*Disclaimer* I don't own Kuroshitsuji!

Sorry once again… since exams are now over and finished, as of 3 hours ago, I should be able to update more.

This plot is… getting interesting… haha… I wonder how it'll all turn out…wait I already know! Hahah….

Xavier POV

It was when I was holding on for dear life on the handlebars of Ronnie's mower thingy when I heard the loud, angry sounding voice.

"RONALD KNOX, I SWEAR YOU ARE HAVING OVER TIME FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!" Ronald suddenly puts the breaks on our ride (however you can do that) and holds me tightly to make sure I don't go flying as he brings the thing to a stop. I jump off, glancing at Ronnie. He smiles sheepishly, but looks more like a deer in the headlights. Understandable, seeing as it is my dad who is yelling at him

"RONALD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT MATTER WITH YOU?"

"Will- I m-mean Boss… I'm sor-"

"Sorry doesn't even begin to cut it! You could've killed him!" I stare at my dad while he yells at Ronald, trying not to laugh. I can't help but find the whole thing funny. So, I force down my giggles as my dad grabs Ronnie by the collar and practically shakes him to death.

"S-Senpai! I said I'm s-sorry!" He yells out, his words disjointed from all the shaking. After a few more moments of yelling, my dad finally lets him go. Ronald stands there stunned, and my dad goes to pick me up. Scowling, my dad begins to walk away.

"I forgive you Ronald, because you are such a kid yourself, and because Xavier is perfectly fine. But if anything like this happens again, I swear you'll regret it to the day you die." My dad keeps on walking, going around the corner of a building. I wave back at Ronald, who waves back weakly at me. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be seeing him around for a while.

"Daddy…."

"Yes?"

"Ronald's funny…."

"And?"

I wonder what to say, my mind trying to think something up. "… and… am I going to see him again?"

"…"

"Dad?"

"I don't know." He sighs and keeps walking, and I cling onto him tightly as we head back to our house.

William POV

I headed to the living room. I was going making supper, and Grell was supposed to be over soon. But I wanted to ask Xavier what he wanted before I started. So, I headed through the house, letting my eyes scan the rooms I passed, taking note of the hallways I saw.

Clothes that were both small enough for a baby, ranging up to the size of a six or seven year olds clothes lay scattered. Small things, like toy trucks and dolls lay in the corners, abandoned. Some old story books meant for a toddler lay quiet, yearning to be read. Everything was… meant for a young kid, but they were now lying in the corners, forgotten.

Is he growing up? I wonder this to myself as I walk into the living room, pausing at the doorway. Xavier sat on the couch, reading. Not some small book, not even meant for teenagers. It was thicker, something I may have read. I stand there for a while, taking note of it.

How long had it been? A few months, and he was already this big. Not that I minded, seeing as he was now pretty efficient on his own. His mind grasped concepts quickly. It made me wonder… what he was thinking all the time. Like something was ticking, going through it, and constantly asking questions.

And he asked those questions with child-like curiosity. He looked at everything like a baby at times, being a bit loud at certain moments with delight when he found something new. Yes, he wanted to run like a kid, play like a kid. But some things just didn't interest him. He didn't sit on the floor, playing cars hours on end. But it wasn't like he always did things years his senior… sometimes, I'd catch him occasionally picking up a car. But the way he looked at it… it made you wonder what he was really thinking.

"Daddy?" Xavier eyes suddenly flicked up to look at me. "Are you alright?"

Was I alright? Of course I was. Yes, it was a question people normally asked, sometimes every day. But it was strange hearing it from a kid. A kid, knowing there was something beyond their small world… shaking my head to clear it, I answer. "Yes, I'm fine.."

"oh… alright. Can Xavier pway the piano?" He asks, suddenly giggling. I grin.

"If you want. I just came to ask what you would like for supper." He looks disappointed that I'm not going to play with him.

"…spaghetti."

"Again?"

"I wike spaghetti."

"Alright, spaghetti…." Smiling, I head back to the kitchen. I found myself wondering more about this kid. A while ago I reluctantly agreed that, yes, I did love the kid. But I always questioned, what was he going to be like? Seeing as there weren't any official documents on children like him…

Not to mention, he was his own person as well. He spoke in third person on occasion, has a bit of a speech impediment. But he read books flawlessly. And… he was growing. Always growing. I wondered if I should bring up these things with Grell at some point when I hear the front door open.

"WHERE ARE MY TWO FAVORITE LITTLE MEN?" Grell's voice booms out.

Shaking my head laughing, I go to the front door. "Really? It's Willy, then little man? You need to make up your mind…." I laugh and pull Grell in for a kiss.