I walked up the stairs toward the young master's office. I slowly opened the door and saw that his coat was gone. He left? I went to my study and saw that the letter that I had wadded up was gone.

"No!" I exclaimed under my breath.

I shook my head, sprinted down the stairs, and flew out the door. I ran out back and saw that the carriage was gone also. First Grell, now Ciel? What was going on? I was all alone! I ran back around to the front and through the gates. The road was clear, so I ran it into town. I had to find Grell. He could help me. I sprinted through the town. Undertaker's, the rose gardens throughout the streets, the church, everywhere! Finally, I hoped I'd find him in the bar. I entered quickly. Grell wasn't there. I sighed and sat on one of the stools at the counter.

"I give up," I said to myself.

"Don't give up yet, Michaelis," someone stated behind me after I spun around.

I turned back to find William. "What in hell are you doing here?" I demanded. "I thought I said never come near us ever again."

"You said not to come near Grell or the Phantomhive estate," William smiled.

I growled. "Why shouldn't I give up?"

"Because I know where Sutcliffe is," William replied deviously as if to blackmail me.

"Where?" I asked as I was standing up in excitement.

"Lady Elizabeth's old mansion," William sighed. "Go find him, Michaelis. Then, you can find the earl Phantomhive."

I nodded and headed toward the front doors. I turned my head and said over my shoulder, "Thanks, Spears." before running out the door and to Elizabeth's old mansion. I quietly opened the door to the estate and shut it causing an echo throughout the manor. I walked up the stairs in front of me and checked every room along the way. I reached the end of the hallway on one side and opened the large doors. It was empty. Or, so it seemed. I strode in and looked around before I heard a quiet sobbing in the darkest corner of the dimly lit room.

"Grell-san?" I asked softly, walking toward the noise with my back arched slightly to see better.

"Sebas-chan!" the voice exclaimed quietly and shakily.

A shaded figure stood and ran into my arms. Fingers curling around the flaps of my coat. Shaking. Crying.

"What's wrong, Grell-san?" I asked, pushing him away from me by placing my hands on his shoulders and pushing him away a little.

Grell refused to look at me. His bangs covered his face, his coat and gloves covered his arms, his vest and collared shirt covered his chest, and his pants and shoes covered his legs. I had no idea what was wrong.

"You don't want to see me like this, Sebas-chan," Grell growled. "After all, it is your fault."

"There's nothing that could scare me more than losing those I care about for once in my long lifetime," I replied with a shaky voice. What had happened?

Grell shook me off and removed his coat. He lifted his sleeves and removed the gloves. Scars from elbows to wrists. He unbuttoned his vest, pulled it off, and threw it on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal slashes in his torso. Finally, he lifted his head. I raised my arms as if to protect myself and stumbled backward. It was like Undertaker. He had to have part of his face sown on.

"What in hell has happened to you?" I squeaked.

"Undertaker had done to me what he had done to him and the scars are William's doing," Grell snarled. "And it's all your fault!" He shoved me backward and I gasped. "If I hadn't stayed with you, Will wouldn't have attacked me and I wouldn't have had to have this done!"

"You didn't have to stay with me!" I exclaimed, offended. "You chose to and, if you recall, I saved you from dying altogether!"

"But, now I'm not beautiful anymore!" Grell cried as he began putting the clothes back on.

"You don't have to be beautiful!" I scoffed. "It only matters who you have around you. People who care about you. That's why I've come! You said that you'd come if I wanted you to. Well, I want you to and I also need you to help me find Ciel!"

"Like you'd wanna be with someone as ugly as me," Grell snapped. He had never acted so cruel to me before except for when he tried to kill me, and that was even when he was saying that our relationship was like the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Wait….No. It couldn't be…

"Listen," I said as I placed one hand on my hip, hung my head in annoyance, and waved my free hand in the air. "If I can deal being with Ciel, who wears an eye patch all of the time, or even Undertaker who has the same problem as you…"

"I don't want you to 'deal' with me," Grell sniffled cruelly. "I want you to love me and I want to be beautiful!"

I rolled my eyes, walked to him, and wrapped him in my arms. "You are beautiful in your own light," I whispered. Did that just come out of my mouth?

"Really?" Grell sniffed as he looked at me.

I nodded. It really wasn't all that bad. Now, he had one golden eye and one blue. They were oddly compatible, but very unique. "You know," I began, "this look gives you real character."

Grell blushed and giggled, "Oh, stop."

"Now," I sighed, pulling away from him. "Will you help me find my young master?"

"Absolutely," Grell nodded. "But you have to at least kiss me on the lips after we do."

"Fine," I sighed.

I turned to walk and he linked his arm with mine. I rolled my eyes and blew a strand of hair out of my face. We began walking out and Grell lied his head on my shoulder. I ignored this and led him out to the outside world. He immediately covered that part of his face with his hair. The front had grown unbelievably long, so it worked to his advantage. I saw no reason for him to hide it, but whatever.

We hurried around back and saw that one of Lady Elizabeth's carriages was there. I had Grell crawl inside and I steered. I brought it around the front of the mansion and out the gates with the horses at a trot. Once outside the estate grounds, I went full speed.

I'm coming, young master, I thought. I'll save you if you're in trouble. I'll keep your life intact for a little while longer. Please, please, please, be okay.