Ciel had left for his new boarding school, and Amu found that she missed him terribly. He went so abruptly that they didn't have a chance to talk about what happened the night before.

It's been a week since and Amu had continuously been on edge especially so since Sebastian left her in charge. She did not realise how difficult it was running the house until he had left and forced into the reign of things and Ciel wasn't even around to serve so in truth; she shouldn't be as busy as she was. The other servants aside from Tanaka-san were continually doing something a little above their role in hopes of impressing her, yet their attempts had been catastrophic.

Finny destroyed the rose bushes because he had used his fertiliser mix.

Bard tried to make a new flambe dish that burnt almost half the kitchen.

Mei Rin used bleach by accident while polishing the staircase bannister.

Amu groaned aloud, the frustration getting to her as she rubbed at her temples where she sat on her perch on the branch of the large oak tree in the garden.

Sebastian made things look easy. Guess it helps that he is a crossbreed between two demon clans.

The pinkette bites her lip, mulling this over. Was Sebastian a soul contract and lust demon? She would have never even guessed he was a lust demon. He treated women the same, no leering gaze or flirtatious advances. Well, that was until their night together.

Amu blushes furiously remembering the tryst. Since then, Sebastian had looked at her a little different instead of the usual cold respectful gaze she had grown accustomed. The afternoon he had addressed her to give her last instructions and advice on managing the house; Sebastian was different. He was almost more relaxed in body language; his gaze more teasing, his usual smirk into less of his typical arrogant pride to more of playful bemusement.

Why?

Did their tryst make him less stiff?

Of course; it did, she concluded. Sebastian was a lust demon. They may not have had sex, but everything they did lit a fire in the both of them that urged them to keep going further to explore each other.

Amu runs a hand over her face, exasperated.

If she was honest with herself, she could not deny that Sebastian and Ciel both made her feel in a way she had never felt with any other male before. But she couldn't be with Ciel because it was the same problem she had with Edward, she was not from this time. Despite the words he had said to her that night and how convincing it all felt, Amu knew being with him would cause problems. But she couldn't be with Sebastian either; he was also a contract demon tied with Ciel, she could never be with a soul eater like him especially when he's going after Ciel's noble soul.

Does that mean that she could never be with someone?

"Amy come down from there."

She looked down to see Grell in his all brown look, looking up at her with a gentle look in his eyes. She sees him lift his arms and the pinkette knew what he wanted immediately. She got up on the sturdy branch and jumped down with ease into Grell's strong arms. He buried his face in her pink hair, his nose against her neck before putting her down.

She smiles up at him, but Grell could see the conflicted look in her eyes. Something was bothering her, and he needed to know what.

"We should talk dear."

Grell watched as her smile instantly disappeared, her beautiful eyes downcast.

This conversation was going to be a hard one.

Ciel groaned, he missed Amu badly. He missed seeing her smile, her pink hair, her soft hands, her lips in a mild pout-

Fuck!

Her lips!

Ciel runs his hand through his hair, ignoring the concerned look his roommate was giving him across the room.

Mcmillan decided he had to be brave; he wanted to make a friend of his roommate. "D-do you miss your family?"

"My parents died many years ago" Ciel returns curtly.

"O-oh, right. Sorry. My mistake."

Ciel sighed deeply; his spectacle-wearing classmate looked abashed with guilt and embarrassment. He wondered if he should console him and tell him didn't bother him that he said that. He shakes his head, knowing that wouldn't sit well with him. Ciel didn't want anyone's pity.

"I miss my friend."

Maybe talking about her would make him miss her less, he thought.

"Oh?" Mcmillan couldn't help but smile at the revelation that his roommate was opening up to him.

"Her name is Amy. She's the granddaughter of my family's previous butler. She became a maid at my home after her family passed too."

"Ooh...I'm sorry to hear about that..."

"It's alright. I know Amy misses her home, but I think she's happy where she is with me."

"You mean working for you?"

Ciel blinked, realising his mistake. A transparent, unmistakable blush crept on his face. "O-of course."

"Phantomhive, do you like your maid?" It was asked so innocently, nowhere near teasing but Ciel blushed harder all the same. Mcmillan couldn't help but feel more relaxed and changed his sitting position on his bed to face Ciel.

"I won't tell anyone. Is Amy our age?"

"She's a year younger. I-I literally can't stop thinking about her."

Mcmillan moved closer and sat at the chair near the desk closer to where Ciel sat at the window, his curiosity getting the better of him, "What does she look like?"

Ciel described her as calmly as he could, but there was no mistaking the gentle look on his face as he talked about her. Mcmillan sat with Ciel till dinnertime, just talking relieved to make a friend in school finally.

Grell was quiet.

Too quiet.

It was starting to make Amu feel uncomfortable.

"Were you ever going to tell me you're a cambion?"

The pinkette shook her head, unwilling to lie. She explained in a soft voice that her grandparents were exorcists and occult detectives. They were horrified by what happened to their daughter, Amu's mother and disowned her. Eventually, her grandparents were intrigued by her ancestry and eagerly brought her into their home to study her. Amu was trained extensively by her grandparents in their ways as they were confident she would unlikely develop demonic powers anyway. Most cambions didn't live long past toddler years due to the supposedly strong magic they would have given off, but Amu wasn't like that. All of her life, she never would have imagined her powers to manifest during puberty since she was normal as far as she had remembered.

Grell watched her speak, wondering how she must have been feeling. She didn't ask to be a child of rape; worse, child of an incubus and later to inherit powers of a lust demon.

Grell shook his head; the pinkette never looked more sad or lonely. It made his heartache seeing her like that. She has lost her home, her present, her friends and now she was stuck in a completely different time living a life she would have never had imagined.

"For what it is worth Amelia, I am truly sorry for your misfortune."

She nodded her head awkwardly, not meeting his eyes. Grell wished he never made her tell him her story; he never meant to make her upset.

Ciel groaned, he had already gotten that aggravating prince to join the school so he could get intel, but he was still no closer to finding out the truth about Derrick Arden. The only way to find out any information about him was to infiltrate the Violet Wolf Dormitory but as he and Sebastian had already acknowledged, finding a vacancy would be difficult.

So how could he infiltrate it?

Was there anyone he knew that could qualify for the requirements of the Violet House? What did Violet House represent again?

The Arts

Ciel blinked an idea coming to him. The plan is far-fetched, almost impossible, yet it was the most appealing idea he could muster.

There was only one person he could ask.

He hoped she would say yes. Even if it is under a ruse, spending time with her would be enjoyable.