A major development for Gehenna occurred. The first ever printed books specifically written to better the lives of new citizens had been published; "The New Werewolf's Guide To Living", and it's counterpart: "The New Vampire's Guide To Living", both by Travis Sullivan and Patricia Ramirez. Free copies of the lycanthrope book were mailed directly to the homes of those who sought asylum in Gehenna upon abandoning the Scarlet Order, including the home of Ms. Ethans and her children. Despite this, the demand for both books were high.

Several copies were given to the library, and some cheaper copies are available at the Welfare Center, while others were available for purchase at the general store. Both books were completely sold out by the end of the first week, as they were even purchased by those who didn't belong to those species, for a plethora of reasons. Some had spouses or adopted children who were either vampires or werewolves, while others had friends. Some just wanted the knowledge for future reference. Few supernaturals were fully aware of how vampirism or lycanthropy worked- even those who had been that way for years! Vampires who were centuries old were learning new things about their bodies and how they worked, and soon, it became considered to be required learning in Gehenna.

H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had to keep up with the demand, but the authors of the books were certainly not complaining. They were getting paid, after all, and the fact that residents of Gehenna wanted even more books did not hurt their feelings in the slightest. As long as H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. was willing to give them the data, they were happy to compile it together and make it readable for the supernatural populace. They even had a deal for the novel that they had been working on for the past year to be published.

H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. even discussed the possibility of having a print shop in Gehenna. There were many supernaturals who had written books, but none of them had been printed via printing press. If they were willing to pay, they could have their books published. This would gain revenue for both the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization and the town of Gehenna. However, this idea would take some time to be developed. The boom in Gehenna's economy from this, however, was substantial, and the money earned by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. in sales tax and royalties was more than enough to cover the costs.

All of this good news called for some reward. The demonic duo, who had helped sparked this boom by both coming up with the idea and creating the market, had been subsequently granted permission to travel abroad for a few weeks as they had requested. Naturally, they would be expected to return if called, but the demons were determined to have fun until either that happens, or the end of the honeymoon. Thus, they quickly debated on where they wanted to go and made a plan. Occasionally, the butler would provide insight, ironing out the wrinkles in their plan.

"Do you want me to pack some spare eyepatches?" asked the blonde, walking back into the bedroom. The other demon stood, packing the suitcases that were resting on the side of the bed. Ciel straightened his back and furrowed his brow in thought.

"It couldn't hurt." He said, holding his hand out. "Hand them here."

"Whoop~!" Alois chimed, tossing an eyepatch to the other Phantomhive and repeating the action after the man put the first one away. He laughed as his beau shook his head before turning to disappear back into the dressing room.

"Ciel?" he called, raising his volume so that he could be heard.

"Yeah?" the bluenette answered back.

"Do we need guns?"

Pausing, the Watchdog thought again. "I'd pack them just in case."

"'Kay. How many magazines?"

"Oh, I dunno… A couple?" contemplated the bluenette. "I don't plan on running into anything, let alone anything big, but we all know how that goes."

"One minute, you're trying to go on a date, and then the next you're trapped in a high-speed car chase across London again…" Alois lamented with a sigh. His volume picked up again as he thought of another question. "What about silencers?"

"Probably wise. Can't be too prepared."

"On it."

"Jim?" called the bluenette.

"Yes, dear?"

"How many extra pairs of underwear is it advisable to take?"

The Watchdog was actually surprised by the sound of snickering from the other room, and rolled his eye as it carried over into the bedroom. "You plannin' on pissin' yourself a lot?"

"No, because demons don't urinate, and you know that all sorts of things happen…" Ciel replied.

"I'm just teasing." His beau answered with a grin. Alois pecked the other man on the cheek before setting his gun case on the bed. "One or two pairs, probably. Dunno what might happen, but it could."

"I have had things happen like you wouldn't believe…" shuddered the watchdog. Grimacing, he went back to carefully placing his clothes in his suitcase. Watching him, the blonde shook his head.

"Okay, now I need to know." Alois said. "What happened?"

"It's embarrassing…"

"All the more reason why I need to know."

Sighing, Ciel placed both hands on the surface of the bed and scrunched his face up in thought. It took him much longer than Alois had anticipated, but judging by the slight blush on the Watchdog's face, it needed to be worded just right. Shaking his head one last time, he looked up.

"Let's just say that it's a very, very good thing that demons can regenerate." The bluenette stated vaguely. His husband stared at him for a moment in confusion, simply watching him as he wordlessly continued to pack.

"Did you get shot in the ass?" he bluntly asked, causing the Watchdog to tense up. It was only momentarily, as he relaxed almost immediately after.

"Close…" Ciel answered, refusing to be direct. His continued attitude of mystery over the subject only made Alois' curiosity worsen. It took more thinking, but it wasn't long until the blonde figured it out. His brow raised and his eyes widened as his cheeks turned pink. Uttering a small gasp, his pointed at the bluenette, making his inquiry.

"You were shot in the d—"

"Drop it." Ciel interrupted, his face burning. The two returned to folding clothes and placing them in suitcases in silence. Alois turned to his own work, looking down as he placed a few shirts in a semi-neat stack and attempted to cram them in his bag. Another question surfaced, festering in his mind as he forced himself to ignore it and let it go. Alas, the temptation was too great.

"Is that why that one spot is more sensitiv—"

"Not another word."