A/N: So we're finally back! After a long break due to me being busy, Pyro having technical difficulties, and yes, in reality I'm just making excuses and there was absolutely no issue except for that Pyro kept forgetting her flashdrive and I was too lazy to go over there and write at her house. So yeah, sorry. But we are writing again, we are updating and we're back in the swing of things and leaving the Circus Arc behind. As much as we love to read that arc, it's a bitch to write, and the real fun was supposed to happen with the next two arcs anyway. So enjoy, hope you've stuck with us through our unplanned hiatus and that you'll keep with us now.

Music filled the dark room, sounding unusually loud in the silence. Eila couldn't see much of anything, but all pianos were basically the same, so it didn't pose too much of an issue. She'd gone too long without playing. It bothered her that some of the songs she knew weren't coming back as easily as they should have-

"Why are you playing music in the middle of the night?" Agni asked from the doorway, causing Eila to stop playing in a sudden cacophony of notes.

"Oh. Sorry, did I wake you up?" She asked sheepishly, glancing over to Agni.

He shook his head. "It is not an issue. I wake easily. What were you playing?"

Eila glanced from Agni, to the piano, and back to Agni. She was pretty sure that just saying 'Alejandro' would just cause more questions than anything, and 'Lady Gaga' would be even worse. "I was... just kind of making it up as I went along?" She offered, going for the 'blatant lies' option.

Apparently Agni bought it, though. "Really? It sounded very good!" He replied, seeming completely earnest. "A bit unusual, but very good. But you never did say why you decided to compose a song in the middle of the night."

The girl stopped, thinking for a moment. "I'm not really sure. Would you believe I miss Ravi? I mean we were both on our own in a strange town for a really long time and then we finally found each other so we could be...I don't know...more familiar with something and not so confused all the time. So now that it's just me and a bunch of strangers I'm having trouble sleeping."

Agni looked surprised. "That was...impressively honest, Miss Eila."

"Please don't call me Miss, it makes me feel old." Sighed Eila. "And I tend to get that way when it's late. It's what Ravi calls our "but...uh...stupid o'clock discussions'." She corrected herself mid-word, realizing that Agni would probably neither appreciate nor understand the concept of 'butts o'clock' conversations.

"You two are very good friends." Agni nodded sagely. "I have noticed this."

"Yeah, you could say that." Agreed Eila with a shrug. "More like friends by necessity at first actually. But by now we just know each other so well that I'm pretty sure it's impossible for us not to be friends. Of course," She began thoughtfully. "If we ever became enemies, I'd be afraid to see what would happen. I think the world would implode and decapitate everyone within a six billion mile radius. I could be exaggerating a bit there."

"Yes, that...that would be bad." Agni didn't seem quite sure whether or not she was serious. "How did you two meet anyway?"

"Huh." Eila stopped for a minute, staring at him. "You know, I actually don't remember! Weird."

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Sebastian ducked out of Beast's tent in the middle of the night, glancing around surreptitiously. As soon as he noted that the coast was clear, he headed back for his tent, mulling over the information that Beast had just given him. He was just approaching his own tent when he heard the sound of a slow, quiet clap.

"Well done, sir, most impressive." Came a voice from the figure seated near his tent door, and when he looked up, Ravi was grinning at him wryly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see if you'd actually go through with it." She replied. "You did."

Sebastian stared at her for a moment. He was getting rather sick of all this 'psychic' nonsense. Obviously, if these girls were non-magical, psychic visions were out of the question, and their insistence on the lie only caused them trouble. "I'm quite sick of your interfering." He told her bluntly as he turned on his heel. He expected her to follow him as he walked out towards the empty shower area, and the crunching footsteps behind made him smirk. Predictable humans. "Really, this is quite enough, you and your friend are going to cause the young master and myself a lot of trouble, and it's my job to ensure that trouble is kept at a minimum. So we're going to have a few words, Miss Jones."

Ravi rolled her eyes. "I told you, demon boy, psychics. It's normal where we come from which is why we don't seem unusu..."

"And where exactly are you from, Miss Jones?" interrupted Sebastian. "Because it certainly isn't from around here."

She stared at him blankly for a moment, wondering exactly how much lying she could get away with. She doubted it was very much. So option two was basically overloading the guy with information. "Well, actually, I am from around here. Literally. I mean, I grew up in the East End, with all the other street kids. Which is sort of why I have a boy's name, I didn't really think it mattered. Then when I was about six, I got...adopted, I guess it was, and my new parents brought me to America. That's where I met Eila. Our families were really good friends, and so we wound up spending a lot of time together, and since we were both pretty much loners we stuck together. Then my mom finally managed to get pregnant with my brother, and Eila and I both moved out on our own, and we wound up here somehow. But basically, yeah, we are from exactly around here."

"Now I know you're stalling." Sighed the demon, shaking his head. "You'd never willingly give out that much personal information."

Damn, thought Ravi, forgot he doesn't overload easily. "Yeah, well, I really just don't think you're going to like what I have to say about where we come from. Although, in fairness, everything I just said is true."

"Regardless, I wish to know where you truly come from so that we may send you both back as quickly as possible."

Ravi shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Yeah, that might be hard." She hedged. "See, we come from this world, only not this time frame, and...well...all of this, you, Ciel, the Phantomhives, everything...it's all fictional."

"Fictional." Repeated Sebastian, incredulously. "Really?"

"Yes, fictional." Ravi agreed, feeling somewhat impatient at this point. If she was going to have to explain all this stuff that made her head hurt, she certainly didn't want to repeat herself. "We're from 2012, and there's this series, like books, that tell your story. Eila and I loved it, we read every one. So yeah, that's why we know so much about it. I just didn't exactly think Ciel would react well to being called fictional, do you?"

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "No, I do not believe he would." He thought for a moment. "And it's hardly the first time that history has been regarded as fiction, most especially history that the human race is uncomfortable with. So I would not be surprised if that were the case here. And you are certainly correct in assuming it will be difficult to return you to your own time. Even I, as a demon, haven't the slightest idea how to time-travel."

They were both quiet for a moment as Sebastian thought over his influx of information and Ravi reminded herself that all this was probably her fault to begin with, and she was something of a crappy excuse for a scientist if she couldn't even remember how to recreate her experiment. "So you should probably go check out whatever the hell Beast told you, right?"

"Couldn't you just tell me where it will lead?" Asked Sebastian wryly.

Ravi shrugged. "Honestly, I can't remember the guy's name for the life of me. But I can tell you that it won't be pretty. I tell you anything more than that, and I risk narrative casualty being destroyed and then we're in uncharted territory."

"What about everything you've done to affect the story so far?" He gave her a weird look.

"That was all fairly minor. The point of narrative casualty is that there are some things in the story which just shouldn't be altered, otherwise you can kind of break down the plot completely, in other words, you destroy everything. The thing with the Piper...Yeah, it's big enough that if we tried to change it, we could do some serious damage. Not that it doesn't do enough damage of its own, just...ours would be bad. All I can tell you is that you need to be prepared to be Ciel's fixer pretty soon. He's going to need it."

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"...so yeah, that's how Ravi and I met." Finished Eila, nodding to herself decisively. "At least, I'm pretty sure it is."

Agni glanced at her amusedly. "I suppose that is part of being friends for so long. Forgetting exactly how it all started."

"Yeah, probably." Eila agreed. "But on the other hand, unless it's some massive life-changing event, I'm not very likely to remember first meetings, and by the time I bother wondering because we've known each other a while, I've already forgotten how it happened."

"So do you remember how you met me?"

"You picked me up by the back of my dress, dude, that' kind of hard to forget." She pointed out wryly. "I'm not that easy to pick up!"

He shrugged. "It wasn't exactly easy, but I have the strength to do what is necessary for my Prince."

"You're so calm about that."

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A/N: It's true, Pyro really never does remember when she met people. We still have no idea exactly how we met, just that she kind of scared the shit out of me, and she kind of thought I was boring. But then we got stuck in class together and started getting along famously. She still doesn't understand why I, and all our other friends, thought she was intimidating upon our first meeting.

Also, on another Pyro note, she doesn't believe we actually have fans, despite 60 followers, 45 alerts, 130 reviews, and 3000 viewers. She doesn't believe that many of you continue messaging me after commenting on our story and that many of you have demanded updates when we are lazy for more than a month or so. I suggest you all start picking on her for that since she's the one with the flashdrive and the story, and all I can do is copy and paste it into the damn internet page. Or just comment telling her that there's more than 3 of you who pay any attention to this story. She thinks there's no more than three. I'm thinking there's at least five. Prove us wrong, please.