Worry loomed over the faux-blonde as he sat on the edge of the sofa in his apartment, just staring at the small calender in his hands. The full moon was on the twenty-fifth of December, meaning that visiting his family for the holidays would be somewhat difficult. He figured that he could most likely leave during the day before night fell, but he didn't want to risk cutting things that close, nor did he believe that he could handle the jitters that came with the a moon-day.

It was a strange sensation where he felt anxious and completely on edge long before night fell, but it was apparently a common feeling amoung werewolves, according to the handbook. Kristopherson wasn't sure if he could handle that Christmas morning and convincingly pretend that all was well. While he came from a family with several actors, he could only do so much. Surely, he would have to reschedule. He knew his family would understand if he did things this way.

At the same time, however, he deeply wished that his family was aware of his predicament. That would just be one more worry gone and having his family's support would help him immensely. Still, he hadn't the slightest idea as to how to go about addressing it. They would have to know eventually, given that the man could no longer age, but that was a thought that he would rather push out of his mind for as long as possible. Eventually, he would need to ask Ciel about coping with that.

Kristopherson decided that he wanted to see his family as soon as possible for no reason other than the fact that he simply wanted to. He was scared to go alone, however, and asked if it would be alright if he brought a friend. Naturally, his first choice was Alois, but the man was busy, leaving the task up to Logan, who agreed predominantly out of curiosity.

The wolfman's life was a source of interest for the incubus, as it was so different from his own and vice versa. Still, he agreed because he wanted to help his friend, and understood that the man was going through a hard time with this. It was no trouble on his behalf, and his presence was greatly appreciated.

He and Kristopherson arrived at the Miles household before Christmas, with plenty of leeway to leave before the full moon came. His parents were thrilled to have their son back at home, and while they were unsure of Logan since they had never met before, they were happy to have him there as well.

"Kris!" called out his mother after opening the door. Opening her arms wide, she greeted her son with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Remarkably, her bright purple lipstick wasn't left behind. "Come in! We missed you so much!"

"Hi, mum." chuckled Kristopherson, going along with things. Walking into the house, he toted his luggage along with him, shortly followed by the incubus close behind. "This is my friend, Logan."

"Hello." bashfully waved the other man, trying not to stare too much at Missus Miles' appearance. Already, he was bombarded with such a great difference in culture. Even beauty was substantially different. The woman had pink hair and wore lots of makeup, which were both incredibly uncommon in Gehenna. This could be difficult for the incubus.

"Oh, hi! Kristopherson told me a lot about you over the phone." answered Missus Miles with great excitement. "You come in, too. Anastasia and Lawrence should be coming after while. Do either of you want anything to drink?"

"Nah, I'm good, mum." her son said as she led everyone into the livingroom, where her husband was already sitting in wait. He didn't look as strange as Missus Miles, fortunately, making this meeting slightly less awkward for Logan.

"Hey, dad." Kristopherson greeted as the older man stood up from his seat to greet him.

"Kris! How are you, son?" the other replied with a big smile. "Did you get bigger? Hitting the gym rather hard, are we?"

"Gotta stay busy, don't I?" answered the faux-blonde with a question of his own. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his friend, awkwardly waiting to be introduced are given instruction. "This is Logan, by the way. He's my friend."

"Nice to meet you, Logan…?" his father trailed off as he held out his hand to shake with the incubus, which the ordinarily blue man gladly accepted.

"Kendrick, sir." Logan answered, giving him his surname.

"Well, why don't you and Kris take your bags up to his room? I hope you don't mind sharing with him. You can have the couch instead, if you like." Mister Miles answered, letting go of the other's hand.

"I don't mind, either way."

"We can figure it out later." offered Kristopherson. "You can at least keep your stuff in there for now. C'mon."

With a nod, Logan followed the wolfman up the stairs, leaving the man's parents behind momentarily. Once they were in the room, Kristopherson noticed that it was almost exactly as he left it. He walked inside and set his things down by his old desk.

"You can set your stuff down anywhere." he said to his friend.

"It's very… pink." noted the incubus, his eyes wandering around the brightly coloured room.

"Yeah… I was really into it. Still am a bit, if you noticed. Hope this doesn't offend you." quipped back Kristopherson, prompting Logan to shake his head.

"Doesn't bother me." the incubus said as he set his own stuff down. "Everything here is just so colourful..."

"Have you seen the buildings in Gehenna?"

"Yeah, but it's just in a different way."

Pausing, the wolfman examined his friends before saying: "You're referring to my mum's makeup, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't see that sort of thing everyday. It's fascinating." Answered Logan, trying to be honest but non-offensive.

"It's okay. Just don't stare too hard." the other stated.

"Deal. Should we go back down stairs?"

"Sounds like a plan, man."

Laughing, the incubus said: "That was good. It rhymed..."

"It's an Alois-ism, so I sadly cannot take credit."

After heading back down to the living room, the wolfman and the incubus did their very best to get comfortable. For Kristopherson, it was easy, but for Logan, it took a while. They chatted with Kristopherson's parents about how life was going. Everyone had a story from their time apart and the parents were interested about Logan's life. They asked about his family and what he does. For the most part, the incubus was honest, telling them that he works at a store and that he has several siblings. Not a lie was told, but crucial information was left out when it pertained to supernatural affairs. Unfortunately, the conversation eventually led back to Kristpoherson's injuries from the attack and how he was holding up.

"I've been fine." the faux-blonde stated, trying not to appear too uncomfortable. "I'm all healed up, even though I was a little freaked out, for a while."

"I can imagine." answered his father. "Being attacked by a wolf in the middle of London is a startling story!"

"Yeah… It was..." Silence followed after that, and the man shifted a bit in his seat. He really didn't have anything other to say about it that didn't make him sound like a madman to the average human, so he waited for someone else to speak. They didn't right away, however. Instead, his parents looked to each other with concerned yet determined eyes.

"Is that why you haven't come to visit?" asked his mother, prompting his attention.

"Yeah… I'm sorry… A lot has been going on..." Kristopherson answered with a sigh.

"How's your condition?" questioned his father.

"Yes, is that why you didn't want to visit us on Christmas?" Missus Miles further inquired.

"Huh?" the wolfman let out, perking up while his face scrunched in confusion. "What condition?"

"The one the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. people told us about. They gave us a book, too." the woman said before her eyes glanced at Logan and back again. "Oh, sorry, does he know?"

"Yeah. He's actually the one who helped me get through most of it..." informed Kristopherson before getting back to his concerns. It was imperative that he knew what they did. "What condition did they tell you I had?"

"The book calls it 'lycanthropy'." stated his father. "The doctor at the clinic said that that's a fancy word for 'werewolfism'."

"You believe that?"

"Not at first, but the idea has been growing on us." the woman stated. "They showed us all sorts of documents and tests they did… They even offered to film you on a full moon, but we thought it would be best if they didn't."

"Why are you so accepting of it?" asked Kristopherson. His heart fluttered as he tried to rationalise that his parents are simply messing with him.

"Honey, we accepted you when you came out as gay, and we'll accept you if you're a werewolf, too. That's a parent's job." Missus Miles stated, seeming a little on edge as well. She was usually very fun, loud, and in love with pranks, but this was her being serious. Kristopherson could tell as well. Her expression and tone of voice were completely different from how she is when pulling a prank. Unless she had taken some acting lessons while he was gone, Kristopherson believed her. After a second, she turned to look at the man sitting next to her son.

"And what are you?" she asked Logan, snatching his attention. "Are you a werewolf, too?"

"No, ma'am. I am a supernatural, though." Logan admitted while reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Humans typically have bad feelings about my species, so I'm not sure if I should tell you what I am."

"Why's that?" asked Mister Miles.

"They typically think we're perverts and deviants, but we're really strict about how we behave." answered the incubus. "Breaking the code of conduct can get you disowned by your family, and frankly, I don't blame them! They're there for a reason."

"What sort could need rules like that?"

"Well, if I tell you, I don't want you to freak out of think anybody's in danger."

"Saying that doesn't make it seem better..." said Kristopherson, earning a nervous laugh from his friend.

"Well… You see… I'm actually an incubus..." Logan admitted with a small blush on his cheeks. "Don't worry, though! I'm not going to hurt your son! It's against the rules to sleep with a virgin if you're not in a relationship."

"Hey!"

"Honesty is the best policy."

"Really? I thought you were dating." pondered Missus Miles, resting her chin on her palm.

"Mum!"

"What? You mesh well." the woman said.

"So… Do you, y'know… eat souls or anything?" questioned her husband with understandable concern. The inquiry made the incubus laugh, however, taking it in good humour.

"No, not at all! I'm not a demon." he answered. "What we 'eat' is the energy given off during intercourse. We can eat 'regular food' too, but shapeshifting a digestive system to process it is kind of a pain."

"That complicates dinner, a bit..."

"Not really. I'm fine just sitting with everyone." Logan replied. "Things aren't that complicated. Some people can't have dairy, while some are allergic to peanuts. I just can't have anything."

"You make it all seem so simple. Are we just thinking about the 'supernatural' thing too hard?" asked Missus Miles, prompting a shrug.

"Maybe." the incubus said. "In my case, it's not that big of a deal. Like any species, we have our quirks, differences, and special needs. Kristopherson's a a bit more complicated just due to circumstance. I was born supernatural, while he was just kinda thrown into it against his will."

"Aw..." cooed the woman with a frown. Turning her attention to Kristopherson, she said: "If you ever need anything, sweetie, you tell us and we'll help you out. We read the book."

"Thanks, mum..." the faux-blonde answered. "I think I have a system started, but I dunno if it's a fool-proof one, yet."

"We're here, even if it's not werewolf-stuff, just like always." said his father. "If it is, we'll do our best to help."

"I know… Actually, mum?" Kristopherson called, facing his mother. "I've actually been trying to work on a type pants that are able to accommodate a tail… For me and for other types of supernaturals… Common practise is to cut holes in pants, but apparently, they can cut in kind of bad, or are just uncomfortable."

"Ooh~! Designing clothes for supernatural creatures?" the woman asked to no one in particular, perking up and clapping her hands together with excitement. "That sounds fun… Let me get my sketchbook!"

The first day of the visit went off without a hitch, which things being cleared up, and socialising being done. Missus Miles began working with Kristopherson on patterns and designs for supernaturals along with the assistance of Logan, who gained permission to call the woman by her first name. Everything was going smoothly, and continued to do so after Anastasia and her boyfriend arrived as well. It was fortunate that the faux-blonde had a government organization to back him up and save him the trouble of doing the difficult explaining to his parents. Now all he was left with was business as usual, with the added secret to the family for them to bond over. Kristopherson was invited back on Christmas day so that his mother could test some designs on him, and so was Logan. The wolfman, however, said that he would have to think about it, which she understood. He felt as though she should be surprised that the woman was now becoming fixated on designing clothes for supernatural beings, but he really wasn't, and kind of expected it, somehow. That, however, was a story for another day.


A/N: I wanted this to be a thing that lasted several chapters, but that didn't happen. In fact, I didn't get to use all of my ideas because of how it fell into place. Such is life.

Kris' parents are super-chill. Having a government organization back your shit up and do the hard part for you helps, though, especially when it's obvious you got mauled by SOMETHING huge with pointy teeth and claws.

This may be important later... Well, maybe. "Important" may or may not be the word, but what I have in mind could prove useful...

God, what am I gonna do for the next chapter? I thought this was going to be much longer? Ugh...

This is the dilemma I have MOST of the time. Sometimes, I hit an arc where I know what's gonna happen all the time, but then there's this...

GOD I want some supernatural action. I want somebody to be punched, and something to be smashed. We have had a lot of soap-opera-y stuff, and I needs me some violence.

I had like, seven BEGINNINGS of ideas, and then none of them became fleshed out enough to be even vague enough to use... Filler? I dunno...

I feel like we need more Ciel and Alois. We've been focusing on side-characters too much. What are they doing? So far, it's being lovey-dovey and gross, or having sex. Usually the latter is done while being lovey-dovey.

We'll get there...

Also, the song of the day is "Werewolves of London". I say this because I listened to it while writing this chapter, and I've referenced it several times. It's silly...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Sebastian, have you ever played Neko Atsume Kitty Collecter? Ciel, have you ever thought about hiring another maid or butler to help Sebastian out?" by marleyrockstar

Sebastian: "No, but I am intrigued."

Ciel: "I have in the past, but it was only temporary. Charlotte and Amelie worked for us for a while. It's difficult with the whole 'supernatural' thing, along with the vast amounts of other top secret nonsense around here."

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Question: "Wait, so like… Your default forms don't have that hair? It's just not there by default? Do you know why? My only guess is that maybe it's because you both first became demons before that hair grew win since you were younger, but I got nothin' else." by FartFerrit69

Alois: "Yeah, that's basically it. Our 'default' is basically just the form we are set on staying in for a while, though. This can be a week, a month, a year, or several at a time. Even forever, if we want. It's easier than just holding a temporary shape all the time. We reset our 'default' a few times to give the illusion of aging, but now we're just permanently in our twenties, now that school isn't really a problem anymore when it comes to that. There's just no real need to reset the default anymore. This is good. We just didn't really think to alter... that at first. It's not an obvious thing, because we typically focus on what other people will see. Not a lot of people look at our business, so it wasn't a priority. And, when the only other person who sees it is in the same boat? Just doesn't occur to you. (everything else got changed according to proportion lol) It was only like, a year or two ago when we noticed, so we were like: 'should we change it? Will it look silly?". I kinda like it, to be honest..."