At last, the day had arrived when both men were deemed well enough to return to their own home, despite all that was. The car ride was silent as neither Ciel or Alois really had anything to say. No, they did, but the time was not appropriate. Questions still remained in their heads, but now was not the time to ask. Still, both of them felt relief as they reached the gate and saw the house from the end of the driveway.

Luka was at school and so was Revy, making the house empty upon their arrival. Still, they had a chance to sit in their own room and reflect on everything for a while until they returned. Well, one of them did. Ciel headed to the master bedroom, while Alois was led in another direction, much to his confusion. Sebastian took him to a room that was pretty standard and was told that this is where he would be sleeping.

It was bizarre, as he did not recognise this room. He knew it was a guest room, but it didn't feel like his. It lacked any personal touch and the organization of his belongings didn't seem to be arranged like he would have placed them. In truth, Alois recalled staying in the master suite, so he was immensely befuddled to discover that his room had been commandeered by someone else, regardless to the fact that Ciel was indeed the master of the house. Alois wished to stay in this room no longer, and took to exploring the house.

Mostly he was wandering around for clues regarding things he had forgotten. Getting reacquainted with the house itself took no time at all, as he remembered the layout completely, and only a few details were "new". Primarily photographs on the walls decorating the manor on occasion. Ciel was in most of them, now, which the menace hadn't recalled. The Watchdog was in the Warwick class photo standing next to Alois, smiling with Alois' arm around his shoulder. It was surprising, but made sense. Most of the details that Alois were missing involved the bluenette one way or another, just as he was told.

He did expect Ciel to come out of his room eventually, however. When he didn't, he wondered the motivation behind it. Perhaps he was still uneasy. Either way, he was missing dinner. Everyone else had gathered around in their usual seats, but the chair at the end of the table was empty. The menace didn't know why he expected Ciel to sit there. It just made sense, seeing as though the bluenette was the head of the household, and that is where everyone just happened to be sitting. Truth be told, the menace couldn't help but be a little disappointed, despite still having the others to talk to.

"I cannot persuade him." Sebastian stated as he walked back into the dining room. "The master is intent on spending the evening alone, it seems."

"Probably still needs space." suggested Revy with his mouth half full. "He kinda gets like that when he's moody, doesn't he?"

"Does this happen often?" questioned the menace, looking around the table in hopes someone would answer him. After a pause, the butler took it upon himself to do the honours.

"No, it's quite rare." spoke the man clad in black. "He does this when he's upset. He'll come around, eventually."

"He seems to be a bit of the moody sort, thus far..." Alois stated, resting his chin in his palm.

"Elbows off the table." Sebastian scolded, prompting the menace to roll his eyes. Alois still corrected his posture and the butler continued. "He can be that way, at times. Still, it isn't as bad as the alternatives."

"How could it be worse?"

"I heard that when you and Ciel started living together originally, you both hated each other's guts." Revy chimed in, only to receive a stern look from the eldest of the household's demons.

"We did?"

"Your first encounter… Wasn't exactly the best." the butler said cryptically.

"How so?"

"You tried to kill each other." the second oldest Macken stated. "Literally."

"That was a long time ago." butted in Luka, taking a break from trying to get as many peas onto his fork as possible in order to give his two cents. "You like each other a lot, now. That's why Ciel's lonely."

"Luka, please stop." the butler said, surprising Alois. He hadn't expected something so rude from Sebastian. It was unlike him to tell Luka to stop talking when he wasn't doing any harm. "We musn't reveal too much. It's best for Master Alois' memory to return on it's own."

"So I'm just supposed to be in the dark about everything?" questioned the menace, sounding slightly frustrated. "I want to know what's going on. I need to know. Can't I ask questions."

"Certainly, but the answers may startle you." Sebastian said. "Perhaps you should employ your detective knowledge. That would be wise, I believe."

"Why's that?"

"Because then you would be making sense of everything as you go." Sebastian informed, but the menace couldn't help but think something was wrong. The fact of the matter was, Sebastian wasn't too pleased about the situation, himself.

The butler was like a father to both Ciel and Alois. Seeing them in turmoil did nothing for him. Rather, it saddened him, and the man did not like this emotion. Even Sebastian was frustrated with the situation, but honestly and truly, he wanted what was best for the younger demons, so he would be taking things slowly as well.

Alois was unhappy with this. He was tired already of missing pieces. The worst part was not knowing what he was even lacking in the first place. What beloved memories had he lost? What if he cherished them deeply? If he needed them? He wanted them back. In the meantime, he would heed the butler's suggestion and do some investigating. Whether anyone liked it or not, he was getting his pieces back. That was a promise he made to himself, and that was a promise that he was determined to fulfill.


A/N: Super short, but I can probably update again later tonight... Maybe... I dunno...

I feel like I shouldn't upload everything all at once even though I really wanna.

Keep ya on your toes...

You comments are greatly appreciated, by the way. Reminded me that I didn't really clarify a thing so I need to do that.

Keep me on track. Lots of things are happening at once and I didn't make a flowchart. We're in freefall, at the moment.

This isn't good...

Sure we're not fuckin' up?

Right now I wanna draw... Tell me what to draw, and I'll post it on Tumblr.

Probably.

Maybe.

If it doesn't turn out sucky...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!