(AN: This has NOTHING to do with the chapter called Alois, doppelganger. Nothing, zilch, nada. It's just in Alois; doppelganger Alois saw his twin now Ciel is seeing his, thus the similar titles. Read on :3)

Ciel's day started out normal enough. He got out of bed, was showered, dressed, and was at the table eating a finely prepared meal both prepared and served by Sebastian. Mae-rin was breaking all the plates, Bard was burning the kitchen, and Finnian was being well…indulgent with his strength. Yes, just a normal day in his boring old house, where everything is the same and he was lucky if one thing went wrong. Yes, just another letter from the queen, another divine meal, another "yes, my lord." Ciel actually yawned when he took a bite of the perfectly poached ostrich eggs.

Too perfect. Too normal. Everything was monotonous now. They left, they two, Sebastian and he, as they did every day, side by side. Ciel didn't mind Sebastian's company or the man himself, he was a rather good conversationalist and always had a head for business, politics, and debating but he was completely abnormal and yet he was so rigidly meticulous in his work. A satanic butler, ritualistic and impure, unholy, ungodly, unfit for society. Sometimes these words were thrown at Ciel to the discontentment of both he and Sebastian.

Ciel straightened his cape, flipped up the collar, settled his hat upon his head and walked in step with his submissive, faithful, and ever presentable butler. Always in sync, always side by side, never did you see Ciel alone or with anyone else. When you thought of the young Earl you would usually see his smirking butler, in the shadows, hand upon his heart, bowing to his master.

"Master, how are we planning to get any information out of Grell? You now he's hopeless, there's no point in violence with him and he won't give us any information."

"Remember that trade you mentioned yesterday? Well, that's how."

"Right…how could I forget? Sigh…as you wish, master. Though, I must say I won't enjoy one moment, but if I couldn't do a simple task as giving myself up to another person for a day in favor of information, well, what kind of butler would I be?"

"Today's a nice day for a walk, I'm glad to get out of that house for a while."

"Yes I agree, the weather is favorable, not too hot yet not to cold, perfect."

"It could use a light breeze though. What's all that commotion up there? "

"It looks like a young boy, about your age; he seems to be running from something."

"Running from something? Do you think maybe he stole something?"

"I haven't the slightest…Master, look out; he seems to be coming your way."

"Stop! STOP! You're going to run into me! Stop I said!"

"Young master, look out!"

Sebastian had been too late to prevent the boy colliding with his young lord but he had made sure that the lord didn't fall to the ground and break his fragile head. Ciel looked up to see Sebastian's eyes slightly rounded, fear lurked within them as he held on tightly to Ciel.

"Master…are you hurt?"

"Let go Sebastian I can stand on my own."

'Of course you can, you can stand on your own two proud legs, never wobbling, never falling, needing no support, nothing to lean on. Now that's my young master, ever strong and self-reliant.'

"I say, watch where you're going, you idiot, didn't you see me coming? I told you to stop."

Sebastian wiped off dust and dirt from Ciel's clothing. The boy was a poor commoner by the look of his clothes, they really couldn't see his face, they didn't care to look; they had been in a hurry.

"Are you listening to me?" Ciel asked, his voice on the edge of frustration

"I think the boy is knocked out, master."

"Damn, well that ruins my whole day," He cursed, hand on his forehead, feeling a migraine peeking.

The young boy started stirring, shaking off his injuries. 'Just like my master, just shake it off, pretend it's not there, ignore the pain, and soon it will dull and disappear.'

"Oh wait, look, he's come to. Are you alright, young lad, you took quite the tumble."

"You should watch where you go next time. I mean really you ran right…into….me…"

The face of the boy was cast in the sunlight, his sullied yellow hair caught the rays of the sun, his face a glow, the sun was highlighting all this features, and those sparks of blue that were his eyes were vibrant, electric, shocked. It was the boys features that made Ciel loose his train of thought and go off track. The boy looked identical to he, every little bit. True, the boy was blonde, and his face and mannerisms portrayed somebody youthful but there was pain in those eyes, such pain and misery, a history, a story was told within those eyes. A moon glow of blue upon a light peach canvas. How it was that somebody looked so indistinguishably like hi was unfathomable.

The boy was excited, now on his two feet, bouncing up and down and spinning, arms out wide, his smile was addictively catchy. Sebastian had no words. Here stood a blonde version of his master, a true copy…well, almost. His master was special and even though they looked strikingly similar there were minute details her and there that made them worlds apart, most people couldn't tell unless they had lived with the Earl for a while and Sebastian might as well had known him his whole life. Sebastian was his journal, his diaries, his notes, his heart, his soul, his secret keeper, his confidant and the butler couldn't be more proud of this fact. Still, how was it that there was a duplicated young lord clad in rags with a fair-haired mop on his head?

"Ciel…it's you. Finally I get to meet you up close. Oh man, what do I say? Um…'Ello, I suppose. Oh golly, is that a stupid thing to say, but I'm about to piss my pants I'm so happy!"

Now this was confusing, the boy knew Ciel? Things would get interesting now, thought Sebastian. Ciel raised an eyebrow, still trying to pull himself together after looking in a funhouse mirror.

"Uh…do I….do I know you?"

"No, acourse not, I'm just your average, run of the mill, penniless boy. Nothing special about me."

His accent was thick, Sebastian noticed, he grew up in the more rough parts of England yet he had somewhat of a London-new world British slang. He didn't have that aristocratic annunciation that the master had. So fluid, flawless, so very stuck-up and snobbish yet it made him prominent and so likable.

"Then how is it you know my young lord, you seem awfully excited to meet him."

"Don't worry Sebastian; I'm excited to meet you too! But it's really Ciel I want."

Now it was Sebastian's turn to wonder what the hell was going on. The young boy could possible know Ciel from the news or spoken word but as to how he knew HIS name he had no clue. Ciel and Sebastian thought the same thing though. That this was an accomplice of Drocell or Grell or just another freak who wanted Ciel in some sexual way.

"Ah god, not another one…"

The boy had no visible weapons and looked innocent enough, in fact he looked as confused as they were. He was in a position of a dog showing his stomach. He was vulnerable. He laughed like the tinkling of bells, so childish, nothing like the almost sadistic laughter of his master. Sebastian let his guard down, if only for a minute.

"Oh you guys, I'm not going to kill you or kidnap you. If you wanna know how I know you it's simple, really, but it's kind of a long story that goes with it. I'll try to shorten it up but first things first; I suppose I oughta introduce myself. The names Alois Trancy, if you please, no need to introduce yourself."

So now they had a name, and the name was slightly familiar. While doing the case of Jack the Ripper they came across a group of prostitutes, one of which was Hannah Annafellows, also called the Sheath. She had said she was taking care of a little boy, that they all were, and that she was scared the ripper might come and kill her, leaving this boy, an Alois Trancy, all alone. What connection did he have with Grell and Drocell? What more would be revealed?

When Ciel questioned him again on how Alois knew him he got the answer he never expected. It was he who was the thing or person under the floorboards, in that trap door, it was he Sebastian saw scurrying back into the darkness, it was he who was the thing Ciel needed. Alois shared Ciel's thoughts when he said they might have been hiding him because they looked the same. This only deepened the mystery. The plot was thickening; the puzzle had too many pieces. Why did they look the same? Why hide that fact? Ciel had to know more about Alois. Alois seemed like the kind of boy to comply, he was a nice kid, and just like Cecil and himself he had this steely, cold resolve in his eyes that mirrored him.

The two went off to find somewhere to sit and chat, to reveal all the secrets that lie behind each other's matching eyes, unbeknownst to the danger that lurked close in the shadows.