"Well I suppose I shall just simply address you as 'Butler' as you seem to have lost the ability to talk" the young boy stood then, tilting his head in wonderment. "Are you going to pick that up or must I fetch a more capable servant?"

Ciel had forgotten him and the demon lost focus of everything around him as his mind whirled. No, his master had remembered him. When he had caught the falling child there was no mistake that Ciel Phantomhive had been possessing the youth. Yet now, he was unsure what to expect, but he wouldn't allow the child to live in ignorance anymore. If Ciel was buried beneath this fabricated image, then Sebastian would simply have to awaken him and pull him out of the darkness.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, you imbecile! Wait until my mother hears word of how utterly useless you-"

The butler suddenly bowed, surprising the boy into silence "My name is Sebastian Michaelis. I apologize for my uncertainty as I was taken aback due to the fact you do not remember me. I can assure you, my lord, that I am simply one hell of a butler and I shall not bring shame to your name." Sebastian straightened with the shards of glass collected neatly in his palm and smiled at the boy with his entrancing crimson eyes. "In due time you will remember me young master, but as we have more pressing matters it will have to wait until later." The butler withdrew his pocket watch from his pocket and after a quick glance at it he returned his eyes to the boy "it is time for your party. Take this medication and then we shall head down." He turned his back to the boy and poured water into a glass once more. Once finished, he brought the tray over to the boy who was wearing a most confused expression.

"You only had one cup. Where did you..." the boy's words trailed off as he met his butler's gaze and felt a sudden chill within the room.

"Where indeed" Sebastian smiled as he realized restoring the boy's suppressed memories would prove to be amusing. The demon would enjoy tormenting this child Ciel had created as a barrier from the world, regardless of his need for the repressed Phantomhive. "Now if you will" he leaned down and offered the tray to the child. The youth stared at the tray in deep confusion and he brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in pain. He swiped the medication and took it quickly with the glass of water. Once finished he threw the glass at the floor, but Sebastian quickly moved and caught the cup upon the tray in his hand.

Ciel gawked at his butler, trying to understand what he had just witnessed "How the devil?!"

"How indeed. Shall we save the games for later my lord? Your mother will be quite upset if we keep her waiting." Sebastian straightened once more and gave his master one of his signature smiles. The butler then returns the tray to the trolley he had left by the door and takes position behind it. At his master's silence he turns to further fluster the child, but when he witnessed Ciel's expression he lost all amusement.

The boy stood a few steps from the bed as it had appeared he had been following the butler, but now he currently stood frozen in place with his eyes wide. He looked lost and pain swam within the mismatcehd orbs "Sebas...tian? How...?"

"Ciel, is it truly you?" Sebastian took a step towards the boy who appeared so delicate and vulnerable.

Tears slid down the boy's cheeks as he brought his hands to his eyes shakily. He then noticed a mirror by the bedside and shifted his eyes to that instead "no... this isn't... no. No. NOOOOOO!" The boy began screaming in a mixture of terror and rage upon witnessing his image. A brush upon the nightstand was quickly snatched by the child and he angrily threw it at the mirror. "LIES! LIIIIIEEEESS!"

Sebastian's body screamed to move in order to help the child, but he found himself stalling due his prior experience with Undertaker's subjects. The demon watched as Ciel screamed at his shattered image in the mirror and sobbed harshly, tears now streaming down his face. Sebastian needed to act before his young master lost his sanity and was carried off with like the other failed experiments. His limbs finally let up and he darted to the boy. Ciel was spun around as Sebastian took the boy's hand and brought it up to make the child stand straight.

"Calm yourself, young master. Your faithful butler is at your side..." he then brought his other arm around to bring the boy close to him in an almost hugging fashion. Once the boy was restrained against him, Sebastian released the child's quivering wrist and brought his slender fingers to the boys hair to pet him gently. Sebastian closes his eyes and grimaces as he decides in order to stabilize the child he would have to reinstate the child's safe state. "I understand you detest your outfit, but that is no excuse for such display of lunacy." The boy's head jerks up and meet's his butler's gentle eyes "I shall help you change. Come, let us pick you a more suitable outfit for this evening."

The boy continues to stare at him with unblinking eyes, but soon his lids finally closed and Ciel relaxed into the butler's arms. After a few moments the boy shoved the butler away and wiped his face quickly in embarrassment causing the demon to chuckle at the adorable sight.

"It is rude to laugh at a child in tears, Butler." Ciel looked up and glared at the man who in reaction struggled to stifle his laughter. It was simply too hard not to laugh with such a ridiculous expression upon the child's face. He could tell the boy wanted to be stern and mature, but was not pulling it off due to his quivering lip and moisture at his eyes.

"My apologies, my lord. Now come choose an outfit, the man of the hour should be able to choose his own garb for his party."

Ciel smirked then "my mother will not appreciate you goading me on this matter."

"Do not worry, I shall face her wraith proudly for my lord." Sebastian glided over to his armoire and pulled the large doors open. The butler cringed as he was reminded exactly who the child's mother was upon witnessing Ciel's collection of clothes.

"Dreadful aren't they?" Ciel walked over to stand beside him and crossed his arms with a sigh. "However, anything is better than this..." Ciel pulled at the childish outfit he wore and moved to begin digging through the clothes apathetically.

The butler took a step back and tapped his chin considering the boy. He appeared to be the same height and by holding him earlier the demon was confident the child was an exact replica of Ciel Phantomhive. He pondered if that was also constructed from the ex reaper or pure coincidence.

"I am pleased that I took precautions and prepared an outfit for you prior to this evening. Consider it a second gift if you will, if you'll excuse me." Sebastian exited the room after witnessing a curious expression upon the boys face which made him smile. Once outside of the room the demon blurred as he vanished.

Left in his room to his own devices the boy sighed and shook his head. "What a freak" Ciel looked around his room in order to find something to busy himself with, but ended up walking over to the shattered glass with slight annoyance.

"He could have at least tidied this up..." Ciel kneeled down before the mess and considered the debris of scattered shards. Well, he wasn't the one who threw the tantrum... Tantrum? He, Ciel Midford, threw a tantrum. The hell?!

The boy cursed and began to pick up pieces gingerly as to not cut himself. Holding a handful of the glass, he decided he should bring the rubbish bin closer as to hasten the process. He quickly rushed over to the bin and was about to toss the shards into the can, but stopped when he saw the image of the boy in the painting looking back at him within the several jagged pieces.

Wonderful, I shall have to fight ONCE more for possession of myself yet again. I'm so... very tired of... this... Ciel froze as he heard the faint whisper of a voice richly saturated with elegance and spite. The boy threw the shards into the bin with every amount of force he could muster and cursed at the rubbish.

"SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!" Ciel yelled, throwing his head back and forth in slight terror.

The door opened then as Sebastian reentered the room wearing an expression of curiosity and holding a rather large package. "I knocked as a courtesy, but if you wish me to simple intrude for now on I can..." The butler's expression turned to worry as he noticed blood upon the child's hand. He dropped the package and strode over to the boy to take the afflicted limb. "What happened..."

The boy's mismatched eyes looked unsure of what to say and he yanked his limb away in annoyance. "I cut myself on the damned glass when I tried to tidy up."

Sebastian's eyes gazed over at the shards of glass still remaining upon the floor and his features quickly turned to shame. "In the future please do not trouble yourself with such matters. I apologize for not cleaning it up straight away, but first..." Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out a strand of lace which he quickly bound around the wound. "This shall hold for now, but we shall properly clean it after I take care of the mess." The butler nodded and headed over to the mirror to busy himself with cleaning up the glass. During so, he called out "The box is for you and you will find a more appropriate garb inside for this evening."

Ciel felt slightly ashamed at treating the man so harshly, but he reminded himself that this man was an enemy, not an ally. He humphed and walked over to the box attempting to stifle his unwanted excitement over the present. His hand easily found the simplest way to open the package and had the contents exposed within seconds. He leaned into the box and pulled the darker garment upon his lap so he could truly appreciate what laid before him. It was an outfit tailored for a boy, but the outfit suggested dignity and elegance. It was fashioned with darker shades of black and blue and clashed with the darker lace that trimmed the edges.

The butler had finished his chore and looked over at the boy who wore a smile upon his face. It disturbed the demon, as he could never imagine his master adorning such a gentle expression. Then again... the boy sitting there ogling his new outfit was not his young master... yet.

"Is it to your liking my lord?" Sebastian inquired, standing slightly behind the boy.

"Yes, my thanks Butler. Quickly, I wish to witness my mother's horrified expression upon seeing me in this." Ciel stood and ran off to his bed with the outfit.

I feel as if I am babysitting... Sebastian approached the boy with a smile he hoped appeared genuine. Please, my lord. Wake up soon.


Undertaker sat upon his bed with a gentle thump and sighed softly. Today had been a splendid day as he had lots of company and saw so many different faces today. With the King of the Underworld deceased, the town as of late had been thriving with nefarious riffraff. The mortician giggled then and sprawled out upon his cot, deceased, nay I should say indisposed instead, hee hee. He felt his eyes grow heavy as he lay there for several moments lost in thought and sat up to reach for his candle. Drawing his lips near, he gently took a breath to blow and then the door swung open with such force that it itself blew the flame out. Red eyes glowed within the now darkened room and Undertaker chuckled in amusement.

"Might you need assistance in taking him to his new home?"

"Hush, reaper." The clack of daggers on stone suggested the demon was now approaching "perhaps you have useful information pertaining to how I might stabilize my young master."

Undertaker sighs in a way that suggested the man still held a smile upon his face "he lives, isn't that good enough?"

"I did not assist you for the past sixteen years for a hollow replica of my master-"

"Previous master, demon. You are of no contract as of now." The room grew silent as the two glared upon each other in the dim moonlight. Undertaker could only see the eyes of the demon, but could feel his presence throughout the room. It was quite unnerving how demons could split themselves in such ways in order to surround their prey.

The demon broke the silence as he lifted a hand and the candle lit itself once more. "Enough with the past, we have much to discuss about the present that we cannot be interrupted by such formalities." As the room began to increase with visibility, the shadows that licked off the demon began to recede until the butler stood once more before the Undertaker.

Oh, did I strike a nerve? Undertaker stood then nodding "I suppose we shall do this now as demon's hold no empathy for us lesser creatures and our need to sleep. Besides, I have a certain dilemma that you shall assist me with." The mortician walked over to a rack and retrieved his cloak to wrap around himself before walking out of the room with the demon at his heels.

"Another favor? You jest." Sebastian all but growled at the back of the Undertaker's head.

The man laughed then as the two reached the small seating area he had been forced to obtain due to present company.

"Well, I suppose I can simply vanish if you wish to not aide me in this endeavor as that would be the easiest route with dealing with them. I have done so in the past and am not afraid to do so again." Undertaker fell into one of his seats and propped his legs up to overhang the armrest. His eyes all but twinkled as he witnessed the demon narrow his eyes in question, expecting for him to continue. He chuckled, enjoying that this conversation was going in his favor as he had suspected and now it was time to enroll the demon into his little predicament.

"Soon they will come and detain me as I have been honored the title of a 'Necromancer'"


To be continued.

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