Ciel was livid, he wanted to speak to Chaise about what transpired, but his fag duties kept getting in the way. He paced his room, irritated, while Sieran and Cyan watched on worriedly. They looked at each other; Sieran nodded, hinting to Cyan to speak up.

"Ciel, if you want, we can deliver a message to Chaise for you! We see Kurosu every day to play!"

Ciel stops, raising an eyebrow at his lively guardian character. "To play?"

Cyan nods, elaborating that the guardian characters meet up to blow off steam or talk about their bearers.

The young earl tilted his head, curious at the fact he was unaware his guardians and Amu's guardians were so close.

"Well then, Sieran, you can deliver a message for me."

Chaise/Amu sat at his desk in his room, studying until he heard a knocking noise in the direction of his window.

He looks up and extends his arm to open the window just enough to let the Guardian Characters inside. He greets Sieran and Cyan politely, but the tilted smirk on Kurosu's face told the teenager that she was in a playful mood today.

"Anything I can help you with?"

"I'm here to tell you that Ciel rages mad with jealousy and misses you immensely."

Chaise couldn't help but smile at Sieran's amusement, "I'm guessing that wasn't the exact message."

"No, what he really said was he wanted an explanation why you told Cheslock you don't mind seeing him shirtless and blushing as you said it."

That caught Chaise off guard, "Ah-well, you've seen him! He's handsome!"

"I understand, but you know Ciel, he's extremely envious that another male is sharing a room with you."

Chaise tilts his head for a second before slowly taking a piece of charcoal and paper. He starts to draw without a word, and Kurosu leans over her shoulder, trying to guess what he is doing. When the image became more distinct on the page, she couldn't help but grin in amusement.

Now, this would be entertaining to see, wouldn't it?

Sebastian was talking with Ciel when Sieran returned with Kurosu. Ciel raised his eyebrow, noticing the both of them carrying an envelope.

Kurosu curtsied respectfully before leaving the room. Cyan helped his brother carry the envelope toward Ciel. The one-eyed teen opens the envelope curiously, and slowly his face reddens after taking in the full image.

Sebastian peered over and resisted the urge to chuckle at the Phantomhive's embarrassment.

It was a charcoal drawing of Amu and Ciel's faces; Amu kissed him on the cheek, with Ciel smirking triumphantly. In cursive writing at the bottom, Amu wrote clearly. 'I miss you too.'

The following day, Ciel was talking with the other boys from his dorm about the upcoming cricket tournament when Clayton suddenly interrupted to inform him that Ciel would also participate, as Professor Michaelis recommended. Phantomhive wasted no time afterwards and hurried off to find the said professor.

Meanwhile, Chaise was walking down the hall to head to the library, but then he noticed a specific teacher; his eyes narrowed when Sebastian approached.

"Mr Croft"

"Professor", greeted the teen coarsely.

"Would you be participating in the upcoming cricket tournament?"

Chaise raised an eyebrow, confused by the question, "Am I expected to? I was unaware of this."

The demon tilted his head, wondering why Amu/Chaise had been so hostile with him since arriving at the school.

Was it because she had to cross-dress for the mission?

Or was it because she still had mixed feelings about their affair?

Ah, that encounter...

Sebastian couldn't help himself; his mind wandered to that night when he took the girl to his bed. The pinkette's soft sweet pleas and moans in their interactions while in his sheets were divine. For the first time since he was butler, Sebastian had declined to wash his sheets for an entire week after that night simply because he wanted to relish in her scent a while longer. Sebastian smirks at this memory, remembering that since then, he has envisioned the girl in his arms every other night. Instead of the intercrural sex they had, it was full-blown penetrative coitus where he fucked her in every position known to demon and man.

Chaise felt uncomfortable; Sebastian's face was immensely expressive for the first time since they met; it was clear he wasn't seeing him or paying attention to the conversation anymore. The teen's heart rate quickened as Sebastian's eyes darkened mischievously, his lopsided smirk ravenous. Chaise gulped, reading himself to stir the older demon back to reality, but Ciel suddenly approached.

For a moment, Sebastian was startled but composed himself into his professor persona; Chaise watched as the two splendidly conversed, attracting everyone's attention. As Sebastian gently chided Ciel for running in halls, Chaise left quietly - uninterested in the spectacle, plus he wanted to forget that look Sebastian gave him earlier.

It made Chaise want to punch him, but at the same time, it made his heart race because it reminded him of the last time he looked like that. He shivered, speeding up as he hurried back to Violet Wolf's house.

Cheslock turns just in time to see his roommate enter the room, Chaise turns red upon eye contact, and the goth teen sighs tiredly.

"Could you quit acting like a girl? You commented that finding me attractive isn't a big deal. I think you're fine recherché yourself."

Chaise took a while to process that Cheslock spoke French - he knew a little from his homeschool sessions with Sebastian and Ciel, so it took a minute for him to remember the meaning.

Elegant?

Cheslock turns his head, waiting for an answer.

"Okay, I was discomposed that I said something so honest. My apologies."

Cheslock frowned, his expression thoughtful.

"I hope you're not implying that you must speak carefully around me. We're mates aren't we?"

Chaise smiled apologetically, "Force of habit."

"Kick the habit then! Because you're joining our cricket team!"

Chaise's eye twitched; Sebastian must have done something...

That arse...did he forget that 'Amu' was supposed to attend the tournament with the other servants?!

Chaise couldn't cuss at Sebastian in his head for much longer because Cheslock had now forced his body into a tight headlock, ruffling his wig good-naturedly.

"This year - we are winning!"