Sebastian was in the driver's seat of their vehicle after being given directions by Evers on where to go. He glanced in the review mirror to see Ciel and Evers sitting next to each other.

"Where are we going?" Ciel asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Evers answered. His eyes were fixed outside, and his once warm voice had become cold and heartless. The streets of New York were - for the most part -as dark as they could be; it was hard to stay dark in the City That Never Sleeps.

Ciel shifted in his seat. "Why do your daughters have Japanese names?" he asked, trying to ease the tension.

Evers looked back and smiled, all the cold reminents of a vile man disappearing. "Yes, ever since they were little people have been asking that same question." He paused before continuing, "Before we found out my wife was pregnant, we took a two month long trip to Japan. There we learned the names: Chitose, meaning "thousand years", and Shizuka, meaning "calm and quiet" or "flower"."

Sebastian smirked. "I will say the name Shizuka fits your daughter well, Master," he said. And like a flower, she will bloom - ...no,no. Not these thoughts again.

"It does it her, doesnt it?" Evers mumbled. "Take a left up here ~"

Sebastian did as he was told, noticing how the lights behind them were getting farther away. Where are we going? he thought.

Evers continued, "Chitose has always been the active child. She was a hard one to keep still when it was needed. Hell, she still is," he laughed, "And yet Shizuka has always been the shy and quiet one. Even though they're so differen't they do get along."

"They don't say much to each other at Dinner," Ciel mentioned.

"Well they are young women. I don't think they want two men listening in on their converstion," he replied. "Still...ever since my wife passed, Shizuka drifted apart from the rest of us..."

Sebastian frowned. Her mothers death really has taken a toll on her, hasn't it? His brows furrowed as they followed a single road until they arrived at a dead end, with a white warehouse in front of them. "Sir, is this the right place...?"

"It is," he answered, his voice now cold again. "Alfred told you all about my other life, I presume?"

"The first night he did," Ciel answered.

"Good. If you let me do all the talking it will be fine," Evers said. "Sebastian will you hand me what's in the glove compartment?"

Sebastian nodded and opened the compartment door, reaching in blindly and pulling out a 9 mm. Pistol. Smirking, he reached back and handed it to his new Master.

"For extra protection," Evers said with a wicked grin as he placed the Pistol into his breast pocket.

"I assure you my Lord, while the contract still holds between us I will be the only protection you need," Sebastian replied. He exited the vehicle, then walked around the back and opened the door for Evers.

The three of them walked to the door, and Evers took a deep breath before entering.

The warehouse was mostly dark, except for the single light in the center of the room. A group of men stood around one another, all of them either smoking or drinking. Evers walked over to them with Ciel and Sebastian at his side.

"Who are them boys you got with ya?" one man asked.

Boy? Sebastian thought, his eyebrow twitching.

"It's alright. Now make way," said another voice. The group of men parted, and from them another man appeared. The group of men parted and from them another man appeared.

The man was tall, and strikingly handsome. His blonde hair was pull back into a short ponytail that reached the base of his neck. A pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and behind them he had a pair of smoldering gray eyes...

Those eyes look familiar...Ciel thought. They were smoldering, peering into his soul...he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"So you need body guards now, eh Evers?" the man asked. His sultry voice was also familiar.

"I am a wanted man, yes," Evers chuckeled.

"I see you survived the Titanic sinking unharmed," he continued.

"Indeed. It was a tragic, tragic accident..." Evers replied. "And how have you been Tristan?"

Tristan smiled. "I'm doing better now that I know you're alive," he answered, and then began to pace. "But do you know what would make me feel even better?"

Evers said nothing.

"Maybe the money you owe me," Tristan continued after a moment. "Where is it?"

"At the bottom of the ocean," Evers answered.

Tristan laughed. "Come on now, you're a wealthy man. You can still get me my money, huh?"

"Not for another month with the way sales are going," Evers replied.

The humor in Tristan's face immediatly disappeared and he glared harshly at Evers. "You have one month to get me my money, do you understand me?"

"I do," Evers answered.

The smile on Tristan's face returned. "Good. Now get your ugly ass face out of here."

Evers nodded. He turned on his heels and they left the warehouse, quickly getting back into the vehicle. "Well, that went better than expected," he said, straightening out his jacket.

"Who was that man?" Ciel asked.

"That man was Tristan Pyke."

"He looked familiar..." Ciel mumbled.

"That's because he's Alfred's father," Evers answered.

"What!" Ciel cried, quite surprised.

"I will say no more about it tonight," Evers replied. "I want to go home..."

Sebastian nodded and began backing out. The news wasnt any shock to him. The moment he'd smelled Tristan's scent he knew he and Alfred were related in some way. Being a Demon as young as Ciel was, he probably hadn't noticed the similarity in their scents. With a glance back in the mirror, Sebastian drove home.


"Lady Shizuka was looking for you," Helen said to Sebastian a few moments after they'd returned to the Townhouse.

"Oh?"

"She said for you to go to her room as soon as you got home," Helen added.

"Thank you," Sebastian said with a nod, and he quickly hurried to Shizuka's room. He knocked on the door with the back of his hand. "Lady Shizuka, may I come in?"

"Yes..." he heard her say from the other side.

Sebastian smiled and entered the room, then closed the door behind him. He scanned the room, seeing her nowhere. Unitl he notice the white changing screen in the corner and her silhouette behind it. He checked the clock, it was only a little past ten.

"Do you need help with something Lady Shizuka?" he asked. He heard her hesitate. "May I?" he asked, nearing the screen. She said nothing, so he continued around.

"No it's not proper!" she cried, a little too late. And Sebastian smiled; she was wearing the white lingerie he'd secretly bought for her.

"Well my lady," he said, "You look absolutley beautiful."

Her face reddened and she looked away from him, shifting from one foot to the other. "I - I wanted to thank you for buying it for me...but I never told you to!"

His smile remained. "If you wish, may I continue to treat you more often?"

"...if you want..." she mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Then I will," he replied.

"...now if you'll excuse me I need to change. If my father saw me in this - especially near a man I'm not married to - he would have a fit."

"Yes, my dearest lady," Sebastian said, bowing down low so he could be eye level with her. Then he straightened himself out, and exited the room, silently shutting the door behind him.