A/N: Well here we go again. Not a whole lot to say about this chapter other than this is basically the point where I left off in the original, however with this rewrite being a lot more detailed I have some ideas where to go next. It will be longer between updates now while I try not to drop the word count too much.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Kuroshitsuji.

Chapter word count: 1640


"It hurts…" Abigail whimpered. It was a few days after their arrival, and her pains were especially bad today. "Helamis, get her out of that corset," the teen ordered. "Master, that is most improper!" Abigail's maid exclaimed in response. "I don't particularly care, and you know that. Now remove the damned thing or I will," he snapped as he left the room, knowing that the woman would do as she was told. If for no other reason than she knows I'm not messing about, he thought to himself. The little girl whined as Helamis removed her dress and began undoing the lacing on the corset. After her dress was back in place, without the offending garment, she went outside the door to fetch the girl's older brother. "You may come back in sir," she called to the youth. As he entered, she spoke again. "I don't see why this is necessary." "Mother showed me how to ease the muscles in her back and stomach when it is too bad. She isn't able to handle it herself all the time, quite yet, because she is so young." Adrian shook his head at his little sister. Poor thing. It shouldn't have happened until she was a few years older. He sighed, "Lie down Abbi. You know what comes next." Abbi lay down on her stomach and yelped as her brother dug his fingers into her back and began working on the muscles to loosen them. "That hurts!" She scolded him. "Be quiet or I'll have Helamis put the corset back on you. It's this or I leave you to handle it yourself." "I'll be good," the child said quickly. She knew she'd just spend the rest of the day in pain if she annoyed her brother too much.

After some time the little girl stopped whimpering as her back loosened up. "Turn over now Abigail," Adrian spoke softly, much to his sister's dismay. Seeing the look on her face he added, "We go over this every single time. I know it hurts, but in the end you're better off for it." Abigail pulled a face at him and turned over without a fight. As the boy began unknotting the muscles in her stomach, Helamis sat quietly on the bed watching them. "Ow!" Abbi yelped suddenly, and her brother sighed, "Always the same spot on your side that insists on being difficult…" He muttered.


"Sebastian, there is something strange going on with those three." Ciel stated, sitting at his desk. "What do you mean, Young Master?" "The siblings are far too close. It's almost as if something is going on. I order you to find out what it is that they are up to." "Yes, My Lord." As the butler walked off the boy inspected his black fingernails in boredom. He had no desire to go over financial reports or anything related to his late father's company at this moment in time. He had heard some odd sounds coming from the younger sister's room, and he hadn't liked the way it sounded at all. "I still have yet to find out why those two are here," the Lord said to no one in particular, "and I don't appreciate people keeping secrets from me in my own home." Outwardly Ciel appeared calm at the moment, but inside he was seething. He might have learned how to hide it, but the truth was the male's temper was as short as ever.

While Ciel was essentially sulking in his office at the siblings managing to keep a secret from him, Sebastian rolled his eyes at the younger male's antics. He seems to have forgotten that what he's thinking of has a certain scent about it, he thought to himself, we would certainly know if that is what is going on. However, Sebastian still had his orders from the boy. The dark man shook his head slightly, he needed to finish the preparations for today's luncheon and plan how he was going to go about his orders. The young master always knows how to make more work for me than is necessary.

As he passed by young Abigail's room Sebastian heard the girl's brother scolding her, "Abbi if you don't sit still it'll just hurt worse," the youth could be heard saying, "and be quiet would you?" "But it hurts!" The butler pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what the two were discussing, but it appeared Ciel was correct in thinking something was going on that wasn't supposed to be.


"Sir, should you be walking about without Abigail, at this point?" "Yes, it's quite alright now." Adrian spoke to his sister's maid in hushed tones, "Let's not discuss this now. I don't trust that butler." "I find it strange how similar you are to that man, are you sure you've never met him until we came here." "For the last time Helamis, yes!" The boy glared at the woman. Ever since Abbi mentioned it, the servant had been bringing up the subject. "I'm going to get some tea for Abigail," he said softly, "you stay here and sit with her."

As Adrian turned down the corridor that led to the kitchens he literally walked right into that man, "Oh," he blinked, "Sorry Michaelis." "Where, may I ask, is our guest going?" The butler asked. The youth managed to keep from shivering at the man's tone of voice. I have no idea who…. Or what… He is, but he seems dangerous. Eyeing him carefully, the noble responded, "The kitchen. My sister requires a cup of tea." "Lord C-""Adrian." The boy interrupted the butler, much to the man's surprise. "It's just Adrian. Not Lord anything." "Very well then; Adrian, would it not be best to allow me to bring your sister her tea as is proper." "I'm going to tell you what I always tell Helamis: I don't care what is proper. I do things my own way. Besides, would it not be best for the butler to do his work and not follow guests around like some sort of common dog begging for treats." Adrian spat. The boy hated dogs. He noticed that he seemed to have struck some sort of a nerve with the older man. Is it possible that he also hates that filthy animal? Hah. Laughable. Almost everyone loves dogs. Filthy mongrels who welcome the collars people place on them… Chuckling, he left the butler where he was and proceeded to the kitchen, only to be knocked backward as the door was blown off in an explosion. "Honestly! What is it with these Phantomhive servants?! To hell with it. I'll leave the kitchen to Sebastian after all." He quickly left the kitchen behind and returned to where the man was still standing, apparently he knew what was going to happen or something of the sort, judging by the look on his face.

"Oh stop smirking, Michaelis." Adrian snapped, "I was almost killed by that idiot cook. Again. Please bring the hot water to my sister's room I shall prepare the tea there where there is little risk of explosives going off." As he walked off, he heard Sebastian say something under his breath, or so he thought, "What was that?" "What?" The very slight look of shock told the boy that the butler was not expecting to be heard, "What was that that you said. You ought not mumble under your breath." The teen scolded him, eyes flashing green briefly. The tall man's own eyes widened at the sight of Adrian's. The boy noticed this and swore mentally. That butler doesn't miss a thing. "And it's rude to stare." That peculiar young lord added as an afterthought and he turned on his heel and almost ran back to his sister's room.

There's something wrong with that boy. Sebastian thought to himself as he went about his daily tasks of cleaning the mansion, after bringing the requested water the the girl's room. And he's too close to his sister, almost like a parent of some sort. As he was thinking he was nearly knocked over, and he reached out and caught the maid by the arm as she went barreling down the hall and tripped over herself. "Mey-rin, how many times have I told you to stop running in the manor?" He asked darkly, a vein at his temple 'popping' with irritation. He noticed the package that the woman was carrying and cut her off before she could start her gibberish apologizing. "What is that?" "I don't know, Mister Sebastian. A messenger said to get this to the Lord Cutting immediately. Said it was from the boy's mother, yes he did." "Thank you Mei-Rin, I will take that to the Lord now." The wine-haired maid looked at him in shock, "No Mister Sebastian sir, the messenger said for me to do it, sir." The raven pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was getting nowhere in his efforts to find out the secret behind the Cutting siblings, and the young Master was getting impatient with him. He noted the grey beginning to show in the woman's hair. Humans truly are short-lived creatures… Sebastian chuckled to himself. To think it's been that many years already. "Did the messenger give any indication what the package is?" "No sir. He said it was private sir." "Very well then, but do stop running. Whatever it is can wait a few extra moments." "But Mist-" He cut her off once more, "it does no good to deliver it if you break something because you were running again. Enough of this foolishness." "Y-y-yes sir!" The maid stuttered slightly at how he spoke. Blushing profusely Mei-Rin continued on carefully, for once, and went to deliver the package to Abigail's room, where the young Lord was last seen.


A/N: Slow going but I'm getting further. Really is my first story I've ever gotten this far in. Most don't last half a chapter before I get writer's block, but this storyline has been buzzing in my head off and on since 2012. May even bring in short random banter from characters once it gets more interesting. Simply cause they make comments in my brain while I'm writing... No I am not crazy, I'm a former art major turned cosmetologist... Ok I might be crazy xD