Hey there, baybays! Yes, the sexual assault on my butt is still going on :( Also, some African American dude in my grade keeps calling me 'bad as hell' and 'bad', whatever that means. Yup, but good news? Cross country is over in little over a week! Cheers to sitting around on my ass and finally finishing this goddamn story! Agh, I can't belive it! It'll probably be no more than 30 chapters, just so you know. Or, I'll put it in algebraic terms: Misery Loves Company ≤ 30 chapters

Goddamn algebra II getting to my brain. :p Anywho, hope you all are having a great autumn! I simply ADORE this season! There is literally so much that is perfect about fall I can't even… So yeah, while enjoying my fall-flavored coffee, I present to you your next chapter!

~Enjoy!~

You were so young, and I guess I'm old.

Open your eyes, I'll keep mine closed.

I prefer standing, and you take your seat.

I'll be wide awake, and you'll fall asleep.

And you'll fall down a hole.

That's the one place we both know.

You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go

I guess sometimes, we both lose our minds, to find a better road.

"Oh my god, wait up!" I laughed, staggering drunkenly after Darren as he teasingly ran in front of me.

He had a cute smirk on his face, one of those that make you want to pinch his cheeks and make embarrassing squeals. At the same time, he emitted this aura that made normal people want to stay away. Good thing I'm not a normal person. It's probably why I worked at Misery & Co., I was one of the few people who could stand people like Darren. Quirky, ominous, weird; like myself.

I tried sprinting up after to him, only to have him skid to a stop.

"Ah!" I squawked, caught off-guard and bumping into the soft cotton shirt he had on.

He had a mischievous look in his eyes and glanced up at the sign. Oh, he had stopped because we were here already. Raising my hand to knock on the door, Darren ignored it and went into the store regardless.

What a rude young man.

"Kufufufu!" An excited cackle made me jump as soon as I entered the coroner's office. "Look who we have here."

Stroking a glass skull with his ill-fitting gown on, Undertaker sat atop his front desk, grinning roguely.

He looked over both Darren and I, eyeing me in particular.

First, he spoke to Darren. "What brings you here, my pupil? And I see you brought the Countess Phantomhive?"

"Phantomhive?" Darren asked, a shocked expression crossing his face. He turned to me. "You're related to the Phantomhives?"

I shrugged. "More or less. It's sort of complicated."

"Kekeke, so I see you've finally found out the truth you've been seeking," Undertaker called out. "Was it worth the trouble?"

I took a moment to think that over. Was it worth the trouble? It was hard to believe that at one point I had actually wanted to know more about Ciel Phantomhive. Now, I wish I could erase any and every memory of his.

After taking a second, I finally came up with a reply. "In a backhanded way, yes. I'd rather know the awful truth than live naively for the rest of my life, never knowing what could have been. Which reminds me, I have a favor to ask you."

"She had a request for you, so I took her here," Darren added in. "That's why I arrived at this hour. Sorry, sir."

Undertaker waved it off. "It's no fuss. Anything for a customer such as the young Phantomhive. Her family has been doing business with me for quite a long time.

Now, Seul, what is it you want?"

I leant forward and whispered the appeal into his ear, making him squabble with delight upon hearing it.

I can be pensive, you can be so sure.

You'll be the poison; you'll be the cure.

I'm alone on the journey; I'm alive nonetheless

And when you do your very worst, mmm, it feels the best.

Sebastian flicked his burnt-out cigarette onto the dusty ground, trying to pick up Seul's scent like a grubby mongrel. He ran a worn hand through his greasy locks in desire of a good rinse. His tailcoat was in an unfortunate state; the fighting and pacing around had worn holes in it in just hours. He detested looking so awful; he never stepped out in such an impure condition.

Finally tracing a lead back to a familiar place, Sebastian set off in search of his precious prey.

Can't you see the faces melting as the sun rains from their eyes?

Go on and keep your head with the hearts that you left behind.

Look at yourself, look in the mirror, don't you see a lie?

That you tell yourself again a thousand times.

And that the truth that makes us laugh will make you cry.

You wanna die?

No?

Week 5, Day 30

Saturday

Final Day of Contract

I was waiting patiently back in Undertaker's place, as I had for about a day now. He almost had everything ready to complete my request and then my wish could be fulfilled. It was nearing midnight now, only about an hour until my contract was over.

Sitting alone on the front desk, I jolted awake to the vibration of my phone. I had received a new text from Alois.

Hey girl! How you holding up? I haven't heard from you in a while. He texted.

Without a second of thought, I scuttled out a reply. Pretty good. Lol, I'm sure you've probably been seeing me on the news. Though, I DENY EVERYTHING! (: Hah, but on a more serious note, has everything been alright back home? You know, with Luka and stuff?

There was a tentative pause before my phone alerted me of a new text again. You dirty girl, those things about you BETTER not be true. Jk, you're my little Seul, I know you're not like that. My mind suddenly flashed back to when Sebastian and I had had sex in Alois and Ciel's bed. Yeah…I should probably just let Alois think nice things about me while he still could. His message continued on, though. I mean, Luka was crushed and everything when he came back from London. He refused to talk about it but Ciel and I figured it out from the news reports.

Curious, I flipped my phone open to respond. That's sad. I keep kicking myself because I won't be able to fly out for his funeral. :(

It was barely two seconds before the expected buzz sounded. Just two words were on the otherwise blank screen. …what funeral?

Whoops…Had I unintentionally let the cat out of the bag?

Um, didn't your mom tell you yet? She called me a few days ago to tell me the communiqué. She said he had committed suicide.

It didn't take long for Alois's shocked reply to arrive.

Babe, you said this was a few days ago? I just saw my lil' bro this morning, and I can assure you I wasn't seeing ghosts because we had brunch with the whole fam. Whoever told you that announcement obviously wasn't my mom and were trying to mess with you.

Fumbling for the right words to say, I flicked through my recent call history to find the one from Thursday morning. Taking a second look, I realized that the area code was one from London, making it impossible to be from Alois and Luca's mother.

I guess you were right. I'm so sorry for worrying you, but I'm so glad it's not true. I don't have any idea what kind of sick person would do such a thing. (Actually, I had a very strong idea of who would do such a thing). The number wasn't even from the Los Angeles area, (oh god, why am I so stupid?) so yeah, tell Luka hi for me, 'cause he's alive lol.

Alois's response made me emit a fresh breath of relief. I wiped the sweat that had formed from my nerves on the back of my jeans.

No prob, lil' sis, but I appreciate you looking out for my bro. I'm looking out for yours. ;)

Tmi, I sent back. But thanks.

Anytime babe, he texted. Just make sure you're taking good care of yourself. I worry about you living there all by yourself. Ciel and I both. Don't worry; we'll be visiting one more time before the summer's over!

"Seul, it's almost all ready!" Undertaker announced from behind me, hidden by a few items in the back of the room.

"K," I riposted.

Spinning out my phone, my fingers blazed up along the keys and spelled out a last message to Alois.

It's appreciated, but don't worry. I really love you so much, and same with Ciel. I wish you guys the best, you'll always be remembered in my heart. I know it's cheesy, but it's true. You may forget me, but I'll never forget you two, and Luka, and everyone else. Thanks for always being there for me when I needed you. Once again, love ya and goodbye. (:

Before waiting for a rejoinder, I shut my phone off and left it solitary on the front counter and leapt off of my opulent resting place. Lol, jk. This place is dusty as fuck.

As I turned my back to meet up with Undertaker, a faint jingle could be heard as the front entrance opened and a gust of lukewarm wind rushed in and chilled my bones. Though, for some reason, I'm thinking it wasn't all because of the weather.

The aura itself had suddenly manifested itself in my insides, the deep darkness seeping in through every pore on my skin. Though, it wasn't going to get me down. It never had before. Wasn't going to now.

I spun around, locked eyes with the visitor and let a low snarl escape from within my teeth.

"Why? Why would you even bother to show up? Couldn't you wait ten fucking more minutes until our contract is up?" I yelled, keeping no restraint on my decibel level.

When Sebastian replied, it wasn't his usual sassy remark or sly backhanded smirk. He was serious, all the way through. Unlike my usual slice of cake, he was a concrete brick, impossible to break.

"Seul, just what are you planning? And why did you run away from me that night?"

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Do you even need to ask that? I ran away because you fucking betrayed me! You were just using me, all along. The dinners, the dates, the nice gifts, they were just ploys in your game to get closer to me and gain my trust! I've never been so horrendously humiliated by anyone and you have the nerve to ask why I hightailed it away from you?"

Sebastian took a few cautious steps towards me. "Seul, just calm down and tell me what you are going to do now. I'm aware that something is up, and I would like for you to tell me what it is. I think you may regret it."

My eyes remained unchanged, unfeeling and cold. This was not the time for pity. This was war.

"What I'm doing," I spat. "Is undoing the damage you caused. I'm righting the wrongs; I'm going to fix it all. Including myself. I'm going to fix the destruction I've created as well. Everything will be solved in one go."

"You know you-" Sebastian started but I interrupted him.

"-Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked without pausing for a chance for him to answer. "Did you perhaps happen to pay some random woman to call me and tell me that Luka was dead?"

"She wasn't random, it was my personal assistant-"

"Oh big fucking deal!" I shouted. "You can't be serious, I can't even believe you did that! Oh wait, I can. But seriously, what kind of sick fuck does something like that? Was your jealousy really that extreme? God, how fucking obsessive are you? I can't, I can't even…"

His lips parted briefly, as if he was going to say something, but they quickly closed again.

From the back, I heard Undertaker's voice call out again. "Seul, hasten up! I'm nearly done, and when the portal's open I'll only be able to keep it navigable for a short span of time."

"One sec," I tossed my head back and stated.

I turned back to the trash in front of me and said my one last goodbye. "I have to go. So, get out or you can stay and watch as you lose me forever."

Sebastian reached out to grab my wrist, but I was too swift for him and used said hand to slap him in the face.

"I mean it," I growled. "I'm not staying."

"Don't leave," he ordered.

I stopped still in my tracks and punched him square in the jaw, ignoring the pain that came with smashing my hand into his steely bone structure.

"Don't you dare fucking tell me what to do."

He stood aback, and let me go along to where Undertaker was. He had just conjured up a small floating black, purple, and grey spinning orb. It was pretty much what a black hole looked like, if you can imagine that. Undertaker had countless items and books open and splayed all over the room. An ominous black cat sat in the corner, swaying its tail and peering out pensively. Right as I stepped into the warping whirlpool of space and time, Sebastian decided to say his final words.

I had to wait for the portal to close, so I might as well listen to what he had to say.

"Seul," he started. "Do you remember when you were fighting Ciel inside of your own consciousness? And before that, do you remember when Ciel asked me whom I would rather be with? Well, when you were fighting, I thought about whom I wanted to win. And as much as I had previously convinced myself that there was no one else that I had stronger feelings for than Ciel, it wasn't him I wanted to win."

"I can't keep the portal open any longer. It's going to close in a matter of seconds," Undertaker notified.

I paused to hear Sebastian's last couple of words before I literally walked out of his life.

"Seul," he began as he had so many other times. "It was you that I wanted to win."

And then, just as I heard in the distant background a clock chime the arrival of midnight, the darkness enveloped me, covering the whites of my eyes, blocking out every source of light from every which way. I was falling, I was spinning, I was floating. I was everywhere and nowhere at once. Everything was a blur and nothing made sense, but there was one thing that I did know.

My time was up.

And you'll fall down a hole.

That's the one place in this world that we both know.

You take me with you if you could,

But if you could I'd lose everything.

Yes, I realize that this is rather short, however, I felt the need to end it after this chapter for cliffies and fun stuff like that. Also, I have been spoiling you guys lately. (:

Hope you guys enjoy your weekend; I'm going to the apple orchard tomorrow after 8 am morning practice!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or "The Poison" by The All-American Rejects.