Hi everyone. It's great top be back, i've finsihed my Midterms and I've decided to do another fic for one of my favorite anime/manga Kuroshitsuji.

For those of you who've read my first Kuroshituji story Acrimonious Memories. You all will be familiar with who Cyril is. If you haven't please read it, that way you won't be confused in anything presented in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way possible. I only aspect I own is the idea for the story and Cyril Cloutier. That is all... With that, please enjoy the sequel.

Melancholy Reunion

Chapter I.

Cyril quietly wondered the streets, it has been two months after everything and frankly, she was bored. It was when Sebastian's proposition popped up in head; she might as well try to find the person. As she walked down a road she noticed many citizen retreating into their homes almost slamming the doors off their hinges, she could even hear the clicking sounds of the locks. This intrigued her greatly.

What could be going on?

"I don't want to go inside!" Cyril heard a little boy whine to his mother as she dragged him towards the house, but for a child he put up quite a struggle, and she was about to hit him.

"Excuse me," Cyril motioned, "But could I ask you something?" The child immediately stopped seeing her and his mother had the opportunity to drag him inside ignoring Cyril in the process. Cyril frowned.

"My, my. Human these days, no manners whatsoever." she continued on her way. She soon came across a man who was closing his shop.

"Excuse me, sir." she called out.

"Hn?"

"May I ask why everyone here is returning home seeing that it is only six o'clock?" The man laughed huskily locking the door.

"I take it your not from around here?" Cyril nodded.

"Then it's understandable that you wouldn't have heard."

"If I may ask, what?"

"A killer."

"Killer?"

"Ah, yes. A crazy heckling that hacks up anyone that they come across regardless of gender or age. Everyone locks up to be sure not to become victims." he walked over to his car, "I suggest you find someplace to be, or you'll end up with more holes than you're intended to have." Cyril smiled bowing.

"I thank you. I'll value your information sir." With that, the man drove off.

"I guess I should find this person..." Cyril continued.

She paused when she stopped at the end of an alley.

"Nothing here either..." she turned to leave when she saw a female silhouette standing in her way of exiting.

"Oh? I who might you be?" the woman asked. She had a twisted look on her face holding a butcher knife in her hand.

"My name is Cyril, and might you be the killer going around this late at night?"

"Killer?" the woman asked, she twirled around laughing happily, "Hardly, I'm a make-up artist! I make everyone I come across at this time so no one can see my art work until it's finished."

"Well , I must say I'm not impressed by your 'art'. I say it's quite bland."

"Bland? How dare you!" The woman clutched her knife tightly, as if collecting her thoughts on what to say next.

"Well, if you don't like it..." she ran up to Cyril, "I'll make you pretty!" Cyril stepped back from her.

"Actually, I'm quite in favor of my current look."

"I'll make everyone look pretty!" she laughed swinging the blade in front of Cyril; she dodged her flailing arms with ease and stood a distance away.

Honestly, she did not want to deal with this right now, this much movement was putting a lot of strain on her stomach which recently healed itself, soon enough the wound would reopen. Cyril stepped back as the woman swung at her again, she had a twisted grin her face and only seemed to grow in its pleasure.

"I'll make you beautiful-" The woman screamed. Within a second-and Cyril had to admit she could not follow it very well, but it looked like something just slashed the woman's neck? The woman cried, dropping the knife and falling to the ground. Cyril's breath caught in her throat seeing the being behind her.

A woman? A man?

Cyril had a problem telling the person apart. They had long red hair, a red coat, and red-rimmed glasses with mini skulls on the ends followed with a black and white chain, and piercing yellow green eyes.

"If anyone's going to make something beautiful.. It's going to be me!" She looked down to see the woman had some sort of instrument impaled through her chest... A chainsaw, she raised her eyebrow.

"Ah! My beautiful scythe is all dirty now! William will be upset with me." they whined.

"A Shinigami-" she quickly ducked seeing the chainsaw swung in her direction, she dodged it by barely an inch and part of her suit was torn.

"Ah, demona!" he sang, "Did you honestly think I would let the likes of you get away?" Before she could even respond, he swung at her again, and Cyril once again dodged it by a fraction of an inch shredding her suit once again. "Oh no, no demons are getting away from me this time~!" Cyril sidestepped him tripping him with her leg.

"I must apologize on my behalf Shinigami, but I'm currently busy." The Shinigami rose to their feet, staring at Cyril curiously.

"Hm?"

Cyril observed the cuts on her suit.

"Now, where am I going to find a tailor at this hour?" Cyril jumped as the Shinigami flailed their chainsaw around.

"Kyaa! You act just like Sebas-chan!" he squealed.

"Sebastian?" she asked.

Does he know Sebastian?

The person hugged themself swaying side to side.

"Oh yes! My precious Sebas-chan! Oh how I, Grelle, wish to hold him in my arms!" he seemed to melt just by saying Sebastian. He looked at her mischievously. Cyril back away.

"Hey, aren't demons like you supposed to be devouring souls right now?"

"I have more self control." she answered, "I don't need souls anyway." she waved her hand idly, "Especially when I have no work to do, it'll be too much of a bother." Grell became interested.

"What kind of work?" he swooned. Cyril sighed.

"I don't think I should be telling you this..."

"Huh? Why not?" Grell whined. Cyril put her hand on her hip, tilting her waist to the side slightly.

"Do you not know who we are? You are a Shinigami. I am a demon."

"Your point?" he asked.

"We're not even supposed to be having this confrontation..."

"But…" Grell was lost for words, until he threw himself at her, "You look so much like Sebas-chan!" Cyril sidestepped him once again allowing Grell to go head first into one of the ally walls.

"Please refrain from doing that..."

"Whyyyyy?" Grelle turned to her. Cyril raised her finger poking him in the forehead.

"You haven't even introduced yourself properly." When Grelle only stared at her, Cyril sighed.

"I guess I'll start." she tilted her head to the side.

"My name is Cyril Cloutier. I am a demon that was currently a butler. However, due to an injury I have temporarily retired from work."

"Okay then! My name is Grelle Sutcliff. I am a Shinigami, and I used to be a butler for..." He tilted his hips to the side, stuck out his tongue and arranged his fingers as if he were at some rock concert.

"..Death!"

"A... Butler for Death?"

"That's right, Cece-chan!" Cyril twitched.

"C-Cece-chan?" Grelle swung his chainsaw around like a little girl twirling in a meadow full of flowers.

"Doesn't it sound so similar to Sebas-chan? It's so cute!" Cyril had to admit she never encountered a being like him, and what was even more unusual was that she thought the name was cute.

"Yes, it does so close, Grelle." she answered. Grelle glanced down at her outfit.

"Oh my! I destroyed Cece-chan's outfit... Grelle will fix it!"

"No no, it's quite alright, I can do it on my own-"

"No! You need a new one!" Grelle grabbed her hand and lead Cyril out the ally way.

"Grelle!"