Hey guys! Can't talk long and I just wanna says some things.

A) I realized that the place where Ciel was staying at with Souma was a townhouse so yeah, that mistake is rectified here.

B) Not much editing has been done so I'm sorry.

C) I dont own the characters and the original story. This story, however, is mine. Steal, copy and even try to alter it in a way that differentiates it with mine will get your future story so low on review till you'll be paying reviews to people just to get reviews.

D) I'm going to sleep.

Enjoy!

Sebastian worked as usual that morning. He had got up from bed and made the bed, got into his usual set of uniform for the day, didn't look himself in the mirror because he knows everything about him was picture perfect as the butler of the Phantomhive and went to the kitchen to start his typical routine of the day.

As his master had ordered from him yesterday, he started gathering ingredients to make the perfect English scones that the master prefers so much. He let his hands moved as they usually did while his mind wandered to yesterday's late night conversation with Mikan.

Who would have thought mere humans that simply held superhuman powers knew so much about him? When he decided to start granting wishes for the humans, he had made sure everything about his past was erased as perfect as possible. He had gone to the right demons, asking favors and giving favors, bribed, cheated, seduced, charmed , in short term won every single demon that knew him in return they would keep quiet about his past. In seemed that over the millennia, they had forgotten that. How else would the human found out about his Demonic Magic? A magic that only a type of demon like him could get.

Sebastian internally shook his head to rid of the memories that came with a rage he knew too well but it was hard. And just like that, the memories resurfaced. Slowly the images appeared unseemly in front of his eyes and turning all the switches inside him on. His hands began to slow its movement in its work until it finally stopped. He could feel his magic swirling around him, turning the air humid till a human could suffocate inside it. He could also feel the lengthening of his nails that was steadily turning into claws, his teeth steadily becoming canines. By this point, he knew his eyes had turned into a slit like a cat. At the back of his mind, he knew he should stop soon in case somebody shows but…

Then the sound of heavy boot footsteps breached his sense and just like that, he drew back all the rage and the memories and the effects that came along with it. It was a good thing he could do it as quick as lighting as Bard suddenly chose that moment to show up.

"Hey Sebastian, whatcha doing?"

And the day restarted itself again.

After placating Bard from helping him that would surely be followed by an explosion and a reconstruction of the kitchen, Sebastion brought the metal trolley filled with Ciel's breakfast to the latters bedroom. He let his mind blank to ensure his little 'episode' does not occur again and with that, he arrived in front of the intended door in a matter of minutes. As usual, he knocked despite knowing Ciel was probably still sleeping. So he was, to put it simply, shocked to find a reply from inside the room. By the sound of it, it was probably Ciel's voice so that ruled kidnapping, murder or otherwise other 'funny' things. So what could have possessed his little master to wake up early?

That answer revealed itself when he opened the door and saw Mikan, all dressed up in the new clothes that they had bought for her, sitting on Ciel's bed, apparently making small talks with him. Really, he should have known.

Sebastian barely stopped a sigh from passing his lips before coming closer to the bed. "Young Master, it is inappropriate to be on the same bed as a lady before you are married, my lord." He began preparing the tea but Ciel's blush and Mikan's innocent and questioning gaze didn't escape him. He chuckled mentally.

"W-why is it always me!" Ciel's voice wavered a bit and he was ashamed it did.

Mikan turned her gaze to Ciel in the same questioning gaze she gave to Sebastian. "What are you guys talking about? Why does it matter if a girl sits on a boy's bed? I do it all the time at the Institution with my friends."

The phrase 'could hear a pin drop' made itself clear at the moment to the only guys –well one boy and one guy actually, not that the previous would admit it— and for a moment, Sebastian contemplated in his decision to tell Mikan what it meant just to see his little master squirm but decided against it. If anything, that kind of talk should be given by a lady to another lady. As a demon he does not have any shame yet he was pretty sure his little master was not the same.

Oh, it rhymed.

In the end he said, "It is okay, Miss Mikan. This kind of talk will make itself clear to you when you're a little bit older."

Mikan, not to his surprise, took it easily. "Okay."

Minor crisis of the day; Averted.

"Sebastian, did you bring enough breakfast for the two if us?"

Truthfully he didn't but with his magic, he could easily copy the ones he already had or conjure some without anybody noticing by blocking their view of him doing it. He let his trademark smile of his took over his face and said "Of course, Young Master. What kind of butler would I be if I could not do something as simple as this?"

And the day went on.

Not for the first time, Sebastian reevaluated why he was posing as a butler for the sake of a mere, A-grade soul that despite being extremely delicious, was also extremely hard not to scream in frustration.

"You want me to infiltrate the camp? And obtain every single clue or information I could find in there no matter how useless it may seem? And you wish for me to do it alone?"

"Certainly not. Mikan will be coming with you. Really Sebastian, do not act like an idiot. It is unbefitting of a butler of Phantomhive standard," Ciel muttered as he carefully spooned the sinfully delicious Crème Brule that Sebastian made, not that he'll ever mention it.

Mikan who was also eating the same Crème Brule could only nod her confirmation and unneeded consent.

The slight twitch of his eyebrow seemed almost permanent at that moment.

"Say Sebastian, why aren't you smiling as usual?" asked Mikan one fine night while sitting on top of a tower near the camp site of the circus.

Sebastian didn't answer.

Mikan knew not to say anything by then.

They were on top of the tower, waiting for the camp site to lose its light and for the residents to sleep. The moon was high in the sky and the best of all, the moon was in its full form that night. Sebastian didn't move from his stand-up position except for the slight tilt towards the moon.

It shined. It shined brightly tonight and distantly, he could hear the wind's 'swish'ing around, making people hug the clothing on their body for possibly a small measure of heat in the harsh of winter. As a demon, he was unaffected by it and because Mikan had directed the cold to elsewhere, she was too.

Looking at the moon, he was reminded slightly of the Demon World where the moon was forever red making the realm the very epitome of what the humans always predicted it to be. When he was there, the moon never seemed important or as…beautiful, as sentimental as that sounds, as it was in the human world.

Having had enough of frivolous human-ish thought, he turned to the girl beside him who was, in the midst of his staring at the moon, had started her own staring at the huge white ball. Her eyes mirrored the moon, making it glint, making it seemed she was on her own little world where the only thing that existed was her and the ethereal beauty of the moon.

"Hey Sebastian, don't you want to see the human world's moon? It's beautiful, you know?"

He looked to his side and—

"Hey Sebastian, they've fallen—hey, are you okay? You looked a little pale."

Sebastian realized that he had been staring her for a while and quickly pulled himself back into reality. The Wind girl beside him was staring at him, questions filling her eyes. He quickly donned The Smile on his face and said, "I'm fine, Miss Mikan."

She didn't look like she believed it, he honestly didn't care if she didn't, but she shrugged and said, "Whatever then. Come on, it looks like they've fallen asleep. Now's our chance."

Sebastian cleared his throat discreetly and turned his eyes away from the girl and onto the field filled with camps and tents. The lights were all gone except for two but since those are simply for direction purpose probably, it was easily dismissed.

"Very well. Come Miss Mikan, we cannot be late for breakfast."

He could almost see the sight of his food in his eyes and deduced she was thinking of it. She suddenly eagerly nodded and said, "Yeah. We can't be late for that. Let's go!"

And off they went, Mikan flying using her wind and Sebastian seemingly effortlessly gliding in the air.

They landed safely in the middle of the camp site. Sebastian decided for the two of them that they would tackle the seemingly big tents and search them. They knew what they were supposed to be searching for so it took no time for the small planning and eventual split up. Mikan was in charge of the big tents of the east and north side of the site while Sebastian would be in charge of the east and south side of the campsite.

Sebastian walked softly, sure that no ordinary humans would hear him, as he walked to the first big tent he noticed when he was sitting on top of the tower. There were three of them and he was about to enter the first one.

The inside of the tent was everything like he imagined, occupied by two beds side by side and was apparently filled. He let his eyes glaze over everything and when he noticed nothing worthy of suspicion, he slowly closed the openings and backed away and just as fast stopped.

"My, my Mister Reaper, to what do I owe the pleasure of you being here?" he said as a Death Psyche pass through him. He showed no reaction except for the slight rise of his eyebrow and the smirk that took his face.

"I could smell you from far away. Go away, filthy demon. I will not have a demon roaming around without a collar while I am doing my investigation."

Sebastian's smirk grew and he slowly turned towards William, knowing that any suspicious movement could very well injure him –not kill of course— and turned his smirk into his innocent smile. "Mister William, I am here merely on my master's order. Surely we could strike some kind of deal?"

William only adjusted his glasses but Sebastian knew it was a 'you're below me but go on'.

"How about I never eat souls in your area ever again if you could just let me go for an hour?" he said, thinking that he could eat souls somewhere else. True, he had eaten souls in the shinigami's territory and yes, most of them somehow had quite the nice taste to it but it was just an area.

William moved his glasses again and this time, he narrowed his eyes at Sebastian and said, "Out of the question. Demons tempts with sugar-coated word and after that leaves them hanging and strands them in the abyss."

Sebastian sighed. 'Shinigami's are so stubborn.'

Suddenly the sound of light footsteps reached his ear, making him turned around. There it was Mikan, walking all confident to him. He could see that she was not worried she would be caught and he guessed that confidence stems from her definite training. How intriguing.

That thought was momentarily disturbed when he heard a barely distinguished gasp from behind. He swung back his gaze to the shinigami who was staring past him in shock. Sebastian took a stepped back and watched as William stared at Mikan like she was a ghost while she was giving him a look of again, questions. His demonic brain quickly began filling his head with questions. Sebastian opened his mouth, ready to ask when Mikan suddenly cuts him off.

"Hey Mister Shinigami, what are you doing here?"

If someone had replaced William with a statue, Sebastian doubt there would be much different. Except maybe the statue would be less ugly than the real one.

William snapped his head at Mikan and threw her a suspicious look. "How do you know about us, human? I don't smell any distinctive smell from you so you're a human." William finally looked like he had regained his composure and in a split second, his Death Psyche was cutting it close to Mikan's cheek. Mikan didn't move at all. "Tell me."

The Wind User continued to meet William's gaze and even smiled. "I'm a human who's not stupid, Mister Shinigami. Don't worry; think of me like you do of Ciel. Ciel knows about you too." The fact that her words portrayed that she had no doubt of what she was stating got the gears in Sebastian head moving. This Institution of hers must be investigated if they knew about the existence of shinigami. He would have to let the Young Master know about this too. But for now, he'll keep on watching.

"You must be one of those Institution students then if you know about us. Why are you out of that filthy place, girl?"

Mikan's smile got wider. "A rebellion."

The shinigami didn't look shocked. "I expected that."

"And you expected right."

William's staring eyes seemed to examine her and then he said, "What are you doing here?"

"Me and Sebastian are searching for some clues for our investigation." Apparently, she must have heard their earlier talks. Sebastian raised an internal eyebrow and vowed to ask her after this.

A silence grew between the two who continued to stare at each other. William with his judging gaze and Mikan with her silent smile and odd giddiness. An indefinite time passed and as if some kind of signal appeared, the two broke eye contact, instigated by William who turned to Sebastian with a look that said 'you're-below-me-and-now-I'm-talking-to-you'.

"Since she is here, you may go on with your order like the dog you are. At least you have a collar, even though your original master is not here." William gave her another soul-searching stare and turned away. Within seconds, he was back into his tent.

Once Sebastian heard the definite sound of rustling of a bed, he walked towards Mikan who still had that odd smile on her face. "Did you find anything?"

Like a switch being turned on, Mikan's smile was gone and she shook her head. "Nope. I didn't find it. All the tents that I went to were just tents for people. They must be important in the circus because most of them were the people I saw in the show. They must be the kind of really good ones to get a single tent all to them. I wonder if…" Mikan began trailing off, looking to the sky while not really looking at it.

Sebastian on the other hand felt good. At least the clues would be on his side of the search and thus would eliminate the possibilities that his search would be fruitless, something that he never had to deal with but something he had…trouble dealing with.

They had restarted their search for the needed clues. It was hours away before it was a decent time for normal humans to wake up. So far they had finished searching all the tents on Sebastian's side except for one.

Sebastian and Mikan were coming near to the only tent left when Mikan stopped him by a gesture of the hand. She put a finger to her lips when it looked like he was about to say something and tilted her head. Sebastian watched as she closed her eyes in concentration and decided to ask later.

A few minutes passed and all the while Sebastian was waiting patiently. He knew that whatever the girl was doing it was for a purpose and she knew not to be distracted by frivolous things so it must be important. Though it surprised him a bit that he didn't notice it.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, she opened her eyes and gave Sebastian an excited smile. "Sebastian, I've got something!"

Obviously.

He waited for her to continue and she didn't disappoint him.

"The wind told me that a guy, Joker if I'm not mistaken, told this one girl, probably Bee, Bay, Bes –something that starts with a B— that he was going to meet Father! The girl said they should stop doing whatever it is that this 'Father'," she said while quoting "orders them to do and she asked him to leave the circus with her. I think she likes him but I don't know for sure. What do you think Sebastian? Do you think she loves him? I think she do—"

"Mikan, the mission," he interrupted.

"Oh yeah."

He nearly let out a sigh then. Mikan was reliable but there had been times when she proved to be a scatterbrain worse than Finnian sometimes.

"Right. Anyway, this guy Joker said something about 'crossing over a mountain'. I don't know what that's about."

Sebastian gave her a narrowed look that told her to keep on going when he knew that she was about to ramble off goodness knows where. Mikan took this look as a warning and nodded.

"And then they said some stuff and it sounded like he had to go to see this 'Father' to give his usual reports. Then there were some sounds that sounded like hugging and he said that they 'can't turn back now'. Then he was off and she cried. It sounds to me cried a lot." Mikan nodded her head in sympathy yet somewhat not feeling any at all.

Sebastian nodded to himself and smiled. Looks like he had found a way where he no needs to go to the tent. But just to be safe...

"Miss Mikan, please scan the tent a bit and then when you are finished, wait for me on top of the tower where we were okay?"

Mikan lose the mock sympathy look and gave her soon-to-be-usual-questioning look. "Where are you going?"

"To find our potential tip off."

After all, what was better than a willing and weak human ready to spill her secrets to a demon?

He appeared on top of the tower about an hour later to the sight of Mikan sleeping on the roof while slightly floating. It was a good thing she was hidden well or else the city of London, at least the ones who have time or the idiots, would be thrown into frenzy of a sleeping, floating girl on top of the tower.

He kneeled beside the sleeping girl and gently shook her shoulders. He barely got passed the second shook when she snapped her eyes opened and threw him back onto his back. Sebastian gasped and was about to question her when a pair of hand began circling itself around his neck. He didn't outright respond to this and instead stared into the wide eye of the brunette.

"Miss Mikan, are you alright?"

The girl on top of him didn't respond. The only thing he got was a confused look on her face, as if she expected another face in front of her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Sebastian. Do you remember me?"

She had a more focused confused, like she was confused of the whole thing. Sebastian didn't take the moment to get up, knowing that she had the power to cut him up into tiny pieces. Even though he wouldn't die from that, he certainly wouldn't be up and about from that soon enough. Being a weak butler for such a troublesome master was a troublesome matter in itself.

"Sebastian…Ciel…" Her eyes seemed to slowly shine with recognition. Slowly but surely, she began came to sense of self. Sebastian let it happen gradually and naturally, content in a way he hadn't in a long time in this position. As soon as he thought of that, he threw it away at the back of his mind. To be reminded of that was ridiculous.

Finally, he was released from the cage of hands and was slowly lifted by nothing till he was on his feet. He ignored her fear to the whole matter and went ahead to use his magic to straighten his clothes. When he was done, he raised his eyes to lock it with the scared girl in front of him.

"Miss Mikan, are you feeling well right now?"

He watched as she looked to left and right and finally to him. Her eyes were still wide but now instead of with confusion and a bit of fear of something; it was because she was afraid of his reaction. Lucky for her, he was used to this.

Her hands began clutching to her hairs like a life line, making it all wild and disheveled that he just can't stop but to think it reminded him of—

"Sebastian!"

He looked to his side and—

"Mister Sebastian, please don't get mad. I beg of you, I'll do better! Please, please don't be angry with me!" Her hands were off her hair and were now on top of her head, as if she was afraid of being beaten in the head, as if she was used to it.

Sebastian snapped out of his reverie and kneeled in front of the scared girl that just now started to look like the little girl she was instead of a confident assassin. "Miss Mikan, stand up. A servant of the Phantomhive, even a temporary one, should not be on his or her knees like some kind filthy being. Come. The master will be expecting us."

At first, he wasn't sure if she heard him considering the hand covering her head also covered her ears but then she released her head and stared into him, still scared of the punishment she had guessed she would get. Sebastian got up from his kneeling position and let out a hand. She stared at the hand for a long time before hesitantly taking it.

"Come on, Miss Mikan. When we arrive at the townhouse, I shall prepare you hot milk with some honey. How does that sound?" He used his charming smile as he did with Ciel when he had one of his nightmares.

She didn't answer yet she didn't let go of his hand. Because of his and her height, it made her look short but he guessed she didn't even notice she was still holding onto his hand.

Sebastian truly let out a sigh and nudged forward with his hand. Soon they began jumping from one building to another. It was a few hours till dawn so they had enough time to slowly travel to the townhouse.

"With lots of honey please, Sebastian."

He smiled and noted that the hand in his tightened but never answered. After all, cavities are bad for children.

When they arrived at the townhouse, Sebastian stopped by the kitchen with Mikan in tow. They trailed in the house quietly, knowing that Souma had a keen ear and him knowing about their night escapades could be detrimental because everyone knows if it wasn't life threatening to Souma, the Indian butler would tell his 'God' everything.

While she wait as Sebastian whipped up some hot milk and honey, Sebastian was off wondering again in the revelation that was followed by Beast –yes, he recognized and memorized her from their brief encounter during the circus show. It was fascinating how human could be so truthful and so lip-loose when dealing with sadness and grief.

How fascinating.

The sound of the pot bubbling with milk shook him from his thoughts and he quickly turned the fire off, pours the milk into a cup and added some honey into it.

He placed the milk in front of her and she took gratefully. He watched as she sipped into it and nearly laughed when it showed that she had mustache milk. Mikan seemed to notice it and quickly raise her hand to wipe it away with her sleeve when Sebastian gently shoved a napkin into her hand.

"Wiping with ones clothes unless in dire circumstances is unbefitting of a lady. Since you are a temporary servant and also guest of the Phantomhive, you must learn the necessary manners to avoid the public from talking ill of the Phantomhive."

She nodded her understanding and began wiping the mustache milk. While she finished her milk, Sebastian did the dishes a bit and also Mikan's cup when she was finish of it. When he was done, he turned around, ready to escort her to her room as befitting of a butler when he saw that she was already asleep on the table. The milk had definitely worked its way into her exhaustion from the day.

He chuckled at the entire of it. The question he had planned to ask earlier could wait and so he moved closer to her. In one swift lift, she was in his arms, cradled like a lover would be. Sebastian closed the light to the room and in the dead of the night, carried her back to her room.

"She has met with the Shinigami. This was not calculated. It seemed the Shinigami still remembers her," the deep voice man said, the sound of cups clinking surrounding him.

The one with young girly-boy voice chuckled. "That idiot William wouldn't notice a thing. He'll be too busied by his mission and by the time he's done, the matter would be put away so far behind him that he wouldn't remember it."

"Shouldn't we have a backup plan? This was your idea and if this goes on, you would have the most to lose."

"Whatever."