{ The RP-based part is over, now this is just me continuing the story. }


The butler narrowed his eyes at that before asking, "Are you implying that I don't mean anything to you?" He scoffed at the whole thing, shaking his head before arguing, "And I'm hardly a stray. I've been staying in your mansion for years."

Whirling around to face the demon once again, Ciel snapped, "You were a stray before me and now that our contract has ended, that is all you are." His blue eyes were harsh as he glared at Sebastian, hands balling into fists at his sides. Taking a deep breath, the child let some of his anger simmer out as he resorted back to being sarcastic, "It really is a shame that your unbeating heart got the best of you, Sebastian."

"I was hardly the only one to blame," the demon spat, his words like acid as he and the boy glared at one another.

Ciel shook his head, slowly growing fed-up with their game of wits. After a moment of frustrated silence, he growled out, "Why are you still here? The contract is over - it's been over!"

"Quite frankly, my lord," Sebastian explained slowly, taking a step forward and meeting the other's gaze, "I rather enjoy making your life a living Hell after what you did." He glanced around the alley for a moment before snickering, "Oh, and that suspect's long-gone by now. Congratulations, you traded the Queen's orders for an argument with me."

With that, Ciel threw his hands up in defeat, turning on his heel as he quickly walked down the alley in hopes of burning out his annoyance. "The Queen will have my head yet with you screwing everything up," he snapped without even turning to look back; he knew that Sebastian would follow him - despite the contract's end, the butler was still the boy's shadow.

Childishly, Sebastian grumbled, "You're the one that screwed everything up."

"You never had to say… to say… that!" The young Earl was referring to what had been said the day that their contract was broken; they'd promised to never say anything about it again, hence Ciel's reluctance to even paraphrase it. He started to rub his temples as he walked, sighing heavily, "Just drop it, Sebastian. I'm going home..."