Hey hey, all,

Sorry, this took me so long. I've been quite lazy but I am happy to get this chapter out and I've been working on the future chapters for this fanfic. So, I hope this chapter appeases everyone's thirst. One thing I would like to point out is I may have changed the scenery for when the manga event happens. Instead of the manor, it takes place at the townhouse. But I don't see this affecting anything or anything to do with Fenian's memories in the future. That's about all though, thanks for taking the time to read.

Leave a comment or whatever pleases you, I just hope this fanfic still catches your attention readers.

Without further ado,

Enjoy!

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For the past couple of days, the twins have stuck by my side relentlessly. Well, excluding their lessons, they tried their best to stay close. While it was sweet of them, it was slightly annoying, to say the least. Having not seen them in a couple of months, it only makes sense that I would be a bit irritated. Although, I still love them anyway; it's a bit hard not to.

I was in my old room, writing a letter to the Midford family that I have arrived safely. Her mother has grown a little soft spot for me in her heart somewhere. Not that I'm complaining, it made her slightly more lenient on my training. 'Slightly' being the key word here, which means not much but enough to give me some relief.

I sign my name at the bottom in the pretty cursive English I learned while growing up here with a small smile. I fold up the piece of paper and stuff it inside the envelope. Grabbing the melting candle wax, I pour a little bit over to seal the envelope. Setting down the wax, I grab the stamp and press it into the wax; leaving a small bird design imprint on it.

Birds were by far my most favorite animal. I remember asking my mother for a parrot or cockatoo for my birthday every single year. Of course, it never happened as they were very expensive. I wanted to teach one how to talk badly. Standing up, I release a small giggle at my thoughts and exit my bedroom with the letter. Those kinds of birds are a lot rarer around this time unless they were imported obviously. Trust me, I already investigated it not long after I first arrived here.

Walking down the stairs, I begin my search for Tanaka so he could send my letter off. He could be anywhere honestly, but this townhouse was much smaller than the manor; finding him shouldn't take long. I start my search for him in the kitchen and found my Tanaka instincts were spot on. He was sitting at the servant's table with a teacup in front of him. Smiling at the scene, I walk over to the table and sit down across from him, setting down my letter.

Grabbing an unoccupied tea cup next to the kettle, I take the kettle and pour some tea into the cup. I recognized the scent of Earl Grey and had to hold back a sigh at the smell. Turning my attention to Tanaka, I already found him kindly smiling at me. I smile back and nod my head in greeting all the while picking up my teacup.

"Good afternoon, Rina." Tanaka greets, taking a sip of his tea.

"Back at you, old man." I copy his action but blow on the hot tea first a couple of times. Humming in pleasure at the taste, I set it back down feeling a lot more relaxed. Tanaka made the best tea; I don't know if he knows a secret technique or it's just strictly Tanaka's tea. I miss Starbucks a little bit more every time I drink it though. It reminded me that I was more of a coffee girl. "Tea is good as ever, Tanaka." I compliment, taking another calming sip.

He smiles in response, "Why thank you, Rina."

"Say, could you deliver this next time mail comes around?" I ask, setting down my cup and sliding the envelope towards him.

He takes it with a curious look and examines the address with a smile. "Ah I see, yes I shall."

I nod my thanks and drink the rest of my tea quickly. "Thanks, Tanaka," I say while getting up from the chair.

"Oh Rina, there is something I should tell you." Tanaka intercepts before I take my leave.

I raise an eyebrow, wondering what it was. "Yes?"

"We will be having many guests coming over throughout the day today," Tanaka informs.

A bit surprised at the news, I nod slowly. "Okay, thanks for warning me."

"My lord requests you watch over the boys carefully to not disturb his guests."

"Right, on it. Leave it to me, Gramps!" I cheer enthusiastically.

He smiles, "Thank you."

Smiling back, I push in the chair and head out of the kitchen in search of the rascals. I ask several servants on the way if they have seen them. One mentioned seeing them in their parents' bedroom. Thanking the servant shortly, I head to the destination. Knocking on the door softly, I wait for permission to enter.

"Come in." I hear Racheal on the other side beckon.

I sigh, not wanting to face her. Pushing the door open, I walk in with a quick curtsey and a tilt of my head. "My lady." I greet politely.

"Ah, Rina. I was wondering where you were." Racheal acknowledges while brushing her hair out at her mirror stand.

The boys perk up from the bed they were laying on with smiles. "Sis!" they both shout at my presence.

I smile back, "Hello, boys."

I hear Racheal 'tsk' lightly, "Rina, I believe I have said to call them, 'young masters'. Have I not?"

I feel a tick mark pulse against my temple in annoyance. "And I believe I have told you, that I do not feel the need to."

She twists her neck in my direction, finally looking at me. "They are above you, so I would find it proper that you use their correct titles as a maid should," Racheal replies with a slight smirk, knowing she had a point.

My teeth grind in anger and I curl my hands into fists, "Excuse me? Do not forget you agreed to take me in."

"Then that is precisely why you should respect me, my children, and my household." she counters while setting her brush down, glaring daggers at me. "Does it not?"

Feeling tears prick my eyes, I swallow them back. Why was Racheal like this with me? She was not always like this, this behavior of bitterness and hate. She was gentle with many people, but her dislike for me was clear as day. I glance at the twins and find them hugging each other, casting worried looks between the two of us.

Feeling the lump in my throat, "I think we need to talk, privately and now." I recommend seriously.

She seems to agree and tells the twins to leave us.

The boys shuffle out the door, appearing unsure but eventually did as their mother said. I watch as Racheal gets up from her seat gracefully, "Say what you must." she commands with a small sneer.

Tugging on my fingers nervously, I step forward and harden my gaze. "I want to know why you spite me, my lady."

She laughs slightly, "Spite? Oh dear, I find your whole presence dissatisfactory."

"It was never like this. I'm afraid I do not understand this building hate for me."

She sighs and tosses me a glare, walking toward me slowly. "It's always about you."

Frowning in confusion, "I beg your pardon?" I ask, wondering what she meant.

As she approaches closer, she delicately picks up some of my long wavy hair. "I hear it from my husband, my sons, and some of my family. Even the servants." Racheal starts, appearing lost in her own thoughts. Yet, I could feel the negative energy practically rolling out from her. "All they talk about it is you. Rina this, Rina that."

She yanks my head to the side suddenly and I yelp at the small bit of pain she caused. My head was tilted to the side, my neck bare before her eyes. "I-I never meant any harm, my l-lady." I stutter out, feeling a bit afraid of the woman.

She cackles, "Harm? Oh, please. I still have control of my life. I have many regrets. But, you, you are the one I regret the most. Letting you into this household was a mistake in itself." Racheal hisses into my ear.

The shock takes over my body, not believing the woman I've known since I was a pre-teen. The jealousy was so easy to see, it almost disgusts me. Feeling my face flame with anger, I grab her wrist and detach it from my hair. My strength overpowering hers, I glare up into her beautiful blue eyes. "I am sorry, truly. Although, this is no excuse to treat me like this."

I let go of her wrist and stand up straight, both of us keeping watch of each other. She didn't seem surprised I have escaped her grasp. "I find it hard to believe that you feel any sympathy for me; as you are the one that caused all this," Racheal speaks up after a minute into our stare competition.

"I did not! I treat everybody with how I feel they should be. It's not my fault you get jealous over how everyone finds love in their hearts for me." I grind out, stepping back from her.

Her face contorts angrily at my statement, "You better watch your tongue, girl! You forget I oversee this household, you're lucky I haven't lowered your job rank."

"Why don't you?!" I spat, furious with her claims and uncertainties. "You've had plenty of chances!"

She raises her hand to slap me, but I saw it coming and catch her hand mid-air. She winces as I squeeze her hand in warning, but still manages to glare at me with hate. "If I did that, then everyone would hate me!" Racheal screams, some tears falling down her cheeks.

She crumbles, slowly lowering herself to the ground. "This is all your fault!" Racheal cries out loud.

I let go of her wrist, feeling stunned by her confessions. I watch as she raises her hands to cover her sobbing expression. I stand, unsure of what to do and how to process this. I step back until the door reaches my tense back. Fumbling for the doorknob behind me, I find the purchase of it and open it. I slip through the crack, listening to the sobs of the woman.

Gulping, I close the door and lean against it. I feel the hot tears glide down my face, and a sob escapes my throat. I raise my hand to my mouth to cover my wobbly lips; slowly making my way back my bedroom to recover. All the while, realizing how and why I made Racheal feel like all this time.

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Getting over the ordeal was hard enough, but I did not have much time to deal with it. I had to watch the twins before the guests were here. I hope they weren't, or else Vincent was going to chew my ass out later. Searching for the twins was a hard enough task on its own. Using the servants to find their whereabouts wasn't new.

Sighing, I finally find them peeking behind a curtain in the greenhouse. Curious as to why they were hiding, I make my way over to them. Sneaking up from behind, I stand and peer over the curtain to find Vincent and Diedrich chatting at a table. Ah, Diedrich, it's been a while since I have seen him. He appeared gruffer every time I did get the chance.

Suddenly, Diedrich glances at the curtain we hid behind with a stern expression. "Hey! Sons of Phatomhive, you don't have to be so afraid." Diedrich greets while leaning his head on his hand. "It's not like I'm going to eat you..." he soon grumbles afterward.

The twins look at each other, Ciel's face appearing excited to meet the man. "You heard him! Let's go!" Ciel exclaims, running out from the behind the curtain.

"Ah! Ciel..." Fenian says quietly, still standing behind the curtain.

I frown, keeping my presence unknown for the moment.

"They're only scared because you always look so angry." Vincent comments amusingly while pulling Ciel up into his lap.

Diedrich gasps in the offense, "But I'm not!"

"I know. And I know that you're a very kind and reliable chap." Vincent chuckles lightly, a small smile gracing his face. Ciel was looking between the two in the wonder of the conversation.

"What's with all the compliments?"

"That's why I am sure..." Vincent continues, glancing to the side at Ciel and strokes his hair gently. "That if something were to ever to happen to me, he'll be there to help you two out. Right?"

I process the conversation with the seriousness of the topic. I glance down to find Fenian staring at them, seeming lost.

"Is that an order?" Diedrich asks.

"More of a request, really."

Diedrich gestures at Vincent, "Besides, you really think you'll kick the bucket before me?"

Vincent snickers softly, "Who knows? The future is never certain." I watch as Vincent's gaze flickers to me briefly and I stare at him blankly. "People are always doing something at all times of the day. I'm sure even God has trouble keeping an eye on everything."

I scoff at his sentence with a roll of my eyes and I wait for Vincent to continue. "That's why...I'll be counting on you if it ever comes down to that, alright?" Vincent finishes, flicking his eyes back and forth between Diedrich and me.

"Countin' on you! Thanks!" Ciel exclaims suddenly, his hand raised in the air. "No idea what for though!" Ciel adds on quickly.

I hold back a chuckle at his adorable behavior. "A brazen little one, just like your father." Diedrich comments, a bit miffed.

Diedrich turns his attention to the back where Fenian and I were hiding. "Hey! You, the other one!" Diedrich bellows, getting Fenian's attention.

I watch as Fenian tenses and I bite my lip, wanting to comfort him. Although, he needs to learn that it's okay to talk to strangers; break him out of his shell. Diedrich does not notice me as I tucked myself behind the curtain more.

"As the younger, you should learn from your older brother in that respect!" Diedrich continues sternly. I flinch at his wording, not liking this topic. I watch Fenian shuffle a bit more behind the curtain more. "The second son doesn't receive the title, nor does he receive any land to his name. Eventually, you'll have to leave this house and make a living on your own!" he informs directly.

I feel the pit of anger from earlier flare up in me again. How dare this man tell that to a child. Not to mention one who clearly is relying very much on his home and family.

Vincent's face seems to play his statement off as harmless, but still necessary. "Oh Diedrich, you're so impatient. These boys have just barely turned seven."

My heart sinks for Fenian's feelings and I ignore the rest of their conversation. Fenian turns around abruptly, crashing right into my legs. I steady him by placing my hands on his shoulders and he looks up at me in surprise. I raise a finger to my lips in a 'hush' gesture. He looks back down and runs out of my grip, back out into the halls of the townhouse.

"Fenian!" I shout after him and follow.

I saw him running and kept following him till we turn a corner. I watch him run smack dab into Undertaker, an acquaintance of Vincent's. I gasp as I watch Fenian fall on his backside, I rush to him quickly after.

"I'm sorry..." Fenian whines apologetically, rubbing his eye.

Undertaker looms over him with that Chesire smile I find always painted on his lips. "Oh my, who do we have here..." Undertaker begins, his hands in front of him like he was about to reach for Fenian. "Well, if it isn't the little Phatomhive," he concludes gleefully. "Now, which one might you be?"

"Are you okay?" I ask Fenian while squatting down do Fenians eye level. He appeared startled by Undertaker's presence, shaking and his teeth chattering in fright.

Fenian stares at me with tear-filled eyes and reaches out to me. I sigh and smile, grabbing him into my embrace. I lift us up together and hold him in my arms. Undertaker cackles at me, pointing his finger at my face. "Well well, isn't it the lost little girl?"

I shake my head, a bit amused at his nickname for me. "Long time no see, Undertaker."

"Ah well, I suppose it doesn't matter which Phatomhive he is. From my humble point of view, they are both Phatomhives anyway." Undertaker continues to ramble about the presence of the twin.

"Oh! There you are!" I hear Ciel exclaim behind us.

Twisting myself to the direction of his voice, I smile at his appearance. I set Fenian down, feeling him have calmed down slightly. Ciel reaches for Fenian and tugs his arm, "Don't just leave without me, geez..." Ciel says, a bit miffed for his brother's disappearance.

Before Fenian could reply, a man wearing a semi-plaid suit and carrying a case appears out of nowhere with a friendly wave. "Oh! It's Mr. Vin's little twins!" he exclaims excitedly. "This is the first time I've seen you two together in one place!"

I raise an eyebrow at him, briefly recognizing the man. "Oh? Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Newspaper Reporter. You're visiting as well?" Undertaker greets the man.

I remember the man now and snap my fingers in realization. "Pleasant to see you again." I curtsey politely with a small smile soon after.

"Well, you're quite chipper this morning." Undertaker comments in amusement at the reporter's behavior.

The reporter nods with a smile also while opening his case, pulling out an old retro camera. My mouth drops open at the beauty of it and the reporter grins at my reaction. "Yup! My report on one of Mr. Vin's completed cases sold for much more than I expected, you see! So, I went and splurged on a brand-new camera."

He shows us by moving it closer for us to see. I gawk at its size and touch it lightly in amazement, "It's beautiful." I comment and he nods in agreement.

"I know right!" the reporter exclaims happily. "Oh! I know! Since you're both here, how's about I take a picture of you two?" he suggests with excitement, staring at the twins in hope. "I need to test out a bit more, anyway. So, let's take one, for the memories!"

I clap my hands, "Truly, a splendid idea." I commend, wanting a photo of the boys together to treasure.

"But I..." Fenian mumbles quietly, unsure about the photo. Before I could comment, I catch Ciel take Fenian's hand with a grin, "Let's take a picture together!"

I smile warmly at the brotherly display. Fenian smiles back, reassured by his brother. "...Okay."

I direct everyone to a room nearby, Undertaker, the reporter, and I begin to set up the area to take the photo. "Right then! So, let's have you stand over here and..." the reporter suggests, making the boys stand in a certain spot. "Hmm...I wish there was something we could put behind you..."

I search around and find a designer blanket, thinking it would do nicely. "How about this?" I ask, holding it up for everybody to see.

The reporter nods, "It'll do well enough, I think. Undertaker, could you hold it up for me?"

"Me? ~" Undertaker asks whilst I pass it on to him.

Undertaker goes to stand behind the twins and holds the blanket up behind them. I fix the boys outfits and comb my fingers through their hair. "Can you join us, sis?" Fenian asks cutely, a small pout settling on his lips.

I smile at his attempt to make me join but shake my head. "I want you and your brother to have your very own special photo."

Fenian sighs but nods reluctantly. I back away and let the other two men in the room take over again. "Come on now, give me a smile. Yes, that's the ticket!" the reporter declares, lining the camera up. "Mr. Undertaker, just a bit more to the right!" he demands, and the Undertaker follows his directions. "Alright, now stay just like that!"

I watch in amusement as the boys stand, they're smiles quivering slightly from holding the position for so long. I stand off to the side, next to Ciel waiting for the photo to be taken. "Alright, I'm taking it now!" the reporter shouts underneath the retro camera cover.

Not paying attention, Ciel moves swiftly and grabs a hold of my hand. He drags me into the photo, and I stumble onto their backs with my arms hanging loosely around both the ends of their shoulders. They both laugh with wide grins still clasping each other's hands and I'm pretty sure I had a scowl on my face. The picture was taken right before I could move off them, the light of the photo enrapturing us. These brats really, the things I do for them.