WE SURVIVED DOOMSDAY, HURRAY EVERYONE. Okay I promised myself I wouldn't believe in it but I was shivering in fear when 21st drew by.

But hey! The world ain't ending! And as a present I present my story *laughs*

And it's a Christmas present too! (I just thought of that seconds ago but let's ignore that fact shall we)

Sorry it took so long people! I was working part time from 10 to 5 almost every day, so I barely had time. Lucky I had a Windows Phone, so whenever I had the opportunity I would update it.

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When Ciel woke up after being almost ruthlessly smothered, he decided against struggling seeing how he could barely see anything but pitch blackness since his head was covered by some cloth like bag and his hands and legs were bounded. From the fact that he was constantly being tossed around and banging against walls, and the sound of engine running, Ciel guessed that he was in some sort of vehicle.

Ciel could hear Alois trying to convince the guard - he supposed it was the guard - to remove the bag around his head, giving reasons such as not being able to breathe properly or complaining that his skin would grow pimples. From the sudden "thump" and a groan from Alois, Ciel guessed it didn't work.

The vehicle halted suddenly, sending Ciel forward and crashing into the wall in front. It was hard not to utter a word of complaint in order to feign unconsciousness, and so Ciel bit his lips in pain as his head throbbed violently.

He heard shutters going up - a truck of sort? - and footsteps setting into the vehicle.

"Did they cause a lot of trouble?" A familiar deep voice resonated within the vehicle.

"This one did. Kept yapping away like a dog." Finger pointing? Ciel couldn't tell.

Ciel suddenly felt his entire body lifted up from the ground and by gut instinct he guessed he was thrown over someone's shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He could recognise the velvety scent of Sebastian's jacket, and started thinking on what to do upon arriving wherever he was taken.

Ciel supposed he was being taken to his place, or to where he was. Seeing how everything was taking place thus far, Ciel supposed he was the one the baron wanted. Once he was taken there, the baron would then sign the document Sebastian would present to him, and then Sebastian would call his superior to tell him the assignment had been accomplished, and then Sebastian would leave him here... Ahh, how sad and naive of me to think he was just a sex - craving beast, Ciel thought, and started to plan his next steps.

After much walking, Ciel was gently placed onto the cold smooth floor, the bag over his head slowly being removed. Being considerate now eh, Ciel thought. Fresh air finally waved over him, and he unknowingly sighed. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to meet his kidnapper, his red eyes full of thought yet zoned out. Ciel turned away, unsure of what to feel. He should be hating Sebastian right now, feeling betrayed, feeling shocked that he would be targetted again after all these years, feeling like what Alois was feeling right now, screaming and attempting to inch forward to kick Sebastian, calling him an outrageous bastard with no right to owe a dick.

But for some reason or another Ciel felt as calm as whenever Alois screamed at him for taking his chocolates, just like how Alois was screaming at him right now to say something. But Ciel merely stared at Sebastian, unsure of how he looked like to the older male and yet hoping that his stare would intimidate him, although he highly doubt so. Perhaps it was because he knew what was going to happen, that he had a hold of the situation and therefore everything in his head was being narrated so calmly. But he was feeling much displeasure at the same time, as always when oh so wonderful memories surface to his mind.

Sebastian looked at Ciel and placed his fingers on Ciel's chin, lifting his head up, staring back at the younger male's serene eyes. No, not serene, just unexpectedly calm, Sebastian thought.

"You actually do know what's going on right?" Sebastian inquired.

"Am I obliged to answer that?"

Sebastian chuckled, "No, but it would have served you better that you struggled or show a sense of confusion. But I guess you really are the one he is looking for," he sighed as if in regret.

Ciel forcefully turned his head away, causing Sebastian to lose grip. It wasn't hard for Ciel to act all ignorant, or to play innocent that he wasn't the one they were looking for, but the evidence was all there, and it was most probably Sebastian fucked him to find out about the scar - which he supposedly had - he had on his ass. Therefore Ciel couldn't help but show a sign of resignation.

Resistance? Not really, because although he was going to be brought to the baron, he knew how it was going to be played out, and so for now he would play along. There were all kinds of emotions running through him now, and he wasn't sure what was the main one dominating him right now, but what was important was that he got through this as quickly as possible so that he could see less of the baron's ugly face.

Sebastian gave one last look at Ciel, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He clicked his tongue in irritation and took out the blue cell from his jacket pocket, flipping it open and turning away towards the only door in the room.

Ciel looked around the room for the very first time. It looked oddly similar to the room to which he was locked up in a year ago, and yet different. Because for one that room was in England, and he was pretty damn sure he couldn't have possibly be driven from Boston to England in what, 20 minutes?

There was one ceiling lamp hanging precariously right in the centre of the dull white high ceiling, the light going on and off. The room was big but sparse of furniture, except for a worn out sofa right in the middle of the room and a wooden table carelessly placed against a side wall. Opposite the wall Ciel was leaning against was the only door to the room, and the door which Sebastian had just exited to answer the call.

There were two burly men guarding the door, keeping a close watch on Alois and Ciel. Yeah right, like we can actually do anything at all, Ciel thought to himself.

"Oi! Why the fuck are you so calm? We just got captured by your man and the only thing you're doing is blowing raspberries?" Alois exclaimed, completely ignoring the two guards watching them.

"Does it look like we can do anything in our current state?"

"Ugh, but still, you're acting as if we're waiting in line for a horror movie - unafraid and completely cool about it."

Ciel chose his words carefully, "honestly I'm not even sure how this is going to turn out, but trust me, the ending isn't going to be bad." Or at least he hoped it wouldn't.

"Huh?"

But before Ciel could reply, the door opened once more and Sebastian re-entered, this time with a group of people.

Two of them, stout and fat with hats and coats on so it they were unrecognisable, slowly made their way to the sofa while in deep conversation. Although Ciel couldn't see their faces, he was pretty sure he knew at least one of them. The rest of the people, including Sebastian, stood surrounding the sofa as the two men sat.

Sebastian tapped one of them on the shoulders and gestured to where Ciel and Alois were. The one in a black coat looked up, and a prominent grin, almost perverse, spread across his face. "My baby!" a croaky voice exclaimed, and a giggle followed afterwards. The man next to him looked at him with surprise, but said nothing.

Ciel couldn't help but gulp really loudly despite his mean stare. The person he wished least to see was right in front of him, and Ciel was bounded up like a tasty prey to its predator.

The man in black coat removed his hat. Lo and behold, his entire face was covered in bandages except for his eyes and mouth. Ciel was more than shocked; he was horrified. And he could tell the majority of the people in the room were as well.

To think that someone could change so much in a year... Ciel thought, distinctly remembering the baron's looks: pudgy eyes, a large nose and an equally large mouth. Then again, perhaps he finally realised how ugly he was.

The baron slowly inched his way towards Ciel, hands outreached, as if a baby to a treat, and with a maniacal grin he coaxed, "My baby, where have you been all this time? Do you know how hard a time I had trying to find you?" Ciel looked away in disgust and panic, but before long he was sitting in the shadow of the old man, who was looking down at him in glee.

"There really was no one that could replace you. The moment I laid eyes on you I just knew I had to have you, and here you are again!" The baron chortled, and what followed after was a violent cough.

"I apologise that you have to see me in such a state. It's a side effect I have to deal with. You see, you're just so unnaturally beautiful, I thought I could look just the same with a few tweaks here and there. But alas my plastic surgeon was unable to do so because I unfortunately did not have a photo of you, and when I tried to do it myself it did not work out so well, and thus my current appearance. But here you are! Right where you belong."

Ciel's mind could not process what he had just heard; was there a man madder than the one standing right in front of him? He had never heard of anyone obsessed enough to operate on themselves, and the fact that he had caused this sent cold shivers down his spine. Surely the baron would not do anything here in a room full of people?

Suddenly, the baron seized Ciel's uniform collar with his large hands, and Ciel yelped in surprise. Ciel shrieked, "Let go, you freak!" He was too afraid to keep silent any longer.

"Ah, yes. That pretty voice. I missed it so much," the baron whispered and licked his lips. "Scream for me, baby, scream!"

Alois screamed, "Let go of Ciel, you fucking pig!"

The baron looked at Alois for the first time, as if just noticing him, and again turned back to Ciel, flashing his teeth, "Ah, so you name is Ciel? After so long of refusing to tell me your name I finally learn my baby's name. Ciel..." he said, slowly tasting each syllable of his name.

Ciel really didn't want to hate Alois especially since they were in a situation where they had to stick together, but Ciel's eyes sent daggers to Alois, who gritted his teeth in regret.

"Alright then, if your name is Ciel, then SCREAM FOR ME CIEL," the baron shouted, raising his hand in a motion to hit Ciel.

As Ciel cringed in fear, a cough from the back of the room broke all the commotion. The baron turned his head, his face unimaginable since Ciel could only see the back of his head.

"I believe you have yet to sign the document, Mr Kelvin?" Sebastian voiced, holding a file out, which presumably held the document. Ciel softly sighed. Okay, I might have thought I would be safe, but with how things are going... Ciel nervously thought. If he had his hands free he would bite his nails.

Mr Kelvin growled in an animalistic way for one moment, and then straightened up and gave a business-like nod, releasing Ciel and walking towards Sebastian briskly. He snatched the file from the younger male, looking through the contents quickly and impatiently.

"You have one hell of a suitor," Alois muttered sacarstically, clearly creeped out by what just happened as he shoved himself closer to Ciel, in need of protection when obviously it was Ciel who seemed to be in greater danger.

Ciel tried to mask his fear, but despite the poker face, he still couldn't stop himself from trembling, the memories rushing once more from the deep abyss of his mind. They should know who I am, why the hell are they letting him sign that bloody piece of paper?!

Alois stared at his best friend, his face writhing in the inability to control his emotions. No matter how hard he could have laughed that if they were back in school, he'd just realised some of the men beside Sebastian had guns in their hands, and refrained from doing so. He edged himself closer to Ciel and nudged him, giving the what's wrong look, and Ciel shook his head.

Finally, it seemed as though the document had been signed, and the baron hastily tossed the document back to Sebastian, shaking hands with the other plump man on the couch, and then making his way to Ciel, face like a dog drooling for his bone.

But all of a sudden, the man sitting on the couch with his hat still on, gave a flick of his fingers, and one of the men carrying guns aimed at the only source of light in the room, a loud 'bang' echoing throughout. And then there was darkness.

Ciel was caught by surprise - and he supposed Alois was as well since his friend as yelping in fright - as he was suddenly hoisted up and once again thrown over his shoulders. There was great chaos as an exchange of shots were clearly heard, and through his own palpitating heartbeat Ciel could hear the baron screaming for Ciel in anger. Perhaps it was only him that was firing the shots out of fear.

"You lied to me, you sack of wine! You promised me!" the baron's voice screamed, accompanied by shrieks and yelling.

Ciel was terrified by all the sounds. But anywhere was better than near that bastard. He could hear Alois screaming right next to him, probably being carried around the same way. Ciel felt guilty for being friends with Alois and dragging him into this, but he never expected the baron to go this far, nor for himself to be of such...birth.

Finally Ciel was out of the room into the bright corridor, and then again into another room, which had the same layout as the first one, only without the baron.

Ciel was finally gently settled down onto the couch, the burly man who had carried him untying the ropes. Alois was settled next to him, and looked at Ciel with shock and confusion. Ciel mouthed wait.

Sebastian was shoved into the room by the fat man, looking slightly surprised and as confused as Alois. He stared at Ciel for a while, his face full of wonderment. Hah, not feeling so powerful now eh? Ciel thought in triumph.

All was silent as the fat man finally closed the door. The men who carried the teens stood behind the couch after untying both of them, and Sebastian was just standing by the door, waiting for some sort of explanation. The fat man walked towards the couch and removed first his cloak, and then he started unbuttoning his suit.

"Oh god what is going on," Alois muttered, his face contorting in many expressions.

But beneath that suit, was another layer of clothes, and another, and another... Until there was another suit and the man was as thin as a stick. The man removed his hat, and Ciel sighed a breath of relief. An elderly man presented himself to Ciel and bowed towards Ciel. He lifted his head and smiled, "I apologise for the rough handling, Young Master, but it was absolutely necessary."

"No need for apologies, Tanaka, you have served me well." Ciel replied, resting his elbow on the couch armrest.

Tanaka chuckled, "I doubt you actually know whether I have really served you well, young master, since you hardly come to headquarters or even know our emblem."

Ciel snorted, "I don't see why I need to know about the emblem since I'm not in any way involved. Yet."

"WOAH WOAH WOAH, hold on!" Alois put his hand outstretched in front of him as if he was stopping traffic flowing out of the two individuals' mouth. "Dearest Ciel, please tell me what the fuck is going on because I have no fucking clue what is going on and I would like to know what is going on."

Ciel realised the entire room was staring at him, either of confusion or of knowing. Sebastian looked the most confused of them all; perhaps his superior didn't tell him every single detail, or perhaps this was a last minute decision. Ciel sighed, and hoping his relationship with Alois won't falter, he looked to Tanaka for help.

Tanaka coughed slightly, "He is Ciel Phantomhive, the Young Master of the Bloody Flower Organisation that his father had left him."

And as like any action movie a dramatic silence ensues, thought Ciel, which did happen. Alois was staring at him as if Ciel had just had a major wardrobe malfunction (yes, the shock was to that extreme), and Sebastian was speechless. For once his emotions were unmasked and he couldn't help but mouth the word how.

"However he went missing when his parents passed away, and as the closest assistant to his father, he decided that until the young master was of age I would handle the matters of the organisation, which was what I have been doing till now. Fortunately we found him a year later when his aunt finally found him and sent him here for his own protection. We have been informing him of the organisation's doings from then on, although only the major ones."

"And you still accepted that madman's request?" Sebastian interrupted, still dumbfounded by what was going on.

"At that time we had no clue he was searching for the Young Master. He had been making quite bountiful donations to this organisation, so we couldn't just say no," Tanaka coughed slightly again before he continued, "Even when the Young Master was in the truck on the way here, we only knew that it was the Young Master that Mr Kelvin was looking for when Mr Michaelis here phoned his superior, who had phoned me, and that was when I decided to come along. Even so, the plan to deny Mr Kelvin of his request was always in place. He had been in troubles with the authorities for too long, and if we had been involved any longer this secret organisation would no longer be a secret. But since we had already agreed to the request, we decided to cut ties with him – although he had been a member for long – in such a manner. Besides, the money that we had received from him was never legal in the first place, thus we had returned his money – all in cash – to his apartment. And he had been causing much trouble for the rest of the members, constantly asking them for money seeing how many of them were in the top 10 percent of the richest. His obsession with the Young Master is truly disturbing, and thus it would be much easier for the authorities to handle him."

"But not like this organisation was legal in the first place," mumbled Sebastian, looking slightly disoriented from not being told about the actual plan. Tanaka simply smiled, and continued, "But for now we will allow the Young Master to lead his life normally, as his father would have wanted him to for the time being." He turned to Alois, and bowed, "I sincerely apologise that you were dragged into this, young master Alois, but I hope as our Young Master's friend you would stay by his side."

"H-huh? Y-young master?" Alois stuttered, clearly surprised by the sudden inflow of information, but also pleased at being addressed in such a manner as a small smile was etched on his face. He coughed, as if trying to imitate Tanaka, "N-no problem at all, s-sir. But!" – he ferociously looked at Ciel, who was taken aback by Alois's fierce expression – "We need to talk."

Ciel nodded his head. He did owe a lot to Alois, seeing how he had dragged him into this, so it was only right that he told Alois the entire story.

Tanaka straightened his suit, and checked his wristwatch. "Ah, the police may be arriving any time soon. Come, we must go."


"Thomas Kelvin, you are under arrest for misuse of funds…"

"No, no! This is a mistake! You know who I am! I am Baron Kelvin! I started the Golden Ribbon Association! You want money? I can give you money!"

"Shut the fuck up, old man. I don't give a shit whether you're important or not," the young inspector pushed the baron against the wall and cuffed his hands. He swiped his red hair to the side as he spoke, "The evidence is everywhere, so unless you tell me you're not Thomas Kelvin, you're coming with me. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney." The inspector then pulled him away from the wall forcefully and shoved him to another officer nearby.

"Joker."

The young man turned around to see the chief right behind him, and he sulked as he said, "stop calling me that, that was the name I used when I went undercover as a host!"

"And it fits you completely!" The chief laughed heartily, and slapped Joker on the back. "You did a great job on this case. Who would have thought this world leader was a nutcase. Handle the reporters outside, it's a mess out there."

"Yes sir. But sir?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you think that there's something fishy going on? I mean, we've been gathering evidence about his corrupt behaviour, and for some reason he suddenly disappears from our tracking devices just when we gathered enough evidence. Not long after an officer rings us up to tell us he spotted Thomas Kelvin, and we find him here, wringing on the floor, almost bleeding to death. If you ask me, sir, this is all too suspicious."

"Well, honestly, I couldn't care less. In fact, I want to thank who ever rang us up. Kelvin has been on our list for too long, and this capture could even mean a promotion for you, since you've been leading the team. Aren't you glad?!" The chief laughed again, his booming voice shaking the entire room. "Don't tell me you still believe that Bloody what's it called organisation still exists?"

"I know it does, I have evidence," Joker insisted, pulling out the cloth from his pocket. But the chief interrupted, "Joker, for all you know this organisation could be a prank or some sort. It's not enough to base an organisation actually exists on a piece of cloth! Well, excuse me, it seems as though the press wants a word."

Joker watched the chief walk away, trying to control his temper. How could the chief accuse him of basing something just on flimsy evidence? He had been on this case for so long, gathering pieces of evidence here and there, and even acquiring files on certain people working in the organisation through contacts and undercovers, and yet his efforts still seem to be in vain.

Even recently his precious Ciel had been a target of it! Sooner or later Ciel may fall in the hands of god knows who. Joker just knew that this organisation was wrong and illegal, and he was willing to go to any extent to get rid of it. The people; all of it.

He clenched his fists, and turned to the officer nearest to him. "Send those bullets for analysis." He was determined to protect what was important to him.


Ciel, Alois and Sebastian now sat in a proper car, a Mercedes Benz, with Ciel in the middle. Alois was sleeping on Ciel's shoulders, exhausted from everything that had just happened, and Sebastian was looking out of the car window.

"Hey."

Sebastian eyed Ciel, before he replied, "Yes?"

"Are you surprised?"

"Who wouldn't be? You were supposed to be the victim. And now the reversal of roles just blows my mind."

"You don't really look like you're surprised."

Sebastian sighed, "Why does that matter to you? You're the president of this damn organisation-"

"Damn?"

"Ugh, whatever." Sebastian said, turning back to the window.

There was a moment of silence, before Sebastian opened his mouth again, "Why doesn't he know your name?"

"The baron? Because I refused to tell him no matter how hard he tried to force it out of me."

"So he wasn't the one who killed your parents?"

Ciel flinched slightly, before replying, "I wouldn't know. I stopped trying to find my parents' murderer long time ago."

Silence.

"You don't seem to like this organisation very much, why are you working here then?" Ciel asked.

Sebastian didn't reply for a moment, and then he spoke, "If given the opportunity I would back out immediately."

Awkward silence. And then Ciel asked.

"Would it make a difference if I took over the president's role?"

Silence. Ciel is unsure what to make of that silence, but there was a twitch of his eyebrows.

"Would it?"

"I wouldn't know, I don't even know how things are being run right now. But I can change it if that'll make you stay."

Sebastian finally looked at Ciel, eyes full of suspicion and mistrust. "And why would you need me to stay?"

"Tanaka was telling me about your excellent execution of every job. If I become president I might pursue the matter of my parents' murderers, seeing how it would grant me more power and freedom to do what I want. And it would be even better to have you help me."

"… why pursue only now? You could have been president long time ago."

"Long time ago I didn't think of it."

"Are you always like this? Doing things whenever you feel like it?"

"Maybe."

"Who exactly do you think you are?" Sebastian hissed, looking ever more angry.

"Ciel Phantomhive, your future boss," Ciel replied, smiling smugly.


WHUUUUUT? This is... this is impossible! *throws the papers in the air in utter shock*

What will Sebastian choose? To follow or to break away like he always wanted?

Haha but yes, Ciel Phantomhive will always be the lord. Whoo.

Worry not people! This is not the end; lots to explain lots to explain.

I realise my style of writing keeps changing O: perhaps its because I keep reading books of varying styles. (Margaret Atwood anyone? Her books are mindblowing)

But oh well, I hope this chapter blew your mind away, because it felt self-satisfying to write it teehee.

Reviews please! Thank you all for reading once again!