HEHE. :D I am BAAAAAACK with a NEW CHAPTER! :D It took me near 4 whole days to write this thing. -.- Partially because I've been busy with A LOT of writing. : I remember the days when I'd be dying to write something. I wish I didn't have so many things at once. T-T I've this story, and my commonwealth essay, couple of other essays from my tuition class, and competitions. Yes, notice the plural? Competitions, one of which is to write a 500,000 word novel. *sigh* Wish me luck.

I still had time to write this though. :) Had a bit of a writer's block. Yours truly had no idea what was going to happen either. :D Like much of what I write, every chapter is pretty much impromptu. I surprise myself sometimes. :D Hoho. Now I shall commence copying and pasting my story from my piece of ripped, crumpled, dried from being soaked in the rain, paper that had definitely seen better days. :)

I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way whatsoever. :) Enjoy!

"You're taking an extravagant bit of my time to decide, aren't you?" Lacias muttered irritably. Ciel did not speak. He was busy ending the train of thought that passed through the perfect escape plan and brought it to him. Well, some of it at least. He knew what he had to do. Just request something completely impossible, and insist that nothing else. Only then, he would have to let him off because a contract won't work unless both parties were willing. He would get away scot-free, like nothing ever happened. He would forget ever feeling alone, ever. It would be okay.

Or so it seemed.

He found himself awash with emotion for a few moments at the thought of feeling alone, the naivety of thinking he would never feel alone again. It felt painful; almost physically. There was a numb thumping in tandem with his heartbeat near his temples. He disliked this feeling of emptiness. Of missing somebody, or something, which in this case would probably be Sebastian. Ciel, however, was more than just reluctant to admit this.

He wondered why.

He wanted so badly to wish the Sebastian could be by his side all the time, including these discriminating dreams of his. Of course, the alabaster demon would be fully capable of this. It was no big deal. It was just opening the gates to places such as this overgrown garden, or the crossroads of the previous eternal road, a little wider, just enough for one more person to fit through. He wanted so much to wish for Sebastian to be here fighting for him, killing the loneliness eating him inside out. Only Sebastian had the right to consume any part of his soul. At these thoughts, the depths of his nose burned painfully, pushing out tears from the child's reserved, inactive glands. It hurt very much to cry, unaccustomed to the foreign symbol of weakness. It was so long since he had felt the salty droplets sliding down his cheeks.

It was only then that Ciel realised he was crying. He felt so weak it was revolting. He felt disgusted by the tears damp on his cheeks. He knew too well that he had long forsaken the liberty to cry.

He hastily rubbed his tears off his face and out of his eyes, sniffing a few times and mildly regaining his composure. He thought, with valid reason, that Lacias would be laughing, or at least smirking at his unmanly act that had completely shattered whatever little stability he managed to pull off. However, the demon did not have the slightest trace of one on his pale face. as Ciel realised in surprise when he looked up. Said demon had an unreadable, stony expression on his face. It was solemn, quiet and as unreadable as before, something that made Ciel's insides squirm.

"Are you sure of what you're asking me?" Lacias finally replied. The question came softly, lightly, not burdened with any worry or hesitation. His face was horrifically tranquil and peaceful, nothing of the disbelief Ciel had expected projected on the former's face.

Ciel's plan was not working. Come to think of it, it was a pretty naive one. Not just pretty, it was too naive. But the boy did not think so, for his mind was not capable of specifically distinguishing what was absurd and what was not, deciding if something made sense or did not. He was ensnared in a dream that was not his mind's to command, and like they always say, dream on.

"Revive his parents," Lacias turned to the statue, looking at it as if in due respect for it, "the boy says." He said in an unnaturally loud, gloating voice.

"So be it," Lacias said, leering at Ciel with his red, vulpine eyes. "You have named your condition, so have I. There is nothing more to stall this wonderful moment any longer."

And I am doneeee. :)))) I am so obsessed with this thing. ._. too obsessed. HAHA. My mind is swimming with it. I shall start on the next chapter pronto. :3 When I say that, I mean now. :D Which is good news to you! For all you know you might get another chapter by the end of today! 3 I wonder what's going to happen next. O_o

That's that. 8) Remember to review! And thanks for reading~