Luna and Myra sat in Ciel Phantomhive's office, wondering why they were there. One second, they were laughing at Applegate's idiocy, the next second they were in his office on the young master's behalf. Ciel sat across from them, his gaze centered on them, as if evaluating them.

"Would you two happen to be interested in a job here?" He asked flatly. Myra blinked and Luna's eyes widened, both suprised at his offer.

After a few moments, Ciel asked in a serious tone, "Do you want this job or not?"

Luna snapped out of her shocked daze and nodded quickly.

"Y-Yes! O-Of course."

Myra snapped out of her daze as well. She gave him a suspicous look.

"What sort of job is it?" She asked, her voice steady and strong.

"You two will be maids." He answered patiently.

Myra nodded. "Okay. Will we be sleeping here? Do we need to buy the uniform? ...I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but-" She sighed, trying to find the right words.

"-I need some more info before my sister and I apply for a job."

Ciel nodded in slight understanding. "Of course," He said, handing them both job application papers.

Myra read over the papers slowly and carefully, soaking up the information like a sponge. However, Luna just glanced over the decidedly important parts.

Myra finished reading and looked at Ciel. "We'll take it."

Luna beamed, and if she had a tail right there and then, it would be wagging.

"M-My first job...I can't wait!"

Ciel nodded and called Sebastian, who was waiting outside the door patiently. Sebastian walked in obediently.

"Yes, young master?"

"Show them around the mansion."

"Yes, my lord."

Luna and Myra followed Sebastian through the manor, Luna looking at everything with total awe and Myra silently observing everything.

Sebastian eventually stopped outside of a room.

"This is where you two will be sleeping."

Luna and Myra both peeked into the room before slowly opening the door and entering.

In the room, there were five beds. Four for the other workers...and one for the other two. Sebastian seemed to notice the shortage of beds and he sighed.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I had thought that this situation was already taken care of..." There was an edge in Sebastian's voice that suprised the both of them.

"No, it's fine, Sebastian," Myra said calmly, "Luna and I are used to sleeping in the same bed already. You don't have to worry."

Luna nodded in agreement. "Y-Yeah."

Sebastian just smiled simpily. "Very well." Before he walked out of the room to leave the two to themselves, he cast them a glance over his shoulder. "You two are quite interesting. I look forward to working with you."

Luna cuddled into the pillow, wrapped in the blanket. It was very late now. Her sister was sound asleep next to her. She could hear her soft breathing, and she smiled. Knowing her big sister was safe relaxed her with every breath she took. Luna eventually sighed and turned over, trying to find a sleeping position that would help her sleep. Unfourtunately, she failed. She looked around the room for the millionth time. The other workers were still asleep. She sat up and stared at the wall, memorizing the little dips and curves in it. She eventually found herself looking at the door, having the urge to go through it and explore the mansion. The silverette shook her head at her urge and plopped back onto the bed, stiring her sister but not waking her. Insomnia was to be expected, she supposed. She was a natural all-nighter before she lost her parents, after all. When she was in that tower, her insomia problem was only increased due to nightmares. She shuddered at the memory of her nightmares. They were mostly fire related. But only one was recurring. Her mother's training getting out of hand. She was shaking in fear just even thinking about that one. She gulped and forced herself to think about something else.

She got out of the bed and looked out of the window, remembering her family. Her mother was a beautiful lady. Long, wavy brown hair, purple eyes, snowy skin...not to mention she was still quite the looker after two pregnancies. And she was pure Italian.

Luna sighed. She didn't look anything like her mother. In fact, she looked like a mini, female version of her father. Silver hair, amber eyes, boyish appearence. She didn't look anything like an Italian. And, she lacks an interesting accent. No English accent like Myra (Well, that's because she's adopted...), no beautiful Italian accent like her mother. Instead, she had an American accent like her Italian-American father and her other sister Amanda (Also adopted).

She blinked at the thought of Amanda. She hadn't thought of her in a while. Amanda was very pretty. She had wavy brown hair with dark green streaks (No one knows how she got the streaks; Mamma and Papà always joked about her being half elf). There were a few actual curls in her hair. She had dark green eyes that, she could've sworn, were always twinkling. If they were to see each other today, she would be the same age as Luna. And, she had an unforgettable obsession with magic. She loved magical stories, magic tricks, magical creatures...it was a strange obsession, but it was hers. Amanda had a really cool last name, too. Hawkheart. When her parents had adopted her, she absolutely refused to change her last name. Luna didn't blame her. It was a cool name. Luna recalled having a rather nasty argument with Amanda before she last saw her. She shook her head to clear it, feeling tears of regret well up in her eyes as she remembered making her happy-go-lucky sister cry. She didn't want to cry now. It could wake the others. She forced herself to think about something else, biting her lip to keep herself from sobbing.

She thought about the necklace she was wearing, unconsiously holding the 'stone' on the end of it. Wolfstone...I haven't seen this guy in a while... She brought the 'stone' up to her face, looking at it. The normally gray 'stone' was amber in color and smooth to the touch. It looked more like an opal, actually. Well, Wolfstone actually varied in shape. Wolfstone is a kind of stone that chooses a master. When it chooses that master, its color changes to the color of its master's eyes. It also changes its shape to match its master's personality. If you're kind and easy to get along with, you're an opal; if you're touchy and hard to be friends with, you're a diamond; if you're timid and easy to hurt, you're quartz, and so on. She knew this because she had seen one like this before. Her father wore one on his collar (Why he wore a collar, she had no clue). She ran her thumb across the stone, feeling its smooth surface. She repeated this act several times over until she felt the 'stone' pulse. Her eyes widened as what felt like heart beats pulse under her thumb. The pulses got stronger and stronger, and eventually, an amber light pulsed in time with the 'heart beats'. She felt her eyes doing some sort of pulsing in time with the 'stone' as well. She could only guess that her eyes were pulsing amber as well. Her eyes were burning, and she could swear that one more pulse would make her head explode. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the pulsing stopped. She felt relaxed and smiled as the pain in her head and her eyes seeped out of her.

Then, all of a sudden, one very bright final pulse sent her into a world of darkness.

OOC: I'm sooooooooo sorry for the wait, guys!

Promocat: We all know what went down. ;3

And yes. Yes she can.

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To Everyone: I'm so sorry for this long wait! I have important news, so read with care, 'Kay? I decided to schedule when the new chapters will be updated. Expect new chapters for this story on Saturdays, alright? Now, do as you would normally do, and Read, Follow, and Favorite! 'Kay?