"humans are funny creatures, they grow upset if there loved ones do not look like they are just sleeping when they burry them." the reaper smiled wickedly, "personally I don't mind, it gives me a chance to explore them a little... This boy for instance died from being trampled by a horse, can you tell? Now I put new cloths on him and cleaned his body can you tell he was ever so horribly wounded?"

Sebastian shook his head, now trying to actually see any wounds on him. "No.. He looks fine.. dead, but fine." He mumbled. "Interesting."

"that's what humans want." the reaper showed pointed teeth in a wide grin. "that's what even your little earl would want, if he or his servents died, even you Sebastian, this is what would become of there body's. I would tidy them up and dress them in there best cloths and bury them deep, deep in the ground. After the funeral of coarse!" the reaper reached down and stroked the boys cheek for a moment before lifting the back of his head so Sebastian could see where the hoof of the horse caved it in. "see how beautiful he looks dispite this? This is much more rewarding then collecting souls!" he scoffed for a moment but then frowned. "I just can't get his hair to sit right."

Sebastian tilted his head and scrunched his nose up at the injury. The way he was dolled up made it seem like he just died sleeping or something peaceful. "Hm.. perhaps to you it is more rewarding.. I suppose I can see your enjoyment in this sort of thing.." He pursed his lips. "Why don't you just tuck his hair behind his ears?" He shrugged. "Bocchan does that when his hair won't cooperate.. that or he bathes so the water fixes it." He murmured, passing his hand through his raven hair in thought. He wondered if the Earl would honestly sit down and make sure his servants' bodies were proper and nicely dressed when they were dead. It felt weird to imagine him do such things. "I suppose so.. the young Lord would be very meticulous about it too, I'm sure he would scrutinize your work to the last detail."

"as someone who has personally tended to his relatives I know for a fact he would." the reaper did as he was told and then his grin widened. "it's not as though demons dont treat there dead. Demons burn other demons bodys so they can be sure no other creature will eat them am I correct? You also wrap your dead as though there cold little babes... Though I don't know why... "

He nodded lightly, shrugging. "We burn our dead, yes. I don't think I have ever seen a demon get dolled up for a funeral." He murmured. "I suppose it is a better idea than seeing a demon remain looking as he or she had at death, it's not pretty considering what it takes to kill one." He smirked. "That one demands perfection." He added, stretching. "I would think you would know, since you seem to know everything else... anyways, I must be going now. It was.. interesting chatting with you. Farewell." He waved on his way out, deep in thought.

The reaper smirked. "fair well Sebastian, let the young master know just ow interesting he is.

Back at the manner ciel read over some papers, signed some, then wandered up and down the halls rather aimlessly. The cold inside him made the boy fidgety.

Sebastian got back not too long after departing from the company of the reaper. He closed the door firmly, dull and gloomy England weather closed out from the warm manor. He just happened to get back as Ciel wandered the halls, and raised a brow at sight. "Bocchan?" He said quietly, blinking. "I have returned, my apologies for taking so long, the conversation lasted longer then i'd originally thought." He muttered. "Are you alright?"

"fine..." the boy rubbed his forehead with his small hand, trying to fight off the forming headache. "just very...very cold..."

"Ah." He responded, thinking back to the ideas he was given by the reaper. "Well come along, Bocchan.. I was given a few ideas, and we can try one now." He said, offering the younger his hand.

The boy huffed and swatted away the demons hand, unwilling to be lead along like a child.

The demon let his hand drop to his side then, without complaint. "If this works you'll never need so much as the touch of my hand again." He said as he walked upstairs. "That should please you, yes?"

The boys eyebrow furrowed. "I do not like that Sebastian."

"Do not like what?" He asked, pushing open the young Earl's bedroom door. He'd stopped on the way back to pick up everything necessary.. he hoped it would work, for both their sakes, the young Lord's especially. He really did need to start spacing himself from him, detaching. "Come along, this won't take very long."

"I like touching you..." the little earl replied before fully realizing what he was saying.

"You.." He blinked, caught off guard. "You do?"

The boy nodded slowly. "i do... I just do not wish to be led around my own home like a helpless child

"That was not my intention, Bocchan." He mumbled. "I was merely offering assistance.. in case your body isn't quite up to par yet. We cannot tell very easily, as you've noticed, the medicine masks the injuries and pain sometimes."

"not because i dont like touching you..." the boy nodded and slowly offered his hand, this time more or less just as an excuse to feel those little tingles again.

Sebastian took the Earl's hand in his own after quickly removing the glove so skin would touch skin. The tingling was there again, light, but there.

The boy gave a bit of a smile. "so what is this idea?"

Sebastian took out the small necklace, which held a vile, empty, at the front. "I will cut myself, and fill this with my blood, and then you will wear it.. The blood will act as my touch, and you will be able to go about without me at your side. It should stimulate you just the same as.. well."

The boys nose crunched up a little at just the thought. "that's revolting!"

"The other way is not as pleasant." He said, blinking. "This is a good chance at limiting the addiction's effects. You'll be able to return to your normal life before all of this."

"what If that's not what I want?" the boy protested softly. "what if I like this?"

Sebastian blinked, looking over at the small Earl. "Well.. I suppose... that's it's your choice." he murmured. "It is your body after all.. your life. It's up to you."

The boy looked at the vial and then up at Sebastian. Was it really his choice? Did Sebastian have no say in it? "I will take it... But your not to... To neglect me..."

"That would never happen of course, young Master." Sebastian replied. He slowly let go of Ciel's hand then. "Very well. This will not take more then a few minutes. I will do so in the bathroom, so not to make a mess." He'd have to cut deep. Demons didn't bleed easily.

"do you want me to come with you Sebastian?" the boy answered, showing yet a little more of his new found concern.

"It'll be messy.. it's nothing you must do." Sebastian said. "However, if you want to.. you are welcome." He added as he left to the bathroom.

The boy thought for a moment but soon followed his butler, sitting himself on the side of the bath tub and crossing his left leg over his right.

The raven was again taken aback. He wondered if the boy really felt alright. He shed his tailcoat and white shirt to avoid staining them, and with a small, but very sharp blade, cut into his pale arm. It almost appeared as though he were trying to amputate his own arm the way he hacked at his skin, but in truth it just took that amount of force to spill his blood. His skin broke finally under the pressure, and red streams poured down into the sink. He hissed and flinched lightly, cursing softly under his breath. He carefully unscrewed the lid of the vial and held it steady. Once it was filled with dark blood, he sealed it tightly, and set it to the side and tended his arm. "This should do." He muttered as he cleaned the blood from the sink and redressed, turning to the Earl. "You should keep it tucked under your shirt.. it would be quite hard to explain why you have a vile of blood hanging around your neck to anyone.. and I believe the effect works better against bare skin."

The little lord nodded and put the little chain around his neck, tucking it under his shirt. Then much to both of there surprise he took the demons wounded hand and gently cleaned it himself, not wanting to see Sebastian hurt. It was odd, under the boys touch the wound seemed to heal faster then it should even for a demon.

Sebastian stared at the healing wound, bewildered, unsure of what was happening. It seemed almost like the young Earl's touch increased the healing properties demon's naturally possessed, and sped the process up. But that was impossible was it not? How could a mere human do such a thing? The more he thought about it though, the more he realized Ciel wasn't like normal humans. The demonic fluids that had passed through him.. maybe they were changing him in some ways, to be like the creatures themselves. He shook his head. That sort of thing would belong in a silly fantasy tale. ".. thank you, Bocchan."

The boy needlessly wrapped the demons hand. In less then an hour the wound would be nothing but a tiny scratch, but still it was something he wanted to do. "don't thank me..."

"Ah.. alright." He replied, bending and wiggling his fingers a bit. "It's getting late.. we should probably get you ready for bed."

The boy nodded and washed his hands off under the water, heading for his bedroom without so much as another word. There were tiny sparks from the little vial above his heart but they where not even the equivalent of touching his demon butlers skin.

Sebastian headed into the bedroom after he was stuck standing there for a moment or two, his mind whirling with thought. He undressed the young Earl and prepared him for bed with gentle hands. "Sleep well, Bocchan."

The boy laid back and pet the bed next to him, pulling off his eye patch. "lay with me tonight?"

The raven nodded slowly at the offer, and slipped in beside the younger. He found he looked more stern, more grown up without the eye patch, even though he oft glared with it on. "I will be by your side until morning."

The boy didn't huddle in close like a needy child rather he just lay there next to him, knowing full well he was safe with Sebastian so close by. If the demon wanted to hold him he could but he left that end of the bargain open as he closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.