Doubts

and

Confidence

Continuing on from last chapter.

The tribunal court room was brimming with soldiers, each and every one muttering in unease as their LT CMNDR was the next to be summoned to the stand. Phoebus's hands shifted and slid off each other in a never ending cycle of fidgeting nerves. Mikhail purposefully hummed, pretending to review his case file with utmost scrutiny. Phoebus stood – technically sat – ready for Mikhail's abusive line of questioning. However Alliahnna having yet to appear made his stomach churn and tie itself into knots. What was taking her so long? Why hadn't she arrived yet? Did she run into trouble? …Or…did she truly run?

NO! He couldn't believe that! He wouldn't believe it! Alliahnna was going to appear. She and Sebastian were just…stopping for breakfast. Grell may have been eluding them and they had to give chase. Or they were stuck in traffic. Tuesday's were known as the worst days to ravel by carriage. He needed to convince himself of other alternatives for her tardiness. He couldn't have doubts. He couldn't count her out yet. Alliahnna will show up. She had to.

"Well Lieutenant," Mikhail chortled snidely, "I see your Lady Commander and company have yet to arrive." He leaned back in his wooden chair, folding his hands complacently behind his head. "I do hope she arrives before I'm finished with you."

Phoebus put on his best and most confident smile, relaxing his eyes defiantly. "I'm sure she'll arrive counselor. She's probably just biding her time. Enjoying a nice hot breakfast." Phoebus leaned in on his elbows, his grin growing sardonic. "She may be the focus of the tribunal, but nothing says she should lose minutes of her life listening to you bark."

"Well for now this is about you." Mikhail remarked, hiding his contempt for the Lieutenant. "Now, how exactly was Roland able to escape you, Lieutenant?" He quizzed haughtily. "He was…" In named off on his fingers, "In cuffs. Two able bodied officers had hold of him, and I do believe he was at gun point." He spread his hand, shrugging. "I don't see how he got the better of you. Unless…" He feigned shock, earning Phoebus and Elizabeth rolling their eyes, "You knew Mr. Sutcliff was outside! You knew he was going to kill Roland."

Phoebus raised his nose nobly, "I had no knowledge of Grell's appearance. Nor did I know he was going to kill Roland."

"Then Alliahnna must have known. Why else would she invite him?"

What could he say? What could he say? "Alliahnna invited him…" he trailed off. He couldn't take too long otherwise it'll look suspicious. Maybe! An idea occurred to him. "Alliahnna invited him the same reason she invited Zanosuke and Elizabeth. She values another's insight." Phoebus motioned a hand out to his men. "We see her do it all the time. She invites guests or friends to a scene with her, and she studies the evidence with them. It's how she makes friends, and also how she triple confirms that her suspicions are correct." Nods and mumbles of approval were noticed. A couple laughed from recollecting previous missions.

"She looks to make friends?" Mikhail scoffed, finding the idea absurd. "What kind of commander wants to make friends?"

"Alliahnna is always looking to make friends rather than enemies." He admired. "The same went for Grell…" his head bobbed from side to side in doubt, "But it's a little on the touch nad go side."

"And…to the best of your knowledge, who is Grell?"

"Grell is part of an organization that operates on its own terms and regulations." Yeah…yeah. That was good. After all…it was true.

"Regulations such as…?" Mikhail wished for him to elaborate.

"Where our rules enforce trial before murder, or execution at the fear of our lives, Grell's rules dictate he may execute any who are unfortunate enough to be added to his list."

"And from the sounds of it, you do not know the complexities behind how, who, or why someone makes that list." Mikhail assumed. "Did Grell explain anything further prior to Roland's death?"

"Grell explained to me that Roland was on a list of individuals who he and his associates have designated to die, and been tracking for some time now."

"And neither you nor Alliahnna had any knowledge of this?"

"We knew who Grell was. But we did not know his organizations…laws," He used the term very loosely, "allowed him to kill in such a brutish manner."

Mikhail shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head. "I can agree with that. Each branch or organization has its own set of laws." Phoebus, the judges, jury, and Audience found themselves taken aback by his agreeing. "Can you say with utmost certainty Alliahnna had no knowledge of Grell's business?"

"I can." Phoebus responded in a low tone. "Because when she heard Grell had killed Roland…she was…less then pleased."

The tribunal doors erupted open. "LESS THAN PLEASED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT!" Heads snapped back toward the door. "The girl was downright upset." Grell stood in the doorway, smiling adoringly. His arms flashed out holding the doors open like a Pre-Madonna. Sebastian leaned against the wall behind Grell, impassive towards Grell's boisterous entrance. "Hello Ladies and Gentlemen," He sang in a chortle, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."

"I take it you are Grell Sutcliff." Mikhail grumbled, unable to believe Grell arrived.

"Indeed I am," He blew a kiss to Mikhail, making him shudder. Grell cat-walked down the aisle, displaying is crazy sharp teeth in a smile. "And you must be the hack of a lawyer trying to get the grieving widow there some money for her thieving husband and son." HACK! Mikhail screamed mentally. Sarah furrowed her brow affrontingly. How dare that man in red desecrate the name of her dead husband. Mikhail's attention fell onto the pokerfaced Sebastian who sauntered behind Grell. "Here you go!" Grell threw a file at Mikhail. "I hope that will suffice."

"What's this?" Mikhail snarled, flipping through the file.

"A very detailed syllabus about the work we REAPERS perform, and the certifications that give us the authority to do so." By order of court ethics, Mikhail was forced to show the document to the judges. Each one skimmed through the highlighted regions. They noted the certification and work the Organization of the Reapers performs. So far all things were in order.

With Sebastian's ethical know-how, and Grell's thorough knowledge of the reapers, they managed to compile an entire file of Rules and Regulations, as well as a Federal approval stamp. All of which have been humanized for those ignorant of the demonic and supernatural beings surrounding them. "I hope that'll suffice." Grell spoke amidst the examination. "I doubt my testimony will give any information you haven't already read." Grell began to take his leave.

"Just confirm one thing." Grover beckoned, stopping the reaper, "Did Alliahnna or Phoebus have this cryptic of knowledge of your organization?"

Grell pouted his lip. "No they didn't." He shrugged his hands nonchalantly. "In fact I was pretty black and white about my business. Didn't feel the need to elucidate."

"And according to this file," Thompson interjected, "You do not have to." He closed his eyes, rumbling in perturb, "All you must do is state who you are and what branch you hale from."

Mikhail was able to accept that. He had to. The file didn't leave any room for him to question. And he doubted he could get someone as…strange as Grell to give up anything he did not wish. Wanting to cease dawdling, Mikhail's attention fell onto Sebastian who seemed less than thrilled to be present. "You must be Sebastian, Alliahnna's butler."

"I am." He answered soberly.

Mikhail's pretentious, brazen smirk spanned. "Then that must mean your Master is right behind you, doesn't it." The doubt resonated in his voice annoyingly clear. "Or am I right in assuming she's taken the next barge out of Paris?" Sebastian growled in the back of his throat. Sarah smirked victoriously. Without Alliahnna…she was going to get the reparations she deserves. Mikhail shrugged his hands, his grin continuing to widen. "After all if I were her I wouldn't want to show my face either. What with her questionable character and all."

Questionable…character! Sebastian's lip quivered as he gritted his teeth, glowering his enflaming red eyes to the conceited human. You dare call my master a coward? He clenched his fingers into a tight fist. Arrogant human! He took a step forward. In the blink of an eye Zanosuke was before him, holding Sebastian's wrist in an attempt to hold his brother back. Ever so slightly he shook his head. Zano knew his brother cold kill ever last person in that court room. But he would be endangering Alliahnna rather than helping her. Sebastian knew that was the case. But for someone who didn't have the single inkling about the real Alliahnna to stand there and insult her…unforgivable.

"Questionable character?" The Judge and Jury gasped in shock. Mikhail and Sarah gritted their teeth rancorously. Alliahnna stood in the doorway, arms folded and glaring with insult. The de-spectacled Will was next to her, holding a hand to the door frame. Both had bruises and abrasion on practically every inch of their visible skin. Will's suit was disheveled, stained, and had a few tears here and there. Alliahnna's shirt was ripped along the ribs, and her skin scarred. Her hand patted his frizzed hair in attempt to calm it down. "That's an absolute laugh coming from a defense attorney!" Bright smiles of absolute praise and joy beamed on the faces of Phoebus and the soldiers. Elizabeth and Carmichael sighed with relief, tearing up at Alliahnna's appearance. Zanosuke and Sebastian smiled in praise. She was battered, torn down, and obviously exhausted. Yet she held herself up proud and confident.

Schneizel slammed his hands to the desk, shooting up from his chair. "ALLIAHNNA!" He bellowed, making the bruised girl flinch, and cover her ears partially. Her ears were still ringing from her beating earlier. "WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED TO YOU?" He gasped frantically. "Where have you been?"

"I was with Mr. Spears at the REAPERS temporary HQ here in Paris." Technically it wasn't a lie. Undertaker was a Reaper and his shop did serve as a type of Headquarters for Reapers. "Mr. Spears and I were engaging in a good fencing match when…" She tugged her tattered clothing, and pointed to her bruised skin. "Well…you get the picture." Her attention was caught by a scolding Sebastian drumming his fingers on his folded arms. Fencing? Really? Was what Alliahnna read. She shrugged her shoulders, wanting him to come up with a better excuse. Alliahnna unclipped Will's glasses. "I believe these are yours." Taking his hand she placed them into his palm, closing his fingers around them. "Thanks for the ride."

"Don't look so smug." Will grumbled, carefully placing the glasses over his eyes. "I don't intend to do it again." He clamped a large hand atop her head, curling his gloved fingertips into her skull. "And if you ever humiliate me in such a manner again, I shall personally add you to my to die list and kill you myself."

Alliahnna smiled nervously. "Un-understood." She laughed weakly.

"Good." He roughly swiped his hand from her head, yanking in down. Alliahnna sneered her lips, rubbing where his fingers prodded. Will hardened eyes were brought to Grell, who was eyeing him like a puppy. "Reaper Sutcliff, we're leaving!" He declared, marching for the exit.

"I'm right behind you~" Grell chimed giddily, skipping after his senior. "Say Will," Grell was heard as they walked down the hall, "How about you and I go for a day on the town."

"I cannot and I will not."

"Prude."

Alliahnna held a hand to her mouth, giggling at their tomfoolery. "Well I see you had a grand time." Sebastian jested with a hint of scolding. "Though I'm sure you were having fun being pummeled to a bloody pulp," Yep. He was definitely scolding her. "I'm pleased you managed to make time for your court engagement."

"Sorry." She shied down shamefully, then shrugged nonchalantly, "I would have arrived sooner," She rubbed her sore butt, "But it's hard driving a half blind Reaper."

"My word." He sighed, touching a troubled hand to his forehead. "You really are a troublesome girl, you know that?"

Alliahnna grinned childishly, leaning in with her hands folded behind her back. "I doubt you'd hang out with me if I was anything but. I do bring you some excitement to this somewhat provincial life."

A short chuckle sounded from the demon. "Too true."

"AHEM!" Mikhail intervened. "As much as I would hate to disrupt this rather cute banter," Alliahnna and Sebastian sneered to the lawyer. He didn't even have to say 20 words and Alliahnna knew he would an ass. "You, young lady, are still due to be questioned and judged."

Sebastian stepped in front of her. "Not in the tattered state she is in." He wagged a haughty finger. "I simply won't allow My Lady to take the stand appearing to be a street worn Stray." A hair popped out of place. STRAY! Alliahnna screamed.

He produced a handheld sewing kit, tore a cape from a soldier's back, and with lightning fast reflexes sewed a black blazer with a stitched in rose over the right breast. Mikhail and the entire courtroom gaped in awe. Zanosuke on the other was not impressed or surprised in the least. "What?" Sebastian wondered with feigned innocents. "If I cannot knit proper court room attire for My Lady to wear at a moment's convenience, what kind of butler would I be? Although…" He trailed off, pinching the shoulders stingily, "It is a tad on the hand-me-down side." He questioned his sewing.

Alliahnna slid her arms in, fluffy the collar. "I like it." She posed. "Nice work." Sebastian pulled her hair back, allowing her bangs and an inch of locks to remain free. He tied the rest of her hair into a bun, turning Alliahnna from tattered to tailored. "I swear…" She laughed silently, admiring Sebastian's handiness, "You think of everything."

(*)

Because of Alliahnna's arrival, the court felt that there was no need to question him. Alliahnna agreeably took his seat on the witness stand, smiling warmly as she watched Mikhail pretend to study her case file.

"Now Ms. Phantomhive," Mikhail quickly glimpsed to Alliahnna, searching for a reaction, then back to the case file, "Forgive me." He faked. "We were just discussing your real name earlier in the proceedings. How you…changed your name. Must have slipped my mind."

Alliahnna raised a gleeful hand, "That's okay. My name wasn't a secret. Call me whichever name you wish." She titled her head adorably. "Either one is fine."

"In that case, Ms. Phantomhive," Alliahnna remained smiling simply, "Beating a suspect, now convicted criminal to the brink of death, threatening and shoving a fellow officer, and above all failure to maintain proper police etiquette and conduct." He let the file fall to the desk. The stack of papers slapped loudly, echoing throughout the room. Alliahnna still sat firm. "That's quite the list of charges."

"Indeed it is." She responded, hiding her rising scorn.

"And you don't sound sorry about any of it."

"I guess I don't."

"Are you?"

"About catching and convicting the Rolands?" He brow knit inward slightly. "Not in the least." Then her expression softened. "About the fate that befell the Rolands? Yes."

"Judging from the beating you gave John Roland, I find that hard to believe."

Alliahnna feigned bashfulness, twisting her fingers through her hair with false shame. "I guess I did do quite a number on him." She exhaled dismally. "It's inexcusable. I should have exercised greater restraint."

"Well from what I've heard, its hard for an officer to keep their composure when a loved one is in danger." He eyed the jury, signaling a common occurrence for those in the law enforcement field.

"That's no excuse." Alliahnna stated strong, earning a few surprised expressions. "I've had friends taken hostage, and killed right before my eyes. Its hurts but Phoebus taught me to never show it." She shied away, curling her body in as her eyes reverberated\ sadly. "But when I saw Elizabeth with bullet holes and bruises I lost all control. I couldn't bear the thought of losing another from my childhood."

"Yes the Phantomhive's, as well as those around them, are known for being beacons of death." When Alliahnna was still unresponsive to his taunts, Mikhail growled in the back of his throat. "Tell me Ms. Phantomhive, do you think Mrs. Roland and her daughter should receive some sort of compensation?" Alliahnna raised her eyes to Sarah, who was glaring daggers in Alliahnna's direction, not breaking contact for a second. "I know her husband and son are convicted criminals, but she didn't deserve to become a widow, or the mother of a possible vegetable."

"Of course I think she should get something. It was never my intention to take her husband from her in this manner." Sarah rolled her eyes, scoffing with disbelief. She couldn't even fathom why Alliahnna was trying to be sympathetic. "As for John, I shouldn't have attacked him in such a way. If I could wake him up I would." Sebastian smirked and resisted the urge to laugh. His master certainly was putting on a better act than he would have hoped.

"What if I told you the only way for you to payback Mrs. Roland was to renounce and resign your title as Lady Commander?" As if a mute button was pressed, the court fell deathly silent. Not even a breath was heard. It was the question…the outcome Phoebus, Elizabeth, and the men dreaded. "What say you to that, Ms. Phantomhive?" Mikhail smirked, seeing Alliahnna become flustered.

Alliahnna slowly rose from her seat. Slowly she turned her head to the audience of soldiers, police, and friends, making eye contact with each and every one of them. Phoebus and the soldiers sat on the edge of their seats. Neither one dared remove their gaze from their leader. They were all thrown off by her warm smile. Why would she smile? "In the years I have been commander…and that I have lived her in Paris, I have grown to love each and every one of you men like Brothers, Uncles, Fathers, and friends." She announced resignedly. "We've fought against criminals and crime lords without fear for our own safety, we've have stood by each other through thick and thin, and we've given a shoulder to those who could not stand on their own. And I was honored…privileged to serve beside you for all these years." Lips curled in, biting down, feeling touched by her words. "Even if my title is taken, even if I am forced to resign, even if I am forced to vacate Lord Schneizel's manor to live in an apartment in the burrows, know that I will still be here for when you guys need me – just as you've been there for me." Standing at attention she inhaled deeply, "GUARDS DE PARIS! ATTEN-SHUN!" Phoebus and the guards shot from their seats, standing straight, stone faced, and facing their Commander. Mikhail, Roland, The jury, Judges, and miscellaneous audience members shifted in to gaze around the room, in awe of the dedicated soldiers who had attended and rose at their commander's call. "Lt. Cmndr Phoebus!"

"MA'AM!" He crossed a fist over his chest.

"I know I can count on you to lead the men."

Phoebus choked for a second, then replied, "YES-YES MA'AM!"

She nodded approvingly. She looked to the rest of the guards. They all stiffened, sniffling vociferously. "All of you are to give Phoebus you full support, and follow him just as you've followed me and my predecessors. UNDERSTOOD?"

"MA'AM YES MA'AM!" The devotion, dedication, raw loyalty in their voices sent chills down Elizabeth and Zanosuke's spines. Sebastian shrugged placidly, not at all impressed by the display…because he was all too familiar and adept to their love for her.

After the soldiers took their seats, Mikhail decided he was finished asking questions. He gave his final dissertation on Alliahnna claiming she was an unstable, hormonal, and too young for the job child who should be removed from her post posthaste. She claims to feel sorry for her acts, she claims to want to repent for her sins, when in fact she's merely tugging on the hearts of the Judges and Jury because she does not wish to be removed from Lord Schneizel's side. It is because of him she had the power and status she attained. She only serves him so he'll keep giving her more and more. An in doing so…she'll lash out and attack people she dislikes, and beat them to the brink of death. Then, once she's had her fill, she'll move to the next country, change her name again, and unleash her ticking time bomb wrath upon others. The jury has seen how impassive she behaves, how quickly her moods can change when convenient for her. Alliahnna was too unpredictable, and cannot be controlled.

The judges and jury adjourned to the back room, wanting to discuss and deliberate on what was heard. The court was dismissed for the time being. Everyone was able to go out, eat, and return once deliberations were finished. Alliahnna sat in the audience with her friends and men. Carmichael was hugging her tightly, bawling at possibly having had failed her. Elizabeth was in tears as well. She wished she had never mentioned the Hellish Saint nickname. Alliahnna laughed heartily, almost forgetting about her childhood nickname. Lisa and Michael expressed their disapproval. Mikhail was trying to make her out to be the villain since the tribunal started. The men wanted to petition to have him removed. Alliahnna asked them to remain calm. "Whatever happens happens. And I want you all to accept it no matter what." She ordered. "I'm very proud of both you and Phoebus, Carmichael. You both told the truth, and for that I thank you."

"I don't care what the ruling is." Carmichael grasped onto her hands. "Even if they take away your position, I'll still follow you, My Lady."

"As will I." Phoebus placed a hand to her shoulder.

"AYE-AYE!" Another shoulder cheered.

"HERE-HERE!" The entire group howled. Alliahnna felt a tear tugging at her eyes. Never had she been so emotionally moved.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" All heads shifted to the jury box and judges table. Mikhail, Sarah Roland, and Judges had all returned, serious expressions plastered to their faces. "Please take a seat as we give the final ruling. Alliahnna, take the stand please." Phoebus patted Alliahnna's back, wishing her luck. Sebastian and Zanosuke guided her from the audience, wanting to stand with her until she crossed those tiny gates. Alliahnna felt Sebastian's hands slide down her back as she passed the little gate. You would think she was entering onto death row.

Schneizel stood away from his chair, holding a small envelope with a detachable seal holding it closed. Alliahnna, for the first time, felt doom encroaching upon her. This may be the first time in her life she was wished she had run away. "Before we read the verdict on the charges against," Schneizel stated forehand, "The judgment for the plaintiff - with the deduction and garnishment of the stolen artifacts John and Chris Roland made a profit from, as well as breaking and entering, assault and battery, blackmail, and emotional distress – is amounted to 100,000 Euros." Sarah bobbed her head. Seemed meager but at least she was getting something. Mikhail patted her leg in a congratulatory manner.

Schneizel wore a solemn expression, facing to the steadfast Alliahnna. Her eyes burned with confidence, ready for whatever the verdict read. "Alliahnna…" He sighed. She stiffened. "Please stand." She obliged. The opening of the envelope, the crinkling of the paper sent chills down Phoebus and Carmichael's spines. Sebastian and Zanosuke found themselves enthralled in the verdict. As demons, human ruling mattered very little. But for Alliahnna…this could effect everything. Finding and killing Ash would before made virtually difficult. "In the matters of excessive force, improper police conduct, and inability to lead – we the tribunal find Alliahnna P. EL Britannia…" Elizabeth hugged Zanosuke's arm. Sebastian clenched his fists. Phoebus, Carmichael, and the officers crossed their fingers. Markel, Lisa, Michael, and Maxon moved to the edges of their seats. Finnian, Mey-Rin, and Bardroy held hands, eyes squeezed shut as they prayed. "Innocent of all charges." Alliahnna, Mikhail, and Sarah's jaws dropped.

"YEEEEEAAAAAH!" The audience erupted in a hearty cheer. Alliahnna held a hand to her pounding, elated heart. Sarah's face contorted outrageously, jeering her lawyer, demanding he object. Elizabeth jumped over the gate, ran up to Alliahnna and tackled her with a giant hug. Finnian and Mey-Rin climbed there way onto the stand and joined in on the hug. Bardroy and Phoebus clapped hands, congratulating the turn of events. Zanosuke and Sebastian smiled gently. All was well.

"However, Ms. Britannia," Grover spoke up, apologetic that he had to interrupt the joyous festivities, "We do ask that you surrender you sword, firearms, and seal as you will be suspended – with pay - until the weekend of the Noblemen's Party." He informed her regretfully.

"I'll have them to you within the hour, Head Councilmen." She laughed as Mey-Rin and Elizabeth rubbed their faces against hers.

"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!" Sarah Roland shrieked. The hall fell silent. Emotionless, uncaring eyes were brought to Sarah Roland. She was being paid, what more could she want. "YOU'RE LETTING HER OFF ON A SUSPENSION? SHE'S THE CAUSE FOR MY HUSBAND'S DEATH! AND MY SON IS IN A COMA BECAUSE OF HER!"

"Mrs. Roland," Schneizel sighed aggravatingly, "An outside party, whom we have no control over, killed your husband." He reminded her, surreptitiously demanding she keep her mouth shut. "As for your son, we feel suspension is the proper punishment. She subdued your son, but he decided to continue fighting."

"But My Lord," Mikhail shrieked, standing and shaking his head heatedly, "He was in a state of mental nad physical weakness. She took advantage of this!"

"We do not make judgments based of what you spout off, Counselor!" Schneizel growled. "We also study the files, and background of the defendants in order to make a proper judgment. And Alliahnna has an impeccable moral standing. She would never resort to taking advantage of another with such handicaps." Schneizel raised a gavel and slammed it down hard. Sarah and Mikhail jerked. "This court is adjourned!"

"YEEE-HAAA!" Bardroy and Phoebus bellowed. Schneizel, the councilmen, and two other judges took their leave, finally letting the matter rest. When Alliahnna exited the stand, a group of Soldiers ran over and began petting her on the head, cheering vigorously.

"NO!" Sarah Roland screamed. She stomped from her seat, rushing to Alliahnna. "NO THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN!" Phoebus stood between Sarah and her path to Alliahnna. She placed a hand to his arm, easing him out of the way. Alliahnna wanted to give Sarah Roland her undivided attention. Sarah's face warped psychotically, her teeth knowing into each other as she failed in regulating her rising hatred. "Someone needs to pay!" She hissed. "YOU NEED TO PAY! YOU TOOK MY SON AND HUSBAND FROM ME!"

Alliahnna contorted her eyes, "YOUR HUSBAND AND SON TOOK THEMSEVLES FROM YOU!" She howled, surprising Sarah, Elizabeth, and Mey-Rin. "They stole, they lied, they cheated, and they blackmailed everyone that was in their way and karma finally bit them in the ass!"

"YOU BITCH! You weren't sorry at all!"

"I AM SORRY! Sorry that you husband and son couldn't deal with working under women and resorted to grand theft!"

"SHUT UP!" Sarah drew a dagger from her pocket, lunging for Alliahnna. "DIIEEEEE!" Alliahnna shot a hand out, gripping her wrist. Sarah Roland's hand came to an immediate halt an inch from between her eyebrows. Sarah hyperventilated, pushing for the knife to reach Alliahnna's skin. The Phantomhive held her wrist with little to no effort, gazing through impassive, emotionless eyes. "YOU…BITCH!" She slapped a hand across Alliahnna's face. Alliahnna gazed back to her. Sarah's eyes gaped in awe. The slap left no impression. "How…?"

"I'm tough skinned. I thought you knew that." Alliahnna shoved her back into the arms of he lawyer. Mikhail and Sarah were in a daze. From scolding to monotonous, Alliahnna once again became an enigma. "Because I understand your predicament, I'm not going to press charges." She announced, earning shocked gasps. "You have a daughter who's waiting for at least one parent to return to her, and I don't plan to be the one who takes both away." She glared to Mikhail. "Now get your client home! We're done here!" She declared.

Wasting no time, Mikhail dragged Sarah from the court room. Sarah continued to glare at Alliahnna, wanting the Britannia slash Phantomhive to always remember her face, because Sarah knew she wasn't going to forget hers.

The minute the side doors closed…"ALRIGHT!" Bardroy howled. "It's noon! Time to celebrate lads! BREAK INTO LORD SCHNEIZEL'S WINE CELLAR AND LET'S PARY TILL THE MOON RISES!"

"YEAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Alliahnna rolled her eyes, sniggering as her mates dashed from the court house to raid Schneizel's wine cellar. Mey-Rin and Elizabeth draped their arms around Alliahnna's shoulders. Alliahnna held them by the waist. The three girls moseyed their way out the door. Phoebus, Carmichael, Finnian and Bardroy trailed behind them. The jury left through a side door, wanting to avoid the raging crowd of over excited soldiers. Sebastian gazed at his master, watching as she, once again, walked away from an issue with her head held high.

"Once again little brother, Your Master amazes me." Zanosuke chuckled, hands folded behind his back, "She works on cases for long hours, takes on a full blooded Reaper, and faces court, all with a smile. You really know how to pick 'em."

"She truly is one of kind." Sebastian stated happily. "Alliahnna has always been one to smile until circumstances deem she do otherwise."

"I wonder if she would still smile if she knew you doubted her." Sebastian furrowed his brow, his eyes glossing angrily. "I saw how surprised you were by her sudden appearance." Zanosuke stated, smirking smugly. "You doubted she could handle herself against the Reaper in fencing." Sebastian diverted his gaze, not wanting his brother to see that he was right. "I know she's losing her human essence, Sebastian." The demon butler tensed. "I've noticed since the moment I laid eyes on her." Zanosuke stroked his neat triangular beard, "And yet…despite her being partially human…she possesses an unwavering will. Her tenacity when facing physically superior opponents, her resilience to my gaze, her readiness to challenge any and all who pass her all while keeping herself composed."

"Because as a Phantomhive, she and Ciel are no more strangers to that world than you and I are of the demon world." Sebastian compared. "Alliahnna was raised in the world in which she lives. The world where those superior to her challenge her on a daily basis." He marveled, reminiscing in his words. "And I have been cultivating her to accept those challenges. Preparing her for when she faces off against Ash. In a way I have been transforming her into the demon she is." He released a sober sigh.

"And yet you doubted her?" Zanosuke assumed his brother wished to say.

"And yet I doubted her."

(*)

The manor was booming with exuberant officers. A train line had formed from Schneizel's wine cellar to the Grand Gala, the finest wine being passed down and around, and poured into beer mugs. Lisa and Michael were invited as well, along with Markel and Maxon. Mey-Rin and Elizabeth were trusted to distribute the wine, seeing as how they knew how little or much to give. Bardroy and Phoebus passed around the mugs. The men helped decorate the gala for a little mini party. Nothing to big, just a little Congratulations party.

While everyone was busy with the parlor gala decorating, Alliahnna was allowed to retire for a bath. After all she was covered in dirt, grime, and sweat. One cannot attend their own party looking like she emerged from a dirt arena.

The bathroom floor was constructed out of royal blue tiles, with a drain set in the center. If one only wished to wash themselves off instead of taking a full bath, they could splash water over their heads without fear of a water mess. The shower was big enough to fit four people. A clouded door was implemented for the shower takers privacy. The bathtub was a wide, rectangular, white marble spa built protruding from the wall. A sheer, obscuring salmon colored curtain surrounded it.

Alliahnna rested in the tub. The water was filled to the brink, her body submerged to the neck. A wet rag sat atop her hanging hair. The steam moistened and calmed her ragged hair, and eased the pulsing muscles of her mind. The aching muscles throbbing throughout her whole body began to ease themselves. The bruises not visible during the trial gradually began to emerge through the heated water. A large fist mark sat in between her ribs. Alliahnna sighed solemnly, mentally cursing herself. "Geeze," She grumbled, "I knew he hit me hard, but I didn't think it was this hard." Knock, knock, knock. "Yes?"

"My Lady?" Sebastian's voice sounded beyond the door.

"Oh! Sebastian!" She gasped. Why's he here? "Is something wrong?"

"I must speak with you. Are you decent?"

"Um…" She opened the curtains, frantically moving her eyes about. "Just a minute." Water spilled from the tube as she exited to attain the towel hanging on the wall. Wrapping it around she reentered the tub, still bewildered by his presence. "Enter."

A quick gust of cold air touched Alliahnna's feverish skin as Sebastian entered into the bathroom. Alliahnna subconsciously raised her hands over her chest, holding the towel higher over her breasts. "Forgive my intrusion," he apologized with a bow, "I merely…wished to check on you." He raised a scorning brow. Every two inches, traveling up, down, and sideways was a bruise and scrape. "And I see my intrusion was warranted." He rumbled, reprimanding her. Alliahnna rubbed her head bashfully. Sebastian pulled up a stool, sitting next to the tub in order to scold her further. He pinched her cheeks, stretching her face out. "How could you allow yourself to take such punishment? Have I taught you nothing these past five years?"

"Hey! I'm still alive, aren't I?" She spat through the stretching cheeks.

"Only just!" Sebastian leaned in, knitting his brow further. Though his eyes still held a humorous glow. "Let me guess! You were cocky, had your hide handed to you, then continued to play again?" The stretching stopped. Alliahnna moved her eyes to the left, laughing guiltily. Sebastian's head vein popped. He stretched her face even wider. Alliahnna wailed in pain. "YOU WERE MESSING ABOUT!" He glared and gritted his teeth, "How many times must I remind you to take battles with demons and others of similar persuasion VERY seriously?"

"Apparently once more. OW WOW OW!" He pinched even harder. "ENOUGH ALREADY! I have enough bruises!" Sebastian shrugged, and let her cheeks snap back to her face. "UGH! Thank you." She massaged her red cheeks. Her hands then slid to her shoulders. They were beyond sore.

"Let me massage your shoulders." Sebastian suggested abruptly.

"Um…" Alliahnna was tempted to say no. But something in Sebastian's eyes told her to allow him to indulge himself. "Oh…Kay." She agreed cautiously. She turned her back to him. Folding her hair over her shoulder, she combed her fingers through, gathering the loose strands and tying in all into a braid.

Sebastian removed his gloves, setting them aside on a dry spot of the tub. Gently his fingers touched Alliahnna's bare shoulders, sending jolts surging through her arms. He slowly dug his fingers into the tense muscles, circling and gliding from the base of the neck to the ends of the shoulders. Alliahnna curled her lower lip in, nibbling as she fought back a pleased moan. His thumbs pressed into the backs of her shoulders. He pinched his thumb and index finger to the base of her skull, massaging in and out. Alliahnna leaned into the massage, her mouth opening as her muscles tingled.

"I'm sorry." He announced out of nowhere.

"For what?" Alliahnna asked, becoming lost in the digging fingers.

"I doubted your abilities." Alliahnna's eyes opened partially Sebastian's hands ceased the massage, falling to her shoulders. "You're strong – I know this." His tone of voice was regretful, woeful. He truly felt sorry for wanting to come help her. "You've progressed with your demon essence much further and steadier than any Substitute Demon ever has. Your strength is unmatched, unprecedented. You faced Grell, then Will and emerged victorious. Twice you've faced against Ash and you came back alive." The pride in her accomplishments sounded in his voice, giving Alliahnna hope and confidence in herself. It was nice to here him complimenting her. Yet…she could hear something else in his voice. Like his words had different meaning. "Yet despite those facts…I almost disobeyed your orders. I almost went back to aide you."

"You don't have to be sorry." Alliahnna assured him, a half smile creeping to her face. She folded her knees in., hugging them to her chest. "In fact I was tempted to call for you a couple times." Sebastian's eyes flickered in awe. "Will wasn't as strong as you," she curled her head in, "But he was strong enough." She beat herself down. "If I hadn't grabbed his glasses, he would have surely defeated me." She rested her cheek on her knee, staring in dazed gullibility. "How foolish of me to believe I could defeat a full blown Reaper. If I can't do that…then my hopes of killing Ash are simple childish follies."

"I won't hear talk like that!" Sebastian whipped her around. Alliahnna gazed fretfully to the scowl donning Sebastian's face. "For five years I have been training, cultivating your strength into that of a demons!" He pulled her closer. "For five years I have watched you strive and fight your way through any and every obstacle that has stood in your path! Ash may be an angel, but that only makes him the final obstacle lying in your path for vengeance." Alliahnna's eyes reflected on Ash's appearance in the caves by the pond. His attack on the Ferris Wheel during the fair. Every chance the Angel gets, any vulnerabilities he detects he'll take advantage of them. "Substitute demon or no, you will attain your vengeance." He raised a fist of conviction to her. "By your hands or mine, Ash will be made to pay for his crimes against you." He reached into the water, grabbing hold of her hand, holding to his cheek, making her blush. "And I shall be by your side…" He lightly touched his lips to her hand, sending goose bumps traveling up her arm. "Until that day arrives."

Alliahnna touched a hand to her beating heart. Normally Sebastian kissing her hand would send urges to punch him surging through her mind. This time…this time she was going to let it slide. On that day…dread filled her heart, you and I…Her finger curled, clenching the sadness welling within, you and I will part ways forever.

I'll be gone for a while again. These last couple of chapters fried my brain. I'll be back soon though. Hope I'm not gone for so long this time.