I gripped the piece until it turned into dust. As for the paper I ripped it up. I would never have my young master endanger himself more than he already is. I walked to my room and sat down on the bed and picked up My Ciel to bury him. I went outside to see the Undertaker. After making him another promise of two curry breads I was able to get the perfect casket for My Ciel. I dug a grave and placed My Ciel in it. After I came back I woke up Ciel.

"Sebastian prepare my bath," he ordered as he struggled with a button on his shirt.

"Yes young master." I bowed and prepared the bath. I added bubbles. After I came back to get Ciel

"Sebastian! Why are there bubbles everywhere?"

"I am sorry, would you like me to prepare a new bath"

"No, its ok. You already prepared the bath and it would be a waste of water and soap. But next time I would like a bubble bath I will tell you specifically." Young master Ciel loves bubble baths. I left to get towels. When I came back Ciel was trying to wash his hair. He completely forgot the back of his head. I chuckled.

"Sebastian! Stop laughing and come over here at once!"

"It would be my pleasure." I rolled up my sleeves and began to touch his soft hair and smooth out the bubbles. A bubble landed on the young master's face. I faced him and touched his forehead, then slid my hand on his eye with the contract on it. That was the only thing that connected us together. I then moved my hand to his lips. I then rubbed his lips, knowing full well that they would never be mine. To hold, to fondle, to kiss, or to love as I thought this upper adomen seemed to heart.

It was only a day until the tournament. I continued to clean the estate, then a letter came in the mail. It read:

"The tournament will be held through the following days: January 1- 6. I personally invite and highly recemmend that the Earl Phantomhive stays at my estate during the tournament and before tournament, immediately. A room will be provided, please bring your butler and your servants. Yours, Alois Tracy," as I read this to my master he shuddered and ordered me to pack his bags and to get ready. I went to my room to pack extra utensils and my suitcase. I looked outside my window. I breathed on the glass and wrote: Goodbye My Ciel. I called a carriage. A few hours later we arrived at the Trancy's estate. We walked through the gates, and knocked on the door.