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Ron stretched, kissing Grell on the head and walked out into the kitchen. Sebastian was already sitting at his crowner. Any other person he would be mad that they weren't looking for their own place. But he understood Sebastian's situation. Actually he enjoyed talking to the dark haired man. He was rather knowledgeable. Hell he could kill people with silver wear. That was just fucking awesome. But at that moment he looked terribly distraught, it looked like… that maybe his soul its self was sick. Sebastian raised his head to his friend, his lips pulled back trying to get a smile out. But it wouldn't appear on his face.

"Sebastian?"

"He almost died Ron. He almost died by that bastard's hand. I want to kill him Ron. So much that my body aches. He hurt my lover and I will not stand for it. He dies tonight, weather I die with him or not."

The DJ sat down in front of the distraught man, his hand placed over the pale trembling ones.

"That would be foolish."

Those red eyes met the shining green ones. A snarl slipping from Sebastian's lips as he stood.

"And how would killing the man that hurt my lover foolish."

"Because you know damn straight that if you go at him head on you will be killed. Then Ciel will have to put your body into the cold earth. Do you really want your lover to have to bury you."

He whimpered and collapsed back down into the chair, his head in his hands.

"I can't Ron….I can't stand this. I'm tired of Ciel getting hurt. I've had enough of this."

Ron rubbed his hand up Sebastian's shoulder.

"We will figure it out. For Ciel Phantomhive."

Sebastian lifted his coffee cup, raising it in a mock toast.

"To Ciel Phantomhive."

The thick liquid rolled down the raven's throat like tar. It tasted good, the pain that the coffee caused.

What the two men didn't know was that Ciel had no intention on having Sebastian save his hide. It was not something that Ciel liked to admit often, was that he loved to be the one in control of his life. And if it meant nearly loosening his life he was going to do it. Sebastian and he were alike in so many ways. But their thirst for blood was an entirely different cocktail.

Sebastian he could be a sick son of a bitch, bit he was not evil. He had no evil bone in his body. Except that one not properly healed broken rib that , depending on how he moved irked him a little. He loved human nature, he loved to be with people. Alive and joyful.

Ciel on the other hand, he thought of himself as a sadistic, cruel, sick bastard. He wanted blood, he loved a certain amount of chaos. He rather enjoyed killing someone, not that he would do it on a daily bases granted. But if needed, he was not afraid to pull the trigger.

He loved the sound of a bullet being fired from a gun. The sound of metal against metal as the bullet leaves the barrel. That scrapping noise that happened as one removed the safety of the pistol. The smell of sulfur and the coppery tang of blood in his nose. He loved it, he savored it…. Hell he could probably get off on the smell of gun oil alone.

He yanked on his combat boots, loaded the shotgun that they had brought with them from Ciel's burnt house. It was the only thing that he had from the old life. It was rather important to him. He looked down at the gun, reading the name on the barrel. The raven's wing, Sebastian had named it last night. This gun was the gun that would kill T, he would do it. The jockey picked up a lined sheet of paper, and pause for a moment , pen in hand. What do you write when you might not be coming back. For once Ciel was at a loss of words. Every thought flew from his mind, nothing could be ever said that would excuse what he was about to do. His fingers tightened on the pen forcing his had to actually write something.

'To my love:

Sebastian, I'm sorry, but I have to do this. You can't be my knight. I won't allow it. He is mine to kill and I will kill him. If I am to die along with him, please…'

Ciel paused for a moment. What was there to give away, he had nothing. Except Kaito, but he had barely know the horse for more than a week. He looked away from the paper. Then brought the pen down again.

'Find someone that can replace me as your lover. I am really not that special that I can't be replaced. Please make yourself happy. I changed my will so that you get my money when I died in the future. It is roughly around 9.5 million dollars. Please take it and buy a house in Scotland like we talked about yesterday. That would make me happy if you would do that. Please Sebastian, I love you. But you mustn't follow me. Please I beg you don't follow me.

To Ron and Grell:

Thank you for everything you two have done for me. I finally understood for a while what true friends could actually be. You two have changed my life. Thank you. In my will I have also left behind nearly 2.5 million for you two. Thank you for all your help. Also you have another job that you can do for me. If I die, I need you to keep Sebastian from killing himself. Because I know damn strait that he would try. Thank you for everything my friends.

To Undertaker:

Thank you for everything my friend. Please Sell Kaito for me. And take care of my funeral with Sebastian's help. Thank you for everything.

To all:

Help Sebastian, he will break. Help him through everything. I have every instinct that I will die in this fight. This is my final requiem, my final goodbye. Thank you my friends. Sebastian, I love you. Also, burn my father's diary. Please. Alonzi, Arivadurchi, mi amours.

Love,

Ciel Phantomhive.

Ciel sat the pen down, folded the letter and placed it on Sebastian's pillow. He turned, grabbed the black book, that was once his father's. Ripped the address book from the book and threw it onto the ground. He turned and watched the sun come up, those golden rays splitting through the curtains. Ciel sneered. Perfect day for killing someone. His hands popped the window open, the wind blowing onto his face, his eyes narrowing at the sunlight. For a moment, pleasant memories tugged on his heart. He looked back, the letter resting on Sebastian's pillow. He felt his throat close for a moment, then shoved the sadness away. He had a job to do.

A week Later.

Sebastian felt like his heart was cold, nothing could ever make it warm again. That utter feeling of dread that had covered him when he saw the letter on the pillow. He had known what had happened. Damn stubborn fuck had went off and tried to play the fucking hero to avenge his parents. Sebastian wished he was still alive so he could kill him himself.

There was no viewing for his lover, hell even Sebastian had to say good bye to him with the casket closed. No matter what he said Undertaker wouldn't open the top.

Sebastian stood there, in the cold cemetery, watching the casket come into his view. He cried, he broke down his knees hitting the soft earth. His body shook, pain soaring like a bird through him. Grell sank down next to him, rubbing his gloved hands up his shoulders.

Undertaker had one end of the coffin, his lips pulled back into a wide smile. His foot faltered in the unbalanced ground, he went down pulled the coffin down with him. Sebastian shouted. He lunged, but only ended up flopping down onto his stomach.

The coffin hit the ground, the top flying off of it. Each pair of eyes widened. Sebastian screamed a loud frustrated scream that made everyone in the cemetery wince. The raven crawled over the over turned coffin throwing the lid open. Undertaker began to chuckle. Sebastian looked up at him and then down to the coffin. For, nothing at all was in the coffin. Sebastian stood, grabbed onto Undertaker's shirt yanking him off of his feet.

"Where the fuck is Ciel?"