Sorry guys, I made a correction in the last chapter. The block for the experimental subjects was in block 10, not 11. So for future reference Ciel is in block 10. I already changed it but in case anyone who read it prior got confused, my bad!

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And to 'Cat attack 411' the number will be explained later on in the story. =D

Ciel was herded into the showers; the cold, hard blast of water struck him suddenly, causing his already shivering body to recoil. Soma, who was standing beside him, ignored the sudden shock and tilted his face up, as close to the nozzle as he could and began to drink.

After recovering from the surprise Ciel soon did the same. In the train, water had rarely been given to them and when it was, their portions had not been nearly enough to sustain them in the cramped box they had been confined to. Having so much now felt like a godsend...

After drinking more than his fill, Ciel quickly began to wash off the grime that had caked onto his legs and arms, focusing on the dirtiest parts of his body first as the other prisoners all gave a mutual sigh of relief that they had been taken to the actual showers. Ciel did not join in their moment of celebration. He had seen enough of the camp and heard enough stories to know that living here would be a whole lot more painful than dying…

"Where's momma?" Ciel's thoughts were interrupted as he turned to look at the speaker. A young boy with dark brown hair and matching eyes clung to his twin brother in the shower. Both were shaking, holding onto one another in fear as they huddled in the furthest corner of the room.

"You won't see her again." One of the men replied, a tall older male with deep red hair that flowed well past his ankles said matter-of-factly. Ciel looked at him in curiosity. He might have been another gypsy because he didn't seem like a Jew, or perhaps he was a political prisoner, that seemed to fit his superior and airy disposition. Not that positions mattered here anymore, Ciel had learned that as well... Soma stepped forward in anger.

"Could you be a little more sympathetic? They are just children" The man shrugged.

"It was just the truth, they're going to learn it one way or another." Soma shook his head and went to try and comfort the boys in what Ciel thought was a futile attempt. What was there to say? That things would be alright? It was all lies, nothing was alright at all, false hope was even worse than no hope in his Ciel's mind, but still…

As much as he couldn't blame the man with red hair for being so pessimistic, he also couldn't blame Soma for trying to have a positive outlook... His mother had always said that as long as you had a chance, a spider's thread of hope to survive, you clung to that hope with both hands. However Ciel wondered if she would have kept with that philosophy had she been able to live this long, through this much... He loved his mother and he respected her, but she didn't know, she could have never have guessed just how far into the very pits of Hell he was being pulled into.

The water suddenly stopped above them and a guard opened the door, motioning them with the barrel of his gun. "Come." Ciel translated for the others in Polish which seemed to be the general, understood language among them all and everyone quickly obeyed filing out of the showers where they were taken into another large, empty room. It resembled something much like the showers, one large, empty white room that had nothing but a drainage hole in the middle of the tiled floor and a shower head hanging from the ceiling. The difference here was the lines of chairs that awaited them and the three other SS guards that were dressed in white-like doctor's uniforms with a set of razors, scissors and a spray bottle in their belts.

The prisoner's heads were then shaved and their bodies were sprayed with a solution that caused Ciel's skin to burn before they were allowed to dress into their new garments. Ciel frowned at the clothing, scratching at the smelly outfits that were at least two sizes too big for him. The black and white horizontal lines were faded and worn from the material, the white almost yellow from stains of sweat… at least Ciel hoped it was only sweat as he was pushed along.

Now that his hair was cut off he was far more self conscious about the cut across his face. It wasn't that he cared about his appearance anymore, that sort of vanity had long ago vanished. No, it was the fact that he was still unsure of what they wanted from him and the fact that Mengele was happy that it was not a natural occurring thing only made Ciel's curiosity and worry increase.

They were taken outside, guided past one brick building after another until they stopped before one with a large sign that read "Block 10, Experimental subjects".

"Welcome home boys." The guard hissed sarcastically as the doors were thrown open and their group of 10 was herded inside.

Inside the building was nothing but one large hall where bunks nuzzled inside the walls in rows of twelve or more. Ciel blinked a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the darker room and jumped in surprise. Five to six bodies laid in one bunk, pressed so tightly together he couldn't make out where one limb started and another ended. A few tired heads turned to look at the new arrivals before collapsing back down onto the wooden platform.

"Claim a bunk!" The guard snapped before slamming the door shut.

"I want mama!" one of the twins cried and Ciel felt the smaller body press against himself, clinging to his waist in fear. Years ago, he would have pushed the boy away but somewhere through his journey through the ghetto's he had found a more caring side towards anyone that was not German. Now the presence and affection of the younger male did not bother him nearly as much as it would have and he allowed the boy to huddle into his side, not returning the touch but not recoiling from it either.

"You won't find your mother here. They separate us from the women." A voice from the bunks replied and Ciel's eyes searched over the malnourished bodies until he found the speaker.

"I'm Finnian." A blond boy replied. He looked as old as Ciel if not a bit older with large, brown eyes. "You can call me Finny though."

"Where are we?" Ciel asked, holding the twin in an awkward, one armed hug.

"Experimentation block. It's where Doctor Mengele sends his favorite subjects." Finny replied with a smile as he crawled out from the bottom bunk to stand and meet them.

"Experiments for what?" Soma asked, causing the blond boy to shrug.

"Depends what he's working on." Finny turned and pointed to the back of his neck where the skin above his collar had turned into a rotting ball of flesh. "He tried injecting me with a cancer cell but I didn't contract the disease so now he wants to know what I have in my body that protects me from it."

Ciel sneered in disgust. "I thought we were brought here to work." Finny shook his head.

"We're not lucky enough to work." The twin that was clinging to Ciel began crying again until Ciel tapped the boy's head impatiently and gave him an annoyed look that pacified the younger male. He may not have minded him touching him but he did not do well with complaining either, no matter how justified it may be.

"So what do we do now?" Soma asked from behind them.

"Pick a bunk and wait until they come for you." Finny replied, motioning to the lines in the walls. "You'll find out soon enough why the doctor spared you from the gas chambers.."

"You're awfully cheerful." The red haired male replied. "I find it a bit annoying." Finny laughed.

"You either learn to smile or cry here. One way or another, you won't last long so act however you want while you still can. If I'm going to die, I want to die smiling, I've already decided that."

"Hmph..."

"That's an interesting way to look at it. There really is no use in complaining, we have to make the most out of things right? I'm Soma." Soma replied, interrupting whatever the red haired man was about to say and reaching out to shake Finny's hand.

"Grell." The red headed man replied.

"I'm Gian and this is my brother Schmuel but he likes Sammy." Gian, the calmer of the twins replied tiredly. It was then that Ciel noticed how incredible fragile looking the boys were. The thin, angular shape of their faces and the pure, white skin made them look more like two real life male dolls then anything...

"And you're name? We'll all be living here, might as well learn who everyone is right?"

"Ciel." Ciel added with a nod as he looked across the room. "Where are the empty bunks?"

"Empty bunks?" Finny asked in confusion before he broke into another fit of laughing. "You won't find an empty bunk. Say goodbye to personal space here." Finnian then turned around and returned to his own box where three other boys were napping. "Squeeze in wherever you can."

The other men in the room seemed uninterested in the new arrivals as the group slowly began to scatter and climb into the makeshift beds. Ciel found one at the end of the hall, right in front of the back door, where there was only one other person laying down. The body only scooted over as far as he could without looking up and continued in his nap.

"Can I sleep with you?" Sammy asked suddenly as he stared up into Ciel's face, never detaching himself as they moved forward. Gian was watching them quietly, standing a bit of a ways back as if he was trying to account for the manners that his brother was lacking. Ciel nodded to Gian, telling him it was alright with that single movement and sat down on the bunk. . "Get in here, the both of you…"

Sammy beamed happily as he squeezed next to his new friend and Gian also smiled as he hurried to join in his brother.

"I wouldn't pick that bunk." Finny called down the line. "The sleeping one is sick, you might get sick too." Ciel looked down at the napping boy, then at Sammy who was watching him patiently for further instructions. Gian had already wrapped his arms around his twin and was settling into his spot, looking far too tired to care if anyone was sick.

"We'll be getting checked by the doctor anyways." Ciel replied flatly, ignoring Finny and laying down between the boy and the twins. "If we're going to get sick there's no helping it, we're all sharing a room so anything contagious would have gotten to us no matter what."

He wasn't sure why he was trying to explain to the twins, they had long stopped listening to him. Gian clung to Sammy and Sammy was clinging to Ciel, yawning in exhaustion as well. Ciel sighed inaudibly and rested against the hardwood. The bunks hurt, he tried to ignore the uncomfortable pain in his back as he closed his eyes, and shifted as much as he could against the two other bodies around him. Sammy huddled under his arm and the three of them slowly began to drift into a fitful night sleep with Finny's words following them into their dreams. "…It's where Doctor Mengele sends his favorite subjects… You'll find out soon enough why the doctor spared you from the gas chambers…"

Sebastian returned to his room that he shared with another SS guard named Armin. His roommate was nowhere in sight however so he slipped off his jacket and collapsed onto the chair at his desk. He sighed in exhaustion, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He had not slept in three days and it was starting to weigh on him.

Nightmares had plagued him for months now, always the same ones. His parents, being killed by German troops, his sister being sold to various men in the camps... His father's last words had haunted him in both his dreams and reality: "You do what you have to do to survive. You live as long as you can, no one can blame you for that. No one can blame you for protecting your family..."

Oh but they could... and they did. "If only you knew." Sebastian muttered under his breath but he didn't want his father to know. He didn't want anyone to know what he had done, what he was responsible for...

"Knew what?" Armin asked. Sebastian jumped, not having seen his friend enter the room nor having noticed him standing right next to the back of his chair.

"What to say to that girl we met last week." Sebastian replied jokingly, faking a smile as he turned to his roommate. "What would you say to her?"

It's how it always was. Show them what they wanted, what was expected... anything deeper than that was not accepted. Armin laughed and sat on Sebastian's bed, kicking off his boots and carelessly tossing them to the corner of the dorm sized room. "You've always been lucky with the ladies, what do you have to worry about?"

Sebastian shrugged carelessly. "Luck can only last so long right? Did you finish your shift?"

"Yes. I've been meaning to talk to you though…It seems like I won't be here much longer, I requested a transfer into actual combat..." Sebastian blinked in confusion, the words not sinking in.

"What?"

"I want to go fight, not just sit here babysitting some Jews. They have enough people here. They don't need me."

"I see..."It was a sad, lower blow. Sebastian had actually liked Armin despite his more violent ways towards the prisoners. As roommates they had bonded to a more brotherly relationship. It had taken a lot of bribing with the housing agent to get them both in a single room. Many guards had to share with three or more but Sebastian had been convincing enough and with this ties to the higher powers, no one had given him much hassle about it.

"Don't sound so sad, why don't you transfer as well?" Armin asked lightly, hopefully, and Sebastian could see the regret on his face... I can't go, I can't die just yet, and in battle I would let them kill me... Sebastian thought sadly to himself. It wasn't something he say could, what would happen if he expressed how suicidal he really was? So he shrugged and leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Eh, I don't mind babysitting. All I have to do is walk around with a gun. No one shooting at me, no commands other than 'watch the prisoners'... It's easy here." Oh but it wasn't... It was Hell and he hated it. If he did die in battle what would happen to his family? He would like to think that they would leave them alone; he would like to think that his parents would be congratulated for having a son who fought for his country but that wasn't reality.

He had seen too many families brought into the camps. They had no use for people who couldn't help in the war efforts and his father couldn't... They would be considered dead weight... nucciences...

Armin shrugged and laid down on the bed. "I guess you're right. I need some excitement though. Gatta kill me some Russian and French pussies!" Sebastian didn't reply as his roommate closed his eyes and sighed in relaxation. French...

His thoughts drifted back to the train earlier today and the boy with the cerulean eyes. "Cassie-toi!" The words joined in with his feather's and rang in his head as he closed his eyes with the guilt building into what would be yet another sleepless night…

I'm sorry I've been so busy that I just haven't had the time to write. Thankfully summer vacation is almost here so I will try to keep updated as fast as I can. I hope I did okay. Thank you all for reading and please don't forget to R&R! Your reviews motivate to keep going with this story, I hope I can live up to any expectations you all have. I can't wait to get Sebby and Ciel to have more alone time together and I get to work on that growing relationship… THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYONE,, YOU ALL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!