltrated into the organisation and rescued Ciel, the only one left, and left Ciel to my care until Ciel was stable enough to travel."

"Oh deary," prayed aunt Angie, she put her hand on her forehead. "Has your asthma come back, Ciel? Have you had any attacks this month?"

So at least she was buying the facade. That was a good sign. She tried to remember then, how many times Ciel had attacks while they were…

"I had ten of them last month, but nothing happened after I was set free." Which was the truth, since she had only been free for about two hours and a half. But auntie oughtn't to know about this. Angie nodded. After seconds of silence, she asked: "What happened to grampa, is he ok?"

"Tanaka?" said Angie unsure. Ciel nodded. "Well, he came two days prior today, but I'm no sure about his current whereabouts. I suspect he is in the London mansion, however. Do you want to look for him?"

Ciel nodded. "Then wait for me a few minutes, I'm sure I can get them to exchange my turn to tomorrow. Today I need to be with you." She didn't say want to as much as need to, something Ciel didn't know how to take. Her original idea was to go tell her he was alive and then go to the other mansion and live calmly until the adequate time was to come. She didn't intend on letting auntie help her.

She gazed at Sebastian, who didn't as much as rolled his eyes. She knew what he must think, despite only knowing each other for about three hours—what a pitiful sight, if only I was able to eat now.

Unconsciously, she touched her eyepatch, which covered her supposed contract with Sebastian. "If you really must to," she finally let out, not really sure of what she was supposed to say to that, or if that's how Ciel would have answered her had he—

Breathe. Concentrate.

Ciel wouldn't cry as she was about to, she mentally told herself. How foolish.

Before she could do anything at all, auntie left to, she supposed, tell whoever was in charge that she would be going now, something she didn't know how to take. She could almost feel the weight of Sebastian's gaze in her shoulders. "Something you would like to tell me, Ciel?"

She closed her eyes, exasperated. "Just don't say any word. Don't answer any questions. Your job is to serve me, you hear?" The eyepatch was bothersome. She was so unused to this sensation, she had to get used to have an eye closed and the other open.

"Yes, my la—"

"Don't. Say. It."

Sebastian seemed more than satisfied with having her irked. "Very well, my lord."

It was a matter of minutes before aunt Angie emerged back, this time wearing her glasses. "I called a cab, honey. I hope you don't mind it?"

.: :.

"Madame Red figured the Midfords would like to know about your… whereabouts. She said both, lord Edward and Lady Elizabeth had been profoundly saddened at the prospect of your loss."

It was the third day Ciel passed in the newly-constructed mansion (demon powers are truly wonders, but I would recommend you to be less inconspicuous if you don't want to be found out) and they both decided a new haircut was due.

"Mhmm." Ciel answered, lazily reading the newspaper.

"Lord Edward is apologizing for not being able to come this weekend, what with the tests so close he needs all the time he can use to study."

"Mhmm."

"Lady Elizabeth will be visiting today in the evening, however."

Ciel lowered the newspaper, and sighed defeated. "And you didn't tell me before, why?"

Sebastian shrugged, cutting with enerving perfection. "The reply came only this morning, my lord. Marquess Midford expected this, for the letter is dated three days prior this day."

Ciel looked at him as though he wanted to kill him merely with the eyes. Sebastian cleaned his shoulders and proceeded to retire the fabric, so he could rise.

"We need to offer a proper dinner, then. Make sure to prepare a guest room, I suspect she will stay the night."

"As you wish, my lord."

.: :.

"Ciel?" Was Elizabeth's unsure regarding upon her arrival. Before Ciel stood not only his cousin, but also aunt Francis, right behind Elizabeth, trying her best to look unaffected.

"Elizabeth, aunt Frances." Ciel said with the utmost nobility he was able. "Welcome to the rebuilt mansion."

"Ciel," said aunt Frances, her voice missing her usual vice-grip it usually bore. It was… softer.

"Please, do come in. My butler has prepared an exquisite dinner that would get cold if we don't arrive now. After you, please."

Ciel hoped they wouldn't notice. Anyhow, there's so many bandages in his body that it's barely what it used to be. Now it was just a crumbling petite body. Broken beyond repair.

Just as they arrived the dinner room, Sebastian was placing the final dish, "…and I really hope you enjoy them" he was saying as Ciel entered the room. Be as they were family, Ciel guessed he didn't expect he would wait until his arrival to name the dishes. "Oh, my lord, I was listing this evening's food, would you like me to rep—"

"Don't bother yourself." I won't be eating anything of that, anyway. "A serving of porridge will suffice."

Frances seemed anguished at his eating choice, but understanding. Lizzy, who knew nothing at all and was confused and for the love of God, he looks so frail and he needs to eat more, spoke her mind.

"But there is more than enough food here. Is it not of your liking? Because I can bring you cookies Paula taught me how to bake and—"

"Elizabeth," aunt Frances' voice was stiff, like it used to be. It wasn't a scolding, but neither it was a sweetheart endearing tone. "Ciel has suffered through a lot, we don't know for sure how much he is able to eat."

Elizabeth's eyes buldged at the sudden realisation. I'm sorrys followed thereafter, and Ciel had to smile her before uttering "Sebastian cooked all this food just for you both, I imagined you would have liked it all."

It wasn't hard to pretend to be Ciel, but it didn't hurt any less.

In the end, Sebastian had to prepare yet another guest room, and had to guide Paula to one of the servants spare bedrooms.

.: :.

Edward arrived two weeks later, right after presenting his last test.

"Is it true?" He asked Ciel, and it was in that kind of moment in which Ciel was glad they both had been absolutely identical to each other, or else he from all people would have noticed.

Ciel extended a little box to him as solemn as possible, avoiding eye contact along the way. Edward received the box, confusion and dread interwoven in his gut, not knowing if he were supposed to do something, say hi Ciel or just open it.

And Ciel just stood there, with that feigned tranquility of his, regarding him with a condescendant pity Edward would have never guessed his cousin could ever posses.

"I'm sorry for your loss," said Ciel, His voice as fragile as… but that couldn't be. Edward finally opened it, slowly, as though he were afraid this was Pandora's box, and inside he would find the world's worst secret.

Inside lied a ring. He barely recognised it, he had long ago given it to his cousin, Ciel's twin sister, when his parents said an arranged marriage between the Midford son and the Phantomhive daughter was due. He barely remembered it, even if it was a family heirloom, the Midford engagement ring. He had only seen it two or three times, for she usually didn't wear it. But now it was different. She couldn't wear it anymore. She wouldn't wear it anymore.

And the reality of it all broke into him. His knees gave in, his shoulders trembled and his breath was a barely hidden sob.

And Ciel just stood there, impassive to his pain. "Believe me when I say that it's better this way, all the things that happened…" his voice cut. He must have sensed that Edward wouldn't understand his words, that he couldn't understand the reason behind them. The cold logic, as you might want to call it. He decided to frown instead, as though he were trying himself to comprehend the situation.

"Again, I'm sorry for your loss. But I, as her twin, know that she wouldn't want you to be sad. When we were captured, she mentioned you had a good singing voice." Ciel didn't even know why he was trying to cheer Edward up. They had—supposedly—little to no interactions growing up. When the play-dates began, they usually were between the twins and Lizzy, and just recently Edward. But only Edward and her, not Edward and Ciel.

Ciel's cough brought him back to reality. "She might not be here anymore, but you can sing to her memory, if it makes you feel better. If it brings you comfort."

Ciel knew it wouldn't. Ciel did try to apply it to his own loss. And the only thing that help bearing the guilt—it should have been Ciel and not me the one surviving—was the desire to get revenge.

"Is… was she buried here?"

It was such a random question Ciel wasn't sure how to answer it. "No, she… her remnants were burned. There is, however, a grave with her name in the terrain.

Edward nodded his understanding. "If there is anything you'd like to discuss me, you can find me there."

As Edward was slowly walking towards the grave, Sebastian appeared behind Ciel. "Is afternoon tea ready, Sebastian?"

The butler bowed in response. "Today I have prepared Darjeeling with Orange. I was hoping lord Midford would accompany us in the afternoon tea. Is he already leaving?"

Ciel shook his head. Most probably Sebastian could have heard them from the kitchen, and his questioning was mere pretence. "Let's have tea in the garden, that way he will be able to accompany us."

Sebastian merely nodded. "As you wish, my lord."

I'll try to make this quickly. This is... a retelling of sorts of Kuroshitsuji. When it comes to immune system, women's are better than men's, so in the (hypotetical) case of a twin brother and a twin sister, the twin brother would be the one with the hereditarial disease.

Also, as you can see, in this case, it was female-not-Ciel who was engaged. This was because she holds no real power as head of the house Phantomhive, which, brings my last point.

This was heavily based in the live-action movie. Most fans don't like it, I am not of that "most fans", mostly because brings so many political points that Shiori had to use. It is heavily based, but it doesn't mean it's a copy-pasted version.

I have no official beta whatsoever, so if you pick any mistakes, please do tell me. I would very much appreciate it.

Farewell.