Hello~ ^^ Heh, I spent a bunch of my time writing this yesterday and didn't compete the assignment I didn't know was due for today... And now here I am still writing and finishing it today, just because I love you guys so much~ As always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please feel free to leave me feedback 'cause I love hearing it! Umm, I'm super surprised by the length of this chapter; it might be my longest yet (either this one or ch7)! I hope that you enjoy it even though I know some don't like super long chapters but if I cut it in half, it'd have a weird flow to it (I think...). Oh and there's a ton of Grell in the beginning, so YAY if you like him ^^ Sebastian is pretty much in this whole chapter too, but no Alois :( I honestly don't know if he'll have too much of a major role for the next few chapters but we'll see... So yeah. Instead of listening to my babbling, you'd probably rather I just shut up and you can read the chapter.

P.S. English Honors is a BITCH. If you consider going into it, BE WARNED. Maybe it's just my teacher, though. She's intimidating as Hell O.O She's this older, very proper styled lady and I haven't even seen her smile once. Super super scary and stressful and I'm pretty sure I failed my paragraph today because the subject was so fricking hard... -_-;

P.P.S. Oh and there's a yaoi scene at the bottom but it's not very graphic in my opinion so I'm almost 100% sure it's still 'T' rating. Just thought I'd mention it if you're, I dunno, squeamish or something ^^;

Warnings*Mature language, sexual scenes, Yaoi, a couple OCs :( , gore, spoilers for whole manga/anime

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, Yana Toboso does (she's brilliant. Love her.)

~3rd Person POV~ After Zachary gets back from the demon realm but before William gets arrested…

Grell is walking past Zachary's office when he hears his name mentioned. Frowning and not approving of talking about him behind his back, he cautiously looks around and when he sees that no one is watching, he presses his ear close to the door.

"…now we have the evidence to put Sutcliff behind bars, and ultimately exiled. We just have to show the boss the proof that he helped that demon." That is definitely Zachary's voice ringing through the door, though he sounds like he is trying to keep his voice a little lower.

"Are you sure we should trust that thing?" A younger voice asks. Grell tries to pick out who it belongs to but is unsuccessful.

"Yes, they usually pride themselves on never lying. Now go away. I'm going to confront Dresdner about it soon after I finish with this."

Grell wastes no time in racing back down the other way of the hall as he hears two simultaneous 'yes, sir's. Once he's sure he won't be found out by those two, he pauses to reflect the situation, his eyes wide and heart beating rapidly.

Zachary really knew, and this time he's found evidence, apparently. Now, the logical thing to do would be to cut Zachary up into little chunks with his Death Scythe, but that would result in more paper work and getting into trouble with William, yet again. So, Grell decides he should run away. If he can't face his problems directly, then Grell figures he'd just have to hide from them.

Grell nods his head once in satisfaction with his plan and walks rapidly out of the front door. It would not do well to dilly-dawdle around until Zachary tells Dresdner on him, resulting in him getting exiled. A shiver passes through him at the thought. This truly is more serious than he is willing to admit, so he ignores it and races to his apartment.

Being the brilliant actress he is, Grell is sure he can pull off the awkward butler he once played while he 'served' Madame Red. Grell smiles softly as he removes his beloved red coat he had taken from the corpse of that magnificent lady that had so disappointed him.

"Ahh Madame, we could've had something beautiful…" he murmurs softly as he folds the jacket and places it in a black brief case looking bag. Then Grell grabs his boring black jacket and pulls it over his body. Doing up the buttons carefully, Grell heads towards the bathroom.

He reaches under the cabinets and pulls out a packet of brown hair dye. Oh how he wishes he would never have had to use this dreadful stuff again. Covering his radiant rouge hair in this dull brown is always a scarring experience for him, but Grell knows he has to if he wants to pull off his plan. It's lucky no one saw him the last time he pulled off this appearance; not even William had seen him, for he had come after Grell had revealed himself.

Running the dye through his hair carefully to coat every strand, the Shinigami then runs a comb through it as well to get any extra pile up of the odd liquid. It's an invention that only the Shinigami had so far: liquid hair dye (not that gooey stuff humans use) that comes out when wetted. Grell wonders briefly if he has time to blow dry his hair but decides against it, towel drying it instead. Then he realizes he got excess dye all over the towel and throws it in the garbage can in frustration.

Grell pulls his hair back and ties it up, leaving a few loose strands in front. He pouts at the sight of brown hair again and then realizes he'll have to take off his make up as well or else he would receive bizarre looks from others. Pouring make up remover onto a cotton ball, he wipes it off gently. There. Now the only things determining who he is are his ruby glasses. Grell replaces them with the simple glasses he had worn before completing his exam at the Shinig'academy and is once again that timid butler he had been a century ago. He places his glasses preferred in his bag.

Step one, disguise: complete. Now, step two would be to pack up necessities and to leave. Looking in his closet, Grell stares with a stumped look. Only necessities, only necessities… Then a thought hits him.

I have mansions all around the world, why would I even need to pack? So instead, he grabs what little hair dye is left, his mini scissors of DEATH~ just in case he needs a Death Scythe (using his chainsaw would've been a dead give away), a mirror and a bottle of mascara.

All right, he's set. Grell walks out the door into the afternoon sun, taking his key with him and locking the door. Quite suddenly, he has the unexplainable urge to go see William before he leaves. However, he should've thought of that before he put on his disguise. If William sees him in it, it'll blow his cover. That said, he still doesn't know what Will is hiding from him! Grell bites his lip nervously. Is it worth it to see Will one last time before he leaves?

Before he can change his mind, he's sprinting down the back alleyways and hiding in the large shadows of the buildings, making his way back to his work building. It's not like they'd recognize him anyway; he can just say he's a student if anyone does bother him. As he approaches the building, he goes to the backside, knowing that William's office faces the view and not the main city. Grell starts scaling the building, using his incredible balance to jump from the ledges under the windows to go up the floors. William's office is on the eleventh floor, twenty-sixth room to the right. Grell only knows this because he tends to sneak into his office many times when he wishes to see William but does not want to actually have to walk through the building and get coerced into doing paperwork.

Approaching the slightly opened window silently, Grell is about to push his way through it when he hears a voice.

"William T. Spears, you are under arrest for conspiring with Grell Sutcliff in the allowances of a demon into our realm and our Library, permitting it to read Cinematic Records, lying outright to the Board about evidence for this crime, protecting a guilty man and for altering another Shinigami's Cinematic Record." That's Dresdner's voice! Wait, Will altered a Shinigami's Record? When was that?

Then it clicks. That's what Will had been hiding from him. Grell suddenly feels as if he is crushed by guilt. Will is being arrested…because he had been trying to protect him! No, this isn't fair. But… what good what it do to turn himself in as well?

"Do you deny these claims?" Dresdner asks sternly.

"…No, sir," William says after a moment.

Dresdner nods his head towards Zachary, who in turn produces a pair of handcuffs while wearing a shit-eating grin, in Will's opinion. In fact, William would very much like to rub his face in shit and see if he would still be grinning like that, but it's rather impossible at the moment.

Regret floats in William's mind. Damn it, I knew that was an idiot idea. Grell, you bastard, why the hell can't you ever follow the damn rules for once? However, he can't find it in himself to regret the fact that he did it for Grell. No, he's pissed because he should've taken the time to perfect his writing. Such a stupid, silly mistake because he was too lazy to cover his tracks flawlessly. And now here he is, paying for it by being sent to prison.

With a click, the handcuffs are locked tightly around Will's wrist, digging into his flesh and leaving burning red marks. It heals quickly of course, but it's still an inconvenience.

Then Carmine bursts through the door. "I can't find Sutcliff!" he yells desperately, out of breath. "I've searched his office, but nobody's seen him lately. I've sent some other members of the Board to search his apartment, but he doesn't seem to be in the building."

"What?" Dresdner shouts. "He should be here! There's no way he could know we're looking for him. SPEARS!" he roars, his calm demeanor now lost as he glares at the man who shattered his trust so perfectly.

"What is it, Sir?" William drawls emotionlessly, unmoved by the furious Shinigami. However, his mind is in a frenzy. Grell escaped? How? I shouldn't be surprised though, of course he'd just leave at the first sign of trouble. Why should he get scolded when I can take the blame? Does he even realize how many times I've saved his ass―!

"Where is Sutcliff? I demand you tell me!" Dresdner says loudly.

Outside, Grell flinches. That had been too close. If he had taken the time to blow dry his hair like he had wanted to originally, they would've caught him.

"I honestly have no idea where Sutcliff is at the moment. Even though I may seem it, I'm not his baby sitter and do not care at all where he goes in his free time as long as his work gets handed in on time."

Grell winces slightly. Ouch, William~.

Dresdner lets out a frustrated noise. "Damn. Carmine, you spread the word that if Sutcliff is seen, he is to be apprehended and taken immediately to us. Also, warn those who do not know that they should not try to take him on alone as he's far too dangerous for that. I don't care if he's barely hanging onto life, just as long as they get him to me."

Will's eyes sharpen at those harsh words. His boss has just given permission to basically kill Sutcliff on sight; that is, if they are able to. William has seen him fight and knows all to well what that gender confused idiot is capable of. If anyone is unlucky enough to chance upon him, they had better have a large group of Shinigami or else Sutcliff will literally tear them to shreds.

His thoughts are broken as he's shoved rudely forward, forced to walk in front of Dresdner and Zachary down the hall. By now, everyone has heard of the commotion and is wondering what there boss could be shouting about. They're stunned by the sight of their superior, William T. Spears, walking down the hallway with his head held high and hands cuffed behind his back. William. T. Spears is being arrested? There's no way that can be true, he's always so by the book, there's just no way. And yet, there he is…

Grell stands on the ledge solemnly, letting the hot sun glare down on him. William… There would be a change of plans, it seems. Before Grell can run away and hide, he'd have to rescue Will first.

Now, what did he know about where they were taking Will? It isn't usually too heavily guarded because the prison cells are made out of neutralizing material that Shinigami's are unable to break. That is the main dilemma: how is he supposed to get Will out of there when he isn't even able to bring down the cell?

He needs something or someone that isn't related to Shinigami, and that's where Sebas-chan comes in. Surely Grell can find a way to get his Sebby-chan to help him save Will. Grell casts one last glance at William's window before chopping a passage way to his manor in Paris. Jumping through it, his world is white for a brief moment.

Autumn trees begin to fade into view and he's beside at mansion again. He looks around and frowns when he can't sense the demon's presence here. Taking off at a run, he opens the front door of the building. Grell spots a maid who's frozen to the spot at the sudden burst into the entrance.

"Anne-Marie, where is Sebas-chan?" Grell demands as he saunters over to the stunned maid.

She stutters out, "Monsieur, y-you can not just barge in 'ere!"

Grell blinks and then remembers his disguise. "Anne-Marie, c'est moi, Grell. I'm in disguise, but that's beside the matter. Where has my darling Sebas-chan gone? I don't sense him here."

"Mademoiselle Grell?" she asks nervously. "A-ah, excuser-moi, s'il vous plait ! I 'ave not seen Master Sebastian or Ciel since you left. Master Alois was 'ere up until last night but zen he disappeared!"

"What?" Grell gets out, surprised. Where had Sebas-chan run off to with the brat? They could honestly be anywhere. What's strange is that they left that kid― Alois― here, who seems to have disappeared as well. Sarcastically, he says, "Well this is just great! Now William is going to be stuck in prison and exiled because of me! I need to help him, but I need Sebas-chan to do that…"

Anne-Marie bows apologetically, uneasy as she notices her Master seems to almost be shaking and holding back tears. She must be quite desperate to save William. Formally, Anne-Marie has never actually met this William, though she has heard stories about him from Mademoiselle Grell. It's such a romantic tale that Anne-Marie can't help but feel terribly upset that the man Mademoiselle cares so much for is in trouble.

I'm so fucking useless, Grell thinks angrily and in a fit of rage, he turns and drives a fist through the marble pillar, snarling as it cuts through the delicate flesh of his hand. He shakes his hand out, the blood splashing over the floor. Then the Shinigami hears Anne-Marie gasp and he turns to face her, expecting to see her bewildered by his act. Instead, he sees her staring fearfully at something behind him.

Grell whips around to find Sebastian standing there, a deadly aura around him. His eyes are glowing a demonic red and his lips are curled back in a furious growl revealing sharp teeth similar to those of a wolf's. Sebastian's entire face looks like its slightly hidden in shadows and the light around him is actually darker, as if some force is pushing it away.

"You," the demon hisses and grabs Grell's front jacket, not even bothering to question his odd appearance. "You are going to help me get into Heaven."

Grell snarls back at him. "No."

Sebastian's eyes narrow and flash dangerously, the shrunken pupils focused completely on Grell. "What?"

"I said no. Release me this instant, Sebas-chan," Grell snaps, not liking being demanded to do things. Sebastian's coldness is usually a major turn-on for him, but this…this is different. Grabbing Grell and ordering him to do something like a slave, Grell most certainly is not okay with this attitude towards him. Sebastian isn't even his normal cold, he's lethally serious at the moment and the Shinigami doesn't like this change in his demeanor.

Instead of listening to Grell, Sebastian pulls him closer so that he's almost touching noses with him. "If you don't help me I will tie you up and rip your precious manicured nails off one at a time and set fire to your hair," he whispers.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Grell glares at him before slapping him as hard as he can. When the demon's head whips to the side with the force, Grell feels an ounce of triumph come over him. Then Sebastian raises his eyes to his own and it quickly dissipates. In less than a second, the demon has him shoved up against a wall, using enough pressure to start cracking the bones in the wrists he's pinned there.

Grell's head falls back as a quiet moan of pain escapes his lips. The demon doesn't loosen up but puts more pressure on his delicate wrists. He can hear another crack and a gasp escapes his lips at the agony. Grell tries to tell himself that there's nothing erotic about having this delicious demon pushing him up against a wall, except he can't help but feel a little aroused as Sebastian's breath passes across his lips.

"They've taken him," Sebastian says quietly, after a moment.

Grell's eyebrows furrow and he looks like he's going to say something but instead his eyes suddenly clench and he hisses as the demon unintentionally clenches his hands. Realizing this, Sebastian loosens his grip and Grell reopens his eyes after a moment. "H-huh?" he releases his breath shakily.

"The Angels have taken my Bo-chan," Sebastian says with more force. "I want him back but I am unable to get into Heaven."

Grell looks at him with mixed emotions. "Why do you care so much for that kid?" he asks, a sad tone to his voice. "No other demon would go to such lengths for a mere meal, though that's not what he means to you, is it? You're going to get yourself killed―"

"Why do you go to such lengths for Spears? Do not be such a hypocrite, Grell. I heard you say he's been apprehended and you want to get him out, even though you'll be risking your life going up against your own kind," Sebastian says.

Grell chuckles humorlessly. "I'm willing to go to such lengths because I love him¸ Sebastian. Are you saying you love Ciel?" His face turns into a snarl. "Damn it, Sebas-chan, you're not supposed to love the human boy!"

Sebastian's face darkens. "What a ridiculous notion. Demons do not love. I will admit to having a slight infatuation with him because he has escaped me for so long that I need to have him. That said, I am not willing to let him redeem himself and join his family in Heaven."

Grell stares at him. "That's cruel, Sebas-chan. What if he's happy there? Have you ever thought he might want to be with his family?"

Sebastian pauses and his eyes widen slightly before narrowing again. "No. He wouldn't be happy there. He belongs with me in the darkest corner of Hell. And what should I care about the boy's happiness? Once I devour him, none of this will even matter. Besides, you are being hypocritical again." Grell's own eyes narrow as he waits for the demon to continue. "What about Spears? Have you ever thought he might be happier if you weren't around?"

"What are you talking about?" Grell cries out, enraged. "William loves me―"

Sebastian sneers. "Are you so sure about that? All those times he's called you a nuisance, are you sure he wasn't serious? What about the times that he hits you because your mere presence annoys the shit out of him? Surely someone who loves you would not be so cruel. To him you are nothing more than a useless employee who gives him extra paper work and overtimes. You mean nothing to him― less than nothing."

Every sentence Sebastian had spoken is like a dagger to his heart. During his speech, Grell's head had dropped to stare at the flooring. Slowly, he raises it back up and says to Sebastian quite calmly, "Let me go, Sebas-chan. Let me go this instant."

As Grell's tear filled eyes meet his, Sebastian feels his grip go loose on the reapers wrists and Grell walks past him, stopping with his front turned away. A few moments later, he speaks up again, looking back at Sebastian.

"Maybe you are right, Sebas-chan, and Will doesn't love me, but I know I love him. For now, that's enough for me. I have an eternity to spend with the one I care most about― unlike you. Even if you do manage to get Ciel back, you'll devour his soul. If you decide to let him live, he'll die of old age. Either way, you lose. Personally, I like my chances at happiness better than yours," Grell says with a soft voice. Sebastian doesn't have anything to say to that so he stays silent.

"M-Mademoiselle?" the timid voice of Anne-Marie speaks up after a couple minutes of silence and the two supernatural beings whip their heads toward her. Visibly frightened, she jumps slightly, but continues. "I-I am not sure what exactly is going on, but w-would not it be best if Master Sebastian 'elped you get Master William back and zen you in return 'elp 'im retrieve Master Ciel?"

Grell pauses and turns his eyes towards Sebastian's. "Sebas-chan, I need you to break into the prison cell. I can get us there but the cell is made of material that nullifies Shinigami strength and their Death Scythes, so I figured that a demon should be able to break it instead. If you do that, I will open a passage into Heaven for you."

Sebastian stares with calculating eyes at Grell. He doesn't really feel like going to help Spears escape from this jail. In fact, the whole situation amuses him greatly. However, it seems that Grell isn't willing to help him until he saves Spears. "Fine. I suppose I am going to need a disguise because surely I am no longer welcome in that realm." Sebastian smirks.

Grell waves a hand at it. "Your normal outfit should―" his tongue catches in his throat when he notices Sebastian isn't dressed in his usual butler outfit. Instead, he's donned some extremely attractive but casual clothing. "W-what happened to your butler outfit? Actually, never mind~ I have some spare outfits in my room."

Grell jumps up easily from the second floor banister to the third, Sebastian following after him. Anne-Marie gapes after them a moment before shaking her head and returning to cleaning the windows.

The Shinigami opens the door to a grand red room and walks over to his walk-in closet. It's more like a walk-in-separate-room-for-clothing. It's just as large as any other of the rooms in the house and absolutely filled to the top with expensive and beautiful looking clothing. Most of it is tones of red and black, though there's the occasional peek of white and purple through the masses. Grell digs through the hangers, looking for his spare uniform he keeps on the down chance that his is destroyed. Then he tosses it to Sebastian.

"It's unfortunate that out of all the clothing I have in this mansion you must wear such a drag uniform." Grell sighs disappointedly, regaining his normal demeanor as the time passes by. Being the respectful lady he is, Grell turns away from Sebastian as the demon changes.

Two seconds later, the demon speaks up. "What of my hair? And I believe I am in need of some glasses as well."

"That was quick," Grell mutters under his breath. "Hmm~ I should have some wigs in the design room and most likely some no-prescription glasses there…"

He leads Sebastian to another room and starts digging through drawers. Deciding that a blond wig with strait hair would work well, he hands it to Sebastian while looking for some glasses. Sebastian stares in distaste at the blond wig and reluctantly puts it on, the strait bangs falling in his face. Irritated, he whips his head to the side slightly and the bangs stay of his eyes for a little while.

"Aha!" Grell comes back triumphantly and places a pair of simple enough glasses with black frames on Sebastian's face. And then the happy look falls off his face. "Shit. What are we going to do about your eyes? As much as I love their brilliant crimson tint, all Shinigami have vibrant green eyes."

Though Sebastian is able to change his physical appearance, his eyes are something that always remain the same. If they are not a glowing red, they fade down to their neutral red umber color and it isn't possible to change them. Then he realizes something. "Tinted lenses. We need sunglasses so that they are unable to actually see my eyes."

That…is a brilliant idea. Grell nods and digs through more stuff, becoming frantic when he can't find any. Then, buried under a pile of dresses (he swore he had hung those up on figurines the last time he was here…) there is a single pair of sunglasses. Sebastian takes them and replaces them with the ones he was wearing previously. Grell stares intently at him; Sebastian is completely unrecognizable.

"Alright. Let me grab my bag and then we'll go." They head back to the entrance hall where Grell had left his bag when he had first questioned Ann-Marie. Once he has it, he calls out his chainsaw and opens a portal back to his realm, then dismisses his chainsaw once again. The two supernatural beings walk through it.

When the world starts coming into view again, Sebastian notices they're beside a large building, similar to the Shinigami Library.

"This is wear they keep the prisoners until they've reached a verdict," Grell explains as they walk towards the entrance.

"I see. The Shinigami are much more considerate than my kind. I was tied to the wall of a cave and tortured until they decided my sentence, though it was only a hundred years," Sebastian says carelessly.

"Wait, what?" Grell stops and gawks at the demon. "A hundred years?"

"Yes. I was lucky it was such a short amount of time or else I would have missed my Bo-chan's reincarnation."

Yes, because a century is such a short period of time, Grell thinks sarcastically. If he had been the one chained up he surely would have gone insane from boredom, or the torture they had apparently inflicted upon Sebastian. That must be why Grell hasn't seen him since the late 1800s.

They walk into the main office and see a female reaper― to Sebastian's interest― and Grell walks shyly up to her, Sebastian following.

"Euhm, excuse me, miss," Grell says quietly and the lady looks up, giving him a polite smile. "I w-was wondering if I could, if possible, see the prisoner? Mr. Zachary told me to interrogate h-him while they search for Sutcliff."

"He did?" the secretary frowns. "One minute, let me look at the schedule to make sure…"

The woman begins to push around the papers that are in a mess on her desk. While she's doing this, Grell walks up silently behind her.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't―" her words stop as she realizes the uncomfortable man in front of her has disappeared. She gives the blond one a questioning look. Sebastian lowers his glasses and gives her a demonic look, pointing casually behind her. Fear runs through her and she tries to turn but there's a sudden great pressure at the base of her neck and she falls over, unconscious.

"Ah, that's too bad~" Grell murmurs and takes the key card hanging off of a chain on her hip. Then Grell walks over to the metal door and swipes the card in the slot. Sebastian watches with a dumbfounded look as it opens to reveal no guards.

"The security in this place is dreadful." Sebastian clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

Grell shrugs his shoulders. "Yes, but it makes my life a lot easier."

William T. Spears is lying on his uncomfortable cot in his cell when he hears the door slide open. He frowns and sits up, wondering if Dresdner and Zachary have come back to question him. Instead, he sees and awkward looking man walking cautiously down the hall of prisoners. Looking timidly into the cells, the man comes to a stop in front of Will's cell and stares with an uncertain frown into the cage, as if peering at William like he is some caged animal.

"What do you―" William was about to snap when he freezes. "Grell?"

William stares intently at the man. He has long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, which Grell does not have. However, if he ignores the hair, the face is the same. The curve of his jaw, the shape of his nose, the light in his eyes… His suspicions are confirmed when the lips part in a delighted smirk, revealing dagger teeth and Grell winks at him suggestively.

"Shh," Grell whispers, raising a finger to his lips to accent the point. William can't believe it. Not only has Grell escaped the Board and every other Shinigami looking for him, but he's managed to sneak into the prison to free him. At least, that's what Will hopes he's here for.

Then Will spots someone he's never seen before.

"Who's that?" Will asks with a frown as he gets up. His eyes widen in horror as the man removes his glasses to reveal crimson eyes.

"I'd say it's nice to see you again, Spears, but it's really not. However, you're current situation does amuse me greatly." Sebastian smirks.

Will's eyes narrow dangerously. "Sutcliff, what were you thinking? Bringing that demon back into this realm! It's his fault this entire predicament has even happened."

"But Will~" Grell complains at being scolded. "Sebas-chan's the only one who can get you out of this cell."

"If you do not wish for my help, I'm more than willing to just let you rot in this cage," Sebastian says helpfully.

William ignores him pointedly and turns to sit back on his cot, refusing aid from a demon. Grell, on the other hand, isn't giving in so easily. "No, we have a deal, dearest Sebas-chan. If you do not get William out of here then I'm not helping you, either."

In a menacing tone, the demon says, "I could just go back to my original plan of torturing it out of you―"

Sebastian's words are cut off as William's Death Scythe flies through the space between the metal bars and snips off the tip of his bangs. Stunned, Sebastian says nothing for a moment.

"Just because I'm behind bars doesn't mean I can't kill you, demon," Will threatens, retracting his weapon. "My Death Scythe may not be able to break through my prison but it can certainly penetrate your feeble flesh and bones."

Sebastian stares at William in annoyance. Then, he reaches forward and grabs the metal bars. Pulling at them confidently, he's surprised to find that whatever stops Shinigami from being able to break it by force also halts him. Sebastian notes with a hint of irritancy that a satisfied look appears over William's face. Now Sebastian wants to get the reaper out of the jail, if just so that he can wipe that smug smirk off his lips. Pausing for a moment, Sebastian reaches out again and pulls at the shadows silently. Immediately, they began to swarm the bars, licking at them like black flames. Both Shinigami are stunned to see a gaping, melted hole where the metal bars used to be.

Then the calm is broken by Grell crying out, "Will~!" and racing forward to wrap his arms around the stoic reaper. William's eyebrow twitches as he looks at the form pressed against him and uses his Death Scythe to poke Grell backwards.

"Ouch," Grell pouts, rubbing the spot where the pointed instrument had jabbed him.

"Grell, I do believe I completed my part of the deal, now…" Sebastian trails off, letting Grell finish it on his own.

"Oh fine!" Grell snaps and whips his chainsaw out of nowhere, almost hitting William in the face it and causing Sebastian to let out a silent laugh as Will glares at the gardening tool. "Go ahead and save that damn brat! It's not like I care if you get ripped to pieces strolling through your enemy's base."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Honestly, I will be fine. I'll find my Bo-chan quickly and then we will return to Hell."

Grell gives him an uncertain look but does open a passage for Sebastian. "I don't know where exactly you wanted to go but I assume you have means of finding him once you get into the realm?"

"Yes. As long as I am in the same realm as he I can use our contract mark to locate him," Sebastian explains as he walks towards the opening. As he's about to take a step in, a voice stops him.

"Sebas-chan, are you sure you won't need help?" Grell asks quietly.

Sebastian pauses. "I will be fine," he replies easily and walks through the passage with out any further though, leaving Grell staring at his disappearing form. The reaper isn't so sure if he should believe the demon. Can he really manage to locate the boy and escape without getting himself killed roaming the lions den? 'I will be fine.' That's what he had said, and Sebastian never lies. However, outright lying and being mistaken are two entirely different things.

Sebastian finds himself in the shade of a willow tree beside a cool river when he appears through the passage. It is so incredibly serene and peaceful, the little birdies chirping and rabbits running around and through cute bushes. Sebastian wants to destroy it, very badly. It would be highly comical to see just how pissed the Angels would be as he burnt Heaven down to a crisp core, the green fields becoming grey ash. Unfortunately, that would be counter productive as it would facilitate the Angels' chore of finding him. If he uses as little power as possible, Sebastian figures he might be able to mask his presence a little better so they won't discover him as quick.

Sebastian removes the gloves covering his hands and focuses on the contract mark, making it burn as he determines where his Bo-chan is currently resting. A dark smirk crosses over his face as he realizes Ciel is very, very close by.

"Wait for me, Bo-chan." The demons voice is lost in the faint wind as he starts in a sprint towards where his Young Master is, leaving behind only a dark aura and frightened animals peering out from lush shrubs.

~Ciel's POV~

I wake up with a gasp, panting slightly. No visions plagued my dreams this time. Instead, there had been some extremely graphic scenes of Sebastian slaughtering those Angels, but then he had turned towards me with a wicked smile. I had been terribly confused, backing up as he continued to stalk closer to me.

A shiver passes through me. Damn that Lucis and Jackson. Because of those terrible videos, I have subconsciously begun to fear Sebastian. At least when I'm conscious I'm able to push away any doubts and bury them down with my reasoning, though. For now, that will have to do.

I wonder how long I've been asleep for. It doesn't feel very long, but then again, it's impossible to keep track of time when you're unconscious.

A crisp knocking sound surprises me and I conclude that that must've been what has woken me up. "Ciel?" a timid voice says from behind the wooden rectangle.

"Lizzie?" I frown and get up, walking over to the door. I open it and see Elizabeth trying very hard to give a brilliant smile but it's obvious that it is strained as her eyes are not as bright as usual. "What is it?"

"Ne, Ciel…" she carries off nervously and I urge her to carry on. "Mm, would you…perhaps like to…see your parents?"

I blink. "My parents?" I'm truly surprised Lizzie is even talking to me still; she had seemed extremely upset by our last encounter "Are they here?"

Lizzie nods her head, blonde curls whipping up and down. "Yes, they just arrived. We were planning on having afternoon tea with them…"

"I would very much like to see them again."

Lizzie's face lights up. "Really? Oh that's so great, Ciel! They'll be so happy to see you again!"

I force out a small smile at her happiness. Elizabeth grabs my arm and pulls me down the hallways, leading me to what I assume is the outside world. When she opens the door I'm met with burning sunlight, its only goal: to melt my retinas. I really haven't received a good first impression of Heaven. What with being kidnapped, forced to watch grotesque torture and burning, molten balls of fire trying to dissolve my eyes, I fear what will be next.

When the blinding light fades away, I'm able to see it's actually quite cheerful outside. The grass is the purest green I've ever seen and there are quite a few trees giving out a pleasant shade. I can only name a few: birch, oak, willow. For some illogical reason, it seems as if it's mid summer here instead of the autumn back in my realm. Then again, what part of Heaven is logical?

"They're in the back," Lizzie tells me and I follow her around the house. She leads me past bushes of daisies and tulips (perhaps I was wrong and it's actually spring?) to a generous area behind her home. And there, sitting under a large umbrella are the two people I never thought I would ever see again.

I walk calmly over to them as it would not do for a Phantomhive to act like an overexcited child, though I can tell Lizzie disagrees. It's clear that she wants me to race over to my parents, jumping up and down in joy at seeing them. Elizabeth must believe that if I got my parents back then everything would return to the way it was before I lost them. She's ignorant. You cannot just erase what has happened in the past.

"Mother, Father," I state maturely and the two of them whip around, clearly not having seen me walking from the other direction.

"Ciel," my mother exclaims, as if not believing it's me. She takes a slow step and then rushes up to hug me. I blink at the sudden affection. "How is it that you are here?"

She releases me and I stare up at her in surprise. "You do not know?"

She shakes her head. "No. I knew you had been reincarnated― Lucis told me― but no one informed us of your coming to Heaven. Are you dead?"

"No, I am not dead, Mother. Elizabeth brought me here," I say, leaving out the part that I was taken by force.

"We are both very much thankful, Miss Elizabeth. It's been so long since we've seen our boy," my Father speaks up.

"Father," I nod and hold my hand out, smiling up at the man I had idolized as I child. "I must say I'm very glad to have met with you up here. I have missed both of you dearly."

He looks slightly startled by my hand but recovers and shakes it, smiling back at me. "Indeed. You have grown up so much since the last time I saw you, Ciel. It makes me proud to see my boy so strong even after everything that has happened."

"You are aware of what happened after your death?" I ask inquiringly.

My mother sighs and closes her eyes. "Unfortunately, yes. We are so sorry we weren't there to protect you, Ciel."

I shake my head. "No, it's not your fault. It does not matter anyway; the past is the past and can never be changed."

Mother gives me a curious look. "You really are so mature, did you know that?"

I shrug my shoulders. "There was no place for children in the world I lived. If you expected to be taken seriously than you had to dispose of such silly, immature emotions."

"Still, a child should not have to go through that. It wasn't what we wanted for you, we only wanted you to always be happy," my Father says sadly.

I look away for a moment. "Please forgive me, then. I'm sure you did not want for me to carry such hatred…" I look back sharply, a determined spark in my eyes. "However, I achieved my revenge in the end. Even if it was not what you wanted, I avenged your deaths and destroyed those had who humiliated me so."

"Oh Ciel, of course we don't blame you for being angry for what had happened," my mother says forgivingly and takes my hand. Ha! Anger? No, what I had felt was a pure loathing for those who had defiled me in such a way. My sole purpose in life was to get my revenge and to annihilate those horrible 'people'. Anger doesn't even begin to touch on how absolutely furious I was and the burning hatred that had filled me to the core.

"Is that…the Phantomhive ring?" Father states in astonishment. "How…?"

For a moment, I am lost at what to say. However, I'm saved by a burning pain in my hidden eye. I let out a gasp and lose my balance slightly, reaching a hand to my right eye. Oh God, it burns.

"Ciel!" I heard multiple people gasp. "Are you alright?"

Letting out a shaky breath, the pain fades away and I look at them. Regaining my composure, I say strongly. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Lizzie asks, worried.

I nod my head. That feeling in my contracted eye…Sebastian must be on his way. I can't help but feel my heart beat quicker. I only have a few minutes at most to speak to my parents before Sebastian takes me back with him.

"If I may, why is Jackson here? He's not an Angel," I point out, wanting to get some answers before I left.

"Oh, that's simple," Lizzie starts. "He's contracted to Lucis."

Another contract with an Angel… I wasn't aware that Angels contract this frequently; then again, I am ignorant to most concerning this species. "I see. And why was Lucis, an Angel, living in the human realm these past fourteen years?"

"Well, you know of course about the war going on," Lizzie says dejectedly. "You also know of the prophecy. Around fifteen years ago the Elders felt the soul of the One from the prophecy being reincarnated. However, they didn't know which soul it was so they sent multiple angels out to guard any reincarnated souls. It just so happens that Lucis was watching you."

Everything is starting to make sense now, though there is one question that is still bothering me tremendously.

"Lizzie," I start out slowly. "Why do you not look any older from the last time I saw you?"

Lizzie looks away. "…I was killed almost year after you died. When the Phantomhive family, a.k.a. the Queen's Watchdog, was put to rest, it left a lot of enemies and people wanting revenge. It just so happens that being your fiancée, I was the only person they could think of taking their revenge upon. It's okay, though. I died a quick death and I barely felt any pain."

I'm crushed. Elizabeth is trying to make the best of the situation but that still doesn't change the fact that my cousin was murdered because of me. "Lizzie, I'm so sorry. I never wished for any harm to fall upon you."

She gives me a sad smile. "It's alright, Ciel. I was so terribly lonely after you died that I was almost glad to go to Heaven. I thought for sure you'd be waiting there for me. Unfortunately, you were to be reincarnated so I had to wait a little longer." Lizzie lets out a sharp laugh.

I stare at her sorrowfully and do one thing I never expected to do: I pull her into a hug. "Lizzie," I murmur in her ear. "Will you do one thing for me?"

I can almost feel her shock at my display of emotion. "Anything, Ciel."

"Run. Run as far as you can from here and don't seek me out again."

Elizabeth pulls back, startled. "What―"

She's cut of by a pained cry from beside the house. We all whip around to face the sound. I'm the first to move as I take a couple steps towards the sound. There's more noise of a fight as a sword strikes against bricks and the crack of a wall breaking down. Then I see the start of a black uniform come around the corner.

"Sebas―tian?" I stumble over my words as I stare at the form. It's most obviously my butler, but why the hell does he have blond hair and sunglasses?

Sebastian notices me and puts on an overly cheerful smile, waving. "Good day, Bo-chan!" Then there's an explosion of dust as Lucis breaks through the wall, completely covering Sebastian from my view.

I stare at him dumbly. "What an idiot, letting his guard down," I scold him quietly and watch the scene unfold.

Immediately, Sebastian is back to his normal demonic demeanor and is staring dangerously at the Angel. Somewhere in the cloud of dust he's managed to remove the ridiculous sunglasses he was wearing. Lucis strikes at him with her sword and Sebastian dodges swiftly, leaning to the side to avoid being hit. When she throws an especially hard strike, Sebastian uses the drag time to get in close and throw a well placed kick to her midsection. If she were human, her organs surely would've ruptured at the impact. Lucky for her, she's only flung into a looming birch tree.

Sebastian uses the pause in his fight to remove the wig (thank God he didn't actually dye his hair blond). When Lucis gets up, Sebastian has his hands full of knives and he throws them rapidly at her. She dodges them successfully, having seen him use this technique earlier. Then Lucis rushes forward, faking to the left before going to the right and slicing at his stomach. Sebastian continues to avoid her attacks without too much effort and they trade hits, occasionally getting one in on the other. Suddenly, I see something in the corner of my eye.

"Sebastian!" I try to call out, rushing forward to the distracted demon but I'm too late as Jackson runs in and swings his own sword, drawing a long cut along Sebastian's back. My butler narrowly dodges the follow up attack from Lucis and backs away as the two Holy beings come at him from either side.

"Ciel!" I hear Mother and Lizzie call out my name as I race forward. Sliding up beside Sebastian, I glare at Jackson as he stares in surprise at me.

"Are you going to kill me just to get to him?" I demand Jackson, standing as strongly as I can while facing up to the man who is even taller than Sebastian. I notice he has a bad wound to the shoulder and that it must've been him who I heard cry out first.

"Bo-chan, it's not safe for you here," Sebastian states while dodging a jab of the sword.

I give him a look. "Neither is it for you, idiot. They can kill you with those swords, if you don't recall."

Before Sebastian can say anything, Jackson grits his teeth and then does something I had not planned for: he attacks me with his sword.

"No!" I hear Lucis scream at him, rushing to stop him but she's not close enough.

I stare with wide eyes as the sword comes closer. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around my torso and pull me against a strong frame. I look up to see Sebastian holding me away from harm and a deep gash in his arm that had not been there a second ago. If that had hit me, my head would've no longer been connected to my body.

With a snarl, Sebastian turns back to the two, pushing me behind him protectively.

"Jackson, what were you thinking, attacking him?" Lucis snaps furiously.

Jackson turns his head slightly to answer her and that's all the time Sebastian needs. He reaches forward and catches the man's left wrist and twists. The bones crunch and snap as his forearm is twisted almost a full three-hundred and sixty degrees. The scream of pure agony escapes his lips as the sword falls from his grip, that which Sebastian catches easily. Before I can blink, he's lodged the sword to the hilt in Jackson's chest. Jackson stares down at it before collapsing to the ground in a heap of blood.

I back up as the crimson liquid soaks the once pure green grass. Sebastian notices and follows quickly after me as Lucis rushes to her contractor's side.

"Sebastian, let's go. There's no need to stay any longer," I tell him quietly as I avoid the scene of the mangled corpse.

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian murmurs and stands behind me.

I catch the gazes of Lizzie, my mother and my father.

"Ciel…?" Father asks in a disturbed confusion, reaching out for me. Lizzie has tears streaking down her face like mini waterfalls and Mother looks like she too is on the verge of crying.

I stare at them with melancholy. "I'm sorry Father, Mother, but I am not able to stay with you here. Perhaps I am not fit to wear this ring after all…"

I play with the sapphire jewelry but Sebastian's hand stops me. "Bo-chan, you are still a Phantomhive. That fact will never change throughout the course of eternity. This ring belongs to you and only you."

I lean my head back to look at my butler. "Hm, I suppose you are right, Sebastian. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive and you, you are my butler, Sebastian Michaelis. This is an order: promise me that you will forever be my butler until you devour my soul."

Sebastian smirks and puts a hand over his heart. "But of course, Young Master. I promise that I will continue to serve you until the day when you are finally completely mine."

"Good," I murmur with satisfaction and face my family one last time. "This is good bye for good, Mother, Father, Lizzie. I am glad to have been able to say farewell this time. Let's go, Sebastian."

I lean my head against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. Pitch black shadows wisp around us and consume us once again.

"Ciel!" is the last thing I hear of my beloved cousin.

The shadows fade and we're back in Sebastian's room at his manor. I step away from him and stand solemnly.

"Bo-chan, will you be alright?" I hear Sebastian ask.

I turn to him and a tiny smile graces my lips. "Yes." Then my smile falls and I murmur, "Sebastian."

"What is it, my Lord?" Sebastian inquires.

"I think…I'm truly happy right now," I say quietly, almost confused by my own words. Haven't I forgotten what it's like to feel this emotion? I thought that after that month and all the terrors that have happened since then that I'd never feel like this again. Still, I can't help but think it's an odd feeling.

"Well, isn't that a good thing? Why do you look so disturbed by that thought?" It's Sebastian's turn to be confused as he tilts his head at me.

"I suppose, though it feels bizarre. Shouldn't I be terribly upset by the fact that I will never see my family again and that you murdered Jackson?" I ask him.

He blinks at me. "I have no clue how you should feel. Personally, it would make no difference to me if I saw my father again; he's just another demon. If I am to be completely honest, there is nothing that confuses me more than human emotions."

I roll my eyes and turn my head away from him while saying sarcastically, "Because that helps, idiot demon."

I feel a finger tilt my head back up and lock eyes with the crimson ones of my butler. "I believe that if you feel content then this must be what you want. Though you may care deeply for your family, you do not belong with them."

I say nothing but my eye catches on the gash across his arm that was caused because of me. Reaching out carefully, I touch the wound and feel the muscle tense slightly. Curiously, I ask, "Does that hurt?"

Sebastian does not answer. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips hungrily against mine. I stand completely still, figuring that he only wants to be able to heal himself again. After a moment, Sebastian pulls back slightly and I notice his eyes are glowing a burning red. Then, he presses his lips against mine again. Startled, I pull back. "You already got your taste. Your wounds should heal now."

"I know," Sebastian breathes out.

I frown in confusion. "Then wh―" I'm cut off as Sebastian kisses me for a third time, this time taking advantage of my parted lips. A surprised noise escapes my throat and my fingers curl around his black uniform as I push myself up to be able to kiss him easier, realizing that he isn't doing this just because of his injuries. His arms tighten around me as our tongues battle furiously with one another, needing to release this passion that I've tried to bury down. Sebastian guides me backwards and the back of my thighs hit the bed and I fall back, Sebastian following me while running his hands over my sides and moving to kiss at my neck.

A quiet gasp escapes my lips as he bites teasingly at the flesh before his tongue runs over it soothingly. His hands trail over my body and he pushes my shirt off so he can kiss my chest. Humming gently, my fingers bury in his hair and he comes back up to place his mouth against mine for another time. With nimble fingers, I manage to undo his tie blindly as his tongue traces across my lips. Then I unbutton his jacket and he breaks off the kiss to roll it off his shoulders. He comes back, this time pushing himself between my legs. I can't help the pleasured moan that escapes my throat as he grinds his hips against mine.

"Call my name," Sebastian breathes against my ear.

A blush spreads across my face at his ludicrous words. "N-no― ah!" I gasp, my head falling back as he thrusts up against me. My arms wrap around his neck as I arch up, determined to keep this beautiful friction and I'm delighted as he continues. "S-Sebas-tian!"

I feel him smirk against my throat. Then, his hand trails up my thigh and I freeze, a sense of déjà vu coming over me. Unwanted hands roaming over me as those foul men continued to violate me, touching me as I tried desperately to escape.

"Bo-chan," Sebastian murmurs, having stopped when he noticed the change in demeanor. I raise my wide eyes to meet his, shaking slightly. He looks softly down at me, running a hand over my cheek. "Bo-chan, I am not those men. I would never harm you or force this upon you, ever."

My arms tighten around him more as I close my eyes. That's right, this is Sebastian. I'm not in that cage any more and I want this this time. I want to feel Sebastian pressed up against me in this intimate act, to think nothing of but the pleasurable feeling of being with him.

I open my eyes to see his face still hovering above mine. Pulling it back down, I kiss him passionately, trying to convey how much I need him. He looks surprised but doesn't deny me as his lips move slowly, sensually, against mine. It's different this time. Where before it was rushed, pushed on by pure lust, this time it feels more like there's actual emotion behind it.

The demon places gentle kisses on my cheek, jaw, throat and I whisper his name out just as softly. "Sebastian…"

Sooo...how was it? ^^ I'm sorry I stopped there but I didn't feel comfortable writing any smut and this fic is 'T' so that was as far as I was aloud to go. I'll leave the rest up to your perverted imaginations and fetishes (if you want Ciel magically be dressed up in a cat uniform, by all means, it's your choice)~ Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter as well and I'll try to keep up the relatively quick updates (once a week is quick right?) and manage everything else as well...Which means I should probably be studying for my test or reading my English book instead but... btw, I personally think that Grell is totally okay with saying that he loves Will (he's probably said it countless times). Sebastian and Ciel on the other hand will not be saying that so freely. Especially Sebastian, who really has no understanding of that feeling ^^ Please review if you have time because it makes my day and helps me get through this crappy excuse of a prison they call 'school'. Honestly, my friend's school was originally built to be a prison but they had last minute thoughts and were like "Hey, instead of putting robbers and rapists in this jail, lets stuff a few hundred kids in here instead! :D No big deal or anything, we'll just put the bad guys in the portables or something. Yeah, they should be safe there."