Chapter 14

"He has become far more fascinating than one could ever hope for", he murmured, reaching up to toggle his glasses. "Unfortunately, he has had his first vision of the child."

"Oh?"

"Quite. Though it was not the original reaction we expected."

"Worse than?"

"Oh no. He wants to corrupt his soul."

"Oh, I do believe we can help dear Sebastian with that endeavour, can we not, Will?"

William T. Spears swallowed slowly, removing his glasses – which had become strangely foggy – and replaced them, "What did you have in mind?"

"Death."

"Despite the fact death could possibly draw him closer to Sebastian?"

"That is my intention. If Baron lives up to our expectations, then we should have no trouble in having Sebastian all to ourselves. And Ciel will be out of the way, if Sebastian cruelty holds true."

"And what says it will?"

"The boy killed his own mother, Will. At such a young age, and he already knew what to do, how to speak. He removed her from the world because she, as a killer, was so utterly degrading and worthless and to act in such a way…no, see, Sebastian understands that murder is an art form. The Circus has only begun, Will."

Will paused thoughtfully. "The Noah's Ark Circus? It is a curious name."

"Is it? I thought it was clever."

"A collection of completely different individuals held together by a past crime, a desire of blood and dear, dear Baron."

Will smiled softly. "Not so curious."

A chuckle, and then a cough, and a splutter of blood…the Master clutched the stitching at his side. "I don't understand, I thought we were getting somewhere."

"It appears the corruption is too deep to be understood in this specimen. Shall I call them to you?"

"No."

"But-"

"I'm not yet rotting. There is still time."

Will bit his lip and murmured, "As you wish", before returning to his seat. It was a few moments before the Master recovered and the conversation could resume.

"Shall we move on from Sebastian?"

"What would you prefer to talk about, Master?"

The Master paused. "Has the experiment been at all fruitful? Do tell me. I seemed to have forgotten."

Will swallowed, adjusted his glasses once more, and removed from his left breast pocket a list of notes that had been made on the Master's current experiment.

"Specimens rot on an average of three months. The Master has identified a large amount of hatred in the blood of each specimen, especially the younger adults. It appears Shinigami are still spreading the Old Religion", it was here Will let out a soft sigh, "Though not as successfully as they would have hoped. The New World will remain."

A chilling smile enveloped the lips of the Master. "Well done, Will. Now, just one final thing…"

"Yes?"

"Don't let my dear Sebastian out of our sight for a moment."

"Of course, my Majesty."


A/N: Shortest, shortest chapter. I apologise. But I needed to put this little back dialogue in before Ciel.

In the next chapter, about eight years will have passed. Ciel is, obviously, eight years old. He has yet to meet Sebastian, but it will be from his POV... the next chapter is when Sebby and Ciel meet for the first time..=)

R & R!