It was just another ordinary day in London. Things were still going the same as always, but today, a certain family was doing something a bit new. It was something that needed to be done for about fifty years, so the fact that it was finally happening was somewhat remarkable. The Phantomhives were finally arranging and organizing the memorabilia room.

Currently, the room was a dusty, filthy mess. The artifacts inside were surely suffering due to the lack of care. Being strewn about in unorganised heaps and left in a musty old room to rot when they were important enough to the Watchdog to save was no way to keep them. Thus, the family decided to set aside an entire day to dedicate to fixing it.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" questioned the blonde as everyone in the house gathered around the entrance to the room.

"I was thinking we drag what we can out here and organise them while someone else gets the shelves in." Ciel replied. "Most everything in here will need cleaning, as well. Some things are too fragile, however, so no one should worry about those."

"Is it really a good idea to have Luka helping?" inquired the family butler, glancing down toward the youngest of the bunch. "There's weapons in there, after all."

"Luka, don't touch any weapons." said Alois, only to earn a big, excited grin from the other.

"Okay~!" the boy answered while the head of the family gripped the doorknob.

With a flick of Ciel's wrist, the door was open and the group was assaulted by the pungent smell of dust and mold. Luka coughed while Revy sneezed. Ciel covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve as he peered inside. Admittedly, the place looked even worse than he remembered. His spouse peeked his head inside as well, but the only difference was that he actually vocalised what both of them were thinking.

"Jesus Christ!" the blonde Phantomhive exclaimed as he stared into the abyss. "When was the last time we were even in here?"

"I think it was the BlackJack case?" answered the other. "I remember putting your mask in here, somewhere."

"Oh, god, who knows what happened to it, then?"

"We really should have sorted this room out sooner, master." Sebastian said with a shake of his head. "This is ridiculous… I suppose I'll start scrubbing it down once enough is out of it."

"Sounds like a plan. Watch out for avalanches, everyone." Alois replied before rolling up his sleeves and waltzing right on inside.

Items began being brought out and placed in relating piles on the floor in the basement in an orderly fashion. All sorts of absurd items were found, whether they be weapons or remains of a formerly living thing, or some otherwise odd trinket. Luka informed the older demons when he found a dangerous-looking item, and they took care of it for him right away. It took a little over two hours, but eventually, enough was out of the room for Sebastian to start scrubbing a bit and Alois began cataloging the items. He had a book with him that he wrote down everything and how many of each artifact there were.

"What is this?" he questioned, mostly to himself as he crouched down and picked up a small box. Carefully, he cracked the lid and rolled his eyes.

"Ciel?" he called out, facing the room that the Watchdog and the others were cleaning.

"Yes love?" he received in reply as his husband peeked his head through the door.

"I'm not going to ask where you got these teeth or why you decided to keep them, but are they human or something else?" the blonde asked, holding up the box. With a confused expression, the bluenette decided to walk over to the menace, who then presented him with the offending object for him to examine. After a few moments of examining the teeth, Ciel finally made a face and shook his head.

"I have no idea what these are." he said, placing the tooth in his hand back in the box. "I don't remember where those are from at all." Ciel handed the item back to Alois, who then proceeded to carefully put it back on the ground and take out his book.

"Alright… I'll just put 'thirteen teeth of unknown origin' in the book..." Alois said while jotting that down. "What about that skull over there?"

"Vampire skull." answered his husband without even thinking. "From Liverpool, I think."

The objects were ridiculous, but knowing the Phantomhives, that is to be expected. There were many stolen Nazi-related items. Most of them came off of soldiers. There was an entire box of SS patches and several daggers. There were also many items from Britain as well, such as uniforms and Ciel had the flag. It was old, beaten up, and the colours had faded and yellowed. There was another box of Sir Integra's lighters, which Ciel had stolen for laughs when he was still on rocky terms with her. He said that he might return them to her some day as a joke. There were books and photo albums in several other larger boxes and Alois had to go through each one.

Once again, Alois found something that he didn't recognise. It was an old, old, book with yellow pages and a beaten up spine. It was obviously cheap and it was surprising that it was in decent shape, given the date on it. It said it was from the 1800s! The only problem was, Alois had no idea what kind of book it was, so he was left with no choice but to take a careful peek inside. He read a little bit of his contents before his head finally wrapped around what it was saying. A blush appeared on his cheeks as he set the object back down and took out his pen.

"One Victorian era 'erotic novel'..." he said to himself, only to hear a light chuckle from over his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw the butler smirking at him before the man finally shook his head.

"Those were popular back in the day." the older man explained. "They were mostly sold out of sight, so it's only natural for a member of the underworld to come across a copy somehow. I'm honestly surprised he didn't throw it away."

"I'm not. He must have been curious. Most teenage boys would be."

"It looks as though its been in there for ages… I can dispose of it, if you'd like."

"I'm sure somebody might want it for a good deal of money, actually." Alois replied. "Best to sell it. Then again, I really don't feel right about selling Ciel's things without him knowing, even if he hasn't used it in a hundred years."

"I will ask him, then." Sebastian stated with a small bow. Before the menace could say a single thing, the butler was calling Ciel over.

"Master," he began, retrieving the bluenette's attention. "Could you come here for a moment?"

Naturally, Ciel thought nothing of the request and casually walked over to the pair without knowing where it would lead. He rubbed his hands together, trying to shake some of the dust and grime off of them as he approached. "Yes?"

"We were wondering if you would be opposed to selling this artifact." spoke the man clad in black while presenting the offending article to the Watchdog. "It does qualify as a historical document, after all, and I doubt you would be interested in holding onto it."

Arching an eyebrow, the bluenette looked at the book in his butler's hand, only to immediately recognise it. The poor man's face heated up as his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. He remembered the object. Ciel had thought that it was destroyed long ago, but here it was, much to his dismay.

Coughing, Ciel made an attempt to compose himself before finally answering. "Go ahead." he replied. "I don't need it..."

"Very well, then. I'll see to it finding a new home." Sebastian answered with a polite grin that barely hid any of the demon's amusement. With this, he walked away, leaving the couple to interact knowing what they do now. An almost suffocatingly awkward silence loomed in the air as both of them tried to think of something to say. It was finally broken, however, as the menace could no longer hold in a snort.

"What's so funny?" indignantly questioned the blue Phantomhive despite already knowing the answer.

"You." bluntly stated his spouse. "I didn't think you were the kind to have something like that."

"I'm not, really… Most books like that were disgusting. Sick and twisted stuff..."

"So you kept the one that was tame?"

"I..." Ciel began, only to realise that there was no getting out of this. Clearing his throat, he said: "Well… Yes… I was curious about that sort of thing, too, even though I would never dare acknowledge it. I'm not into the sort of violence and depravity commonly featured in erotica… It's disgusting. I have no idea how anyone could possibly sexualise that..."

"I know. You're not that kind of guy. You're too sweet to be able to bear that."

"Indeed..."

"You sure you don't want to keep that book?" Alois questioned, looking up at his husband from his place on the floor. "You did keep it for a hundred years."

"No. I thought I got rid of it a hundred years ago." answered the bluenette. "It's been useless for that long. Now I have something that works a lot better to pique my interests."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" the menace inquired further with a big grin. He already knew the answer, but he was going to bother his spouse regardless. Knowing this was his intention, Ciel rolled his eye.

"I liked it, so I put a ring on it." he said jokingly before turning to walk away and resume working. Mostly, it was to conceal his smile as he was satisfied with his remark. Alois simply shook his head.

"You're gonna get it later, you know!" the blonde called after him.

"I know. Do your worst."

After this bizarre find, Alois resumed working as well and walked around, counting and cataloging everything he found. He moved from one end of the basement to the other, and documented new items that came out of the room as well. Guns, swords, bayonets, amulets, body parts animals and humanoids alike, and other trinkets that were so great in amount that it really did fill up almost an entire book to write them all down. In every single one, however, the blonde took great interest. They were places his husband had been and things he had seen. There was a long, complicated story, here, and he was completely enthralled in it.

Reaching a new pile, the menace crouched down once again to inspect it. There were a lot of large books carefully piled on top of each other. The menace reached out and cracked one open, only to find out that it was a photo album. It looked old, but not too old. It was a few decades, at best. He saw pictures of his spouse looking much younger than he did now, dressed in a much sillier fashion. There were often grumpy old men in the picture with him. At one particular image, however, he stopped. He recognised the room that Ciel and the man accompanying him were sitting in. It was the office at the Hellsing estate!

"Must be Arthur..." Alois thought to himself, sitting down with his legs crossed and placing the album in his lap. The man in the photo who Alois assumed was the late Sir Arthur Hellsing was sitting behind the desk in the Hellsing office. He was a cocky looking man, but seemed kind. His hair was completely white, including his mustache. Green eyes stared at the camera along with Ciel's. It was interesting to think that this was the father of Sir Integra. The woman must take more after her mother, as they look nothing alike!

Turning the page, he found more stuffy looking individuals, including a man who looked like Sir Penwood, but wasn't. It must have been the man's father. Most of them, Alois did not have the faintest idea as to who they were, but he turned to another page and had to stop for a moment. Once again, Ciel was standing next to a man, but he wasn't old like the others. He looked as though he were in his late twenties or early thirties. The strange part about this man, however, was the fact that he looked familiar to the menace, but he couldn't place him.

The man was obviously a police officer and was wearing a formal uniform. He and Ciel must have been at a special event when the picture was taken. Still, he looked odd for a cop, with thick black hair that was a touch on the long side. Ordinarily, that would have been considered unprofessional, but when one was friends with the Watchdog, professionalism did not matter. He had dark eyes, a square jaw, and a cleft chin that made the menace believe that he knew him. The blonde just couldn't decide who it was! Alois had to remember that this photo was taken decades ago, so the man was probably older with more wrinkles, now. In his mind, Alois tried to age the man's image, only for a name to finally come to him.

"Bailey!" he said aloud with raised eyebrows. Now that he said that, he could finally see it. This was a photo of a young Detective Gabriel Bailey, Alois' most favourite of Ciel's old friends.

With great enthusiasm, Alois dedicated his time to looking through the photos. He had completely gotten side-tracked while everyone else was diligently working on moving shelves, pedestals, and glass cases into the memorabilia room. This was important as well, however. It was important to the menace, anyway. After each book, he did catalog them, but it took him a while to complete each one. Soon, however, he came across an old and decrepit photo album; one that he had to handle with extreme care so it didn't completely fall apart.

These photos were older. Much older. They were older than Ciel and Alois knowing each other. These were pictures of Ciel when he was still human. Still, Alois looked upon them fondly. Oh, how the bluenette has changed. Even his expressions were completely different. Poor thing. He was so serious- much more so than he is now. His husband was friendly and outgoing compared to the boy he used to be. It was very interesting to see these portraits, even if there were a few of Ciel and Elizabeth in there as "future spouses" amoung the bunch.

"Who's that?" asked a voice behind him. It was much closer to Alois' head this time, as its owner was much shorter. Luka was looking at the pictures from over the blonde's shoulder. In response, Alois simply smiled at him.

"It's Ciel and Elizabeth when they were humans." he replied, moving a bit to invite his sibling to sit with him. "Ain't they cute? They're so tiny!"

"Ciel looks angry..." the younger Macken brother noted, causing his sibling to snort.

"He was. Very angry. The guy ran on it when he was a kid." Alois answered. "I don't really blame him. He had a lot to be angry about."

"He doesn't look right as a kid."

"Luka..."

"It's because he's a grown up! Grown ups always look weird when you see pictures of them as kids." the boy clarified, prompting his brother to shake his head.

"I think he's cute." the blonde stated.

"You always think he looks cute..."

"Yeah, but this time, he's cute like a puppy."

"Maybe..." Luka said, staring down at the page. He had to quickly find something else to talk about before his older brother began rambling and being mushy about his husband. Silently, he coaxed the man to turn the page, only to find a picture that was even older, if only by a few years.

"Who's that?" the brunet questioned, pointing to the group of people.

"Huh… I think that's the Phantomhives and the extended family..." Alois answered, staring carefully at the portrait.

"How do you know?"

"Well, I remember that Vincent, Ciel's dad, looks a lot like Sebastian. Since he's in the center, he must be the family head." the blonde began to explain. "Then there's Ciel right there. The woman with her hand on his shoulder must be his mum. They look alike. Then there's Elizabeth over there with her parents… Damn, her mum looks like a white Integra..."

"That's Ciel?" inquired the other with disbelief conspicuously lacing his tone. "He looks normal."

"That's when he was around your age." the older demon stated. "He was normal, for the most part; As normal as a Phantomhive can be, really."

"He looks fun."

"Maybe you would've gotten along?"

"Probably. We get along now." said Luka.

"True. If you can get along with him now, it should be easy." The blonde said, turning his attention back to the photograph. He couldn't help but smile at it, despite his attempts to keep a semi-straight face. Mostly, he was just trying not to look like a complete dope, but was failing badly.

"Ugh, he's just so cute!" He finally let out as he was unable to contain himself any longer. "Look at this face! I wanna pinch his little cheeks!"

"Why are you so excited about it?" questioned poor Luka, who was unable to understand his sibling's carrying on.

"Do you not see him?" asked the other in return, showing the photo to his brother. "He's just a wee baby! I want to squish him! I can't help it, he's too cute!"

"If you had a baby, it would look like him. You could make weird faces over that."

"Unfortunately, that's an impossibility..." Alois sighed. "And I don't make weird faces..."

"You're making them right now!" protested Luka. "I know you can't make a baby. Neither of you have the right organs."

"Where did you learn about that?"

"I didn't. You're both boys, so it can't work."

"No, about… making babies?" the blonde tried to clarify.

"Sebastian taught me for biology." Luka bluntly answered. "He said it was important to know, so he told me."

Alois couldn't argue with that logic. Mostly, he was grateful that he wouldn't be the one to have to explain it to the boy, and knowing Sebastian, the butler probably did it better than he could even hope to. The blonde Phantomhive's discomfort simply came from the thought of his younger sibling knowing about such things. He didn't like the idea of the lad growing up. There was no reason for it. Luka was just his little brother and the knowledge that one day he was going to grow up was a lot for Alois to bear.

"Oh, well… That's fine, I guess." Alois answered, closing the book and putting it back in the pile. "You're not old enough for any of that, though. Understand?"

"I know. I haven't finished puberty yet and the age of consent is seventeen." the younger demon said before wandering off. He left Alois there to ponder that for a moment, but then the man needed to say something.

"Sebastian!"

That was a very odd conversation that ensued. All it consisted of was Sebastian consoling Alois and ensuring him that he hadn't taught the blonde's younger brother of anything questionable. The butler had to take a break from moving in shelves to do this and after a while, the conversation shifted from this to making digital copies of all of the photos in the albums. Sebastian didn't mind as long as Alois wasn't in a tizzy.

After everything was moved in, everyone turned their attention to cataloging and cleaning. They hoped to get everything done before nightfall, but that simply didn't happen. Luka and Revy eventually had to go to bed, but the adults remained and managed to get everything jotted down. Once that was done, they were able to start moving in the items that were ready to be displayed. The duo worked on this while Sebastian was left with cleaning. It actually worked faster this way since he didn't have to hold himself back.

Swords, guns, knives, bayonets and other types of weapons were moved behind glass cases and arranged by time period and country of origin. Then came organic material such as skulls, teeth, hands, and mummified remains. Everything was arranged thus so. The pair had to be very careful about dressing a mannequin with Ciel's old war uniform. There were others for both mens' Warwick uniforms as well. The BlackJack mask was displayed on a wall and the costume was placed next to it. All of the photographs and portraits were left out for now, as copies needed to be made. They had to be handled carefully, as the majority were of immensely deep sentimental importance, while others were simply one of a kind. One of the only clear photographs of a Sasquatch was amoung the pile. That one, however, would not be staying with the Phantomhives. Instead, it would be sent to the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. research department.

"If you ever want to open up a museum about yourself, you certainly have enough to do it." said the menace, placing his hands on his hips with a short sigh.

All of them had been working into the wee hours of the morning, but they were finished at last. All three of them had to take a step back and admire their handiwork. The room was impressive and state of the art. It was kept at a certain temperature to ensure that the items last and the walls were made so that they could not be broken and nothing could get inside. If a fire breaks out upstairs, this room will always survive. Even the door that leads to the tunnels beneath the estate which house the most dangerous and accursed of objects was hidden better and reinforced with both technological and magical means. It was an absurd amount of work, but the trio managed.

"I know, but I'm too selfish to give it up just yet." the bluenette stated, looking at his room. "Everything in here has a story. It's hard to give up physical evidence of it."

"Even the teeth that you don't recognise?" questioned the menace.

"Now those should probably be sent to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. for analysis..."

"And the vampire skull?"

"No, they have plenty."

"I'm actually impressed that you managed to collect this much stuff, master." the butler chimed in. "I never really noticed how sentimental you were."

"I'm not, really..."

"'Everything has a story. It's hard to give up physical evidence of it.'" quoted Alois.

"Alright, maybe a little..." the Watchdog sighed in defeat. "Where's the catalog? If you want, I can enter everything into the computer while you're at school."

"Ugh… I forgot about school… I don't wanna go..."

"Too bad. Go and learn. How many years have you got left?"

"Two, maybe? I don't even know..." answered the blonde while shaking his head. "Summer classes are an option, but as soon as spring comes, everything always goes awry. It's like spring fever causes bloodlust or something."

"That just means more for the room." Ciel jested, patting his husband's shoulder. "Time for bed, everyone. It's almost three in the morning."

"I suppose I should be getting things sorted for tomorrow, then." Sebastian said as the trio headed toward the door. "Luka never puts his coat where it belongs, and there are still other things that need cleaning."

"Damn, Sebastian, take a nap." insisted the menace, prompting the older demon to shake his head.

"Naps are a luxury that a Phantomhive butler does not have."

"I disagree. The butler before you was extremely fond of them." said Ciel.

"Tanaka was old." stated Sebastian. "That is to be expected."

"You're old too..."

"Well, I never..."


A/N: This chapter took so long because it is 4,000 words long. It CERTAINLY wasn't because I was watching Youtube instead.

I seriously need to get on with things... I'm just hesitant because once the ball starts rolling, it's going to fuck shit up and it's going to stay that way for a while...

In other words: I'm stalling because PAIN.

I dunno... Do you all think I should cut the crap and jump into the abyss? Or more stalling? Please let me know I am scared

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Ezekiel do you consider Luka a close friend? Would you ever like to hang out with him outside of school?" by BravestarBDB

Ezekiel: "We're good friends. I'd really like to hang out with him after school sometime! I wonder if his butler would let him..."

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Question: "To Luka, what are some games you like to play with your friends at school?" by marleyrockstar

Luka: "There's this one where one person throws these hoop things, and you try to catch them on your horns or tail. I'm not very good at it because my tail's little and my horns are curly and on the sides of my head."