Finally got the inspiration to write the next chapter :D haha i recently wrote a Naruto oneshot for Itachi and Sakura. I think part of the ending is bloody sad ._. Yeah. ANYWAY IF YOU KNOW WHO THOSE TWO ARE PLEASE READ IT AND REVIEW :D And i hope you like this chapter. Hahaha in my part of the world, the time now is 2.50a.m. appreciate me. and review :D

A small flicker of surprise stained the cold lavender eyes and the side of the angel's mouth quirked up in an amused smirk. 'Ah. You remember me.'

Ciel's breathed hitched at the familiar voice—soothing but smoothly threatening. 'Why are you here? Why am I here? What do you want? Where am I? Answer me.'

'You sure do ask many questions,' the angel stepped forward on the crumbling pathway where they stood as Ciel stumbled backwards with every one of his forward steps.

'I want the answers to those questions.' Ciel's tone was leveled and calm, but inside he was a plethora of fear and ice. Here was the one who had been trying to purify him, to kill him. The one who had supposedly had his wings torn off and guts pulled out by Sebastian. But he was standing in front of him now, with a confident smile and flawless features, as if the past had never existed.

Ash studied the boy's cracking façade and laughed darkly. 'It's not over, Ciel Phantomhive.'

What's not over? What's he talking about? 'Wait—'

But the angel was already gone.

His eyes snapped open and Ciel lifted his head off the desk of his study, feeling a single drop of cold sweat trail down the side of his forehead. 'What the hell just happened…'

He stood up and his chair made a muffled sound as it was pushed back over the thick carpet. He took the few steps to the window and pushed the glass open, leaning outside, letting a small whisper of the cold night breeze filter in.

He shivered and looked up. The moon stared back at him menacingly. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was only around five in the morning, and he was feeling tired and drained. But he couldn't fall back asleep again.

After he convinced himself that what happened had been a dream, he was quite sure he didn't want Ash invading his head while he was sleeping.

'What might Bocchan be doing now?'

In a moment of shock, Ciel whirled around to the door, where the demon stood, slightly bowed, his crimson eyes studying the boy's face with the slightest hint of concern, which Ciel could not detect.

'What are you doing here, at this time!'

'I felt Bocchan's unease and thought I should check on you. If everything is fine, I should take my leave now.' The butler attempted to exit the room.

'Sebastian!'

The demon stopped and turned back to the Earl. 'Is anything the matter?'

'I want tea.'

A smirk played on Sebastian's lips as he bowed again. 'I understand.'

Ciel didn't relax his rigid posture until the butler had completely left the room, and he turned back to the window, pulling it close. Settling back in his chair, he cracked the drawer of his desk open and placed the pile of envelopes inside the compartment onto his table, like a small mound of parchment papers.

One by one, he opened the envelopes and scanned the contents. He recognized the handwriting, but he definitely did not recognize the words on them. They made no sense, and it made him feel like he was reading someone else's life story. Even he could tell that the raw emotion in those words, packed in those thin lines, was big, and he didn't understand why the connection between the boy in the letters and his butler was so deep.

He's just a servant… but the me before doesn't seem to think so.

There was a knock on his door before it opened to reveal Sebastian with a silver food tray. The butler noticed the pile of envelopes but decided not to show any comments lest a raise of the eyebrow, before he set the cup in front of Ciel and filled the fragile porcelain with the dark, fragrant liquid.

'This is English Breakfast tea, Bocchan. Would you like some muffins as accompaniment to the beverage?'

'No. I'm fine.'

The butler stood by the side as he sipped the tea and stared at the letter he had opened in front of him. He looked up at Sebastian. 'Do you remember this?'

'Yes, Bocchan. I believe you wrote them.'

'Why did I write this?'

The question caught Sebastian off guard and he blinked, slightly stunned. 'I think it's best if you find out the reason yourself, Bocchan.'

'Do you know who Ash is?'

At that, a streak of fluorescent violet flashed in the demon's eyes and he took one step closer to the boy. 'Why does Bocchan wish to know?'

'You know who he is,' Ciel looked away as he confirmed the fact for himself.

'Is there any particular reason why Bocchan would like to know?'

'He's back.'

Sebastian felt the temperature in the room get lower. 'Bocchan?'

'He was in my dream. I saw Her Majesty. She was telling me about purifying the world while we were in the lift up the Eiffel Tower. She was telling me about how she was the one to kill my parents.' Ciel held a look of genuine confusion on his face. 'I don't understand. Why did she call us the countries worst points? Were my parents really killed?' he looked pointedly at Sebastian. 'I still don't really understand why you're here. How did you come about, I'm still not sure.'

'Calm down, Bocchan.' Sebastian placed a gloved hand over the letter Ciel was reading, catching his attention. 'What did you mean by Ash-san being in your dream?'

'He told me it wasn't over.'

'Ash-san did?' Sebastian frowned. 'He's finally finished regenerating, has he?'

'Regenerating?'

'Ash-san is an angel. No matter how serious their injuries get, they don't die because they're immortals. I may have ripped out his wings and gutted him, but if he is given a couple of centuries, they will regenerate, and it will be as if nothing has happened to him.'

'He has completed his regeneration,' Ciel realized. 'And now he wants revenge.'

'I think you might be right, Bocchan.'

'Sebastian.' Ciel stood up. 'I'm tired, I'm going to rest.'

'Of course,' the butler followed the Earl to his bedchamber and helped him to get dressed into his nightshirt, tucking him in.

Holding the candelabra, Sebastian stood up and headed for the door.

'Sebastian.'

'What's wrong now, Bocchan?'

'Stay with me until I fall asleep.'

Sebastian's eyebrows raised, the phrase triggering a memory from the past. 'Oh? Is Bocchan showing his vulnerable side to me?'

'Shut up,' Ciel grunted, annoyed. 'It's an order.'

With a small chuckle, Sebastian returned to the bedside and knelt on one knee, putting his gloved hand to his chest. 'Yes, my Lord.'

A/N: okay, so i think that was kind of cute :D Ciel and Sebastian^^ awwwwww :D *spazz* please reviewww. I wanted this fic to have 90 reviews before i updated, but then, see, it's not 90, but im updating :D im so nice :D anyway please review! my new goal: by the time this fic ends, i hope i get 100 reviews :D THANK YOU. its my motivation to live :D (just being dramatic now) anyway JUST REVIEW :D