I'm eating 2-month old sweetheart candies with Spanish sayings on them. I'm one cool dude. Anyway…

SO MUCH FREAKING DIALOGUE IN THIS CHAPTER! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! Anyway, so this may seem kinda late, but I've been busy driving around and avoiding mailboxes. Yeah, lol, just got my permit and I need 50 hours of driving 'sperience by next year sooooo. Yeah. And I got a twitter- whoo! Now I can rant about whatever whenever, as long as I keep it under 140 words. (which is sooo impossible for a writer, if you know what I mean). And me and my friends were going to have a MLP rp twitter, but they haven't gotten their lazy asses to making them yet, it's just my lone self, tweeting alone in the wide, wide twitterverse. Moo. I guess you could even call it sole-playing. And if it applied to this story, then it would be Seul-playing. Look homeshits, I'm punny today. So, I have been getting a lot of idea-making done, though not so much writing done, but I have MANY ideas in store for you bitches (and man-bitches, if there be any), so get excited. And that's all.

~Enjoy!~

And I had a dream, about my old school

And she was there all pink and gold and glittering

I threw my arms around her legs

Came to weeping, came to weeping

Then I heard your voice as clear as day

Week 1, Day 5

"I wish you luck on your finals," Sebastian bid me. He got into his car and drove away. While yesterday had been fun, I still had two more days of testing left before summer vacation started, and to top it off, I had work tonight as well. Lizzy needed me to cover for a coworker who was sick lest she take on the entire restaurant alone. Lizzy wasn't the worst of people to work with, and even though she could be a bit annoying and klutzy, she always had the best intentions at heart.

I stepped inside the school building, knowing that I wouldn't have to face that terrorizing trio again. Sebastian had taken pretty good care of them last time, and I was positive that with their broken limbs, they wouldn't put up much of a fight anyway.

I waltzed into my hallway, shoved my backpack into my locker and got headed towards the enormous chapel in the center of the building. Even though it was testing week, the tradition of having mass every Tuesday at my esteemed school did not halt.

Wandering inside the chapel, one would immediately notice the giant dome in the center of the room, furnished with marble and gold adornments. Horrifying paintings that depicted the fates of those going to hell decorated the ceiling of the dome. Eerie statues sat in the corners of the walls, and there was a massive altar table at the front. Large, stain-glass windows illuminated the wide room. The chapel was built big enough to accommodate the thousands of students that attended the school.

I took a seat near where my class was supposed to sit and awaited the beginning of the service. I had always felt uncomfortable in this place, but I attributed it to the fact that I really didn't believe in God.

And you told me I should concentrate

The boisterous noise suddenly quieted down as the lights dimmed. The candles lit suddenly and the movement in the room came to a stop. Suddenly, everyone had books on their laps and they were saying something. It sounded like some sort of chant, but I couldn't understand what was going on. Two people were being led up the middle of the chapel and the headmistress was up at the front, dressed more elegantly than usual. She was announcing something over the murmurs of the chants, but again, I was unable to make out the words she was saying.

It was all so strange, and so surreal

The people leading the two up to the front reached their destination, but peculiarly, they pulled out several swords right after. I had no clue what was going on, but this was definitely not our normal mass. The two people were now bound in chains and kneeling on the ground. The people aside them raised the swords above their heads, but right before they were able to strike, all the windows in the building instantaneously burst and my vision spiraled violently.

That a ghost should be so practical

Only if for a night

I jolted my eyes open, but when I looked around, the people next to me were still chattering and the windows were unbroken. Headmistress Landers was sitting in her seat up in the front row, wearing her usual garb. The aisle was clear of any people in white robes. There were no abnormalities to be found, and it was the same as usual. Had I just dreamt that entire sequence of events? No, but it seemed so real. How could a vision that real be just an illusion? I guess I'd had another relapse, but I was scared to tell Sebastian, so I decided to keep this one to myself.

And the only solution was to stand and fight,

"Darling, where would you like to go for dinner tonight?" Sebastian asked in the car ride on the way to my apartment.

It was definitely different not having to walk from place to place with Sebastian around, but that meant that I was probably going to get fat from the lack of exercise. Although, despite having a personal chauffeur now, that wasn't even the weirdest part of having a boyfriend. The strangest part was having someone to always keep me company that wasn't a dog. Chris was always off with Alois or furiously studying away in his room, while I was working or reading a book up on the rooftop gardens, which I had planted last spring under the permission of my landlord. The only times we really saw each other were when we walked to and from school together and when we went out to dinner every Tuesday night. Speaking of which, it was Tuesday, but I guess this night I would be spending it alone.

And my body was bruised and I was set alight

"I can't go, I have work," I mentioned quietly.

But you came over me like some holy rite

"Seul, we're not getting anywhere in the case. By talking and spending more time with you, I might be able to discover something that give us a starting point."

"Our last clue was a dead end. Are you sure Undertaker was even telling the truth?" I questioned.

"Undertaker is a reliable source. Of that, I'm positive," Sebastian confirmed.

"Yeah, well then why didn't we find anything at the cemetery?" I interrogated. "It's not like it was big enough that we could have missed something. I swear, we scoured every inch of that graveyard and not a single clue arose."

And although I was burning

"I'm not sure," Sebastian admitted. "But how about this? After you get done with work, I'll make dinner and we'll chat."

"I don't get done 'til eleven, but suit yourself," I shrugged. I fiddled with a loose string on my sweater until the car came to a stop before the entrance of my apartment building. I opened the door and stepped out, but I didn't close it.

"Aren't you coming inside?" I wondered aloud.

You're the only light

"I have other plans," was the cryptic message he gave me.

Whatever, I thought to myself. If he wants to be like that, he can. But did I say something to upset him?

Only if for a night

I shrugged off my backpack and huffed into the living area. I took out Trixie's bowl and filled it with her lunch. She came running in a mass of brown and black fur and immediately chowed down on the food. Glancing over at the clock, I noticed it was only eleven-thirty, so I crawled over onto the couch, dragged a blanket onto my frigid body, and set the alarm on my phone for two o'clock.

The grass was so green against my new clothes

Although, the point of setting it was useless, because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get to sleep. So eventually, I just ended up staring out the dirty window across from where I was sitting. I could see almost everything; the buildings, the skyscrapers, people living in apartments just like mine. The violent ravens, the scampering squirrels, the circling crows. All there, continuing on with their life. But what was I doing with mine? What was the purpose of mine?

And I did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes

Who was Sebastian, Sebastian Michaelis? Some demon I had met on the street one night because he liked the smell of my soul, whom I had agreed to form a temporary contract with, and even going across my own standards, had become my current boyfriend. He had been contracted to a young boy named Ciel Phantomhive prior to meeting me, who also was an orphan and whose parents were murdered. The same boy whose parents who had been murdered's graves I had been led to and to which I had been lost in a limbo of new twists and turns.

My own secret ceremonials before the service began,

And now, I continued lying here, in my own pitiful heap of distress, unable to figure out what to do with my life.

In the graveyard, doing handstands,

It was then that my alarm went off and I realized I had been sprawled out for two and a half hours. I guess time goes by fast when you're wallowing in some unstable region between sanity and madness.

My doe, my dear, my darling

Tell me what all this sighing's about.

I pushed Dom, who had crawled onto my face while I was asleep, off of me and rolled off the futon I had found earlier, down the short distance to the ground. I wanted to just sit there for all eternity, but of course, I had work to go to. Normally, my pre-Misery & Co. naps were short and refreshing, but this one had just left me dazed and confused.

I stumbled over to my kitchen to get a quick snack before going up to the rooftop.

I couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was that made sitting on the roof so nice, but it was the only place in the world where I could stand heights. I realize how crazy this must sound, coming from someone who can't even stand being in a glass elevator, but trust me, there was something special about my garden.

It had only a small variety of plants, consisting of only bluebells and white roses, but those were my two favorites. Plus, the garden kind of represented me: simple and delicate.

The air always seemed so fresh up here, which was rare in my part of the city. The car horns and noises were so far below that they didn't even cause much of a nuisance. The flowers kept the area smelling clean amidst the smoke and dirt. Birds didn't collect up here often and I guess this was my section of heaven. Nothing could compare to the tranquility I felt being here.

I never really looked out over the ledge on the roof, instead, I just sat in the bungalow on the cushions and pillows. I alone held the key to the roof, for a special extra fee I paid each year. Speaking of which, rent was due next week. Good thing I got my paycheck early today.

Dom was busy chewing on a toy she had brought up with her, so I took my current reading interest, "Before I Fall" and started eagerly on it. While I was a speed-reader, I didn't like to read fast. In fact, I preferred to take my time in order to soak up every last detail. I had about three hours before I needed to start getting ready, so now was the perfect opportunity to get some reading done.

But, wouldn't you know it, I was interrupted.

In my most peaceful spot.

On my private roof.

That added together equates to a disrupted Seul.

The sound of the door shutting made me get up and walk around to the entrance to the roof. Standing against the brick was Sebastian, of course. Who else could manage to do so much annoyance in one little action?

I stared him down. "How'd you get in here?"

"It wasn't hard," he grinned, but it slowly faded once he knew I wasn't amused. Another contributing factor was the sprinting Yorkshire terrier rambling over to his feet. I snatched Dominatrix off the ground so Sebastian wouldn't get offended.

"Why are you bothering me?" I hurled my words at him like bullets.

"Earlier you asked why I didn't come with you but now you're wondering why I'm here. Indecisive, much?" He cocked his head at me in a patronizing manner.

"Can you please leave?" It wasn't so much a question as it was a command.

"If I took the effort to bother you in the first place wouldn't you be interested in what I had to say first?" Sebastian pointed out.

"Make it quick, because Lizzy is going to kill me if I don't show up to work on time," I complained.

"Lizzy?" Sebastian asked.

"She's my coworker," I explained. "Blonde, dimwitted, energetic. Not much else to say about her."

"Sounds like she would be the complete opposite of anyone who would hang out there," he scoffed.

"Yes, strangely, Aleister gave her the job. Although, I'm still trying to figure out what she did to make him do so."

"Your boss is definitely a pervert. I would suggest avoiding time alone with him," Sebastian commanded.

"Oh Sebastian," I laughed. "Aleister may be a creep, but he's totally harmless. Besides, don't assume I can't take care of myself."

"I'm not assuming anything, Seul," Sebastian stated sincerely.

"Fine, I'll watch out for him," I conceded. "But I'm telling you, everything is perfectly fine."

"Isn't it times when you say those things that you always end up getting yourself in trouble?"

"Be quiet."

Sebastian and I strolled side by side down the avenue to get to Misery & Co. It was sort of awkward, because we didn't walk the way normal couples do, all over each other and giggling over some miniscule thing. No, we didn't even hold hands. Maybe this was what Sebastian meant when he said I wasn't putting forth enough effort. Oh well, he had just as much the opportunity to make this less awk, but yet he was doing the same thing I was, walking straight ahead.

So, in order to show him up, I decided I would make the first move this time. That's right, I was going to "bust a move." Oh great, now a chorus of high-pitched girls singing "You want it, you got it," entered my head. My hand tentatively left my jacket pocket, but it returned quickly. It ventured out once more and lightly touched the outside of Sebastian's hand. The sensitive tips of my fingers then touched the palm of Sebastian's hand and were about to pull away again, but suddenly I felt response in Sebastian's hand as he wrapped his around mine. It was partly embarrassing, mostly due to my maladroit movements, but I had accomplished what I had set out to do. Now, with our holding hands, Sebastian and I were legit.

We rounded the last turn before I saw the familiar red drapes and elegantly painted sign. Sebastian entered the café with me, but I gave him a small goodbye peck on the lips once we were at the bar. He held me at arms length before I spoke.

"We haven't been here since we first met," I noticed, taking a look around at the hanging black chandeliers and mahogany tables.

"If I recall correctly, you threw water at me," Sebastian reminisced.

"I remember nothing of the sort," I prevaricated, even though I fully remembered my recalcitrant behavior.

"Don't worry, I'll forgive you anyways," he said in a rushed tone, giving me a quick kiss on my forehead before letting me go and exiting through the main entrance.

I wanted to pout about how I still hadn't done anything wrong, but he left too quickly. Demon bastard.

I turned around to check in, but I found Lizzy there, smirking.

"He was the guy from the other night, wasn't he?" she interrogated coyly.

I blushed. "Yes, yes he was."

"Apparently tossing water in someone's face is your way of showing them you like them, right?" she joked.

I smiled. "Not quite, but I guess he's not as bad as I thought."

"It's kind of weird," Lizzy indicated. "Your personality is definitely different from before. You two are dating, right?"

"It's complicated," I clarified.

"Looked like you had it all figured out to me~!" she added before she slipped into the kitchen to grab an order of homemade potato chips and bleu cheese.

I fixed my black sleeveless vest and short green plaid skirt before going to check in.

It was near closing time, and most of the people began to file out of the building. I was wiping down a table in the back corner, being careful not to lean over too much so as not to give the customers an unwanted show.

Lizzy waltzed over towards me and began cleaning the table next to mine. "How's your brother doing?"

"Still gay," I reassured. She used to have a crush on Chris when I first started working, which was only the slightest bit awkward.

Lizzy rolled her eyes in response. "I think I know that by now, Seul. I'm just wondering since you said he was going back to the States for a month."

I turned the slightest shade of pink at her remark. "Oh, he's doing fine, I think. I haven't talked to him since he first arrived."

"Really? That's strange," she remarked. "You guys are usually so close."

"We…ran into a rough patch," was as simple as I could put it.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said sympathetically. "My brother and I don't really talk much these days, either. He got married, and he's been busy with his family."

Lizzy, one of my few friends actually from London, had a single older brother named Edward. Out of the year or so I had been working here, I had only seen the man once. He mostly kept to himself and didn't say much. Which was fine, because I was that way too. Good thing Lizzy was talkative enough for the both of us.

I wonder how my brother was doing now. He and Alois would probably be out sun tanning, (oh poor Chris! He burned so easily!), and Alois would most definitely be out surfing on the west-coast waves. I know I was mad at Chris, but he was of my blood, and I had to forgive him eventually. I just wasn't sure when 'eventually' was. Nah, I'd decide that later.

I was starting to drift off into thought about my brother, but Lizzy's energetic voice snapped me out of whatever it was I was thinking about.

"Go ahead and go now, meet up with that boyfriend of yours," Lizzy encouraged with a kind smile. "I'll get everything else and close up for the night."

"I couldn't let you," I pleaded.

"No, I'm totally fine!" she swore. She gave a little hip bounce as she tried to convince me.

"If you say so," I gave in. "But promise me you'll stay safe."

"No problem~!" she did a little salute with her free hand.

"Well then, see you later," I bade farewell.

"Yeah, give Chris a call and try to work things out for me, okay?" she shouted at my already turned back.

"Don't count on it," I laughed as I pushed the door open and the little 'ring' sounded.

When I got home, Sebastian was there, waiting for me with an elegant dinner set out on the kitchen table. I set my things on the table by the door and met him.

"Tonight I have prepared a shrimp angel hair pasta with an olive salad and garlic bread," he said respectfully.

I looked over at the small, simple, kitchen table set so elegantly, maybe even romantically, with a candelabra in the middle. Several other lit candles dotted the room and the kitchen counter now contained a vase of white roses. On the table was a setting for one of all the things Sebastian had mentioned.

I took a seat on a white chair, and started in on my delectable meal. And then I wondered something.

"Sebastian?" I seemed to surprise him as he stood, still, on the other side of the room.

"Hm?" He began slowly towards the table. "Is there a problem?"

"No, none at all," I assured him. "It's just that…can demons eat? Human food, I mean."

"They are able to consume the same food as humans, but it tastes mainly bland to us," he explained. "It doesn't satiate us, but some can view it as enjoyable."

"Are you one of those people?" I asked curiously.

"I enjoy cooking more than I do ingesting," Sebastian shrugged.

"But you do find it decent to devour this type of food?"

"What are you getting at?" he said, frustrated. "And yes."

"Are there any leftovers?"

"Why yes, I left some heated on the stove just in ca—you can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm quite serious," I promised him confidently. "Get yourself a plate and grab a bottle of wine from the top shelf."

He sighed, but got to work. Not that the wine made it any more romantic, I had been wanting some in the first place. And the only reason I wanted Sebastian to eat with me was because so I didn't feel so alone. He never ate with me, and I guess that kind of irked me. I wanted it to be like he was almost human, just for once.

Sebastian returned with a half-full plate, which I could understand, and unscrewed the cap off the bottle. He made a motion to fill my glass with the crimson liquid.

"Don't spill," I warned. I hated it when people made a habit of spilling my good wine.

"No need to worry," he gleamed at me. "I am one hell-"

"Of a boyfriend, yes, I know," I waved at him rapidly with the topside of my hand. "Hurry up." I needed my fix after all.

He poured the wine into both of our glasses and we lifted them up for a toast after Sebastian took his seat.

"To finding the truth," I let out a small smile.

"How about just toasting to finding your parents?" Sebastian recommended. "The truth isn't always enjoyable to find out. It's unpredictable and unexpected."

"Fine then," I joked. "To finding the identities of my parents."

There came the clinking of glasses, and then I took a hearty sip out of mine.

"Lovely," I commented contently.

"Agreed."

I stared at the liquid in my cup for a few sips before realizing something. "Sebastian, I swear, this is the same color as your eyes."

"I'm sure you're mistaken," he guaranteed me.

"No! I'm not!" I shot back. "It's literally the exact same color!"

"If you believe it is," he accepted. "Though, I have something to tell you about the color red."

"Do tell," I scooted over onto the edge of my seat, earnestly waiting to hear more. "This sounds interesting. And when you're done, I have something to say as well."

"All right, then," he started. "Today, while you were out, I did some research of my own. It seems that the late Rachel Phantomhive II had a sister, who lives right on the outskirts of the city. Her name is Lady Scarlet, and she is one of the most renowned doctors in the area."

"Could she possibly be who Undertaker wanted us to find when we went to the cemetery?' I queried.

"It's uncertain as of now," Sebastian uttered. "But finding her might be the key to tracking down your parents."

"Maybe she was their doctor or something," I thought aloud.

"I'm not sure, but we can schedule to see her tomorrow after your exams," Sebastian advocated.

"That sounds fine," I agreed. "I only have one left anyway, and I should be done by ten-thirty."

"Now, what is your news?" Sebastian brought back up.

"It's just something Lizzy said that triggered it, but I don't really think it's all that important anyway," my voice trailed off.

"Say it," Sebastian growled.

He must have realized his mistake right afterwards, because he straightened up and fixed his voice. "I mean, any information at all could give us a new lead."

"You know, it's really not that-"

"I'm not going to politely ask you again."

"Fine," I submitted. "it's just that, -oh my god, I'm going to sound so stupid for saying this- but I remembered something about Chris that I wasn't sure whether you knew or not."

"Your brother? How would he relate to any of this?" Sebastian had a shocked expression on his face.

"Yeah, but did I ever mention his name is Ciel?" I let out quickly and then huffed as soon as it was over. See? No big deal, I told myself.

"His middle name?" Sebastian's thin eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"No, his first name," I corrected.

"Then why does he go by something different?"

"Christopher, or Chris, is only his middle name," I expounded. "His real first name is Ciel, but my adoptive mother thought he would get bullied if he went by that, so instead we always called him Chris. Although, changing his name didn't really make much of a difference."

"Fascinating," Sebastian remarked dryly. "Do you know if that's his birth name?"

"I have no clue. I just found out less than a week ago that I'm adopted. I'm not the expert on other people's lives; I can barely keep my own straight."

"Okay."

I rolled my eyes. "Does that even get us anywhere?"

"It's definitely something else to keep in mind," Sebastian noted. "But not right away, no, we won't get anywhere."

"At least not until our appointment," I included.

Week 1, Day 6

"School's O-V-E-R!" I shouted as soon as I was in the comfort of Sebastian's car. I raised my arms above my head and relaxed into the seat, tossing my bag into the back.

"Do try to keep your voice down," Sebastian pleaded. He was wearing a simple pair of dark finish jeans and a simple white tee with a maroon scarf fashionably looped around his neck. I suddenly felt really dumpy, but also curious as to why Sebastian had been hiding his neck lately. Could it be because of moi?

"Um, are can we go back to my apartment so I can change before we head out?" I asked.

"I would assume so, but make it quick. We are scheduled to meet Miss Scarlet at eleven, and we wouldn't want to be late."

"Fine, I'll be hasty," I complied. We were just pulling up to the entrance now, I'd have to get out any second.

"I'll find a parking space. You go in and I'll meet you up there," Sebastian verbalized as he informed me of the current schedule.

"Cool," I muttered as I grabbed my bag and slammed the door shut.

I buzzed myself in and walked towards the elevator. Lucky for me, there was a lovely sign that said "Out of Service," which meant I would have to take the stairs up.

I started up the stairwell and I swear, with each step, my messenger bag gained like ten pounds. Wow, for four whole days I didn't have to walk to and from school and now I couldn't even walk up the stairs. I guess living in London couldn't get rid of my true lazy American self. Even if I was actually British.

I finally made it up to my floor, and when I let myself in, I threw my bag in the corner and collapsed on the couch. And of course, two seconds later, there just had to be a knock on my door.

"It's open," I mumbled into the soft cushions.

"Seul," Sebastian scolded. "I thought I told you to hurry."

I flipped over on my back and clutched a pillow on my stomach. "I know, but the elevator was out of order, so I had to walk up four flights of stairs. I'm exhausted."

"Seul, Lady Scarlet has a very tight schedule. If we don't make it in time, we can't reschedule for two weeks."

"You're the head of the Funtom Company," I griped. "I'm sure between your charm, good lucks, and dubious amounts of cash, you could get us in earlier."

"You're right," Sebastian nobly. "But still, I'd prefer to get it done now, so get moving."

"Pushy, pushy," I mumbled to myself as I picked myself up off my comfort zone. I held my bedroom door in my right hand and was about to close it when I peeked my head out the small open crevice. "I'll be out in five. Don't even think about coming in until then."

Sebastian chuckled. "I will only enter if you take longer than that."

"Well," I huffed and closed the door.

Speedily stripping off my drab uniform, I threw on a navy blazer over a black and white striped shirt and white skinny jeans. I grabbed my matching blue Toms, and headed out the door right as Sebastian was entering it. I collided face first into his muscled chest.

He looked down at me in indifference. "Oh, I guess you were on time after all," was all he had to say for himself.

I just sighed and continued on. "What are we doing for lunch?" I whined.

"I'll find someplace for you when we get there. Now come on, hurry up."

"So bossy," I whined to Dom, who was pacing around excitedly. "Wait, what about Trixie?"

Sebastian gave me a blank stare. "No, that mutt is not getting anywhere outside this apartment with me."

"Oh come one, she's harmless," I argued.

"Do you not seem to recall what happened at my office?"

"Oh….yeah…that," I looked downward in shame. "Well, can I drop her off at Lizzy's on the way down? She literally lives in the building next to me, and she already graduated this year with Chris, so she won't have school."

"Another roadblock, but I guess we can spare a couple of minutes," he yielded.

"Yeahhhh buddy!" I grabbed Dominatrix by the belly and sprinted out the door. I threw my key at Sebastian as I yelled, "Lock the place up for me, would ya?"

I could just imagine the disappointed look upon his face now. Oh, I wonder how many times he had regretted becoming my boyfriend. Probably up in the thousands or something.

Sebastian met me in the lobby after I was done dropping off Trixie at Lizzy's (who just adored small creatures) and we got into the black vehicle. Once the engine was purring, I decided to ask a question that'd been on my mind for quite a while.

"Sebastian?" I asked.

"What is it, love?" he replied.

"If Ciel Phantomhive was the owner of the Funtom Company, did his children inherit it when he died?" I pondered.

"Yes, why?" Sebastian was somewhat frustrated with me before, and I don't think this was helping the situation right now. But oh well, I have needs!

"Who took over the corporation after Vincent II died?"

"It was managed by the Funtom board," he answered.

"So, why then, did you only choose to take it over five years ago? Why not after the last heir died? Or maybe, even after Ciel died?"

"Does it matter?" Sebastian wondered irritably, the speed of the car picking up.

"It does to me. Are you going to answer my questions or not?" I interrogated insolently.

"That's not for me to discuss."

"Are you seriously not going to tell me? What's the big deal?"

"It's nothing, dear."

"If it's nothing, then I demand you tell me!" I ordered.

"I'm sorry, but that is one wish I cannot fulfill."

"Cheeky bastard," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" Sebastian questioned annoyingly.

"Oh, shut up," I snarled.

Dispelling the awkwardness, we pulled up to a small office building. It was adjacent to a large towering hospital, one of the best in London.

Sebastian parked along the side of the road and we exited the vehicle. I calmly walked to the entrance of the building and as I was entering, I spotted a couple crows scrapping crumbs off the sidewalk.

"Sebastian, what's your favorite type of bird?" I questioned out of the blue.

"The raven, I suppose," he answered.

"Oh, I think you're more of a red-winged blackbird, personally," I commented.

"Why do you say that?" he retaliated.

"Well, you're sullen like the black, but wicked like the red. And for the yellow, I can't really describe it; almost like how I can't really describe you. It's almost…too weird."

"Strange observation" was his single remark.

By now, we had reached the office, and went inside.

Inside, there was a lavish waiting room and nice, square furniture. Several doors led to what must have been the offices.

I was about to walk up to the front desk, but Sebastian stopped me by putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Seul wait," he commanded. "Let me do this."

He trotted over to the front desk and I'm not sure what he said to the woman sitting there, but only seconds later our names were called to let us know that Lady Scarlet was ready to see us.

She led us down a million hallways until we reached the one with Scarlet's name on the door.

"Just go in and she'll be right with you," the woman smiled honestly at us, showed us in and then left.

A couple minutes later, the door opened and a woman with a sharp red angled bob walked firmly into the room. Everything about her was…red. From her ruffled red blouse, to her crimson stilettos, all the way to her narrow scarlet fedora. Her brown eyes almost seemed to carry a shade that was almost cochineal. She held a stern gaze on her face and she stood tall and proud.

Although, when she set eyes on me, her face softened.

Hey littlekuriboh, where's the new episode? ~ in my best Melvin voice :D

And ehhh, that's my best. I have more to write, but this chapter is already pretty lengthy, plus I need to get a new update out, plus I'm a lazy ass who doesn't want to do anything right now. Although, I can't wait to go over to my friends' house (it's plural because they're twins :'D) and chilling, and watching the royal wedding, and eating tamales. THAT, my dears, is living the good life. See you next week on…MISERY LOVES COMPANY!

But that's only if you review. If you don't, who knooooowwwss how long the update will take! Jajajajajajajajaja

Disclamoré: I do not own Kuroshit-blah blah blah Florence and the Machine blah Only If For A blah Night blah blah I'm blah lazy blah. :p

…I've hit a new low.