Alois panted ,drenched in sweat. Sebastian shook his head, rubbing his temple. Had he heard right? Had Alois really just said what he thought he said?

"Forgive me, my lord, but what did you just say?"

"Ci-Ci-Ciel is my-my brother."

Sebastian almost choked with laughter, his cheeks alit with merriment. The very idea of his sophisticated, bitter, perfect, and dignified young lord being related in ANY fashion to such a filthy, low-down, every day, inelegant ingrate, was preposterous and a very sick joke. Sebastian couldn't stifle his chuckle that turned into full on laughter.

"You must be joking! You…related to my young lord? Why what impropriety! What nonsensical fashion of thinking! What an outlandish statement! How fallacious of you to think such an unpleasant thought. Why the mere concept of it makes my stomach twist in a knot."

Alois grabbed the heaviest pillow he could find and threw it directly at Sebastian's face in a flurry of anger, he then pulled him by his collar to look directly into his eyes, snarling, his eyes were cold and empty and full of malice.

"Now you listen good, butler, you haven't the slightest idea of the suffering I've endured within my sleeping hours; I have seen things no man should see much less a child. I can still smell the burning corpses and hear the echoing screams in my head. This wasn't your average dream, and I am not deceiving you or tricking you. This is real, it was real, it has to be and if it isn't then you have every right to say what you will about my rearing, but for now you can just stand there and shut the hell up because quite frankly I'm tired of your shit and the way you think about me."

Sebastian blinked, mouth gaping. There before him stood his master, true and as real as the sun was hot, grasping onto his shirt collar, infuriation and a sadness dominating those soul blue eyes that dared to try to rip open Sebastian's. Furthermore, his accent dissipated more than slightly and he was talking with all the nobility of a prince, or an Earl. He was dominating, controlling, uncaring, at that moment more than ever he was truly Ciel and Sebastian couldn't help but wonder: Was this really Ciel's brother? Could it honestly be possible?

"Forgive me, my young lord, I should be cast aside like the useless tool I am, please, I didn't come in here with the intention of harming you, but it seems I succeed in doing so. Oh, I am a light-headed ignoramus, please, I beg of you to punish me in the most harmful way, I don't deserve to call myself a butler."

Alois sighed, letting go of his hatred, his malice, his temper, his anger and frustration and in doing so let go of the little piece of Ciel he carried in him. His muscles relaxed and he dropped his guard, releasing his tension.

"No, no, 'salright. I can't punish you…it's just…ya make false accusations of me…I'm more than wot I appear…I know I'm no earl, I'm no Ciel…but at least look past the outside…maybe it wasn't a dream but a memory…there is only one way to find out. Investigation…kinda' like Sherlock Holmes."

Sebastian straightened his tie. So the accent was back, and with it old Alois Trancy. He smirked and buttoned his buttons. Perhaps an investigation was in order, Sebastian himself was very curious.

"Everyone is asleep…I can't wait 'till morning…who is awake that we know?"

"There is but one who is awake this time of night that has a connection in the affairs of you and this estate."

"Who would that be?"

Sebastian smiled knowingly, his crimson eyes twinkling, they soon found themselves at a familiar place with a familiar person smiling wide at them.

"Ah, Earl, what brings you to my humble establishment in such late hours? "

"Undertaker…how did I not guess you would still be awake?"

"Ah I'm really a night owl, your earlness, besides I'm working what you might call…the graveyard shift….BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Alois chuckled slightly with him, it was actually rather funny, but it was out of character for Ciel to laugh at anything Undertaker would say no matter how absurdly hilarious it was. Alois, though, was tired of pretending, he wanted answers and now.

"Undertaker would you please stop laughing I have some very important questions for you."

The poor insane, most likely mentally disabled man, wasn't stop just yet he blasted out a few obnoxious laughs until he was trembling and slobbering everywhere, he then looked up, still shaking with laughter and smiled.

"Alright…teehee…I think I'm done…Well, ahee, let me put on some tea and put out the cookies. You know I just made these."

"It's really not necessary."

"Oh but it is, Earl, it is. Besides, don't you like tea anymore?"

"I'm still very fond of it, yes, but your tea is usually bitter."

"Usually…not always…besides I got some sweetener just for you. I know how much you hate my bitter tea…"

Alois's seashell ears pricked up like a dogs. Undertaker's voice had changed slightly, it was a tad deeper, rougher, as it had been in his dream, it also sounded on the verge of darkness but it was still his voice.

"Here ya go, my lord, fresh out of the oven and some nice tea for you. Here's that sweetener I promised. Now, onto business, eh? Hee."

"Yes…I want to ask you about my past…I seem to have trouble remembering it…"

Undertaker chuckled three times before sighing heavily. "I was wondering…when you would ask… Jim Phantomhive."

Alois's cerulean eyes popped open and matched to the eyes that should be staring back at him but were covered by the slightly matted gray hair of the Undertaker, an extremely large beam was on his face, as always. He tapped his bottom lip with a long square shaped fingernail, painted dull black, then situated his ring on his finger.

"That's right I know who you are, knew as soon as you came in here, but I said no, it can't be…well Hahaha, what a joke, you almost fooled me, until you showed interest in Miss Annafellows. Besides, I know my Earl front and back, Hee hee oh but it is funny. Tell me how it is you've come to be here, I had almost thought you dead. Pity, though, I would have loved to work on your cadaver. Aheee!"

"So my name really is Jim and I am indeed Ciel's brother?"

"You catch on quick, little Earl, oh yes that's right you're an earl too. Hmmhmm. Yes, Jim Phantomhive is your real name and if I hadn't delved into that case I would have never figured out you were alive. I had my hopes ya see, teehee, hopes you were alive but also if you were dead it would be easier for us…"

"Us?"

"Hmm? Don't mind me, old age and insanity has rotted my brains…HEEEHEEE"

"Tell me…tell me everything…I mean, are you really my uncle?"

Sebastian needed to sit, he had just gotten information that he would have easily tossed away had anyone else said it to him. Alois, or Jim rather, was sincerely and truthfully, biologically and physically, Ciel's brother. Older or younger is unsure but what was sure that they were related and now he found out Undertaker might possibly be Sir Vincent Phantomhives brother as well? His head was spinning.

"You know so much already. Smart earl. Aheee. No, but I might be what you call your godfather. Vincent and I…we go way back, known him since he was in diapers, I did. The other young lord looks so much like him…tell me where is he hiding? Hmm?"

"I'll tell you if you give me more information."

"For information I require my usual payment."

Alois groaned tossing his head back and downing the tea and shoving cookies in his mouth.

"Undertaker…I'm not really good at jokes…but I'll try…a knock knock joke…knock knock…"

"Oh I do love these ones. Whose there?"

"Who."

"Who who?"

"Is there an owl in the room?"

Undertaker at first looked like the simple child's joke hadn't fazed him then all the sudden he burst out laughing, falling onto the floor and rolling. It was always easy to make him laugh, but Ciel had never knew any jokes.

"Alright, Alright, ya got your joke now tell me what you know!"

Undertaker lifted himself up by the arm of the chair Alois, or shall we call him Jim now, was sitting in. He ruffled Jim's hair with a grin.

"It's a wig…isn't it?"

"Yes…it is…"

Jim put his fingers underneath the wig and slipped it off, revealing his yellow hair which he brushed out from its form to make a halo of gold around his crown. A warm smile was adorned onto the visage of the Undertaker.

"You look like Rachel…pretty thing she was…Perhaps I should start with the fire then, hmm? Ah what a day it was. That day changed me; it's how I got these scars on my face, by trying to save you all…"

He wasn't laughing; however, he was still smiling though it had a sweet sorrow within its watermelon slice. He sat down and bit off half of a dog bone shaped treat then traced each of his scars.

"I was wondering…because in my dream ya had none…"

"You have an accent…pitiful and disgusting actually…so unlike an earl…Hmmhmm…so you had a dream with me in it? Oh I am flattered. Was it a scary dream? I hope so? Teeheeeee."

"It was like a memory…I saw your eyes…they're pretty actually…can you explain the lockets…how come me and Ciel don't have 'em?"

He nodded furiously, grinning like a madman. "Heehee. They're here with me. Right on my side."

He patted the little chains that hung from his side and they rattled a little. Alois moved in closer, daring to open one. Undertaker smilingly nodded, allowing him to do so. He opened them all, there was Ciel happy and smiling, Rachel, Vincent, and Jim but there was one more, at that was a picture of Undertaker himself. The whole family. Jim sighed tracing Rachel and Vincent's face.

"It explains nothing though…why did Grell hide me."

Undertaker frowned and sipped his tea, letting his jaw muscles relax uncomfortably. He raised one eyebrow underneath the bush of grey-white hair that covered his eyes. He continued to sip his tea nonchalantly but his frown did not go unnoticed by Sebastian. The name Grell had stirred something in the strange man.

"This brings me to another question…in my dream you wore a symbol on your vest…the one on Luka and all those poor rape victims."

Undertaker put his smile back on and tapped the rim of his fragile and petite tea cup humming to himself. He turned to Jim with a smirk and a sigh. "I believe that's something you must find out on your own. Heehee."

"Why? Why can't you tell me? I need to know…please."

Undertaker started laughing without control until Alois got the nerve to stand up and slap the tea cup out of his hand. The tiny tea cup fell to the floor with a cruel shattering noise, painful sorrow within its cracked edges. Undertaker stood up, full length and dark as night clad in the nighttime darkness. He was heads and heads taller than little Jim who was now cowering before him. Undertaker tilted his head with a curious leer. Sebastian got up, fully prepared to fight the insane and unstable creature who dared to lay a finger on any relative of his master. Sebastian grabbed three knives from the tray and forks, he was a master at using whatever weaponry was present to slaughter those who could possibly harm his master.

Undertaker did no such thing though, with a saddened frown that gracefully arched into a deep smile he swooped in to enclose Jim within the darkness of his clothing, encasing him with his gangly arms, his pointed chin resting upon the soft blonde hair that caressed the young boy's head. He planted a tender kiss into the flaxen hair, salt-filled tears strumming the sides of his cheeks, which were pulling from the smile that was always present. He stroked his back with his long fingernails, digging them into his flesh hurting him slightly and causing him to squeal. Sebastian tensed, getting ready to attack.

"Jim…you listen to your uncle now…I can't tell you why things are the way they are they just are and this adventure you've tangled yourself in has to unravel itself. I can't help you…not yet. It's just how it is. You and your twin brother, Ciel, will be great lords one day, when you figure this out. The family means a lot to me, these chains fashioned from lockets, these scars, and this hat which your father and mother made for me and I found on the day of their demise…"

He dug in his pocket and got something out, it was a small felt box like one might keep a ring in. He opened it to reveal a golden band with intricate designs on it and a sharply cut ruby in the center. It was small, obviously a woman's ring. He placed it on one of Jim's petite fingers, smirking and crying ever still, licking up the salt from his tears.

"It was your mothers. Ciel has Vincent's and it's only right you have Rachel's. Remember now, I love you and Ciel very much…now go and discover what you will."

Jim kissed him briefly on his salt-stained cheeks then nodded and put the wig back on, wiping his own watery rivers that came from his sapphire eyes. Sebastian let his guard fall, placing the utensils back into place. Jim joined Sebastian by his side; Undertaker's tears were dried onto his face as he leaned down to clean up the tea cup.

"What a mess…I hope to be seeing you again Earl, hopefully you won't have such a nasty temper."

Undertaker's bangs moved so you could see his blue and green eyes wink. Jim did what Ciel would do and turn around. "Come, Sebastian, we have work to do."

As Sebastian and Jim left, the small skull shaped door bell chiming on their way out, Undertaker smiled softly and said:

"That's my boy."