Sebastian's POV

I pace around my room. Now that I've actually looked at my master I can see that he is pale, even for a demon. If I hadn't been such a wimp I would have noticed earlier. Is that what she meant meant by having to face my problems? But, she couldn't possibly know my feelings toward him, could she?

She has always read me like an open book. I never knew how but she always knows what I'm thinking, sometimes even before I realize it myself. She probably does know, I groan at the thought. She was probably purposely did all that yesterday to make me jealous, the bitch.

However my little master's illness is very real. Likely he looked worse before last night. The thought was saddening. He was suffering and did not say a word. I know why too. When I plunged my hand through his chest to check if he was really a demon like myself, he understandably lost some of his trust in me. I regret it, because to be honest I thought he would change after the change, that is why I acted so rashly even though if I killed him I would have killed myself as well. After all, he's been my cor custos since he was human. I wouldn't be able to survive it. I shiver, that is why every demon fears falling in love.

Ciel's POV

I wake up feeling better than I have since I became a demon 126 years ago. I stretch and get ready for the day, as I learned to do a little over half a century ago. I practically skip down the stairs I feel so light. I don't though because that would be embarrassing. I sit in the foyer and relax a little. I wonder what an iPod is and about all the different kinds of music. The fact that one called rock has so many sub categories fascinates me. Joan says it's her favorite. I'm excited. I haven't listened to music since I was human. I always had a love for music, but I could never find a violin in any of the rooms and I can't play piano.

A knock on the door catches my attention and I rush to the door, beating Sebastian there, and opening it. Joan stands there with a huge smile and a small contraption in her hand that I guess is the iPod.

"Hey Ciel!" She says as she gives me a hug, once again remaining me of Lizzie. She pulls away and hands me the iPod. "I have everything from metal to country to vocaloids on there. They are organized by genre then alphabetical by artist then song." She says and I start going through it. I can't decide where to start.

"Umm, what should we listen to first?"

"If you're unsure then let's put it on shuffle. It will randomly select songs." She shows me how to do this and ironically it chooses "dance with the devil" by Breaking Benjamin. I snort and she smiles at me. We are listening as we walk to the parlor and run into Sebastian.

"Good morning young master, Joan. What are you listening to?"

"Music on her iPod. It is quite remarkable. She has so much music on one small device." I look at it longingly. I want one for myself.

"Really? How much music?"

"About 1374 songs." She answers casually. My eyes widen. That much? A phonograph cylinder only had one song on it.

"That is impressive. I have some things to do, but afterwards, may I listen with you?" I blink rapidly, why is he acting so strange?

"Of course." I find myself saying. I then drag Joan into the parlor. She is smirking at me.

"What?" I demand.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. I personally find this song hilarious." She changes the subject. The song had changed a couple of times and I can't understand a word of this one. Apparently it's Japanese. I ask questions every time I don't understand something. Apparently vocaloids are Japanese, Kryptonite is the only weakness of Superman (an imaginary hero), and Joan likes a web series called "RWBY".

Sebastian comes in as we are listening to "a thousand years" by Christina Perri. I fought hard to keep down my blush. Could his timing be any more appropriate? Joan smiles knowingly at me and a chill runs down my back. Could she really know my feelings? Is she ok with a man loving her brother? I wonder if I should ask her when we are alone...

"Hey Ciel, can I show you something?" She asks.

"Of course."

"Ok, do you know where I can get something small and wooden?"

"Yeah, just give me a second." I get up and grab a little wooden ball off the bookshelf. It had been serving as a bookend, but it will be fine.

"Here you go." I hand her the ball.

"Thank y...ow!" She exclaims and blood runs down her arm. I'm shocked and horrified. I look down at my hand and see that my nails turned into claws.

"What the...?"

"That's wonderful Ciel! It's the first sign of your true form showing itself!" She explains as she licks up he blood and closes her wound.

"I'm quite glad young master. Your lack of development as a demon was quite worrisome." Sebastian pipes up. He was worried about me?

"This is so exciting! I wonder what you will look like. Obviously you have claws so you're not any kind of arachnid..." She tails off, thinking about all the possibilities.

"What do you two look like?" I ask and they both stiffen. They look at each other and grimance.

"Well, you see... we..."

"I've never seen her's, but mine is repulsive and disappointed everyone in my family."

"That's not true! Our siblings were just jealous because you are a beautiful and rare raven demon!" She yelled at him, surprising me. It seems that this has been an issue for a long time.

"Oh? And what about you. No one has ever seen your true form!" He retorts.

"That's my business brother, not yours." She growls in warning. They glare at each other for awhile before I decide to break the tension.

"Sorry I asked." I say and they both turned to me apologetically.

"I'm sorry Ciel, it's just my brother and I are not very popular..."

"That my dear sister, is an understatement. We are shunned by most of our fellows for our names and our true forms, or in her case, the fact no one has seen it. Rumors spread like wild fire that we inherited more angel blood than our brothers and thus must be one of there disgusting kind."

"Angel blood?"

"Yes, our great grand father Lucifer was an angel and the first king of Hell." Joan sighs.

"Sebastian, you said you get shunned for your names, but I gave you yours and her's isn't bad."

"Those aren't our real names Bocchan. Her real name is Azerel, named after the angel of death. My name is Abadan, named after the angel of destruction."

"Abadan..." I say, trying it out. I like the way it rolls off my tongue.

"Yes. Not exactly the kind of name you can walk around in the overworld with. Hence why I asked you to name me."

"I see... Would you prefer I call you Abadan from now on?" He seemed shocked at my question.

"You may call me which ever you wish Bocchan." I can feel a vain pulsating in my forhead.

"I'm asking which you would prefer." I repeat myself irritatably. He thinks it over for a second.

"I prefer Abadan."

"Anyway, anyone still want to see my trick?" Joan pipes up. I had almost forgotten she was here.

"Sure." Then Abadan and I watch as she tuns the trinket into various shapes. The cat she made was absolutely adorable, and we decided to leave it that way since she had to go. I tried to hand her her iPod, but she smiled at me and handed it back.

"It's for you. Mine is back home. Enjoy!" And with that she left. I can't believe she gave me an iPod! I'm very happy at the moment.

"That was nice of her." Abadan says behind me.

"Yeah. It was." I smile ever so slightly at him. "I had fun today. Maybe you and I can sit and listen to music again tomorrow?" I ask hopefully. Hoping he won't revert back to the cold, indifferent bastard I have lived with for the last century.

He smiles warmly at me and agrees. I pray, to whatever deity will listen, that things will stay like this.

Sebastian's POV

When I leave after agreeing to listen to music with Bocchan tomorrow, I head out to the garden where I left the bodies of my siblings that had attacked earlier. I have already drained them of blood a just need to dispose of them. I dig a shallow grave and throw them in. To think they attacked here already. I suppose it's understandable. They don't want me to be king and my power will help them win. How the thought they could win against me though, is a mystery to me.

I then start my daily gardening. Snow White, ebony black and sapphire blue roses all grow in abundance here, especially without the loveable idiot known as Finny here to destroy them. I chose these colors because they remind me of my master. He often comes out here and I want him to see them, even though he won't know the meaning behind them. In the middle of my musings I since a presence that is not friendly.

"Abadan." She says.

"Hello Tenestella. It's been what, four, five centuries now since I've seen you."

"Indeed. Although it seems you and my brother had a run in about a century ago."

"Indeed. I killed him. Are you here to extract your revenge, because this is the perfect time to do so, with the competition it will only further your place."

"All in due time. I don't rush things like that idiot. I'm going to find your weakness and exploit it for all it's worth before taking you out. Actually I wanted to see Azerel. Do you know where I can find her? I figured you might know where she lives."

"Not a clue. Though you will have a hell of a time beating her."

"Who said that was my intention? Well, since you don't know you're useless. Goodbye." And she vanished before I could say a word. I grit my teeth. Damn children of the first wife, always messing with me. Her brother steals my Bocchan, and now she is going to do something to my sister. Next time she is here I'll have to warn her. Sly, cuniving bastards.

Looks like the relative peace we have had is not going to stay long.