Hi! Nothing really to say, cept that I'm still looking for a beta and I still adore reviews.
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_Genus Mali_
After William's eerie speech, it took some time before they could get everyone situated on the floor facing the wall.
Will stayed in his spot against wall and Finny and Bard hesitantly sat beside him as Meyrin retook her spot in the right hand corner and she was soon followed by Snake and co. It took some arguing to convince Grell that hug would most certainly not save Sebastian anytime soon, but the red reaper begrudgingly sat on the opposite side of William, against the left wall. Ciel, now very squished and pressed for space, somehow ended up against the back wall in the very middle, sitting on his sleeping butler's lap so that neither of them would be squished.
They quietly watched the screen, not willing to sleek after finding out about the true nature of Sebastian's current situation.
_Genus Mali_
It took the two brothers about a half hour to finally reach the house.
Johnny was the first one there, but Matt was close on his tail. As soon as the younger's feet touched the porch, Matt scoped him into his arms and quickly cared him off to his room.
Johnny's room was in the servant's quarters on the far east side of the ranch. It was better than most of the servant's rooms, as he was the owner's son, but it was far from what one of his status deserved. The small room was a converted stable that was attached to the main house. All the animals were taken out of it as was the straw, and it was thoroughly cleaned of all filth and muck. Regardless of this, it still smelled like horses and worse. Johnny's furniture consisted of a small worn-out pine dresser, a shallow wooden bowl with which he washed his face every morning, and a makeshift bed made out of half crate that was filled with straw and covered with a rough cotton blanket. The walls were whitewashed and the floor was all dirt. The only form of color in the room came from a colorful quilt made of scraps of cloth patched together crudely.
The older brother sat Johnny down on the dresser and pulled out one of his nightshirts, then got it on him. When he was done, Matt gently laid his brother on the sad little bed and sat on the crate edge.
"Matt?" said Johnny, sleepily.
Matt smiled, "Yeah, little brother?"
"Are you gonna go see the creepy man again tonight?" Asked the younger, innocent eyes barring up.
The Walker heir was visibly taken back, "What?"
Johnny just sat up and looked at him, "Every night I can hear you run from the porch around midnight and then I watch you go into the forest by the big fern tree by the barn. Sometimes I see the creepy man by the tree waiting for you. He's really scary..."
Matt let that set in a bit as he just watched his brother in horror, "John, you need to listen to me," he said in a firm, steady voice as he cupped a hand under Johnny's chin and made him look him in the eye, "I need you to forget about the man you saw, okay? I-It's not something you should get involved in. You'll know soon enough, all right? Will you promise that?"
Johnny nodded, suddenly very tired. Matt smiled ruefully and eased Johnny back down into the blanket. He wrapped the patchwork quilt around the small, sleeping body of his beloved brother.
Matt waited a few minutes, watching the rise and fall of the blanket, before he left the room, and headed straight for the fern tree at a running dash.
_Genus Mali_
Matthew Walker crashed through the trees at a break neck pace, "Henley*! Henley!" he called at the top of his lungs, "Get out here we need to talk, NOW!"
"Calm down, I can here you just fine," a male voice sounded from amongst the trees.
The loud flapping of wings was heard and suddenly, the raven was on Matt's shoulder, "Hello, Matthew," it said, tipping its head towards it master, "How may I be of assistance tonight."
"You can't," the heir replied, "We have a problem, and I'd rather not discuss it with a bird."
The raven sighed at leaped from Matt's shoulder. As it flew, the bird grew rapidly; legs gaining mass, wings shedding feathers; and soon, were the raven landed, stood a tall, slim, raven-haired man in a black suit, "Does this form suit you more, master?"
Matt rolled his eyes, "Yes, that's fine, Henley, truly splendid, but back to the problem at hand-"
"Your younger brother is aware of my presence," smirked Henley.
"You knew?!" Matt took a step back, "And you didn't tell me?"
"Master, your brother is a rather bright boy, much more so then most of your kind tend to be, I might say," Henley explained, "He is excepts all living beings as his equal, accepts his station in life, and never demands anything that he does not have. Frankly, I find it difficult to believe that your father put you in charge of the future of your families business and not him," he put a hand up to silence his growling master, "Regardless of all of these facts, did you honestly think that no one would be curious as to where you disappear to every night? You rarely go to your own home between work and our planning."
Matt sighed, "I guess your right. This means we must begin our plan early." He began walking out of the forest when he stopped,"Come, Henley," the heir turned, golden hair falling away from his neck, revealing a black seal of a pentagram in the nap of his neck, "We have work to do."
Henley dropped to one knee, removed his glove to reveal a matching seal on his hand, and smirked, "Of corse, master. I follow my masters every command without complaint. If I couldn't even do this for my master, well then what kind of butler would I be?"
_Genus Mali_
When the mysterious Henley appeared, and the seal was revealed on Matt, every one looked to Ciel.
Said earl lifted a hand to his marked eye that bore the same mark. It made no sense, he thought, every demon has a different seal, so how can Henley and Sebastian have the same seal, let alone all the known demon likenesses of the Phantomhive butler. It made no sense what so ever. Even William looked shocked.
But the unspoken question hung in the air, Why would Matt do it?
He had everything he could possibly want; money, fame, power, titles, glory, and a brother who loved him to the moon and back. What amount of greed could make a man give up all this for one little wish? Suddenly, Ciel wasn't too grateful to his brother's childhood protector anymore.
_Genus Mali_
*Henley means high meadow