I'm baaaaacccckkk!

The twinge in Sebastian's collar had evolved from a small flutter into a gentle burning, much more aggressively persistent than a lovers bite. His fingers danced along the tender skin for an instant before his thoughts went back to Hellebore.

Where in heaven-less Lucifer's name was she?

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Blood curled gently, almost adoringly as it coursed in small rivers down Hellebore's chest, protruding from the wound in her own collar. She clutched at the gash in bewilderment as her eyes searched every inch of the room.

She hadn't actually expected Grimm to shoot.

Xxxxxxxx

He wasn't particularly happy playing dorm leader, especially since Hellebore wasn't here to distract him. Although more than once he caught himself chuckling over his young masters antics. Sebastian sighed dragging his attention to the now irksome itch in his collar. The pain tinged unexpectedly causing Sebastian to tap his finger on his desk for a moment before turning to some misbehaving students.

"Now then…"

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"Bullocks! This is bloody unfair!" Hellebore grumbled from her spot on the grass where she had tumbled moments ago. She looked up, her pupils meeting with the darkened barrel of a pristine silver pistol.

"You were the one that wanted to train." Grimm replied in a scathingly simple tone, her aim unwavering. Hellebore snorted. "Yes, train, not kill. Contrary to popular belief there is a difference." Hellebore mocked pulling herself into a shaking standing position. "I still can't believe you shot me." Hellebore growled lowly. Grimm shrugged as she moved the gun to her side. "Sorry." Grimm said casually. Hellebore smirked. "I'm sorry to." She whispered before lunging forward, her left hand encasing itself around the half bloods neck before her right hand found Grimm's wrist, keeping her from aiming the gun.
"Round 2?"

Grimm grinned.

And that Cheshire flash was the last thing Hellebore saw before she lost sight of Grimm entirely, and spinning around she was met with cool metal against the underneath of her chin. Hellebore cursed herself for falling for the disappearing act. A toothy grin came into view.
"Don't get cocky Demon."

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She sighed in contentedness as she felt Sebastian's tongue swish back over her collar, rubbing lightly against the yellowing bruise. Sebastian growled gently causing Hellebore to release a sighing whimper. He softened against her as he pulled her onto his lap gently.

Currently they were in his office, the only room in the entire wing which held even an inkling of privacy. They had finished pursuing their more carnal desires and were now more focused on merely basking at one another's bare skin.

Hellebore giggled slightly as she felt him press a gently kiss to her temple. He pulled back and rested his chin on her head.
"What were you saying?" He asked gently as he ran his hands down her stomach.
"Ah…I may be active in more training sessions." Hellebore said distracted as his hand moved lower. Sebastian smirked against her. "That's fine if it means you come back to me with that same starved look in your eyes."

She smacked him playfully before they both froze. The unmistakable huff of Ciel rushing down the hall was heard. She groaned as she felt Sebastian move away from her, heading for his uniform. Hellebore merely crawled over to the pile of spare robes Sebastian had been given, they were a bit big for her but smelled like him which made up for it. She pulled the clothing over her body just as Ciel burst in. He seemed slightly flustered from the long walk but didn't seem to have noticed Hellebore's slight state of undress.

As Ciel immediately made his way to the now unoccupied office chair Hellebore began to stir the tea as Sebastian reached for the treats that Ciel would no doubt devour. Both Demons assumptions were correct as Ciel's fork quickly ravaged the midnight snack that had been prepared for him.
"That Maurice Cole is prob- oh for…Hellebore!"
"Hmmm?"
"Why are your clothes scattered about the room?"
"…Sebastian isn't content with merely letting me take them off myself."

There was a pregnant silence as Ciel seemed to digest this information before blushing slightly as Sebastian covered his mouth to muffle his smirking chuckle, Hellebore meanwhile was sticking her tongue out casually as if nothing had happened. Ciel brought another bite of sugary sweetness to his mouth, completely content to skim over what had just happened.

"As I was saying, I am certain Maurice is a lying jail bird." Ciel while licking frosting off of his upper lip. He wasn't able to continue however as Hellebore interjected.
"You're talking about the girl?" Hellebore questioned.
"He's a boy." Ciel retorted slightly annoyed.
"Are you certain? I mean the face and body type resemble someone of the female sex, not to mention his/her hands…way to soft." Hellebore sighed and turned back to Sebastian, quickly making her way to his side, so close that her arm brushed against his. Sebastian seemed interested.
"What do his hands have to do with this?" Sebastian asked his eyes glancing to Ciel, who in turn answered.
"It's as Hellebore said, Maurice's hands are pearly white while all the other schools fags (Authors note: I may use a different word because I personally hate having to type it out) have rough hands from doing the upperclassmen's chores." Hellebore laughed lightly before walking around Ciel so that she could place her left hand gently on his ear, his eyes wide as she smirking leaned in.
"So he employs dirty tactics just like you?"

Ciel pushed her off in annoyance before he went back to his treat. "Exactly. Besides, there's no doubt what with his relaxed and unhesitating attitude." Sebastian took the plate from Ciel and sighed as he placed it to the side. "It shouldn't be too hard to disprove what he said, but I won't let it end so easily. Sebastian seek out those who have also been deceived by him, Hellebore stay by my side incognito and be another set of eyes and ears for me. Also Sebastian, thoroughly investigate Maurice's activity pattern."

Sebastian smirked before placing a hand over his chest with a nod of ascension. Hellebore merely shrugged slightly detached from the conversation. She was far too busy admiring Sebastian in his catholic garb.

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"Did he actually ask for help from the prince?" Hellebore asked as she toyed with the collar of Sebastian's robe.
"Sadly, yes."
"When he comes I am pretending I don't know him."

Author's note:

Whooo! So this chapter was really just a 'hey I'm back guys' chapter…yeah read and review.
P.S. Once I am done with this I am considering doing a Jonathan Crane x OC, I already wrote the first chapter for it…

Anyway! See you guys later.