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Sebastian enters the room to find Amelia already neatly dressed and ready for the day; adjusting her uniform in front of Ciel's vanity mirror. He turned his head the moment the sound of familiar grumbling reached his ears only to realize Ciel was bathing by himself. The butler's first instinct was to go into the bathroom and aid the young earl as he usually did but seeing Amy calmly sitting on the bed to put on her long socks onto her legs intrigued him.

"Slept well?"

Amy doesn't look up and answered nonchalantly that yes she did. She slowly put on her shoes and stands up before meeting eyes with him and bowing her head respectfully.

"I apologize for my behavior, I was only doing whatever master wanted."

"So he asked you to crawl into his bed?"

To Sebastian's surprise, Amy remained stoic to his obvious tone, "No he invited me to sit in his bed. We fell asleep after talking so long."

"What did you talk about?"

"Nothing different than anything I have told you."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, he knew the pinkette was not to be taken lightly especially after she had blatantly revealed that she knew Grell was a grim reaper upon sight but her carefully schooled features interested the demon but decided he didn't have the time to press, he had to tend to Ciel.

"Alright, Grell is downstairs and unconscious. I trust you to handle the situation delicately?"

For a flicker of a second, a small smirk graced her pretty pink lips before she curtsied deeply and excused herself politely from the room. Sebastian could only watch, wondering what kind of secrets did the young girl have.

Later, Ciel enters the parlour to find Grell sipping tea casually with Amu as if nothing had happened. He became even more confused when Grell has accused Sebastian in his familiar melodramatic manner of drugging him and taking him to the manor for some sort of "kinky foreplay". Ciel shuddered and turned to the pinkette who seemed unfazed. He watched Amu carefully as Grell recounted an awful dream of seeing Ciel in bed with the pinkette. The petite teenager merely smiles and pats his hand to reassure him it was only a dream. Grell seems to be satisfied with this and tells her not to trust any male in the manor because none of them is good enough for her.

It took Ciel a lot willpower not to snort at the comment.

"That's a little extreme isn't it?"

"Not so! Especially when you have Sebastian in the house! He is extremely off limits and not just because he's mine!"

Amu giggles before squeezing Grell's shoulder and promising to get him more tea. The males in the room watch as she picked herself up and quietly left the room before courteously curtsying to them.

"Ok, why is she so calm to see me in my full reaper form?"

There it was. The seriousness that Grell was starting to display since the pinkette and himself had interacted and Ciel and Sebastian was slowly getting accustomed to.

"She did see you in your normal form when she first met you. How could that be any different?"

Grell sat there, gaping; obviously not taking that into consideration because he had probably forgotten all about it.

"She knows you're a reaper by the way." Ciel adds on before sitting down in his usual chair.

Now Grell's jaw had just dropped to the floor at that.

"H-how?! Did you-?!"

Ciel shakes his head and explains, "She said your eyes was a dead giveaway."

Grell frowned, "I figured that she was only able to see me because she isn't from this time but it seems like she had experience with death somehow before and that's how she came to see grim reapers...what did she tell you about her life?"

"Nothing to implicate that she had dealt with the supernatural."

The red-headed grim reaper looked thoughtful then, curious on what his little friend was hiding and why did she agree to be his friend if she knew what he is?

"Young Master, I'm here to serve."

The males turned and were surprised to see Mei Rin in front of them instead of the pinkette.

"Where is Amelia?" Sebastian asks as Mei Rina stepped forward to set the tea on the table.

"Well when she came into the kitchen, her tummy grumbled so I asked her to leave this to me so that she could get something to eat. She did miss breakfast."

Meanwhile

Amu was in the library, seated in the armchair with a spare notebook she had in her lap. She was writing in it furiously all the ideas she had accumulated about what she found so far on the books she found about playing cards.

None of them had anything about a cross and it was becoming frustrating. If the cross was not a playing card symbol, what was it actually supposed to represent about herself?

The pinkette twirled the pencil in her hand, her porridge still piping hot on the small table in front of her. She leans back, closing her eyes.

Shugo chara were born from a child's hopes and dreams and their general purpose was to aid that owner in becoming his or her would-be self and pursue his or her dreams.

But what could a cross have anything to do with her?

Provided, Amu hasn't been to church since her mother was disowned but she wasn't a particularly religious person. Of all things, a cross. She rubs her temples irritably before moving to put her book down and standing up from her chair, determined to research more.

"So why did you tell Amu to stay out of trouble?"

Grell eyes narrowed at the question, "If you actually cared about her Phantomhive, you would know why."

"You think I don't care?" Ciel counters, obviously annoyed.

"The Aurora Society case is producing more abnormalities, more of the dead have been reanimated and its frustrating my superiors. They had expressed interest in cutting short my suspension so they could put me out there to investigate."

Ciel raises an eyebrow, skeptical," Isn't that what you want? Out of your suspension?"

"Yes but the case is becoming more complicated. At this rate, I'll be assigned a partner to help me." Grell answers tiredly before taking another mouthful of food in his mouth.

Sebastian tilts his head, curious, "And why do you not want a partner?"

"Because a partner will get in the way of my fun!"

Ciel groaned, the familiarity of Grell's exuberant nature hitting him.

God, he wished Amu was here to tame the redhead.

Amu's nose twitched and she scratched it gently before going back to reading the book in her lap with her clean bowl of her finished breakfast resting on the table in front of her. Frustrated with what she read, she groaned out loud.

She looked up at the egg that rested upright on the table in front of her. The crosses in the eggs design were undoubtedly similar to the type of cross she was looking at which was called Cross Fleury but the thing is, the representation and meaning behind the cross listed in the book was no help to her. All she could fathom was that it originated in France and it was stylized to look like a lily which to her was absurd because she had seen lilies and you could barely compare with the cross she was looking at.

She pinches her nose, feeling a migraine coming on before going back to the first chapter of the book. Maybe a general representation of the cross could help her.

Crosses symbolize spirituality and healing. The four points of a cross represent self, nature, wisdom, and higher power or being. Crosses suggest transition, balance, faith, unity, temperance, hope, and life. They represent relationships and and a need for connection to something.

She copies the text onto her notebook and reads it again, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Cross symbolizes spirituality and healing.

Healing...

It could represent that Amu had still haven't gotten over the fact she lost Ran, Miki, Suu and Dia and losing her position of the Joker in the process. When her little friends went back into her heart, she was devastated and she had been in an irritable mood which made it difficult for the others to be around her especially when she needed them the most.

She shakes her head irritably and circles another text she thought made sense to her.

They represent relationships and and a need for connection to something.

It could represent her new life in England of the 1800s. She was forming good friendships with the staff and Ciel and of course Grell who obviously adored her despite the obvious clues around her that the people that surrounded her was living a life dealing with the abnormal.

She puts her pencil down, resting her chin in her hands, her mind filling with memories of her grandparents.

Amu's grandparents were originally from England funnily enough. Amu's grandmother, Ai Lodgewood was part Japanese and she had traveled to reside in Japan to take over the estate that was left to her by her father where she met Amu's grandfather, Cyrus Lodgewood. But her parents were not normal people and Amu was unafraid to learn from them. She could take care of herself in a fight and she could easily identify any mythical creature she came across which included Sebastian.

Sebastian was so clearly a demon and Amu understood that the head butler was held back but his gaze on her back made her slightly on edge. She knew demons favoured souls of the innocent variety. She wondered if she should confront him but she knew that fighting a demon was not something she should take a chew on. Grandfather Cyrus had told her demons were tricky and not to be taken on alone. They were charismatic, quick to attack and like to play with their food. She hated the idea of being his puppet.

"Amelia! There you are!"

She looked up to see Grell, Sebastian and Ciel entering the library. She closed her books silently and smiled innocently as she sat properly in her chair, closing her legs together in a more feminine manner.

"Hello, are you leaving already?"

Grell nodded, his now brunette hair swishing as he walked. Sebastian who walked beside him, noticed the papers and books on the table. Ciel saw this too and picked up one of the papers on the table. He could see that it was intricately drawn with variations of the playing cards of the king of diamonds, queen of clovers, jack of hearts, ace of spades and the Joker.

He remembered instantly that Amu mentioned that she was in a group called the Guardians that used the mantles of the playing cards as their address.

"What's this about?"

Amu shakes her head, waving her hand dismissively, "Just random doodles."

Sebastian picked up another piece of paper of masterful drawings of different Jokers he had seen in many playing card decks he had seen over the years.

"Why the Joker?"

"It was how I was referred to in my clique" the pinkette answers monotonously as she tries to tidy the desk.

Grell grins suddenly, remembering something clever, "Did you know the 52 playing cards deck actually originated from the tarot deck?"

"Untrue."

The males turn to see Amu climbing up the ladder as she put away the books in her hands, "It is merely a theory that the tarots were antecedents of the playing cards, it has yet to be discovered which came first. What I do remember reading before is that the playing cards were invented by the Chinese before AD1000. They reached Europe around the 1360s, not directly from China but from the Mameluke empire of Egypt."

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, curious on how she knew that but then he sees her stop suddenly as she reached for her bowl. As if something happened that triggered a memory. She was completely frozen, she didn't even blink or breathe for that matter. But before anyone could ask, she regains composure. Amu curtsies to the trio and leaves the room with her notebook and cutlery in haste peaking the men's interest.

What is she upto?

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