Omj, i am so so so so so SO sorry for the break. I've been so swamped recently, between allergy season (stupid sinuses), aftermath of April Fools day (I must clean up fish guts and yarn) and the Nearing-The-End-Of-Middle-School junk, i so far have no feeling in my body. Ugh... My updates may be slow for a while, at least my normal every other day updates won't happen till Monday, maybe Sunday. I have Spring Show. And a main role. And stage fright. Pray for me please. :p

Anyway, again sorry, I know i made many fangirls mad (thank swansea123 for reminding me i have a story to write) and I will write till i can proudly turn "In-Progress" over to "Complete" for the first time! It will be magical.

The ever crucial POLL has not changed, Henley's still on top (good for you Henley) with Lysandra and Matt tailing behind. Remember WITH NO POLL ME CAN NO CONTINUE MAKE WORDS. That was your grammar lesson for the day.

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Kiyoko-Hikari

Campfire song by Lets gather around the campfireAnd sing our campfire song Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song... err uh I mean yay another good chapter. really looking forward to the Ly and Johnny romance. There will be some right? Please please pretty please!

x patrick style x SONG. SONG!... Uh, yeah that is a great song. Glad to see I didn't destroy the name of 'love' than, as i am not really a romance girl, but for you Kiyo, i put a little somethin' in this chappy ;)

Arisa

That is one creepy story.

Sebastian cried once in his life!Well,he was Johnny,but still.

More,more,more!

Technically, Johnny and Sebastian ARE the same person. Like changing names. And everyone cries once in there lives (My crying is most allergy induced watering, but who cares?)

Disclaimer: I no own Kuroshitsuji

_Genus Mali_

The next morning, everyone got up as usual and prepared for the day.

Johnny groggily stirred, and realized he was being held by his butler. The young lord felt Henley's hand on his head and the other around him, holding him tight to the butler's chest. He felt Henley's red eyes on him.

"I see my young master is awake," he said as the butler pushed Johnny to his feet, "Shall we get ready for the day?" Johnny looked his butler. Henley looked tired, and his clothes were wrinkled. There was also tear stains on his shoulder.

"Henley," the young lord asked quietly, "Were you up all night?"

The butler didn't respond, only went to his lord's dresser and pulled out Johnny's normal, orange costume. Henley put it on top of the dresser, then patted out the wrinkles in his clothes, "That is not your concern, young master," he said at last, "My concern is only for your well being and health, whatever the measures needed."

The butler put a hand gently under Johnny's chin and made his master look at him, "What happened last night is your memory only. No one will know about it in the least, nor will they even notice," Henley took off his glove and put a hand to his masters face. The butler gently rubbed the tear stains from Johnny's cheek, trying to erase them, "But should anything like it happen again, you know that I will always be by your side."

Henley then removed his hand and walked out silently. Johnny watched his butler leave, realizing that the conversation was over, and he had no say over the fact.

The young lord sighed and ran a hand over his face. He looked in the small mirror he kept on his dresser, and found himself to look less like a lord, more like an ape.

Johnny quickly brushed his messy, making the blonde mess mostly presentable and then the young lord pulled on his orange clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Then he examined the bandages over his eye. He never really slept in them; it usually destroyed the bandages and rubbed against his eye. This was the case with his current appearance.

He carefully removed the tattered bandages from his face as he pulled fresh one's from the drawer. Johnny began to tightly wrap the white cloth around his eye, when he heard the door open.

"Hey Johnny, can I-" said Lysandra as she walked through the door, back turned. The knife thrower stopped when she realized that Johnny didn't have his ever present bandage's over his left eye.

Said teen quickly turned in place, trying to cover his left eye with his hand as the bandages fell off his face, "Ly!" Johnny stuttered out as his girlfriend stood in the doorway, "What are you doing here?"

The knife thrower looked from Johnny to bandages, then back to Johnny, "Are you okay," she asked finally, reaching to move his hand from his face, "What happened?"

Johnny stepped back, now out of shock, and moved his hand, but kept his left eye shut, "I'm fine, Ly," he responded, going to fix the cloth wrap to cover his eye, "Was there something you needed?"

Lysandra didn't hear her boyfriends response, only focusing on his eye.

None of performers of the Western Traveling Caravan had ever seen their leaders eye, nor did they know why it was covered all the time. When they were younger, they used to make a game of it, trying to see who could come up with the best explanation. Remo once had the notion that his evil father did it to him (none of them really knew Johnny's story that well, so guessing worked well), but Titus, who at the time hero-worshipped Johnny, rebuked and confidently said that Henley told him it was from a fist fight between a him, a bear, and band of thieves (though no one believed him).

But Lysandra didn't share her thoughts on what ever made her love hide his face; she didn't care, he was amazing to her.

When she broke out of her daze, rushed over to Johnny, pulled his hand away from the wrap, and kissed him, "I came to ask you something," Lysandra said pulled away and touching her boyfriend's closed eye, "But I suddenly forgot it."

Johnny smirked, running his hands through her black hair, "Yes, me looking like a mess in the morning is a good wake up call."

"No," she said as she kissed him again, "I just realized that those bandages cover half of the portrait of my handsome lover boy, and I've yet to meet the full picture."

The lord then took his turn to kiss her, "You know, I really love you sometimes."

Lysandra smirked, but then she got a much better look at his eye, "Why do you cover it?" she questioned, "I don't see anything wrong with it in the least."

Johnny smiled awkwardly, "It's a long story, Ly. And not a very pleasant one."

The knife thrower broke away from her boyfriend, "Tell me, Johnny!"
"Ugh..." a tired voice sounded as the door opened, "What's with all the yelling?" Lyn walked into the carriage half asleep and whining. The magician stopped abruptly when he saw Johnny bandageless, "Woah... What's going on?"

"What does it look like?" asked Lysandra, annoyed "I wanna know what happened to his eye."

Lyn looked at his best friend for a second, taking in Johnny's closed eye, "What the hell, man?" he breathed out, "Not even a scratch and you wear bandages over your face? If your missing an eye, who really cares?"

"I'm not missing an eye!" Johnny snapped, anger growing quickly, "I said it's a long story, can you both just drop it?"

Lysandra had long left her boy friend's side. She didn't like the snappish change in Johnny, so Ly simply walk out.

Lyn was not so easily swayed, "Johnny, come on, it can't be that bad!" the magician argued.

"You don't need to know, Lyn," growled the young lord, "You wouldn't believe me in the first place."

"I'm a wizard," argued Lyn, "I replaced my left eye with my father's, only after the bastard pulled out mine," he laughed bitterly, "I'll believe anything."

Johnny stared at him for a second. Then he quickly wrapped the cloth around his still closed eye and headed for the door, "Lyn," he said quietly, not looking at him, "My secrets are what protects you and our friends. If I choose not to tell you, just please let me have that."

He left Lyn alone to think then.

_Genus Mali_

Grell shrieked, "Sebas-chan your eye!"

The butler put a hand to his left eye, out of reflex, "What? What's wrong?"

"There's a triangle on it!" pointed out the red reaper.

Sebastian quickly took one of the tea cups still left from their food and gazed at his own reflection, "Oh my god."
His left eye, which had already previously changed to a bluish red color, now had a wide triangle in it's center, much like the symbol on Ciel's eye, but a bit more vivid, like it was just put there. Sebastian didn't have any pain like with the full mark was first added, but it looked raw and flesh, like Henley had just moved his hand from it.

The butler stared at his reflexion for a while, then dropped the tea cup.

Glass shattered quickly, and Sebastian fell back against the wall. He ran a hand threw his hair, letting the blonde streak in his hair mix with the black over his face.

"But how can your curse mark come back if your demon is-" Ciel cut himself off, "Isn't here," the earl said, "So your contract was filled."

Sebastian shook his head, "No, young master, our contract was not filled."

"Why not?" questioned William, "If I took it correctly, your contract specified your butler assisting you in killing your brother, protecting you till your death, and giving you the powers of a demon," the reaper adjusted his glasses, "Your brother had been dead from the beginning of the contract, making that clause completed immediately. And as you are still alive and well, though by what we can understand, Mr. Kitts is not," William ignore the servants glares, "So I would say that he protected you quite well. And finally, I think it's obvious that you attained your goal of power. So why would your contract not have been fulfilled?"

Sebastian glared at him for a minute, "Well," he said, snappishly, "I think you'll find your answer quite soon if you would just shut your trap and sit your smart ass down. My guess is that only part of the contract came back either way."

William stared at the butler wide eyed, not expecting such a reprisal, but he calmed down and went back to watching the screen silently.

The butler sighed and leaned his head back against the wall once more. The servants didn't comment about what just happened, but Ciel took a look at his butler to be meet with red/blue eyes looking at him.

The earl looked at his butler for a moment or two before he spoke in a child like whisper, "Do you still miss him?"

Sebastian allowed himself a small smile, "I never stopped."

_Genus Mali_

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