((I apologize for the delay in this update, everyone! I've been pretty sick so I haven't been able to update my FanFic's, but I'm getting to all of them now! Enjoy!))

*Ciel's POV*

The crimson reaper had left the demonic child to his own devices after that. Ciel took this time to think on Grell's words, trying to pick the informed parts out of the speech. His mind, however, was far too exhausted to think on the reaper's words to any useful degree.

Ciel nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand fell to rest on his shoulder, opening his eyes to realize that it was Sebastian standing there, a small smile on the butler's face. "Grell told me where to find you," he explained calmly, "Are you ready to go home now, master? A month on the streets of London couldn't have done well for your health."

Nodding, the younger demon slowly stood from his spot in the alley, nearly collapsing; Sebastian caught him, just like he always had, scooping the boy up into his arms. The older demon sighed, "Lets get you home, then…"

*Ciel's POV*

The next morning, Ciel found himself sitting in his bedroom at the Phantomhive Manor, talking with his butler about the last thing he wanted to talk about: the Undertaker.

"I don't want to discuss this," he'd pointed that out a few times now, but Sebastian was relentless. His azure eyes narrowed in annoyance at the butler spoke again.

"My lord, all it would take is an apology and I'm sure that he would forgive you," Sebastian sighed, frowning at the younger demon, "Old habits die hard—"

Ciel cut him off, "I understand, alright?" He rubbed his temples in an attempt to ease the headache that was forming from his stress, sighing heavily, "If I tell you I'll apologize, will you leave me alone?"

*Undertaker's POV*

"I'm telling you, 'Taker, if you'd just apologize to the kid, he'd get over it and come back," Grell was arguing with the mortician, just as Sebastian and Ciel had been bickering about the whole thing. "What do you have to lose other than him and your stupid pride?"

The funeral director glared, his silver bangs swept to one side as he snapped, "I have nothing to apologize for, Grell." After all, it was Ciel that had tried to order him into doing something. What did that stupid, selfish demon think he'd been doing? There was no reason for the Undertaker to not be upset—

"You sure as Hell do," Grell's argument broke the other reaper's train of thought, "You told him that what you were doing wasn't any of his business. You threw just as many bullets as he did, 'Taker." The crimson reaper shook his head in annoyance, "Don't you get it? You two are walking in circles here and unless you apologize, I'm highly doing the kid's gonna."

Undertaker sighed heavily, shielding himself in his cloak and his eyes behind his hair again, keeping the other reaper from reading his thoughts, "There's no telling that he'll even come back, Grell—"

"—Exactly!" Sutcliff snapped, his eyes narrowing once again, "Do you have any idea how much that brat cares about you? And you can't tell me you don't care about him - you wouldn't take in a miserable demon without a good damned reason. So just…" The reaper gestured vaguely with his hands, searching for the words, "Just apologize already!"

The mortician let out a sigh, pursing his lips as he gave in, "If this blows up in my face, I'm going to feed your heart to Cerberus, Grell Sutcliff."