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Hollow was the best way to describe me at that moment. I felt empty, cold… Soulless. I was actually shivering.

Once I had calmed down a bit, I went to my bed and sat cross-legged on it. I didn't even care not showering any more. After that, my whole plans, all the intentions I had evaporated. It was strange. I didn't like the feeling.

I couldn't help but stare at my hands, those which had held a gun and killed a man. I held my breath.

I had killed a man. I had killed a man. I didn't even look at him in the eyes; I had looked away. Not only a murderer, but a cowardly one. What would my brother think if he saw me now? What would Violet think?

I dug my hands into my hair, trying to get my breath under control.

How was I supposed to feel right now? It had been too easy, too freaking easy… Pull the trigger. Boom. He's gone. After that, what? Wash my hands and continue with my life like nothing had happened? Was that really how it worked?

I didn't, couldn't understand. I needed somebody, anybody. I wanted my brother here, with me. It felt so lonely…

"Hey, I'm still here, you know. Alex, I'm here for you."

David. The only person I could rely on was a demon. This was unbelievable. Demons weren't supposed to give comfort, they were supposed to give you nightmares.

I couldn't bring myself to speak. Any moment I felt like I would vomit from shock again or burst out crying. The demon was imitating my posture in front of me and he had a relaxed face on, inviting me to speak. I couldn't. He gave a tiny smile.

"It's not bad to cry, even in if it's in front of somebody else. We're alone, you do or say anything you need to. Look, I know this is messed up, but think: at some point this was bound to happen. Better here, in private, when you're not in a extreme situation rather than in the middle of something big." The demon proceed to take a deep breath before continuing. "I hate saying this, but Sebastian did the right thing. You should pass this experience for good and learn a few things. First lesson you must learn: life isn't all rainbows and sunshine. There'll be death, there'll be tragedy and there'll be loads of pain. Still, there are good things in life. Think that you're the only one who suffers? Look at me! Even with all the shit I've been put through, I still can smile! See?"

David gave a bright grin, showing me his long canines. I couldn't help but smile a tiny bit too. It's true what they say: smiling is contagious. He had the cheerfulness and optimism of a child. David came closer and I backed up a bit, surprised at his sudden approach. He smirked with confidence.

"That's what I was talking about. Much better. A smile suits you way more than a frown, Alex. I can't help but think about you as a child. I must say you were adorable back then, with your little uniform and boots. And that tiny wooden sword! Remember?" he said and I said something for the first time in hours.

"Yeah… Those were good, happy times…"

"Who says those days have to be over? I'll give you a piece of my thoughts. You don't need a shitty piece of paper to tell you you're a knight. You don't need to destroy a demon to be good at what you do. You don't have to have your hands clean of blood to be a hero. So as your demon and best friend I have got to say: girl, you are awesome. So erase that ugly frowny face and put that nice smile you have." David winked at me and I blushed, embarrassed at his comment.

"You're only saying that to cheer me up, moron…" I looked away and David laughed loudly. "What's so funny?!"

"You react in such a funny way to what I say! You're still as adorable as you were when you were a kid! Aww, if I could only give you a hug right now." He gave a pout and lied down on his right side. "By the way, we're…friends, right?"

I was shocked by the question. On the first days when we met it was only a 'you help me and I help you' relationship. He didn't want to talk to me, so he was silent most of the time. So when did we begin to treat each other so casually? David read my thoughts and kinda blushed.

"I guess I grew fond of you. We spend all our time together and I know your feelings and thoughts all the time…I don't know. It just happened, I guess!" He shrugged and rolled so his stomach was facing up. "So, are we friends or not?"

"Of course we are! I mean, you wouldn't be here comforting me if we weren't, right?" I answered immediately.

"Good point. Now, to make it official, let's shake hands. I promise I won't disappear this time." He stretched his transparent hand towards me and I looked at it warily, making him sigh in exasperation. "Just go with it."

I smiled sideways and closed my hand, gripping nothing but thin air. I moved my hand up and down and David followed the movements. We 'let go' of each other and the room fell into a comfortable silence. This demon was quite a unique person.

"I hope this little pep talk helped you cheer up."

"It did. Thank you, David."

"Hehe! No problem. Oh, one last piece of advice before we get to sleep: instead of keeping things to yourself, let it all out. You've got friends and they won't mind hearing you out every now and then. I'm sure that any of the servants would be glad to help you. Even Ciel can listen if he's in a good mood. And I guess Sebastian can be wise, the old man that he is..."

"I suppose you're right." I sighed and David raised an eyebrow.

"You suppose? I am right. I'm a 400 year old teenager, so I think I know just a little bit more about life issues than you, not to mention how to handle shit in general," he complained and I barely contained a snort. "Laugh all you want. I'm the only guy around who understands your feelings."

"Sad but true. Anyways, we should get some sleep. Let's hope I don't get any nightmares tonight." I stirred in my bed with a groan.

"I'll try to pull some strings in your mind to give you pretty dreams. Night, my little Joanne D'Arc."

"You know she got burned up in the end, right?"

"Ehh… Then what nickname do you suggest?"

"Alex is fine, damn it. Go to sleep!"

"…"

"…"

"Alex."

"WHAT!?"

"It's okay to cry."

I leaned on my side and snuggled on the pillow. My eyes itched and I felt my breath go ragged. Fucking demon. Stop tampering with my memories and bringing up metal pictures of the persons I love. Stop showing me the good old days. Stop making me nostalgic! Shit, I missed them so much. Violet, brother; why you two?! I curled into a ball and shut tightly my eyes.

"Stupid demon."

(I don't have any control of your emotions, stop trying to pass off the blame.)

"Shut up! Just, shut up…"

In my frustrated rage I let out a tiny tear escape. That was the trigger. I could only sleep when I had shed all the tears I could manage. I, Alex Kane, had cried myself to sleep after almost three years. I hadn't done it since the 5th of March.

-David POV-

Humans, for the love of Satan. One day they're going to drive me crazy. Why are they so complicated?! AND ESPECIALLY THE WOMEN?! Try to deal with this shit Sebastian, I dare you! I double-dare you, you motherfucker! And on top it off, I was stuck with the human with most conflicting emotions ever. She can keep her cool but then she can be fierce. Frozen flame and burning ice, you know? She has so many troubles to deal with yet she doesn't want to involve anybody. Anybody! In a week or two I'm going to go look for a new host because she is going to have a brutal mental breakdown. Her brain is going to explode if her heart doesn't first. When is she going to understand that letting your emotions isn't the same as being weak?

Equally as bad is the same dualistic shit that this life has. Have faith but don't be childish. Be optimistic but get a hold of the disturbing reality. Trust your friends but don't ever trust anybody. Follow your heart but don't be reckless and ruin your life. Can't the world decide on just one thing?! 400 years of existence and I'm still struggling to deal with this crap.

Black or white? People say it's grey. If only getting the perfect grey color was that easy. Now Alex has to deal with the world's twisted way of putting things: being an honorable person but also being a perfect killing machine. Fucking hell.

At least she was able to cry. Hurray, I got Alex's tears. I can make the Philosopher's stone with them. I'll only need unicorn blood, a virgin maiden, a spoonful of mummy dust and a dragon's penis. Life is so damn difficult, so why the hell not add some more crap to the mix? Oh, yeah, I also need my body. I almost forgot.

I'd pay anything to have that nice piece of flesh back. I want to feel pain again. I want to feel the soft fabric and the hard stone. The wind, the fire, the water…And I want to masturbate. Badly. Try to live so many years without giving yourself some love and you'll probably get my point. Now, let's see how this British Hua Mulan is handling the morning.

"Can I be truthful? You need to shower," I deadpanned, and she nodded, staring at her reflection.

Just picture a lion mane three times more messed up than usual, a dirty face with two lines drawn from tears and blood with ashes as makeup. Alex might have washed her hands yesterday, but she still looked like she came from a fight in a mud pit. Not her best day, appearance-wise. Without any other word, Alex pulled over her head the shirt and threw it somewhere. When she was unbuckling her pants she noticed something and stopped. I was confused until I saw her trail a hand over her right arm. Over a white and very visible scar. A flash of red came into our minds. Yeah, that night…

She closed her eyes and undressed. I caught her eyeing her knee. That bad knee. She huffed uncomfortable of having that thought in her mind and I let out a dry laugh.

"You might be able to predict the weather with it once I stop living inside you. When it itches it'd probably rain or something."

"Sure thing…" She scoffed with a bitter tone. I was surprised to hear such emotion at my trivial comment.

I peered into her mind and immediately regretted it. I had forgotten something extremely important: After I got my body back, her soul would be in my stomach for the rest of eternity. Nice going, you idiot. I had to slap myself for that. Great way to ease the mood. I had the feeling that Alex was going to keep up this defensive attitude for a good while. I knew she was sad, stressed and angry with herself, but honestly, I never thought I'd see the day when she couldn't make light of her life.

"Good morning, Alex—" Sebastian begun, but Alex cut him off by actually shoving him out of the way to enter into Ciel's study.

"Shut the fuck up you sick satanic pedophile and go to screw somebody else with your insane courtesy." She finished her sentence by slamming the door shut.

I appeared out of her body and looked back at the old demon. He was staring, looking quite disturbed, at where Alex had been. He blinked owlishly and asked without words. I crossed my arms.

"You overdid it this time, gramps."

"I expected a very different reaction. Interesting development…" he muttered, cupping his chin with his hand. I sighed.

"She's not a rat you can experiment on. You know she's having a bad time and that what you didn't help at all. Why do you hate her so much?" I asked, finally getting my curiosity together to shed some divine light on Sebastian's inner thoughts.

"I do not hate her as she and you might think. Do you know how difficult is to find a human such as Alex? There's something intriguing in her. She walks in a path of darkness yet remains in the light. A perfect balance. I wanted to see if that balance could be tampered with. She holds the passion of rage within the blue of sadness. Some sort of…"

"Burning ice and frozen flame," I finished. Sebastian gave an honest-to-goodness laugh, not a mocking one.

"So you noticed it too? I'm jealous. Having the chance to obtain such a complex soul, you can consider yourself lucky. These little ups and downs will only make it tastier. But I do not hate her. In fact, I find her amusing, and she seems to be the only one in this manor who does her job properly, even if I sometimes I have to help. Understand that this is part of my contract: I have to make sure that the young earl lives. Humans make mistakes easily, and even though I trust in Alex's skills, it is only a bit. I want you to understand that, for me, humans are difficult creatures and I enjoy it when I find one who can be picked apart."

"Alright, alright, I get your point." I nodded but gave a deep sigh. "We agree on a certain point, and this is from one 'human behavior analyst' to another: don't mess with this one when it's not necessary. It might don't look like it but Alex contains a hell of a lot of feelings. It might be hard from others to see but, in all seriousness, she's at the verge of doing something dangerous."

Sebastian closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds. He clicked his tongue.

"I guess interfering would not bad if I were to take an observing position in this matter. You're lucky to have total access to the depths of her mind. My, I may have been mistaken in my actions and rushed things. Oh dear…"

"Yeah, you did! Thanks for realizing!" I exclaimed and inched forward a bit. "Look, I know we're very different from each other. You think I'm a brat, I think you're a hag. You're a gourmet and I'm a starving parasite. Now, for the well and harmony of the universe, and Alex's shake, try to be more-let's say gentle. Come on. She's a sexually-disoriented Darwinist agnostic teenager posing as a man to fulfill a dream fueled by her murdered adoptive brother with someone wanting her dead. Don't you think she has enough shit to deal with already?"

We both stood in silence. Sebastian gave a slight shrug and turned away. I made a noise.

"Does that mean yes or no?!"

"It means I'll try."

Now that was unexpected. Maybe he was in a good mood. Speaking of moods, how am I going to make Alex feel less bitchy? Agh… Hold it up. What are those shouting sounds?

-End David POV-

Ciel jumped up from his chair at his desk at the sound of his office doors slamming harshly. He narrowed his eyes at first, but when our eyes met a look of confusion and concern came onto his face. Crossing the room in silence, I stood beside him to gaze outside through the window behind his desk. I knew he was wondering what was wrong with me, but as I expected, he was smart enough to not press my buttons by asking.

I wasn't looking forward to having another talk. I felt like an idiot after what had happened yesterday. I should have known better. I had a job and with that job came certain responsibilities. What was I expecting if not executions and torture? What a fool I was. But my brother was probably ten times more foolish. Was he really going to spoon-feed me praise and fairy tales until I was officially knighted? He had filled my head with clouds, making it impossible for me to see the reality of the world. I loved him, sure, but I was pissed. I was pissed with him, I was pissed with Sebastian, with the world, with myself… I wanted to shout so fucking badly. Oh, but what good will that bring? 'Talk to others,' he had said. As if it was that easy.

"Alexis?" Ciel asked and I grunted in acknowledgement. "Did anything that I should know of happen?"

"Nothing you really need to know," I answered and glared at the lawn outside. "Finish your paperwork."

The young Earl didn't take my last remark too well. He stood up loudly and in return I crossed my arms with a fierce expression. The little brat wanted to fight? Bring it on.

"What was that?" he inquired challengingly, but I stood my ground. "I have no idea of what's going on in your mind—"

"Oh, believe me, you have no idea," I said sarcastically. Ciel made an irritated face.

"What in the world has gotten into you today?"

"Today?! I've been like this for days, you idiot! While you and Sebastian played detectives, I was the one who had to take all this bullshit! You think this is a game you can play because oh, you're the king of the house, but let me tell you that not even once since I've been living this hell somebody has asked me how the hell I was feeling!" Walking from an extreme to the other of the room I finished punching a wall out in frustration. "Do you have idea of how much this hurts?!"

"You're one to talk about pain!" he said, bringing a delicate subject to the surface that I would rather not touch upon. I clenched my fist tightly.

"You had parents to begin with, you had a house, you had honor... At least you know who you are. Who am I?! Tell me, Mr. Know-it-All! Who the fuck I am?!" I turned and hunched slightly so we were face to face.

"You're Alexis Kane, making a fuss over nothing!" He pointed at my chest and I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Now here's where you're mistaken, boy! My title: fake. My history: fake. My name: I bet it's fake too since I haven't seen it written officially anywhere. You know nothing about me. I was probably born in the gutter or a jail, just like the hundreds of people I saw every day! At least you had something to lose. I had NOTHING! No family, no home and not even an ambition to bring myself to get up another morning."

"Precisely; you're accustomed to have nothing to begin with. All I had was stolen from me!"

"Might I remind you that I've also lost people?! That the only good things that happened in my life are buried in the graveyard too?!"

We were both shouting at each other by now. We fell in an awkward silence which we didn't dare to break. I looked at my hand and saw blood oozing from my knuckles. It barely hurt at all. I had had worse. I felt sick in my soul. Precisely in that moment, David crossed like the phantom he was through the door of the study. His usual grin and cocky spirit was gone. He had a serious face on, making him look both intimidating and older.

"This isn't what I meant by talking to others," He pointed out and I growled.

"Don't interfere with this."

"Shut your mouth. What the hell is wrong with you two? Instead of comforting each other and sharing your pain, you're competing to see who had the worst childhood. Have you gone mad?"

"She started yelling, I was only worrying for her," Ciel excused himself, and I muttered some words of the impolite nature. "Excuse me, what was that?"

"About time you started worrying, don't you think?" I repeated, loudly and clearer.

"Oh, for Satan's spawns, stop it already!" David commanded with an over-the-top deep voice.

I could see in his personification, how his red eyes brightened and each pupil turned into slits. He had a face of pure and rage. Ciel and I kind of backed slowly from his figure. The demon he was seemed to show up for a moment until he calmed down enough.

"You two…know nothing…of what pain means. I'd be thanking whatever god you may want for being in your position. You're alive. Your hearts beat, your blood is warm and yet you complain of what you had or never had? Of what you've lost? I'd slap both of you across the face. Ciel, you asshole, this person right here has been worrying about you since the moment she came here and I haven't seen you even once acknowledge her properly and you know it. And Alex, you stubborn bitch, I've told you already but this stupid strong act has to stop. CUT IT OUT ALREADY YOU TWO!"

Ciel and I looked at each other shocked…and ashamed of each other. We were being scolded by a demon and treated like siblings fighting over a toy. I felt my throat dry and left eye slightly itch. David folded his arms, tapping his foot against the ground. I gathered all the courage I could.

"I'm sorry—"I started.

"Forgive me—"Ciel began.

We both shut our mouths and David gave a smirk. He disappeared. That's when suddenly I was forced to abruptly hug the young Earl. I let out a curse and damned David for this.

"Not my fault!" I quickly said but he sighed and returned it awkwardly.

"I know, I know…"

A minute later, we were still hugging, making for an overly awkward situation. David wouldn't budge at all. I asked him why internally.

(You still haven't said it.)

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry for acting all bitchy and bringing up some not-so-nice memories. I'm really sorry."

"I know you don't think rationally when you're in a bad mood. Forgive me for not have taken your feelings into account. You must be going through a lot for the first time in your life, things that I had already adjusted to, and I did not stop to think about how other individuals might be mentally affected."

"Me too. I mean, sometimes I forget about, you know, that thing," I said, sniffling.

David stopped his control and we parted. I rubbed my eyes harshly and Ciel readjusted his clothes in an attempt to look casual. We shared a look. He cleared his throat.

"Do you want to talk about…anything? I mean, in a more civilized way," he suggested.

"Ehh…sure," I answered, feeling uneasy about whatever would decide to spurt out of my mouth next.

This might sound contradictory: I wanted to talk about it, but I also didn't want to. I probably didn't want to face the cruel reality that was my job, but still, this would be the best time to do it. We had a few hours until we left for London. It seemed that we had business to attend. Queen's orders, apparently. Sebastian was busy packing and preparing everything, so that left us alone.

We started to discuss matters I had never discussed with anyone before. I told him everything from beginning to end. He didn't interrupt unless to ask specific question or a state a correct guess. It took me a lot of courage to even speak about yesterday's events. Ciel didn't shown much emotion up until the end, as I spoke until the last part. Once I finished, I could only mutter one thing.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time in this stupid talk when I could talk to one of the servants or something instead," I apologized. He just shook his head.

"Don't be. Honestly, how come you've been holding this in for so long?" Ciel said lightly. I shrugged. "I understand your outburst from before now."

"It was completely out of the blue, and I'm really, really sorry for that," I insisted, but he waved it off. "So, now what?"

"The most important thing is: do you feel any better?" he asked, completely serious, and I nodded. "Good. Now then…"

Ciel took a moment to choose his words carefully. I waited impatiently tapping my foot against the ground.

"It's been almost two years since you came to serve this household and you've showed a spirit and enthusiasm beyond what I expected. I'd like to thank you for it and for dealing with all the problems I've given to you without complaint, even if it was clearly part of your job. You fulfill your tasks regardless of your past or your gender. Why would you be upset of what you are or what you aren't? Just do what you want to do and don't worry about what others think of you," Ciel said wisely. "That's what I think of you as a bodyguard. As a close acquaintance, you're not a bad person. You haven't done anything wrong. You protect the ones you care for, even if that means taking others' lives. There's nothing wrong with that. My advice is that you return to your post, keep doing a good work and don't get killed."

"Do you really think so?" I asked, surprised at his short speech and really touched by his words.

Ciel grabbed a pen from his desk and pulled closer a document he had left half-finished.

"Yes. You're dismissed. Get back to your post and don't distract me again while I work." He shooed me off with his hand and I headed toward the door.

"Thanks, Ciel—"

"Leave. Can't you see I'm busy?" He reprimanded me and I rolled my eyes but gave him a thankful smile for his patience and advice.

After closing the door behind me, I breathed out and finally felt the stinging sensation on my knuckles. The blood was half-dried but it still hurt to move my fingers. I thought that the best thing to get right then was a first aid kit. Issues would develop later, as I hurt my right hand. I'm right-handed. Smooth move, Alex. Real smooth... Luckily, no bones were broken. It's pretty hard to bandage your own hand, even with the assistance of your mouth.

"Do you need help?" A very, very familiar voice asked from the doorway and I rolled my eyes.

"Mmpppf mppf ffff."

"Excuse me?"

I would have slapped myself if I could. I spat the piece of band from my mouth and slightly turned my head.

"I've told you that I don't need nor want your pity."

Instead of listening like I hoped he would do, he approached and took my hand and the bandages. My first impulse was to tell him to fuck off and pull my hand away. Yet, what David said was still haunting my mind. I admit that I can't properly do this on my own, but I don't want anybody's help. Especially his. I don't know, it made me feel weak, like a child. Like when Angel also tended my wounds when he accidentally hit me while training. Man, I remember how scared and worried he was then. He looked about to have a heart attack. Maybe that was the reason why I didn't cry from pain. How he lost his temper made me laugh.

It seemed that I had zoned out because in that moment I snapped back to reality, Sebastian had already finished. I checked it. It wasn't overly tight, I supposed…

"Is it okay?" he asked. I nodded yes. "Very well. If you will excuse me…"

He headed for the door. For some reason, I wanted to speak to him. Ciel had given me the support I needed. Maybe this time I could speak to him unafraid of the answers.

The words I longed to say never left my mouth. He left and we never spoke about it. Never. I guess I missed my chance.

Now it doesn't matter. I got up and went to my room, finding there a little letter on my nightstand with instructions about our little travel to town. The instruction were right, even if I didn't like having to go on my own and not with them. The situation wasn't exactly ideal for me traveling with Ciel. I was in constant danger, but I couldn't be left at home doing nothing at all. We would travel separate ways and then 'meet' at the location. To go unnoticed I had to do what I did best: Disguise myself.

"How many roles have I played in my freaking life? This shit messes with my mental health." I huffed as I looked through all the clothes I kept in case a situation like this came up. "Let's get creative."

Okay. The new attire was a pair of trousers with suspenders and a shirt with my sleeves rolled up. The bandage on my knuckles would be a good, so I did the same thing with the other hand. Now, here came the worst part... Wigs could easily give away your true self because of the tiniest mistake, so I had to do something harsh.

I've always wanted to grow my hair long and wear it loose, but no, I had to cut it off and wear a tiny pony-tail. That precious ponytail that I cherished had to go. I had cut my hair so I looked ten times more boyish than usual. I even dyed it a light brown. I placed on top of it a flat cap. In short I probably looked like any random boy from the suburbs. I made sure that the shoes I wore were old as fuck. The thing was, I couldn't go around with a sword attached to my belt, so I needed to get even more creative. The Apache would fit inside a deep pocket, but I needed my sword.

"A fake cane? Great, but why would this character use one?" I muttered, eyeing the one I was holding. David suddenly came up with an idea.

"You know, that bad leg of yours might come in handy this time," he suggested and I frowned, thinking about a little perk in his plan.

"Faking an injury is a weak point in a disguise. If someone discovers it, my cover will be completely blown."

"Who said anybody about faking it? You are, in fact, actually disabled because that leg. I could simply forget for a while about that little problem," he said. My leg went stiff to proof his point.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I placed my hand on the bed to stop myself from falling down. "Warn me beforehand next time, will you?!"

Just what I needed. To complete the disguise, I went to look for Bard. It was difficult to move with that leg, which proved my point that I thought my career would be ruined because of it. He didn't recognize me at first, which created quite a commotion.

"INTRUDER IN THE MANOR! INTRUDE IN THE MANOR!"

"BARD, GET OFF ME AND STOP SHOUTING IN MY EAR, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

It took ten minutes, Sebastian, and two hounds recognizing me as their mommy for Bard to realize that the boy he was holding down was me. Good disguise, I guess, but terrible leg ache afterwards. If I went to his aid it was because I needed something that he probably had tons of it.

"Smoke and ash? Sure, just step into the kitchen, kid! Just now I was trying a new recipe of cookies." He cheerfully invited me in.

"Cool, I'll be calling the shop to get a new oven."

I needed just a little amount to give the last touches to the disguise. If I had known what we were doing earlier I wouldn't have showered that morning, but what could I do now?

A bit on the face, some on the clothes and Bard gave me some extra greasy spots there and there with oil.

"All right, how did I smell before entering it?" I asked Bard and he scratched his head awkwardly.

"I guess of yourself."

"Amazing description of scent, chef. Anyways, how do I smell now?"

"Like coal."

"Would you say like a factory?" I asked hopefully and he moved his hand in a 'more or less' manner.

"Eeeehhhh, I guess so."

"Yes, objective achieved! Thanks Bard!"

"A-Alright… Is she role-playing or something? Kids these days…Now, where did Sebastian hide the flamethrower this time?"

I think I had it done. I only had to practice my character a tiny bit, and put it into action and see what happened. I didn't think people would recognize me, but that's only what I think. Maybe Soma would, and obviously Ciel and Sebastian could see through that disguise. So I placed myself in front of the mirror and rehearsed once more.

"Do you think the Irish accent is necessary?" I asked uncertainly of David, who had insisted that I have an accent.

"Absolutely necessary. Besides, it's cool to see you struggling with the words, lad. By the way, got any catchphrase in mind yet? You can't go around saying 'damn' because you'll be found out in a second."

I rubbed my temple and put my eyes in blank knowing that from now on I'd have to get accustomed to being addressed by another name.

"Agh…I hope this blasted case ends soon…"

(Next stop: Noah's Ark Circus!)

Author Note: It was an extra large chapter, people. Hope you liked it! Remember to send me your reviews. I love reviews. Everyone loves them. Until next time, guys!

Berlin: Centipedes? I'd burn them all. They were disgusting already before watching Tokyo Ghoul but after it...*shiver* Don't remember how hot it was but I think someone had to go to the hospital. Yeah.

Melody Yuna: Holy shit, score for me then XD. I can't believe I made one of Bassy's fans hate him. Thanks for being in Alexis side, she totally needs support.

TheLittleBookThief: Eurovision was pretty boring this year. There weren't enough freaks. I mean, we got a burning piano but not too much. And once again Spain got nothing. We weren't worse than Germany though, muahaha...

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