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Welcome back readers,

So, sorry for the delay on this. I've been dealing with exams and lowkey stressin' out a little with classes. This chapter made me think a lot and I've been reading your reviews. I'll talk about those in a few seconds to clear up any confusion you guys have noted.

The essence of this whole mini focus on Rina is to help her feel better quite honestly. She needed a break from all that heavy depressive wave she keeps getting hit with. Sebastian being apart of helping her is super beneficial to their future relationship (both present and future). So how he acts toward her, is what they are almost like after being mated (he has to hold himself back quite a lot, and it's very difficult for him too).

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Re: bangtanluv: I can't say I miss older Sebastian, this new future Sebastian seems...different. I have a feeling why he might more open to Rina...maybe because of their already mates in the future Sebastian's time hehe.

Reply: You are smart lmao. Good job!

Re: Commonly asked question: Am I going to incorporate season 2?

Reply: Probably not, I plan to follow the manga through. I will edit the story as the manga continues onward. But if people would like to see me write up a season 2. I sure can try.

Re: Lyzavervain13: Please mention me next update!

Reply: Your wish has come true, thank you for following me on this journey. XD

That's all I really saw, sorry if I missed some of you!

I will be continuing to the School arc when Rina returns fyi!

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I roll the window down as soon as we take off from the hotel. The car Sebastian owns is a sleek black sports car. I had to cover my ears at the sound it made at first, I remember as we pull up to the first stoplight and I lean back in the red leather car seat. "Do you like cars?" I ask after a second, the question randomly flying past my lips.

"They are the most efficient when it comes to travel that I have ever seen. So, to an extent, yes." Sebastian replies with a side smirk. The light changes to green and he pushes on the gas. My hair whips behind me at the speed.

"WOULD IT KILL YOU TO SLOW DOWN?" I shout at him, the wind coming through the window makes it hard to even hear my own voice. "You're breaking the law!"

He does not slow down but seems amused. "It is easy and faster to drive at this speed though." he argues.

He swerves between cars and I feel like I'm in a videogame. How does he pull it off so smoothly!? I would have crashed into someone at this point. "It might be more convenient, but we could crash!" I rebuke with a pale face when we accidentally hit a bird. "NOOO! You just killed that bird!" I cry with horror.

He does not seem to care at the fact an animal just died. He pushes against the brakes as we approach another red light. We slow down rapidly, and he comes to a perfect stop. "Do not worry, I have mastered the automobile." he grins, and I swear his fangs are poking out. I blink at him as my heart dips at the look.

"Sebastian..." I mumble. He tilts his head to the side curiously, "What is it?" he asks. I feel a blush arise again on my cheeks, "Don't smile like that..." I murmur lowly. He looks so cute when he does that, ugh, my heart. I grab my chest as it dips again when the smile intrudes my thoughts quickly. That is a dangerous weapon, indeed. He seems a bit lost until he smirks widely.

He bends toward me with a teasing look in his eyes, "Why?" he questions. I avoid his gaze and the light turns green. I smack my palm against his face, turning him to face the front window, "Eyes on the road!" I shout, trying to distract him. He goes back into driver mode, but the smirk does not disappear from his lips; like he won something.

I sulk in my seat, knowing he did win something. It's practically a confession I would say. He does slow down though as the traffic becomes more congested. "Sebastian, do you know where my mom lives?" I ask curiously. He seems to know where he is going.

He nods, "I have already tracked her down."

A bit surprised, I glance at him with widened eyes, "How did you know to?"

"I had a feeling, rather, you told my past self about it when you got back." Sebastian explains seriously. "I told you guys...the truth then?" I ask, even though it is obvious.

"The young master would not permit any more lies. I was also very curious about your being as well at the time. So, yes." Sebastian confirms.

I play with my fingers in thought after hearing what he said. I'm not surprised, I'm sure Ciel is worried sick. But...I peek at Sebastian in question; how did he feel when I disappeared? From what I remember, he seemed really concerned and confused. That leaves me feeling more lost about his actions as well. I don't understand, it's as simple as that. I still remember the taste of his blood; it leaves a strong impression. I feel my fingertips touch my lips at the thought of it.

"Sebastian," I call out whilst in thought. "What is it?" he asks. I bite my lip anxiously before asking my question. "About what I asked earlier, mind telling me how you found me?"

"Ah." he voices as if he forgot. He taps his finger against the steering wheel as if in thought. "What I did back then, it was so I could locate you."

I stare at him in shock, never did I think it would be such a reason. "Say what now?" I reply. He puts on the turning signal and we head into the left lane. He disables it before casting me a glance. "By placing my blood in your system, I am able to locate you under a short breath of time."

"Really?" I hum. "Why would you do that though?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. He sighs through his nose as if the question is simple. "I already knew that the young master would make me search for you after the mission. Since I did not think you were dying, I did that for extra measure to make it easier for myself to locate your body." he explains. "My blood leaks my power after all." he adds on as an afterthought.

"I suppose that makes sense..." I trail off. "Does it have side effects?" I ponder right after with a paling face. Ingesting demon blood can't come without consequences I would think. His hands tighten on the steering wheel I notice. I stare at him with worry that stabs my heart. Oh my god, what if I die or something!? The thought of me dying from Sebastian is a horrible thought. "Normally it would...however," he pauses whilst in thought. He glances at me with contemplation. "I'm afraid I cannot go into much detail. For things would get too complicated." he finishes with a sweatdrop.

I purse my lips a little, wondering what he is hiding again. What could be so bad for me not to know? This isn't all I wish to know either. I want to ask him why he felt that way before I disappeared. This is the current Sebastian, he must know, right? Unless I'm just crazy as fuck as I imagine these feelings, I think I receive from him. However, that does not explain his actions.

"But," Sebastian says out of nowhere. The word pulls me out of my thoughts, "But?" I repeat in confusion. We come to another stoplight. He turns toward me, "I can tell that's not all you wish to ask me."

"...it's complicated," I mutter. It would be best to not assume things on my own. But for some time now, I have been knowing his feelings. It's so weird. I have not questioned him about a lot of things, maybe it is because I am scared. When it comes to those dreams, feelings, and actions; it's all too much to even comprehend. Plus, I feel bad for putting him in the spot like that. These are not his problems; they are mine alone to take on. I wish not to put more weight on him.

I can feel his gaze press down on me. It makes me squirm in my seat a little. I dare to glance at him only to find a dissatisfied look on his face. A small amount of guilt eats away at me. I shouldn't even feel that way! Why is he looking at me like that? My lips turn firm, "What?" I ask.

His mouth opens as if he is about to say something. However, he closes it not long after as if he had second thoughts. "Never mind..." he trails off as he focuses back on the road.

I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. It's rare I see him hesitate to say something. He's got a tongue and mind as sharp as a needle. So... why is he holding back so much? I can tell he is. But how do I know that? I can't find any answers as I sit here. I take a deep breath and the humid salty air makes my nose twitch. Perhaps, it would be best not to think about it right now. I have something else I should be concentrating on.

I stare out the window to my right and gaze at the blue sky. There are no clouds, just all sun. Nothing like London in the least. The sunlight feels nice, I missed Florida if I am to be honest. I tuck my hair behind my ear at the thought of seeing my mother again. Her face is a bit blurry in my memories. It's been so long after all. I bet she has many more wrinkles from over the years. I wonder if she remembers me, does she think about me? I haven't thought about her in a while, my life has been so busy over the years.

I close my eyes and let the wind play with my hair. The heat of the sun thrums against my skin. I take another deep breath and release all my pent-up stress. I should at least try to relax before the shit storm at the manor hits when I arrive. I open my eyes when I think about going back home. I feel my lips twitch upward as Ciel and the servants pop into my mind. Elizabeth and the Midford family enter as well. I miss them a lot. My heart begins to swell at the thought of seeing them again.

"Say, Sebastian," I start off, "How long have I been gone for by the time I arrive back there?"

He hums in thought, "You arrive before we come back to the manor truthfully. The rescue ship that picked us up, took us back to New York at first. Then, we traveled back to London on another ship. I would say a week at most."

"So, I stay at the manor for a few days before you guys come back?" I ask, dumbing it down. He nods, "That is correct."

I frown, "Couldn't I just stay here for a couple more days then?"

"No, this is the only day I have to get you back." Sebastian informs with a frown as well. "I apologize."

"It's okay, I'm a little sad I can't do more here before I leave to go back though." I sigh. We pull into a neighborhood; one I do not recognize. "Wait, does my mom live somewhere around here?" I ask.

"Yes, do you not remember what your neighborhood looks like?"

I examine all the houses but none of them are familiar. I shake my head sadly, "Not one of it does. Did she move?" I question out loud. Sebastian does not respond until we pull over to the side. We sit in the car in silence. "Can we get out?"

"I do not think it would be best..." he answers while glancing at a pale-yellow house to his side. I stare at it, wondering if that's it. "It's that house, right?" I ask him.

"Yes."

"Are we going to sit here until she comes out?"

"Yes."

I pout at that and lean back in the seat. "We don't even know if she is home right now."

He narrows his eyes and I notice how his pupils constrict into their demonic shape. "No, she is. I can hear her inside."

I try to close in on the sounds around me. I feel like a bat or something at the moment. I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean closer to him as I attempt to listen in. He notices me in the corner of his eye, and they widen. He twists toward me before placing his hands over both my ears. I stare up at him in shock. "Uh, what are you doing?" I ask.

"Please, try not to listen in." his muffled voice instructs. I grab his hands and try to peel them away. But he does not bulge in the slightest. "Sebastian, I don't understand what you are trying to do. But it's pissing me off." I snarl with a tick mark.

His mouth moves but his voice is too soft for me to hear. "Huh?" I almost shout. He sighs and stares at the radio abruptly. His eyes flash their demonic hue, and it turns on. Classical music filters into the air and I can hear it well enough. He let's go of me and turns it up a few notches.

"Why can't I listen to her talk?" I question him, feeling irritated with his actions. "Do not worry about it, you will find out soon." he answers with a deep frown. His gaze is almost guilty which I feel surprised about. "Sebastian..." I mumble.

He turns away from me and crosses his arms. If he won't let me listen to my mother, then I suppose I will tune into the radio for a bit. I turn the station and a loud pop-sounding song begins to play. I wince at the sound, what is that racket?! Sebastian turns the station back in an instant. "I will not allow such nonsense to be played around me. Do you hear?" he snarls, sounding ticked off.

I sweatdrop, "I agree it sounds horrible, whatever the hell that was."

He glares at the radio with a passion, "It's called modern music. Do these buffoons know the meaning of talent?"

"I couldn't even name half those sounds it made. Her voice was so warped too." I comment with a wince.

"Precisely." he agrees, seeming satisfied to have someone sharing the same opinion.

"However," I add on with a smirk. He quirks an eyebrow at me curiously. "You have to admit, some of the older pop songs are good."

He frowns, "No, I refuse to acknowledge such a thing."

I pout and shake his arm, "You're such an oldie." I whine. "Would it kill you to stop being such a grandpa?" I cry.

A tick mark pulses against his temple abruptly, "Please do not refer to me as one."

I smirk and poke his cheek teasingly, "Why? You're even older now than when I knew you." I snicker. He glares heavily and whacks my finger away, "You do not need to remind me, woman." he growls lowly.

I chuckle at his attitude, "Someone's sensitive." I remark. His eyes narrow before he grabs my chin and I feel my throat clench up at the gesture. "Enough cheek." he states. I can feel his breath on my face. I really try to hold my blush back, but I consider this position quite close. I gulp, not sure what to do in this situation. His eyes flicker down at my lips eventually and my brain pauses at the action. I swear, his face is getting closer. The night he kissed me on the balcony resurfaces in my mind.

However, he stops midway with wide eyes. I continue to stare at him in confusion and complexity. His hand detaches from my chin slowly. For once, he actually looks awkward. He turns around abruptly, looking behind him. I peer over his shoulder to find the garage door opening at my mother's house. My heart drops and I lean closer, over the armrest. I briefly toss what happened out the door as I keep my eyes on it.

All I can see is a van, a grey one to be specific. I lick my lips nervously at the thought of simply seeing her again. I can hear my heart race in my ears and the classical music making the experience all more intense. I keep my eyes trained on the car, waiting for my mother to make an appearance. I barely notice when Sebastian glances at me. He taps my hand suddenly and I blink in confusion at him. He appears almost a bit down. Though, he simply grabs my arms and maneuvers me to sit in his lap.

I brush over how embarrassing this is because the minute I look back out the window. I find a woman in a yellow top and blue jeans walk towards the trunk. I place my palm against the window as tears automatically brim. My heart quakes at the sight of her. I let the tears fall as she opens the trunk to her car. "Momma." I manage to whimper softly. A hiccup flies past my lips when she disappears again. Where did she go?

I feel something pat against my back all of sudden. I glance at Sebastian sadly, as he stares at me. I can't really tell if concern or comfort, maybe both. I hear a high-pitched laugh suddenly and my head whips back toward the window. I find a child dash around the car, a little boy. Another child, an older boy, comes out carrying a bright box, it looks like a present. He places it in the trunk before closing it. My mother comes back out and shuffles his hair with a smile.

I feel my palm glide against the window, and I continue to stare at the van. It starts up, the lights flashing red. It begins to back out and I watch it leave with an incredibly heavy heart. I can feel the tears drip down my cheeks, down my neck, and onto my shirt. Eventually, the car is gone but the garage is left open. That's not until a man comes out with a lawnmower. That's when I decide to stop looking and force my eyes shut.

I reach up and grab my shirt, near my chest. I do not stop the sobs from escaping me. Why am I surprised she moved on? I should be glad, right? It's not like I never thought of this happening before. But why does it hurt so much? I feel hands wrap around my torso before I am pressed against something sturdy. Sebastian's scent filters through and I hug him back. I cry into his jacket once again today. He rubs my back in comfort, but I barely register it as I let all my sadness and pain out.

I clutch the fabric of his jacket, trying to calm myself down. But it's a lot harder than I thought it would be. I hate looking like this in front of him because it's all I do. I bury my face into his exposed neck, hiding from him as much as I can. His hand moves up and down my back, which surprisingly helps me calm down. I hiccup again before rubbing my wet eye. He pulls me back a little and examines my face with a blank look. He wipes at the tears on my eyes softly.

He pulls out a tissue box that was under the armrest. He offers the box toward me and I grab a tissue out of it thankfully. I blow my nose, instantly being able to breathe through it normally again. I put it on the dashboard behind me momentarily when I'm done with it. He does not utter a single word before pulling me against his chest again. I make a shocking noise, but happily take advantage of what he chooses to offer.

He rests his chin on top of my head and I feel oddly comfortable. He is really weird today, nothing like my Sebastian back home. I dare not complain though. This is the least demon-like nature of him I've ever come to see. "I'm not surprised, really." I mutter with a sniffle.

"Is that so?" he hums out, I can feel his chest rumble in sync. I nod once, "Mhm, it's not like I never thought of this happening...it just hurts a lot I suppose."

I feel his fingers comb through my hair and goosebumps rise along my body at the action. That feels so good. He does it continuously, his nails dragging along my scalp. My body relaxes under such ministrations and I close my eyes.

"I did say to keep an open heart about the matter." Sebastian reminds. I smile a little, "That is true, you did, and I didn't really follow up with your advice."

I hear him take a deep breath not long after my sentence. "How are you feeling now that you know?" he asks.

I tap my arm in thought, "While I am hurt and saddened, I am also...happy for her."

"Oh? Go on."

"Her life turned downhill when she met my father. I never knew much about him, all she ever told me is he is a dead beat. I wasn't planned after all; I was a surprise and a tragedy for her." I grab my arm, my nails biting into my skin. "When I was younger, she wasn't the nicest since she often saw my father in me. But she started to warm up to me when I turned six. She found out I loved learning as much as she did. Ever since then, she was the best mother I could have ever asked for." I explain.

"...I see. I think I see more of your mother than your father in you."

I nod, before peering up at him in confusion. "Wait, how do you know what my father looks like?" I ask suspiciously.

"I researched your family history you see. I stumbled across a photo of him."

I blink and purse my lips, "What did he look like?"

"Do you not know?"

I shake my head, "My mother didn't want anything to do with him. So, she threw everything away she had about him."

He stares down at me contemplating, "He is good-looking most human woman would describe him as. He works as a carpenter in New Jersey."

"Wow, you found out that much?" I ask in awe. He nods, "Indeed, it is rather easy for someone as the likes of myself."

"You just like to show off." I huff. He smirks at me, "I will not deny such an observation."

I smirk back at him, finding it funny. I peel my gaze away from him, back to my mother's house. "What does she do now?" I ask him. "She works at the public library." Sebastian informs me.

I feel a warm smile spread across my lips as I stare at the house almost longingly. "I'm not surprised. She loves books."

"Like you?" he asks. I look at him, a bit caught off guard. "You remember that?" I hum. "I do take after my mom in that aspect, so yes to answer your question."

He nods, "I assumed so, I found you most similar to her after all."

"Did you talk to her?!" I gasp at him in shock. He smirks again, his hand coming to wrap around my hip. "Of course," his lips curl even more so as if something were amusing. "She—"

I grab his shoulders with excitement, making me closer to him than I realize. "How is she?! Are her kids good? What about her husband?" I ramble off.

His eyes were practically smirking at me, I know he has all the answers I wish for. It doesn't piss me off for once, it only excites me. It feels like a guessing game. His stare is memorizing, to say the least, I can hear my heart in my ears; it pumps loudly with thrill. This shouldn't be something I should get so excited about though. His eyes flash out of nowhere, his lips widening. "How badly do you want to know?" he asks, his voice sultry.

It feels as if the air in the car has gotten heavier. Thick with something, I'm not sure what. His eyes enrapture me with something hungry and teasing. A burning ache erupts in my back and spreads throughout my bones. What am I feeling right now? As if my hands have a mind of their own, they reach up and grasp both sides of his face. "I want to know...I want it." I whisper, feeling breathless.

His eyes flash again and flicker to their demonic hue. My nails dig into his skin a little but he makes no sound or facial expression of pain. I bring his face closer to mine, i notice how his skin feels leathery a little; it appears darker as well. My other hand travels down to his neck, his eyes are trained on me the whole time. I cradle his neck and push it to the side somewhat. I lean down to whisper into his ear, not in control of myself fully. My mind is hazy with a foreign emotion. When my lips accidentally brush against his ear, he tenses up. "Won't you tell me?" I murmur, my tone is sweet.

I feel a weird thrill run through my veins afterward. The air around us becomes thicker, but I relish in its density. I can feel him thrumming under my grasp, almost vibrating. It's a foreign sensation to me but I like it for some reason. Suddenly, his hands tighten around my hip to the point of pain almost. He pulls me away from him quickly. My back smacks the of the steering wheel behind me and the car startles me by making a 'honking' sound.

I place the back of my hand against my forehead, feeling dazed. I'm warm, not the sick sense though. My back continues to feel like an inferno. What just happened? I didn't feel like myself, but at the same time, I did. I wasn't in control...or was I? I shake my head, feeling too confused and flustered. I glance up at Sebastian, a bit worried. My mind begins to clear up slowly.

His face is dark but he is still trembling. The back of his hand is pressed against his mouth as he stares down at me. His hair has become that of black wisps at the end. His eyes are much brighter and his skin is also darker. Around him are shadows which are mostly black. I didn't even notice his change until now. He's high strung is what I would label the look. I toss out my confusion of what just happened, too concerned with him right now. "Sebastian?" I call out. I can still hear my heart in my ears, it is loud. "Sebastian." I try again when he makes no reaction. It's as if he's not there.

I frown and reach my hand up slowly, his eyes catch the action instantly. He grabs my wrist at impossible speeds but the grasp is strong. "Just don't move." he tells me, his voice warped a little. My frown deepens wondering what I did. My words and movements did not bother me so much when they should. I grab a fistful of my hair with my other hand, "What the hell is wrong with me?" I whisper.

The darkness begins to subside and Sebastian slowly turns back to normal. His face is masked with no emotion and he let's go of my wrist finally. He grabs my hips and places me back in my seat easily enough. I stare at him with worry and bite my lip. I feel like I fucked up or something. Great, just what I need. "Don't do that again," he instructs me with a wary gaze I notice.

My heart cracks a little at that, as I reflect how intimate it was. I feel a small blush rise to my cheeks, but I do feel bad. "Sorry..." I mumble guiltily and pull on my dress anxiously.

I see a shadow across my lap before I feel his hand sit atop of my head. He pats it, dare I say affectionately, "I am at fault as well, do not blame yourself."

Warmth spreads in my heart as he takes part of the blame. "Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods until a fake smile stretches across his lips, "Yes." he confirms.

I smile back at him, wondering if he meant it or not. Although, something tells me he did mean what he said. I lean closer to him, still curious. "Will you tell me or not?" I ask him. He blinks down at me as if he forgot what I asked earlier. "Ah, that." he hums. "Your mother is in good health. Her children are doing decent in school, their health also fine. Her husband is fine as well, nothing special about him besides the fact he makes your mother content."

I smile softly, all my worries about my mother coming to peace. "That's good to hear. Finally, good news for once." I sigh gratefully.

"The past has been hard on you, hasn't it?" he recalls with a small frown. I narrow my eyes at him, "You know how much I have suffered? Not to be dramatic or anything, but death and tragedy tend to follow my heels in life." I complain.

His lips turn firm as he looks away from me, "Hah, is that so?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Nothing, nothing."

I huff at him and cross my arms, "Okay, all-knowing one, keep your secrets." I say sarcastically. I wonder how much he is hiding from me? His future self seems to be avoiding many things. I want an explanation of what just happened a few minutes ago. But look at him, already directing the topic. I'm not stupid, but this will be on my mind. There have been similar interactions between himself and me in the past. They might not be completely the same, but it all feels fine when in fact it's not!

He glares at me then, "You never change."

I glare at him in response, "Oh really? Sorry, you're stuck with my sarcastic ass."

I can feel his irritation build as a 'tch' flies past his lips and he puts the car in drive, ignoring me now. I pout as he takes his foot off the break and pulls out from the curb. The car zooms as he steps on the gas. I feel my back press against my car seat once again as he goes at illegal speeds. "Sebastian, for the last time, slow down!" I scream as we almost hit a car once again. He increases the speed and pisses me off, he's such a child! "Where are we going!?"

"Shopping." I hear him utter. "What?!" I shriek. He slows down eventually when more traffic crowds. He taps his fingers against the wheel, still seeming irritated.

"Why are you so impatient?" I ask him.

He gestures to the road, "Why must there be such a build-up? It's ridiculous. I do not miss Earth one bit whenever I come back. Humans are such simpletons to not create better functioning mechanisms to travel quicker and more efficiently."

"Then why are we in the car and not flying through the air with your overpowered strength?" I question sarcastically.

He tosses me the fakest smile I've seen a while, "How would you feel if you saw a man flying through the air with a shrieking woman?"

I sweatdrop and sink into the seat, "Right, yeah. Forgot about that bit."

I pout at his pissy tones. I bet he is still frustrated from earlier and is now in a bad mood. I sigh, missing what we had at the beginning. It was so nice, but something always fucks it up. It's usually my fault, but ya' know. "What do you need to shop for?" I ask curiously, also wanting to get his mind off of what happened.

He glances at me but continues to concentrate on the road. "For you." he informs. I tilt my head in question, "For me? Why?"

"You came back with numerous clothes and items you wished to bring back."

"Oh!" I shout, "I am so much smarter than I give myself credit for!"

I feel excitement rush through me again and I grin. I find my reflection in the window to my right. There are so many things I have missed from this time! Pencils, books, technology, clothes, women necessities, and so many other things. It doesn't take long for us to get to a shopping mall. There are tons of parked cars here. We search for a parking spot for a while until we find one. Sebastian parks like a professional. I step out of the car and find he is perfectly placed between the lines. What a show-off, I think with a sweatdrop.

Sebastian gets out as well and begins to walk towards the entrance to the building (after locking the car). I skip up to his side and try to keep up with his long legs. I struggle too once again until he notices; he slows down and I smile at him thankfully. He pretends to not notice it as we reach the doors. He opens it for me and gestures for me to go inside. "Ladies first." he insists with a small smirk.

I roll my eyes and head inside, "Thanks." I mutter. I feel air conditioning brush my exposed skin and I feel a bunch of goosebumps encases my arms. I rub them up and down, it feels like Fall in here! I glance around the huge establishment, the floor shiny and the walls modern. There are many people wandering back in forth throughout the mall. I hear children laugh and a baby's sharp cry. The rushed voices of people walking nearby as well.

"Wow." I murmur and unfold my arms as I get accustomed to the temperature. "This feels so foreign." I remark.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks randomly. I blink up at him in confusion when he comes to my side, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I thought it might be disorientating for you."

I give him a thumbs-up, "Nope, I am good."

He nods and takes a step forward, "Shall we go?" he asks. I grin as excitement churns in my stomach, "Yes, let's!"

He leads me toward where all the stores are located in a row. They go up and down both sides of the building. Sebastian would show me which ones he thinks is best for my taste. However, most of the time, he would lose me halfway as I stare at a display in the window. Many of the clothing is different from my time period where I was born. I mean, some of it's the same but some of it is not. I did not know jeans could be so skinny and tight looking. There are lots of displays of the jean in this form.

When I decide to try them on, I feel like someone is putting one of those blood pressures cuffs all over my legs. In fact, I do not like them much. The only perk about them was it makes my figure stand out. I glance in the mirror and stare at the curve of my bottom. "These are quite slutty." I mutter to myself in thought. If I wore these in the past, I would be labeled as a whore or prostitute.

I peek out the door to find Sebastian on his phone, already holding multiple bags for me. I purse my lips, wondering if I can get a reaction from him. Why would I want one? Some may ask. Well, I couldn't honestly tell you why. But I do like the thought of Sebastian finding me hot or something equivalent to such a term. I step out into the hallway and he glances up at me immediately.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. He ducks his head eventually, his hair hiding his face. I barely notice him tremble before his phone cracks in his tense hand. I wince at the sound; it must be bad then. "Take it off..." he mutters with a dark tone. I feel a shiver run up my back before I swiftly return to the dressing room. "I'm sorry!" I cry in horror at the vibes he was giving off. All I can say was it wasn't good.

I shed the jeans off, having difficulties due to how tight they were. I shake my leg trying to get it off. I feel stupid as hell for even pulling a ridiculous stunt. Once the jeans are off, I slip my dress back on. Welp, good to know skinny jeans are off-limits for sure. They aren't fit for combat either way though. So, I'd be wasting Sebastian's money. I come out warily to find him returned back to normal. I take a relieved breath and he casts me another glance. He seems glad I am not wearing it anymore.

"Done?" he asks as if nothing happened. I sweatdrop and stare at him incredulously, "Yeah." I reply.

I follow him out of the store and we keep walking further down. This mall is huge after all. It doesn't take me long to notice how women start to stare at Sebastian. A couple of younger girls giggle under their breath as they pass by us. I stare at them with a slight glare. Ugh, I hate him for looking so attractive. I pout at that, and I glance up at him. "Sebastian," I call out. He seems oblivious to the women staring in his general direction and turns to look at me in question. "What is it?" he asks.

"Can't you be uglier?" I ask him with a fake smile.

His eye twitches in response, "Come again?"

My smile increases in size as I lean closer to him, "Have you not noticed the women around us fawning over you?"

He searches around briefly before looking back down at me, "What about them?" he asks obliviously.

I facepalm, "Never mind, forget it."

It is not long before his face is in front of mine. His hair dangles as his head is tilted to the side. A demonic smirk is spread across his face, his teeth sharp. His eyes are curled with humor and bright with his true nature. I stop abruptly not expecting him to do that. "My, is that jealously I've been sensing?" he asks with a mocking tone.

I clench my teeth together, refusing to admit it outwardly. But yes, it is seventy percent jealousy and thirty percent irritation to be exact. I turn my head up, refusing to answer his question. "Hmph. I'm just saying to fix your face. I don't know how women find it attractive." I rebuke.

I can feel his gaze burn onto my skin as if he knows I'm bluffing. Stupid cocky demon. It's not until I feel his hand grab my own do I turn his way. "W-What are you doing!?" I shout at him. His true nature is hidden once again. The people stare at us in wonder but decide to dismiss it. I feel a blush flush upon my cheeks at the smoldering look he gives me. "Why, I am simply soothing your worries." he answers with a smirk.

I blush more and wrestle with his grip, "Let me go, asshole." I growl at him. His hand is firm and overpowering, "For what reason? I know you enjoy this." he reasons.

I choke my spit at the fact is he is correct. But he doesn't need to know that!

"You're so cruel, you know that." I cry with watery eyes. He smirks and drags me by the hand. I follow along submissively with a defeated look; I can feel his pride rolling off him wave after wave. He may have won this spat, but I'll destroy him in the next one I think ferociously.

He gives me his signature side smirk, "I know you like that also."

I scream internally because he knows everything.

0o0o0o0o

By the time we got back to the car, my arms felt as if they were going to fall off. The number of bags I was carrying alone is every women's dream. Almost everything I wanted; Sebastian bought after a nod of approval. He opens the trunk of the car and we pile everything inside.

I shut it with a long sigh of relief, there is so much clothing. We went to Best Buy too because I was curious about what was inside and ended up buying Sebastian something called a 'Pop Socket'. Apparently, it goes on the back of a smartphone and helps grip it better. The one Sebastian got had a cartoon-like cat's face on it. I found it miraculously whilst browsing, and showed it to him. He fell in love with it practically and bought it immediately.

I never see this demon blush as he does over cats. I am almost jealous of the fact he does.

Anyway, we also went to Target. I got a bunch of products I've missed dearly. The amount of candy, hygienic, makeup, games (for Ciel), and other useful things I bought, are extraordinary. I may have gone a bit overboard but the thought of never returning here made me desperate. Sebastian did not complain no matter how much I wanted something. He unlocks the doors to the car and I rush inside. I flop down onto the seat practically, feeling ultimately exhausted.

I remember why I do not miss shopping much. Sebastian slides into his seat as if nothing ached in his body. He's a monster, I tell you that. I glance at the time and find it to be around four in the evening. So close to my time of departure. Sebastian reeves up the engine and backs out of the parking spot. I frown, wondering where we are going now. So, I ask him just that.

"I have set up reservations for dinner by the beach for four-thirty." he replies. I perk up at the idea of food and the beach, both are great combinations in my opinion. "What really?" I ask in surprise.

"I am to guess you are quite tired after expending so much energy after your recovery. Food will boost your energy temporarily."

I smile in response, "Thanks, you are one hundred percent right."

He concentrates on driving again, I'm not sure how far the beach is from here. But I take notice of how the weather is slowly beginning to cool down. I bask in the evening sunlight and close my eyes. I succumb to light sleep before I know it. I can still hear everything around me though but it's barely filtered. The sound of cars racing by, the ground rumbling beneath us, the music of cars nearby blaring through the doors, and other subtle noises around us.

I feel the car stop and the sound of the ocean is not far away. The waves begin to pull me into a deeper sleep. I hear Sebastian's seat creak because of the leather. Something pulls my hair gently, caressing it carefully. It feels lovely. My lips curl at the sensation, as it tickles my scalp a little. It stops briefly before continuing. "I forget how weak you are in this state." I hear someone whisper very lowly. I barely managed to understand it.

I release a deep sigh, the person's voice sounding familiar but comforting. I can smell them, and my eyes flutter at the scent. My hair tugs as it is being brushed back, making shivers run down to my toes. "Not to mention, different." I hear the voice again but is ever so quiet. It sounds a bit forlorn.

The feeling of my hair being played with disappears abruptly. A shaking sensation interrupts my sleepy haze and I crack my eyes open. The shaking stops when I do. I rub my eyes tiredly and find Sebastian gazing down at me with a blank face. I yawn lowly, cupping my mouth as I do so. That dream felt so real. It was a dream, right? I feel confused before dismissing it.

"Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep." I apologize. I stretch my arms up with feeling my muscles loosen.

"It is fine, we are here on time after all." Sebastian informs. He gets out first before coming to my side to open my door, "Wow, aren't you a gentleman."

He smirks a little, "You now notice?" he teases back.

I smirk too, as he can be quite contagious. I get out of the car, "How come you didn't do this earlier?" I ask.

"I had my reasons, which are no longer important." he explains and his eyes flash. I shake my head at his behavior and close the door before I follow him. He locks the doors with the keys. I can smell the food from here, my stomach grumbles at the scents wafting around. We walk up a wooden ramp and I get a good view of the ocean before heading inside when he pulls the door open for me. I bow my head in thanks and wait for him to enter the establishment. It does not take long before he is by my side.

A woman comes up with black attire and a name tag attached above her breast. "Welcome to Sandy Outlook, just the two of you?" she asks with a smile.

"Yes, we have a reservation." Sebastian tells the employee. She nods and touches a tablet before her, "Name?" she asks him. "Howell." he says.

I feel surprise run through me, not expecting him to use my original last name. "Sebastian..." I mumble. He does not give me a glance before the employee gestures for us to follow her. We walk behind her as she leads us outside to a veranda that overlooks the ocean. I stare at it in awe, as a warm breeze tickles my cheeks. The sky is still blue but it is turning darker due to the night that is slowly approaching. The sight is just breathtaking.

"Rina," Sebastian calls out to me and I feel my heart jump. He stands at a table not too far away and the employee is gone. I didn't even notice I stopped walking. He stares at me with a raised eyebrow, "Are you coming or not?" he asks.

I nod, feeling stupid all of a sudden. I briskly walk over to the table. It is fancy, there are candles and wine glasses out. A white table cloth sits underneath all the items. He pulls out my chair for me and I subdue the blush from flaming upon my face as I sit down. He pushes me in and sits in the chair in front of me. He scoots upward as if he is gliding on air. The wind makes our hair sway and I can taste the salt in the air more prominently.

It is silent between us before he gestures to the wine class. "Want anything in particular?" he asks. I tuck a lock of my wild brown hair back, but it hardly helps anything. "Champagne, I guess." I mumble. This feels odd...more like it feels as if I am on a date with him. I punch myself in my imagination at the notion of such a thing. What am I thinking right now!? A date, with Sebastian? Get out of here.

"You were surprised earlier." Sebastian randomly comments, crossing his legs together.

I blink at him owlishly before clearing my throat, "I was, yeah. It's not often my first last name is uttered."

He smiles at that, but it's a bit soft. It melts my heart a little. Ah, I think I'm falling even harder for this demon before me. Lord, have mercy on me, I think ironically. He taps the tabletop abruptly as if something is on his mind, "That's right, it is Rina Renee Phantomhive-Howell."

"It's a mouthful, I know." I remark with a slight pout.

He smirks at that and a waiter comes to our table. "Good evening, guests. Is there anything you would like to drink?" he asks us. Sebastian barely acknowledges him, "Champagne."

The waiter writes it down quickly, "I'll bring that out right away."

He leaves as quickly as he arrived. I glance at the beach again as nostalgia hits me. I remember my mother taking me to play at the beach. If I am right, it is this one. It has been such a long time. It's hard to take my eyes off the rolling waves which are quite low. I should have brought the camera I brought earlier. I do not wish to forget this moment. My memory is not always the best, especially with all this traveling around.

Then there are the suppressed memories, such as Undertaker. I bite my lip and my hand clenches the fabric of my dress. I feel my eyes narrow as I stare at the ocean. Why did he do this to me? I feel like somethings missing, something I'm not remembering. But I know one thing for sure, it has to do with Undertaker. And if it has to do with, it's bound to not be good. That old man...has been deceiving me for quite some time. Just thinking about it now, makes my blood lust and anger rise. I will kill him, or I'll die trying. What he did to Ciel and me personally, I will not forgive him for. I don't care for his reasons. He better have a good damn explanation for doing all this for me to forgive him.

"Rina," I hear Sebastian call and I switch my gaze to him. "What?" I ask automatically. There is a frown on his face again, "Calm down." he tells me.

I release the fabric of my dress, my hand cramping from squeezing the material so hard. "Oh, sorry." I mumble and rub my neck in response.

The waiter comes over with the alcohol finally. He pours Sebastian and I a glass of champagne. "Are you two ready to order?" he asks. "Not quite." Sebastian replies, not even looking at him.

The waiter nods his head before taking off again. "Thanks for doing this for me, Sebastian."

"Do not mention it, this is nothing after all."

I shake my head, "No, it is a waste of your time."

"Wasting time is all I do anyway. That is how it is for demons," he mutters loud enough for me to hear. I frown sadly at the comment, "Don't you have things to entertain you in Hell at least?" I say lowly.

He leans back in the chair with a disinterested look on his face, "I have more entertainment now than I ever had. My job in Hell gets quite dull when nothing fun is happening." he almost sighs as if tired.

I lean forward, my curiosity fluctuating. He never talks about his real personal life. "What made it more entertaining?" I ask.

His stare becomes heavy on me, his eyes flashing, "Multiple things."

I squirm under his look, "I-I...see." I stutter and reach for the wine class. He's probably not going to tell me no matter how much I pry. That is why he replied with such a vague answer. Damn, I was hoping to catch him off guard.

I take a sip and decide to take a look at the menu. There are so many dishes, some I've never heard of. Most of them are seafood-based, and I think fish sounds good right now. Oh, it even comes with two sides! How fancy! I find a fish with a yummy descriptive and my stomach squeezes at the thought of eating it. I get curious about the price and I nearly choke on my second sip of champagne. "Two hundred dollars?!" I cough out in shock.

"Is there a problem?" Sebastian asks, oblivious.

"Yes! Why is a fish two hundred freakin' dollars?!" I whisper shout at him. "That's insane!"

He shrugs, "Sounds fine to me, this place is known for their seafood dishes. It's not like I'm running low on funds either."

I feel my eye twitch, "You're nuts, but since you're paying, I can't exactly refuse." I say before hiding my grin with the menu.

The waiter comes back after five or so minutes, "Ready to order yet?" he asks with a sparkling grin. "Yes! I'll have the Pan-Fried Salmon." I tell him. He nods and writes it down before turning to Sebastian, "How about for you, sir?"

"I will not be eating. Just make sure her dish is cooked properly without mistake." Sebastian tells him with a small glare. I sweatdrop as the waiter appears a bit pale before grabbing our menus swiftly. "Y-Yes!" he shouts before dashing away.

I frown a bit at the display, "Must you be so harsh?"

"I will not tolerate laziness or mistakes at such a high-priced meal." Sebastian informs with a blank look.

"You," I utter and sigh afterward, "You're really something, you know that?"

He seems uninterested before staring at the ocean as well. He plays with the butter knife on the table. He works it between his fingers, making it twirl around. "Will you be taking me back after this?" I ask hesitantly.

The knife stops in his hand, "If that is what you wish for, then yes. But we must leave by nine p.m."

"How are you going to get me back?" I ask curiously. He turns to face me, sitting upward in all seriousness. "It will be an exhausting experience for you."

"Is that so? Won't I be caught?" I continue to question.

"Now, that is something I have no clue of."

I nod, "I am still wondering how you will transport me there though."

"For this, I had to ask Grell to help you get back." he winces. I gape at him in surprise, "You're asking a grim reaper to help us, not only that but the one who is severely attracted to you?!"

He grimaces, "Please, do not remind me. Unfortunately, I cannot get you back myself."

"Why?"

He stares at me seriously, "A demon is not permitted to simply wander back and forth where it pleases. There are rules to even be able to get to Earth in the first place. Traveling back in time is simply forbidden for our kind, courtesy of the God you humans love so much."

"Wait, wait, wait," I repeat, becoming confused easily. "you can't just come to Earth on a whim?"

"No, not without certain requirements." Sebastian informs.

"So...when your contract with Ciel ends, you will leave immediately after then, right? I'm assuming a contract is a condition."

"I cannot tell you in detail, for you are partially wrong there in terms of the connection I had with Ciel Phantomhive in particular."

I scratch my head in confusion, "You lost me."

He sighs, "So slow, never mind, that is not important right now. What I am explaining, is that because of this obstacle, I must rely on the Reapers for help in returning you. They will hit you as Undertaker did to get her with their death scythe. It will teleport you back as I gave the coordinates of the manor to Grell already."

"That's it?" I ask.

"Yes, you will return before Ciel Phantomhive and I have come back to the manor. We will be on the returning ship to London with the Midford family and Snake."

I take a deep breathe then release it slowly, "So much is happening in such a short time."

"Relax, for now, that is what you must focus on for the rest of the evening." Sebastian instructs me. I nod slowly and take another sip out of the wine glass. Hopefully, Ciel won't be too pissed with me when he finds out the truth. I set the wine glass and gaze at Sebastian with hooded eyes. Hopefully, Sebastian won't distance himself from me more when he finds out as well.