I cringed uncomfortably as I felt myself get settled into a warm, velvet fur. The walls of the coffin curled around me, forcing me to not squirm. While it wasn't the worst thing, I had hoped that I wouldn't have to be in one of these until I died. I heard the Undertaker cackling to the side, not that I could turn and look at him in my state. I swore to myself that I would kill the demon, and if this is what I had to do, then so be it. Being in a coffin wasn't very appealing, but I needed to do this. I felt my eyes closing, and indulged myself into the events that got me into this mess in the first place.

The rain fell down swiftly, as if noticing the dire state that the neighborhood was in. The organized buildings were quiet; the air was completely tranquil, until it wasn't.

"Sebastian" I spoke calmly as if a battle wasn't about to happen. "Kill the Grim Reaper." I stood, watching on as Sebastian leapt into action, flinging himself gracefully towards his target. His lips curved into a smirk, as he raised his arm backwards.

"Yes, my lord." He was so smug. I walked away, knowing nothing would hit me when I turned my back. I had other more pressing matters to attend to. The reaper had gone rogue almost two months ago. Apparently he had gotten bored of doing the same things everyday. Honestly, for such a pitiful reason so many people died. It was despicable. Not that I have much room to speak of what's wrong with the world with what my goals are. Though I suppose it's nice to know that I haven't completely lost all of my morals.

I twisted and opened the door of the victims house. I knew there had to be something there that I could use so the Scotland yard didn't have to look into the supernatural for them to supposable solve this case. They never really solve anything, although in this instance I can't really blame them since they don't know the truth of the matter.

The scene of the house wasn't very interesting. There was a few broken pieces of furniture, and some glass on the ground, but nothing that could be very incriminating for any actual crimes. I could still hear the battle raging outside, but that was of no concern. Sebastian wouldn't fail me. No, the thing that was bothering me was the ragged breathing I could hear from somewhere in the house. A strange feeling filled my chest. It was like the calm before the storm. It just felt off. I didn't see nor smell any blood, and there shouldn't be anything alive here. The victim was already dead outside.

I walked into where the strange feeling was strongest, the bedroom. The breathing was also stronger here too. My eyes scanned the room, but I didn't see anyone, however, there was a closet. I threw open the door, and a small child with black hair was trembling, clutching a small bear to his chest. He wasn't of importance to me. Most likely, he was a younger sibling of the victim. Once the yard comes, they would take care of him. Walking away from the kid, I decided to see the end of the battle. It would at least make for some mild entertainment, or a pleasant distraction at the very least.

The scene I walked out to was something I never expected. Sebastian was on the ground, breathing haphazardly. The grim reaper stood over him, holding his death scythe over his chest, just over where his heart would be. My heart quickened and I felt adrenaline fill me. My hand instinctively went to the gun I always kept in my pocket, but a voice stopped me.

"Youn-young master, no," Sebastian took in a deep breath. "Ciel." My brain ceased to function. He had never called me by my name. It wasn't proper for our relationship. He started coughing, blood spewing out of his mouth. "I'm sorry." I felt my eyes sting. This wasn't happening. I willed myself to wake up from this nightmare. "Our, our contract is over." Sebastian's eyes looked broken, like he knew this was something that he would never recover from. I felt something wet trail down my cheek. The grim reaper brought his death scythe down and my hand finally worked and pulled out the gun. Run, Sebastian mouthed as I was about to fire.

Sebastian's cinematic record erupted from his chest, reminding of all the times we had together. Despite that, I didn't have time to reminisce. The grim reaper flashed toward me and I remembered Sebastian's last wish. He wanted me to run. I would have to collect his body later. My legs took off, running away from the battle. My breathing was ragged and now I was just straight out sobbing, but I kept running. Just like I ran back then. I couldn't do anything. I'm just useless. I couldn't do anything when the fire took away my family and I was tortured. I couldn't do anything when Sebastian actually needed me. I really was worthless. I never do anything when it's really needed. What the hell's wrong with me? He was dead. He was actually dead. My immortal butler that always took care of me even when I was being difficult is gone. I felt like my limbs were turning to lead. I was so utterly useless. Even though he's gone, I'm still thinking about myself. Why should I get to live while he's dead. He doesn't get to come back, but I do. Why did the world have to be so unfair. I felt myself collapse to my knees. I heard a dog bark and people rushed over to me, but I was too tired to care. I let my body do what it needed and passed out. There was nothing I could do anyways. I'm just useless.

I woke up in my bed. How strange. I know that I didn't fall asleep here. My head felt like someone had just pounded it with a hammer. I sat up, clutching my chest. I felt like I had just woken up from a nightmare. Where in the world was everyone. Usually it would be much louder by now, and I never got to sleep in. "Sebasti-" My throat stopped. Right, Sebastian was gone. Because of me. The memories came rushing back, and I felt my eyes start to well up with tears again. I refused to let them fall though. I was a Phantomhive. I couldn't afford to just cry whenever I felt bad.

I heard a knock on the door and it opened without my saying so. Mey-rin, Bard and Finnian stood at the doorway, with Tanaka standing close behind. I could sense their confusion and the fact that they most likely had a lot of questions. "Young, young master." Mey-rin chirped, finally gathering her courage to speak. "What happened? You collapsed in front of the manner, yes you did, and Sebastian wasn't there. Her voice changed when she said Sebastian I noticed. Although I suppose I couldn't fault her for her feelings towards him.

I forced the tears in my eyes away and held my chin high to them. I couldn't let them see how this was affecting me. I took in a deep breath. "Sebastian," I paused feeling the tears threatening to come back again. "Sebastian is dead." My voice sounded broken. I cursed myself for not being able to say it without feeling. Saying it out loud just made it seem so much more real. I hated that. Life would be so much easier without these feelings.

"Get me a horse." I ordered. "I need to have a talk with some people." I went over my plan in my mind. The one who killed Sebastian deserved to die. The Undertaker would know how to do it without the need for a death scythe hopefully, and then I would kill that person for all that they did. Tanaka went off, probably to fulfill my order, but the other three servants stayed.

"Oy master," Bard spoke, for once not smoking a cigarette. "How did he, how did Sebastian die?" I didn't want to think about that. It was way to early to delve back into that memory, but I knew I had to answer.

"He was killed, by the killer we went after yesterday." I stood up and pushed out of the room. Ignoring the servants cries for more details. I knew if I told them, I wouldn't be able to stop the feelings. I walked outside where Tanaka was waiting with a horse.

"Young master." I steeled myself waiting for the questions that were sure to come. "Don't push yourself." With that he walked off, leaving me in confusion. I guess he wasn't going to do anything or just figured I didn't want to talk. I jumped onto the horse and grabbed the reins, fully intent on getting my answers. It would take me some time, but the Undertaker would tell me. I'd make sure of it.

"Undertaker." I called out as I opened the door to his shop. "Where are you, I need some answers." I heard some strange giggling and the door of a coffin opened.

"Oh young Earl, how can I help you? You know my price for information so come on and give me a good one." The Undertaker had his hands clasped together underneath his large sleeves. I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a pain. Knowing the Undertaker, agreeing to do this would take a few hours. He would have to take my measurements and he was picky with what he matched with who.

"Instead of the normal price, will you give me information in exchange for me getting fitted for one of your coffins?" The Undertaker seemed to freeze for a bit before regaining his version of normalcy.

He cackled and threw his head back. "Oh yes, yes of course. This will be ever so delightful. Come over here." He ushered out his arms to me as if he was expecting a hug. "What information are you in need of this time. Another victim on your latest case? or maybe how to woo that cute fiancée of yours?" His smile widened as he grabbed my shoulders and whispered into my ear. "Or maybe, you want information on how to get your dear butler back?" I was so startled, I jumped away from him.

"How do you know that information!?" The Undertaker continued laughing, ignoring my question. He dragged me towards one of his many coffins.

"All in due time, young Earl. I'll tell you everything you need to know while you're getting fitted." and that was how I ended up in a coffin.