Author's notes :Here is another chapter for you, SebbyXCiel4eternity and Way2Dawn as promised. Thank you DeathDragon130 and The-Obsidian for checking Mirror : Chapter 2. For those that reviewed, followed and favorite Mirror, I love you!

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The bells clinked as the owner of the shop opened the door to let his customers out. Making clothes was his specialty. Sadly, it did not bring good money. The tailor shop was not famous and its location did not help at all. Today, a noble had visited his humble shop. Not only did the noble bought all his clothes but also gave the tailor more than enough for him to feed his family of 7 for three years with the finest food ─ if he wished.

"My lord, pardon me for asking this question again but are you sure you don't want me to hire somebody to deliver all this clothes? This is the slightest I could perform in order to show my gratitude. After all, my lord did bought all the goods." Sensing that people were gathering around his shop, the tailor said, "My family can now feast on the most expensive food available." This was his moment to hint on the amount of money the noble had paid him. He was a businessman. How could he let go of the opportunity of getting customers?

"My master appreciates your service, fine sir. We have already caused you by requesting for everything to be ready by tomorrow noon. My master would rather have someone else perform that job," said the noble's butler.

"But…"

"My master does not deal well when people do not accept his appreciation," the butler's crimson eyes darken a bit.

The tailor remembered something his mother told him about not offending those with noble blood. Realising his mistakes, he quickly replied, "Thank you so much for clearing up my shop. My, my, my, where are my manners? You are already leaving and I have not even introduced myself, how silly of me. My name is John Tailor and yours?"

"Sebastian Michaelis and my master, Earl Ciel Phantomhive," the butler gestured with one hand towards his master. "The person assigned to pick up the clothes will arrive tomorrow noon as told. I wish you a wonderful day, Mister Tailor."

Before John could reply, the butler was already helping his master into the carriage. So, he just waved goodbye before entering his shop. He smiled to himself at the sight of the town's people surrounding the young nobleman, all waiting to get a look.

But John could not help himself from remembering the crimson eyes of the butler and how unnerving they were. He had been hiding his fears since that butler came into his shop. There was something about them that screamed inhuman. If the butler made him uncomfortable, then the moment the noble stepped into his shop made every single thing froze as his blue eyes swept across the shop.

But today was his lucky day and he decided to shake those eyes of his mind. Looking at the number of customers already waiting for him to attend to, maybe he should consider increasing the price of his services. How could he let go of an opportunity to gain profit? A businessman like him would never turn that opportunity down.

"Where do you wish to go now, master?" Sebastian asked after helping Ciel into the black carriage with a hint of gold decorating the edges of doors.

"Home."

"Yes, master."

Once Sebastian swung himself into position, they headed straight for Phantomhive manor.

.~*~.

"Did you hear that noise?" Ciel asked.

Dark crimson eyes scanned the woods for danger. There was indeed something moving downwards towards their direction and it was moving fast — for a human. The carriage was travelling on a path surrounded by mountains covered with trees — providing plenty of hiding places for ambush. Now, why would Sebastian care for such trivial matters when he is one hell of a butler. Though it would not hurt to take some precautions.

Something came — or rather rolled out — from the trees. Quickly reacting, Sebastian pulled at the reigns of the horses, ordering them to stop. The horses squealed from the abrupt order. the carriage skidded sideways and was on the verge of toppling over. Wrapping the reins around his wrist, Sebastian pulled at them until the carriage was stable again.

Turning around he asked, "Are you injured, master?"

"What do you think? And did you get my order to stop?" Ciel voice was calm but the butler could sense annoyance seething from his master.

"My sincere apologies but if I did not stop the carriage, the poor girl in front would get crushed by the hooves of the horses."

Ciel raised a delicate eyebrow, Sebastian was able to identify that before he did. He sure had a lot to learn about his new skills – since he was going to live for eternity. "Go check on that girl, I can smell her blood from here," Ciel crossed his arms while his nose twitched in disgust.

Sebastian untangled his wrist from the leather reins. He was about to get down but was stopped by Ciel's cold voice.

"And Sebastian, you now have my permission to help that girl."

"Thank you, my lord."

The girl lying unconscious on the ground wore a blood stained white tunic. The lower part torn to her knees. Blood was smeared all over her body. Deep cuts were visible on her unprotected legs and hands. Sebastian noticed that the style of her clothing did not belong to this country; In fact, it did not even belong to this era. According to his memories, the clothing is called Hanfu originating from China. Worn since the Tang dynasty, the styles of the HanFu varied from dynasty to dynasty. Judging from the style, hers was probably from the Han dynasty.

Cautiously, Sebastian walked towards the unconscious girl. Not that the smell of blood bothered him but his senses went on high alert at a certain scent lingering around the girl. He never imagined he would smell that scent again after so many centuries. Maybe it had been a few millenniums since he last had a whiff of that scent. Yet, he was currently savouring the scent flooding his nostrils.

The girl's back was facing him, blocking part of her face. Most of her black raven hair had escaped from the hairpins keeping them in place, further obscuring her face from Sebastian. Kneeling next to her, he gingerly tucked her hair behind her ear revealing something shocking – even for Sebastian's standards.

"What is taking you so long, Sebastian? Does her face resemble...a cat?" Ciel was already standing next to his butler. The butler was ignoring him and he had had enough.

Looking down at the girl, his midnight blue eyes widen with shock at her appearance. A bruise graced her left cheek and blood trickling into the soil to be joined with Mother Nature. Sadly, the trails of blood were not enough to hide her face. It indisputably did not look like a cat's. Instead, it was an exact replica of his own.


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