Chapter 6- The Interrogation

"Did you find anything yet, Earl?" You say.

"Not yet," Ciel says and pauses when he sees your shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles. "What?"

"It feels strange calling you an Earl, especially since you're a child," You say, giggling a little bit.

"I'm older than you," Ciel says, irritatedly. "You look twelve."

"Looks do not signify the age of a person," Sebastian says, behind you, as he closes the door.

"Do you mean to say she's older?" Ciel asks, alert.

You look at Sebastian with the same expression as Ciel.

Sebastian just smiles. "Ponder the thought, young master."

"Perfect," You say, switching topics. "Ciel, does this mean you haven't found anything?"

Ciel raises his eyebrows at your change in calling him Earl earlier, now Ciel, but all he says is, "No, not yet. But the Undertaker might know something, so we will see him tomorrow."

"Undertaker? Who is that?"

"An acquaintance."

"You say he might know something about my family?"

Ciel ponders the thought. "It's only logical he might."

You feel unsettled. As if you're missing something in an equation. But instead, you feel now as if you've forgotten something about your family, something very important.

Ciel nods his head. You almost miss it, but you see it through your peripheral vision. You turn your head to see Sebastian, who bends in a bow as if, agreeing.

"(Y/N)," Sebastian says, and you look up at him. "Do you recall anything even remotely unsettling about your family?"

You think. Do you, really? Wasn't it always a bit disturbing that all your grandparents from your father's side and a few from your mother's side were always portrayed as youthful, bright, flawless? Was it disturbing how one day, a youthful lady, along with a handsome young man dropped by your mansion, and your father introduced her as your great-grandmother and great-grandfather?

"Was that disturbing, indeed?" Sebastian says, and you find out with a jolt that he was right in front of you, lifting your chin so you looked at his sombre expression and his at-the-moment glow-less eyes.

"Crimson," You say, out of the blue.

Next to you, Ciel blinks. "Crimson?"

Sebastian doesn't seem the least bit deterred, but nonetheless, you look at Ciel with some difficulty and say, "I had been searching for a colour to describe your butler's eyes, when they weren't glowing red in his demonic persona."

Ciel grinned, but it wasn't one that made you comfortable. "You do have a way of steering away from topics, don't you?"

"It's a habit of hers," Sebastian says. And you look back at him. "Is it, Sebastian?"

"It is, but tell me, (Y/N), was it really disturbing how youthful they were?"

You realise with another jolt he had tuned into your memories, and found out. But you ponder his words. "It was. And, it was all the more surprising that their eyes were these bright colours. So bright and unique, I almost had no colours to identify them as."

Pieces of your memory come together as you speak. "And we ate less frequently. Whenever we did eat, there was always this bright glow to it, almost invisible if you didn't concentrate to see it. The taste was indescribable."

"And whenever we ate, I remember how their eyes were always shielded. But once when I did see my father's eyes, they -"

You draw a blank. You can't remember. "They -"

It doesn't show in his expression, but you can tell Sebastian was hoping for more. You shake your head, helplessly. "I can't remember. It's as if there's a block in my memory, preventing more from coming through." And a headache, but it had gone as soon as it had come, so you don't mention that.

Sebastian's hand slides out from under your chin. He shakes his head at Ciel. "It isn't much to go through, and we can't conclude it yet, my lord."

Ciel nods. "Very well. Are you surprised, (Y/N)?"

You shake your head. "At? Your interrogation?"

"Something like that, yes."

"I expected it, sooner or later. Queen's Guard-dog, aren't you?" You say, with no emotion.

Ciel's face shows surprise, but not at the nickname you mentioned.

You continue. "I had heard your name, the dark details as well as the children's toy company popularity. You see, Earl Phantomhive, the Lier family doesn't just run the local council and behave as a mouthpiece of the Queen. They are also the storehouse of gossip. A lot of it. The extra things I hear is just a bonus of living with them."

Sebastian's face belies no emotion, but he sounds surprised as well. "Isn't that wonderful."

"I must see Lady Sasha," You say, indignantly. "So if you're done, excuse me."

You exit the room without being dismissed.

"Not so fast, (Y/N)."

You jump, but you only see Sebastian beside you. "You have got to stop creeping up on me like that, Sebastian."

He doesn't say anything. So you continue. "What do you mean, not so fast?"

"Tell me, (Y/N)," He says, a light smile on his face. "What did your mother say about demons?"

"She told me a lot of things," You say, confused.

A memory returns to you, and you can feel Sebastian listening into it as well.

"But, Ma, Reah told me demons can fall in love with mortals, is it true?"

You were in bed, listening to your mother as if she was telling you a bedtime story.

Father froze. Mother whispered, "We should've put the maid out of her misery before."

Father nodded, and said. "Technically speaking, no, but they can grow attached to their souls. The attachment could be maddening. But demons have the strongest feelings for other demonic beings."

"Feelings?" You tug at Mother's dress, urging her.

"Love, darling," Mother said. "Demons only fall in love with demons."

"Or humans with even a bit of demonic ancestry," Father had to add.

"Mhm," You said, sleepily.

"Poor thing, she's sleepy already," Mother said, and kissed your forehead. "See you later, darling."

"Goodnight, honey," Father said, as he got up.

Then your eyelids fell.

"Just what I had expected," Sebastian says, grimly. "(Y/N), you're a half-breed."

"Half-breed?" You say, confused.

"Half-human, half-demon," Sebastian says, then he looks down. "You're the more powerful of both, but you are endangered, too."

You're so surprised, you hardly say anything.

"Demons want you because your soul is human. Humans want you... you don't want to know why, (Y/N)."

"I don't," You say, firmly.

"I'll let Lady Sasha in the carriage and back to the Lier mansion," Sebastian says.

"I should -"

"No," He says, firmly. "You must stay here. You're vulnerable. I'll arrange for the guest room." And with that, he turns to walk away.

"Sebastian, wait."

He stops and says, "What would you like to know, (Y/N)?"

You hesitate. "Um, Sebastian, how did you know? That - that I am a half-breed?"

He hesitates, you can feel it. After a moment, he says, simply, "I sensed something supernatural."

He leaves you there.

'Damn it, Sebastian,' You think. 'Mother told me every single thing there is to demons, but she never mentioned demons having an acute sixth sense of knowing supernatural presence nearby.'

Then you sigh. 'Oh well, she probably forgot to mention that important fact.'

OBLIVIOUSSSS EH? Just you wait for the next chapter.