Hey!

I hope you guys are satisfied with this chapter. I had to re-write it a couple of times to get it how I wanted it. I believe there is more characterization on Rina's part, not to mention her relationship with Sebastian. It is definitely a starting point, slow-mance guys, please hold on to those hopes. Rina's going to go through a lot with Ciel probably next chapter.

Talk about those feels though. I was getting a bit emotional writing this one.

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Grell smirks wildly suddenly and whips his scythe out in front of me in time. I somehow dodge in the air and had to land a little away from him. I click my tongue in irritation; this may be harder than I originally thought.

"Did you actually think you could get a hit on me?!" Grell shrieks.

My glare increases on his figure, not enjoying how confident he sounds. Then again, he was only battling a human, why would he? Suddenly, Sebastian was at my side with an arm held out in front of me.

"My lady, I suggest you wait with the young master."

I frown and move his arm out of the way, "I don't plan to be protected." I claim and rest my sword on my shoulder nonchalantly.

Sebastian sighs lightly, "He may appear dimwitted, but he can kill you by simply raising a finger."

"So what? If I die, then oh well. I want to kill this bastard." I seethe as my hand tightens around the handle to my sword.

"...very well."

I blow the loose hair out of my face, as the jump rustled it a bit. Somehow my hat was still on though.

"Are you two ignoring me?!" Grell huffs with a slight pout. "I actually wanted to let off since I lost the momentum." he continues while flipping his long red hair back. "However, since the three of you want to die so much. I shall send you both to heaven!" he exclaims while reeving up the chainsaw. He dashes for us again.

I duck and so does Sebastian, we split to the opposite sides of Grell. While Sebastian simply skids back, I had to do a couple of backflips away. I cannot skid on my feet like I was on ice, unfortunately.

"Heaven?" Sebastian ponders while picking up a large wooden crate. "I don't have an affinity with that place."

"I don't think I would be accepted with open arms." I think out loud, honestly curious if I would be or not. I never believed in higher beings since I was small.

Sebastian decides that moment to chuck the crate at Grell who ends up cutting it in half with his scythe. "I'm in a bad mood right now! I won't go easy on you!" Grell exclaims among the slowly disappearing debris from the crate.

I notice Sebastian switched positions and was suddenly gravitating towards the scythe that was behind Grell from swinging it. He aims to stand on top of it. I take Grell's moment of distraction, he probably was sensing Sebastian or realizing Sebastian was not in the same spot anymore. I run at Grell's turned back and Sebastian notices me with a side glance. But Sebastian decides it was better to simply try to kick Grell in the face. I stop in my spot and glare a little at Sebastian's figure. So that was how it was going to be. He was going to make sure I don't get close to Grell.

Grell effectively dodges the kick by bending back away from Sebastian's foot. He takes a couple of steps, distancing himself from Sebastian. "Wait a moment, you aimed for my face on purpose! You are not human!" Grell snarls with multiple tick marks all over his face.

Sebastian smirks in response, "That's right. I am simply one hell of a butler."

I had to refrain from smirking myself because for some reason, knowing a certain demon butler liked my catchphrase felt praiseworthy.

"Tsk! Do you really think that a demon can win against a God?" Grell asks as if he thought himself stronger.

"From countless t.v shows and movies I've seen, I would say the odds are uncertain." I think out loud while tapping the blade of my sword against my shoulder.

I get tossed a couple of weird looks and I sweatdrop. Oh right, those were not exactly a thing yet.

"What do you think? I myself do not know since I have never tried it before." Sebastian muses, ignoring my off-hand comment. "However, since my master wants me to win. I WILL win."

"I don't really know the relationship between you, and that brat, but you two complement each other well, right? I'm jealous!" Grell exclaims. "However, even if you a demon, you will perish once critically hit by my Death God's scythe! Aren't you scared?"

Sebastian, scared? I think I might laugh at the idea of such an emotion arising in him.

"Not one bit," Sebastian assures with a sly smile and a hand to his chest. "Currently, everything of mine belongs to my master including my body, my soul, and even every single strand of my hair. Following his orders as long as the contract is still in place, is the art of being a butler," he explains. I watch as surprise runs its course through me again tonight. My brother was in a contract with a demon. What the hell does Sebastian get out of all this wasted time? "If he does not want me to die, then I won't die. If he wishes for my death, then I will disappear."

So much control! What the hell is my brother thinking?! Ohhh, we're so having a talk after this mess is all cleared up.

"Oh, I love men who pursue the Arts, little Sebast!~ I'm going to use the heels of my shoes to step on this cold, uncaring face of yours!" Grell shouts gleefully and jumps at Sebastian once more. He swings the scythe at Sebastian who jumps up and dodges the swipe. "I want you to lick my shoes clean!" Grell announces with a wicked smile.

I make a grossed-out face, that is nasty to think about. Especially when he is covered in Mary's blood still. I realize I might not be able to fight this duel due to my inability as a human. No matter how advanced I was as Sebastian practically floats in the air as if he could control the gravity around him slightly. I take a couple of steps around them, deciding to get out of Sebastian's way. I want to fight badly, but I could not really contest with such strength. I was simply triggered earlier.

"A demon and a Death God!" Grell exclaims with a thrilled grin. "Apparently, we are unable to reach a mutual understanding. If the job of a Death God is to recover all the souls of the dead..." Grell trails off because he has to dodge a kick Sebastian was aiming at him. "...then demons can be likened to the pests that snatch these souls away just for the sake of devouring them!" Grell informs theatrically.

My face pales slightly, so Sebastian's eat human souls!? What?! Holy fuck talk about nerve-wracking! All those times I mocked him, the one time I hit him...he could've killed me and took my soul! I shout in my head in panic. Oh god, I better apologize down to my bones in hopes of being forgiven.

"...no matter how much love I put in, it won't bear fruit, it's like..." Grell continues while jumping into the air and Sebastian copies the movement, reading it as an attack. "The tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet!" he fantasies.

I almost throw up in my mouth at that thought. "Eww, that is so, so wrong!" I voice my disapproval with a horrid face.

Sebastian appears dumbfounded and a bit disgusted as well. The moon shines behind them beautifully though as they were two figures merely dancing in the air it seemed like. Grell does a backflip which raises him higher into the air somehow. "You and I shall be the cast in this show! I think even Shakespeare would be in awe!" Grell proclaims with a maniacal grin. "Ah! ~ Little Sebast! Why are you little Sebas?"

Sebastian creeps closer in the air, every action almost seemed slow motion. He aims another kick at Grell while in the air. His leg stretching unbelievably in a way that made it look painful to me. "That sentence became the newly formed contract," Sebastian informs with a smirk while Grell dodges once again at the kick. "All it takes is that one sentence. From the time when master addressed me as 'Sebastian'."

Grell begins to land on the rooftop not far from where my original hiding spot was. My thoughts take a halt momentarily at the fact that Sebastian is only a fake name, an alias. I switch my gaze to look over at my brother in amusement. He named Sebastian after our pet dog from the old manor. I snicker under my breath and I walk closer over to him.

I watch the two land on the rooftop, but I realize I couldn't hear their conversation well. Even with my improved hearing, they were still a bit too far for me. Not to mention, I have to really focus on them to listen in. But the sound of rain splatting all around made it hard, not to mention all the thoughts in my head were a cluster.

As I get closer to my brother, his steely gaze was still trained on the fight. I was close to Madam Red's body and I peer down at it. I was used to this sadness, but this time it was fresh once again. It has been two years since I witnessed death, one of the family members as well. Frowning, I feel the tears strain against my eyes as I try to force them back. This was no time to be crying, right? It's so hard not to, I've always been a crybaby.

A stuttering breath breezes past my lips and I had to hold the bridge of my nose to keep myself from leaking the tears. I know she did a lot of bad stuff, really. But she was still my precious aunt who reminded me greatly of Racheal before she hated me. She was a surrogate mother to me over the past couple of years. That thought makes more tears gather in my eyes and I turn from her dead body. I can't right now, I really can't.

I was shaking, I could feel it down to my feet; trying to hold this anguish was difficult indeed. The sound of the chainsaw death scythe in the background was beginning to distract me a little.

Before I know it the sound of clothing being shredded automatically brings my attention to the fight though. My eyes widen as more blood comes out of Sebastian. No! What is that idiotic demon doing?! Sebastian begins to fall back from the hit and film comes out of him once again. Although, I don't think Grell likes what he sees because he begins to scream indignantly into the air. Sebastian tries to take another swipe at the grim reaper but Grell dodges again by jumping away from him a little till they were separated enough.

I wonder if Sebastian is in a lot of pain right now...

Suddenly, he takes off his tailcoat swiftly without much struggle and wipes his mouth. I can see his eyes glow faintly above and I can only guess he was pissed off. They begin to run at each other and jump mid-way into the air. Grell had his scythe out at the ready and Sebastian had his tailcoat bunched into his hand. What the hell was he going to do with that?!

Before I know it, Sebastian stashes his tailcoat into the chainsaw which effectively makes it stop moving. I let out a slight 'pft' at the genius action. Why didn't I think of that? Grell tries to take it out by sitting on the ground and tugging but it remains effortless as it did not budge. Sebastian walks closer to Grell with a menacing smile I could see as he looms over Grell dangerously. Sebastian begins to beat Grell to a pulp and I was smirking intensely.

Sebastian wasn't done when Grell's face was marred with bruises and swelling. He kicks him down onto the ground near us with much force. Dirt scatters around us briefly due to Grell's impact with the ground. Sebastian simply jumps down from the roof, looking pretty bloody but the smirk on his face was stretched quite far while holding the death scythe.

"Oh my, you really can't be beaten to death? You're really befitting your title as a Death God." Sebastian mocks. "What if I use 'this'?" he asks while holding out the scythe near Grell. Grell begins to make noises of panic and Sebastian simply tears his tailcoat out of the death scythe with ease and turns it on. "The Death Scythe can slice through everything, in other words, Death Gods themselves are not exempted." Sebastian clarifies while walking a couple of steps closer to a Grell who was trying to lift himself off the ground.

Grell falls back down and scrambles back on the floors. Heh, like the scum he is I think as my smirk grows at his whimpering. "What...are you thinking of doing...Stop it!" Grell begs till Sebastian steps on his face harshly to keep him from moving. I creep closer to the pair with great amusement reflecting in my eyes.

"Even though I do dislike being kicked by others, I do enjoy the feeling of kicking others." Sebastian states sadistically with a closed eye smile.

"It HURTS! AHHH!" Grell screams as Sebastion puts more pressure on his head with his foot.

"The sounds of you crying in pain is pretty good on the ears."

I knew Sebastian was sadistic, but never this sadistic. I couldn't help but find him attractive like this. Who knew I was also a bit sadistic, I really wanted to give Grell a painful death.

"Sebast...ahh..." Grell pants probably in fear.

"As a reward, I shall send you on your way, using the toy you like so much!" Sebastian announces with a scary smile.

"No...don't." Grell begs once more. "Please, please little Sebas, I beg you...stop it!"

"No, I don't want to." Sebastian admits with a shit-eating grin.

I chuckle with an evil glint in my eyes, "Sebastian, make sure he bleeds all over. I won't be satisfied until he does."

Sebastian gains a deadly smirk and his eyes glow their true nature slightly, that it almost makes me blush at the combo. He looks absolutely hot as fuck when he's about to kill someone I think in a daze as he lifts the chainsaw above his head. Hold up, what did I just think? I wonder in confusion. This is not the time to be admiring someone! What the hell brain?! What's wrong with you?! There's nothing sexy about Sebastian murdering a delusional Grell!

"With pleasure, my lady." Sebastian rumbles deeply which makes my heart skip a beat at the sound.

"Stop..." Grell tries to defend. The rotating blade comes further down to his chest and I watch with anticipation. "Stop it! AHHHHH!" Grell screams with panicked green eyes.

However, before Sebastian could bring it fully down upon Grell a random metal pole intervenes. Whatever trance I was in, my bloodlust and lust (?) disappear to be replaced with confusion. A pole? I think while tracing the pole to reach all the way up to a rooftop where a man stood at the top holding it. Sebastian lifts his foot off Grell increase this guy was going to attack us.

We all look up at random appearance of the person in surprise. Grell makes a noise of happiness I believe at seeing the figure.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation." the man speaks while pushing his glasses up. He retracts the pole do I then realize it was garden pruner...what is up with these death scythes? He held a book underneath his other arm as well. "I am William T. Spears of the Dispatch Management Division of Death Gods. I am here to pick up this Death God." William declares with an expressionless face.

"William! William! You are here to save me..." Grell shouts with an attempted smile. His face was quite battered.

The man abruptly jumps down from the rooftop and lands on Grell's head which crunches at the impact. I wince, imagining what that may feel like. The ground was splintered after such a landing. "Dispatch member Grell Sutcliff, you have broken the rules," Willam announces while opening the book he held. "Firstly, you have killed people whose names are not listed on the Death List," he states and kicks his foot down on Grell's head who groans at the impact. "...and also, you used your scythe without permission and even modified it without following proper procedures."

William continues to bash Grell's head further into the ground and I watch in exasperation.

"Will...AH!" Grell protests in undeniable pain.

"Please return to the main branch to submit to your reflection letter and report." William continues reading off the book. He gets off Grell and grabs a hand full of his red hair instead. He begins to drag him on the floor and walking away from us.

"Hey! Wait a moment! I was almost killed just now!" Grell protests on the ground his face was being dragged upon. "You're so cold and unfeeling!"

William practically whips Grell over his shoulder and Grell slams down onto the ground with a crack. "Shut up!" William shouts in irritation.

I laugh internally at Grell's treatment, I mean he deserves that and way more for what he did.

William turns toward us while releasing Grell momentarily and comes up to Sebastian. "This thing has caused you a lot of trouble this time round." William says and bows slightly while handing Sebastian a business card. Sebastian appears at loss for words at the situation but ends up taking it. "Oh, this is my name card."

I take it out of Sebastian's hands out of curiosity and examine it carefully. It was simply a card with only his name and where he worked. No address or contact information was not surprising especially if they reside in heaven.

"Really..." William mutters with a stony look at Sebastian. "I actually have to bow to a creature like you who only brings harm. Even if you choose to tarnish the Death God's reputation, there must be a limit." Willam sneers.

Wow, talk about a biased person. Demons bring harm? So do humans and evidentially grim reapers. What an actual ass. I toss the card behind me with a 'hmph' with my nose in the air.

"In that case, please keep a close eye on him so as to not trouble a harmful creature like me." Sebastian responds with a smile. "Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are plunged into the depths of despair likened to hell, they will hold on to anything that may help them escape from a situation they are in, even if it is merely a spider's thread. No matter what sort of humans they are." he relays deviously.

I stare at him in a stupor. Well, I could not deny this truth. But I see no harm in being desperate to live.

"Demons are those who uses various chances to poke fun of humans, before proceeding to leech whatever comes out of it as a mean of survival. Am I right?"

Sebastian flashes a closed eye smile in response, "I do not dismiss that claim."

"Because you are a hound that is on a leash. It seems like you are slightly better than the other untamed wild hounds." William observes while adjusting his glasses. His gaze flickers over to me briefly, as if he did not see me before. His eyes widen after a moment of examining me, "You. What are you?" he asks, appearing a bit disturbed by my presence.

I tilt my head in confusion, "Er, a human if that's what you mean."

"But that's impossible you don't have any-" he begins but Sebastian moves in front of me slightly with a light glare which effectively cuts William off from explaining. I stare at Sebastian in surprise, not understanding why he did. Did I not look human? I wonder curiously and look down at my body. I'm pretty sure I did.

William narrows his eyes at him and turns around, walking back toward Grell. "...Alright let's go back Grell Sutcliff." he grabs Grell by the hair again and begins to drag him once more. "This is really troublesome; we are already lacking in staff. I wonder if I will be able to knock off on time today."

Sebastian raises Grell's death scythe in his hand which I totally forgot about. He tosses it at William full speed, so fast I can barely see it whiz through the air. My eyes widen in astonishment when William catches the blade with only two fingers near the side of his head. It wobbles in his fingers from the force of the throw.

William glances back at Sebastian with a glare and Sebastian glares back also. "You left this behind." Sebastian informs with a fake smile.

"Thank you. In that case, I shall take my leave." William acknowledges and drags Grell with him down a dark alleyway.

I turn around to look at my brother, not sure how to feel about the outcome of everything. I believe I have silenced my rampaging thoughts to even remain sane temporarily. I begin to walk back other to my brother, to his side feeling comforted by his presence if just by a little bit.

"My apologies, I allowed the other one to escape." Sebastian bows slightly with a hand to his chest as he stares at my brother.

"Forget it." Ciel mutters, he was kneeling this whole time next to her body. My heart clenches at the way his voice sounded as if he were detached from himself. "It's not important anymore."

The weight of the night starts to settle on my mind and shoulders heavily. We both stare at our aunt's prone body with empty gazes.

Sebastian touches my brother's cheek with his bloody gloves, "Your body's cold, let us quickly make our way back to the city's mansion. As I promised, I will prepare some hot milk for you." Sebastian mentions with a closed eye smile.

Ciel turns to look at Sebastian, his eyes a bit hooded. Sebastian's hand drifts away from his cheek till my brother finally respond's, "I guess you are right."

My brother begins to get up from his crouched position slowly till he accidently stumbles. I begin to reach out for him automatically, but Sebastian got to him first. "Young master!" Sebastian exclaims.

Ciel smacks his butler's hand away from him with a stern look while standing upright again, "Young mas-" Sebastian starts to call out, but my brother interrupts him.

"There's no need for you to support me." Ciel mutter with a downcast expression. "It's okay. I can stand by myself."

A tear leaks out of the corner of my eye at his claim. I knew for a fact he was simply putting on a brave face. Like many times I have done for him in the past and even now. Even now, I struggling to hold myself together. I was not going to let my brother see me falter nor Sebastian. No matter how much my mind screams to let it all out.

We both look at my aunt's body again and my brother continues to talk, "I just...feel a little tired. That's all."

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I have never been in a more tense and bleak atmosphere with my brother nor Sebastian ever before. Sebastian practically ran us to the townhouse, and we were there in a matter of minutes. It honestly would be more fun if the circumstances were better because it felt like a god damn roller coaster ride. The trip inside the townhouse was also filled with silence and my brother did not spare me a glance the whole time.

He immediately traveled up the stairs to his bedroom. I wanted to comment, to reassure, to do something to comfort him but I know it would be futile. I would most likely be yelled at or something to make me feel more like a dejected pile of shit. Sebastian also disappeared the moment we came inside as well. Probably to take care of his wounds or change, or whatever a demon does I suppose I muse to myself.

I decide to retire to my own bedroom with too many thoughts.

Shutting the door behind me, I walk up to my mirror. I look like a mess I notice; my hair was messy, there was some blood on face from aunties wound, and dirt patches on my clothing. I sigh and take the hat off my head, setting it down on the stand. I take the clip out of my hair as well. I take off all my clothing and walk over to my bathroom.

Deciding to take a long relaxing bath, I lay in the water staring at the ceiling above me. I already knew I was not going to sleep for the next couple of nights. So many things happened tonight, that it is almost painful to think of all of them.

Supernatural beings are real. Religion is not a farce. I am probably from another world, an alternate Earth most likely. My aunt's dead...

I let out a sigh and sink further into the tub, the water was beginning to go lukewarm. I decided it would be a good time to get out. The water droplets run off my body as I stand on the rug. I lean over and drag a fluffy white towel and bury my semi-wet face into it. Smells like laundry detergent I think with a small smile. I wring out my hair into the towel and I grab another one hanging nearby. I wrap that one around my body and rest the other one on my shoulders.

I drain the tub next and exit afterward.

I walk over to my dresser and search around for my nightgown. I toss that on and wander over to my comfy familiar bed. Once I am settled in, I let out a relieved sigh. But I know better than that as sleep did not feel like an option. I drag the blanket up closer to my chin, tucking it under. As much as my grief was present, I was somehow okay with it. Compared to this undying confusion, curiosity, and simmering anger.

I sat against the headboard of my bed as a book lays by my side. I pick it up and open it, but I could not read a single word.

A sudden knock at my door surprises me, causing my eyes to swivel to the sound. I had a feeling who it might be, I did not want to talk to him.

"My lady? May I come in?" Sebastian asks on the other side of the door.

Hmm, to let the demon in or not...

I sigh eventually, "Yes." I confirm.

The door creaks slightly as he opens it, his face devoid of any emotion as far as I could tell. He walks into the room while shutting the door behind him quietly.

"How are you feeling?" he asks while stopping next to my mirror stand.

I cross my arms across my chest, "I can't tell if that is fake concern or you are genuinely curious."

He casts me a side glance, "I was merely being polite."

...what an asshole. Good to know that hasn't changed.

"So, tell me what the purpose is of visiting me late into the night?"

His lips coil into a smirk, "I believe you know the answer to that question."

I sigh heavily and run a hand through my hair, "Unfortunately." I mumble to myself.

"I am...surprised." he trails off, narrowing his eyes at me as his smirk disappears into a frown.

That catches me off guard and I raise an eyebrow in question, "About what?" I ask curiously.

He was suddenly by my side and I had to refrain myself from scooting back in shock. "...that you do not reek of fear or disgust by now. The fact you know what I am, yet you do not quiver."

I stare at him in silence, not sure what to make of his observation. "Well, I'm no ordinary human I suppose."

"You are correct."

I gulp nervously and clench my bedsheets, "I fear something more than just you right now." I point out while switching my gaze to the wall not so far away.

"What could be more frightening than a demon?"

I look back at him and I find his eyes glowing their demonic hue. The words I was about to utter go blank from my mind as I stare into those capturing orbs. I could not even hear my own breathing, just a peaceful silence when staring at them. For some odd reason, I was able to depict certain emotions inside them. Mostly confusion and curiosity, and dare I say frustration. He continues to show his true eyes and stares back as if he were also in some odd trance.

"...my very own." I end up muttering, not even conscious of it.

He bends slightly, getting closer to my face but for the life of me; I could not pull back from him. I do not know what kind of spell he has me under, but it was working.

"And what kind is that?" he whispers deeply.

I could not find an answer instantly and tears spring into my eyes, but I hold them back somehow. "My...my own treacherous thoughts."

He hums as if he were thinking intensely about something. "Do I still not scare you with these eyes?" he asks suddenly.

I shake my head, "No. I find them rather peculiar actually. In fact, I would say I am obsessed with them."

He tenses slightly as his wide eyes return to their wine-brown color. I feel a little saddened they were gone but I will not complain. Though I do break of whatever trance I was in with a deep breath. He backs away a little, appearing a bit uncomfortable.

"Obsessed...I have never heard such a thing." I debate on whether telling him about my dreams. But he intercepts before I could voice my concern about them. "You are the strangest human being I have ever had the pleasure of encountering."

"Glad to be of service?" I reply snarkly. "Do humans naturally disgust you?" I ask curiously.

"Yes, as well as other holy beings even my own kind," he informs with a glare at the bed. I raise an eyebrow to that, but he continues, "...but humans are rather entertaining. Such as the young master for example."

I hum thoughtfully and purse my lips, "Including me too then?"

He nods with some amusement dancing in his gaze, "Yes, you as well."

I smile lightly and I decide to lay down, resting my head on my pillow. I pat the empty spot by my legs, asking him to sit down silently. He obliges with a slight sigh as if it was a lot of work.

"Do be warned a demon who finds an interest in a human is a concern." he reprimands.

"I trust you enough to know you won't hurt me." I point out.

He peers down at me with an emotion I could not describe. "You take the matter lightly. To trust a demon is very dangerous to do. Especially if I am not harming you from an order the young master has given me."

I stare at him blankly and smile warmly again, "Sebastian, I know you will not hurt me unless you are told to do so."

He glares a bit, "How do you know? I could snap your neck easily; it would not be the first time I have done it to someone who once put their trust in me."

I sigh through my nose, not sure why I do trust him so much. Something was telling me in the back of my head that I could put my life in his hands. I raise my hand up as if I were going to high five him. I wiggle my fingers in emphasize as I wanted him to do the same. He stares at me oddly before complying and placing his palm against mine. I clasp his hand with my fingers, but he does not move his own. Instead, he watches cautiously.

"But people are different, right? I am a different person compared to the past and the future of myself, right? Some people grow and some wither. It is life. If I decide to trust someone, then I will do so. I cannot take that trust away until it is broken. Who knows? You will probably break my trust someday. My brother has broken my trust tonight. It will take a long time to heal. But I still care for him and I know he returns such feelings." I surmise. "Sebastian, I'm not sure if you have ever had a friend before. I know you eat my own species. I have a feeling that has to do with your contract with my brother." I confess while trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "What is the harm in creating a companionship?" I ask, a bit hopeful. I already saw Sebastian as a friend, but I need to know that he does consider me as someone who is more than just a 'human'. He does not know this though. I cannot fault him for trying to take my brother's soul as it was Ciel's decision as well. I am furious with him, I don't even want to think about it.

Sebastian was staring at me with wide eyes again. They glow subtly again and a smile appears on his lips, "My lady, you never cease to surprise me. A feat in itself." He clasps my hand tightly now as he brings our joined hands up to his lips. He kisses the side that holds my fingers in place, "I believe I have cautioned you already. If you still want to form this 'companionship' I do believe I will have to comply as I am curious about the outcome."

I blush settles on my cheeks and I smile with a surging heart.

"I do believe we have a compromise then, Sebas." I taunt humorously.

"Please refrain from calling me that despicable name." he grumbles with a tick mark and I giggle at him.