~Ciel's POV~

Ciel followed the Baron Kelvin to the basement, pointing a gun at his head. Sebastian was behind him, holding back Joker. He couldn't figure out why, but the scene felt all too familiar…

"To be strolling beside you this way is really like a dream!" Kelvin grinned, causing Ciel to feel even more nervous anxiety than before.

"Enough of your idle chatter," Ciel snapped. "Take me to those children at once."

"K-kay. Sorry. Tee-Hee… But I'm so very happy. I've been full of regret ever since that day. I wondered over and over why I couldn't have been there by your side… On that day, at that place."

Ciel stared at him, wondering how someone could possibly develop an obsession over him like this. Kelvin seemed to know almost everything about him, which was very unsettling. He finally responded. "That day? By my… Side? What the hell are you going on about, man?!"

"I can't turn back time no matter how great my regret. But then I realized it!" Kelvin continued as the two children pushed open the door. Out of the corner of Ciel's eye, he saw Sebastian twitch ever so slightly. "That I can just do it over even if I can't turn back time! There! Feast your eyes!"

Ciel looked through the doors, and dropped his pistol in shock. Through those doors, was an exact replica of the cult, the place where he was punished and tormented for a whole month. The place where he was almost sacrificed… The place where he made the contract that saved him…

"It took me three whole years to prepare this," Kelvin said. "Now let us recreate it anew, Earl Phantomhive! That fateful day, which came to pass three years ago!"

Someone grabbed him from behind, locking his arms behind his back so he couldn't fight back. "Sebastian!" Ciel screamed, but his faithful butler was nowhere to be seen. He was alone, for the first time in three years. He was forced onto the table, being strapped down by somebody in a grey hood. Ciel shouted and pleaded, but everyone in the room only laughed. The Baron had an obsessive grin on his face. More hooded figures surrounded him, and Ciel could've sworn that he saw one of them before…

The familiar figure raised a dagger, ready to pierce it into Ciel's skin. Tears streamed Ciel's face. What did he do to deserve this?

"Young Master… Young Master," a voice rang though the room. "Young Master, you must wake up."

Ciel's eyes flew open, breaking out in cold sweat. He was in the apartment, the one they were staying in during their time in Japan. He took a few deep breaths, trying to get the dream out of his head. Why did the Baron Kelvin bother him so much?

Sebastian walked inside the room, and Ciel threw the sheets over his head. He didn't want anybody, not even his demon butler, to see him like this.

"My Lord? You should get ready soon," said Sebastian. "You have to be at Ouran Academy in approximately ten minutes."

"WHAT?!" Ciel shouted, yanking off the sheets and running into the bathroom. He leaned over the sink, breathing heavy and trying to calm himself down. He looked up at the mirror, barely even recognizing himself…

… He didn't feel ready for this.