A/N: First off, I'd just like to thank everyone who added this to their favorites or alerts, and to the people who reviewed! Thank you so very much! Second off, I again did some research for some weapons that would be appropriate to the time period. I scanned a few articles, mind you, and I have at least one gun that I have in mind: the Enfield MK I. To what I've read about the Enfield MK I, it was a revolver used by both the British army and the North-West Mounted Police, and is the gun that I have in mind for Alois to use (yes, I figured that he either had Claude teach him, or he learned by himself). Since he looted the place of murder, it could have been possible for the Enfield MK I Revolver to be in someone's possession. So look forward in seeing that gun pop up sometime soon-ish.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji I or II in any way. Seriously, what do you think? This is called a fan-fiction for a reason.

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Pain was all Ciel could feel. He felt as if he couldn't move a muscle, or else his limbs would come flying off. Darkness was all Ciel could see. It was as if he had gone blind, and he wouldn't be able to see ever again. The scent of vanilla was all that clogged Ciel's nostrils. Not that Ciel was complaining about that; he didn't mind the stench. It was rather... pleasant.

When Ciel had finally lifted his droopy eyelids, he could tell that he was not in his room, but it was still a rather luxurious one. But rather, it was downed in red rather than the sapphire colour that he had grown so fond of. Confused, he replayed everything he could remember.

A boy had kissed him, not just any boy, a mass murderer, and had made him black out. That wasn't unusual at all. Ciel put his palm up to his contracted eye, expecting to feel an eye patch. There was, luckily, and he felt slightly relieved. Perhaps it was all a bad dream... but, still, this room wasn't one of the many in his manor!

'Hm, didn't I visit Elizabeth's earlier that day? Maybe she invited me to stay, and I just can't remember,' Ciel thought, staring at the ceiling. He looked right next to him to see the same boy sleeping contently, and hugging his pillow. 'It couldn't possibly be him! He isn't real!'

Ciel gently raised a hand to touch the boy, but right when his hand was inches away from the blonde's face, his icy eyes snapped open.

"Oh, I see you're awake, Ciel!" he cried with joy, and hugged him tightly. That vanilla smell. It was the blonde who was emitting it.

"W-who are you...? Please, tell me what the hell is going on!" Ciel demanded while in the blonde's embrace. True, it wasn't as smothered as Elizabeth's, but it was still very tight, as if the other didn't want to let go.

"Hm, I suppose I'll tell you my name... after all, it would be awkward if you didn't know my name when you feel the need to scream it," The blonde said, putting his face on Ciel's shoulder. Ciel could feel the devious smirk plastered upon the other's face.

Ciel scowled intensely, as if trying to interpreting what the other just said to him.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ciel nearly screamed. In response, the boy giggled and nipped playfully at the neck of the earl, who bit his lip to keep small whimpers of pleasure from escaping, but some did manage to escape.

"Oh, so you like that, Ciel? By the way, my name's Alois. Alois Trancy," he said, lifting his face to see Ciel's annoyed face.

"Well, Mr. Trancy, could you explain why you're here? Or why I'm here?"

Alois rolled his eyes, and let go of Ciel, "Please, call me Alois, not 'Mr. Trancy'! I don't like being all formal like that!"

Ciel raised an eyebrow, to show that he was not amused. This action caused Alois' devious smile to burn out, and become a scowl of his own.

"Okay, okay. Well... I took you away from your home. Away from that butler of yours. You see, he was only going to use you for your soul, or something like that..."

Wait, "that butler of yours"? Sebastian. Yes, that's right! Ciel could just call Sebastian's name, and this would all be over with.

"No he wasn't. You're the murderer, Alois," Ciel said, putting his palm to his contracted eye, "Sebastian! This is an order, come save me!"

Ciel waited with his palm over his eye patch, sitting there in the bed. Alois started to crack up, doubling over in a mad fit of laughter. The earl gave him a quick death glare, and waited for something, anything to happen.

"Ciel, do you really think Sebastian can come and get you now?" Alois managed to say after his sudden laughing fit. Ciel. The blonde just loved saying that name... Ciel, Ciel...

"He can't die, Alois, and he is sentenced to obey every order I give him, so yes, I do happen to expect him to come," Ciel said, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Why don't you take off that eye patch of yours and see for yourself?" Alois asked, reaching out to untie Ciel's eye patch. Ciel wanted to slap him away, but for some reason, he just couldn't. Either he was too tired, or he was... afraid to see if...

Wait. Ciel wasn't afraid. The Phantomhive family must have dignity and pride, so Ciel couldn't possibly be the least bit scared! The eye patch dropped onto the dark red sheets, and Alois motioned to a mirror. Ciel, without showing any emotion, took off the dark red sheets off of his small body, revealing that he only had light, white cotton pants. He got up and walked over to the mirror slowly, trying not to look at the reflection. Ciel fisted his hands into a ball, and took his eyes off of the floor to reveal the fact that he...

...Did not have the contract engraved in his eye anymore. It was the same sapphire colour as his other eye; they were identical. Ciel tried his best to keep his emotions hidden behind that mask of his, to keep Alois from finding out that he was scared. Shocked. Confused.

"Y-you... T-Trancy... what d-did you do...?" Ciel stuttered, putting his hands on the cold reflecting glass. His legs felt as if they were going to give out, and he slowly started descending to the ground, and felt tears welling up in his eyes.

For the first time in his life, Alois, who had been watching the entire ordeal, felt pity for someone else. He felt... kind of... bad. His expression softened, and he walked up to the sobbing boy.

"Ciel... I...," Alois said, crouching down to Ciel's level.

"No, don't touch me!" Ciel screamed, flailing an arm warning Alois to back off.

'Wait, what do I care about Sebastian? He's just a pawn in my game... one that can be replaced...' Ciel thought, trying to reassure himself.

Alois just looked down at Ciel. He looked broken, and hurt. Had he over-reacted, or maybe, did Alois royally mess up?

"Ciel, you have to forget about that butler. He means nothing to you now, okay? You'll have to forget about all of that. Ciel, we're alike. You see, I've been abused emotionally and physically, too..." Alois said, trying to be soothing, but keeping his distance.

"Well, no shit! I don't care if we're alike! We're nothing alike! You've killed many people, and you've stolen things from the people you kill! You are a criminal!" Ciel screamed loudly, causing Alois to wince.

"Okay, Ciel, if you want me to leave, I will. But I'll be back to get you when it's time. Like I said, you'll have to be prepared for tonight's events," Alois shrugged, crossing his arms, "I shall be in the dining hall, if you need me."

Ciel had controlled the tears, and started wiping them off. What was he doing? Why was he crying...? He bit his lip, and didn't look anywhere but the cold glass in front of him, reflecting that same image. It hadn't changed.

"I need you," Ciel managed to say, disgusted in what he was saying. Yes, he didn't want to be alone... but... why was he acting so broken? So weak? It wasn't like him.

Alois stopped in his tracks and smirked, "I'm sorry, what was that, Ciel?"

"I need you. And don't get any perverted ideas, Trancy, I just don't want to be alone..."

After all of these years of faking his emotions... why did he have to break down just because he didn't have anyone to protect him anymore? That was stupid.

Alois turned around, and sat down on the floor next to Ciel.

"Why did you choose me? Why didn't you kill me?" Ciel asked. He had all of these questions burning up inside of him, and he demanded answers.

"I've known about you for awhile, Ciel, and I just decided that I wanted you to myself," Alois shrugged, acting nonchalant.

Ciel nodded slowly, but he wanted more answers, "What about Sebastian? What happened to him?"

"Oh, I had Claude... honestly, I don't know what Claude did... but I ordered him to do something to your butler..." Alois said, looking around. Still so nonchalant.

Ciel frowned and looked over at Alois, "Who is Claude?"

"He's my butler and also serves as my assistant in killing people. Oh, which reminds me, I can't keep it a surprise for much longer! You're going to be helping me, too! Isn't that grand?"

Ciel grimaced and looked back at the mirror. Still, nothing had changed. Why did he think that it was all going to go back to normal with the snap of one's fingers? It couldn't happen.

"No, it isn't grand," Ciel said gloomily, which made Alois, who was smiling joyfully, frown. Alois balled his fists up, as if having a sudden urge of anger. Ciel barely noticed this out of the corner of his eye. Maybe this kid was bipolar... he surely acted like it...

Alois had managed to calm down, and was smiling again. He just... took it so hard, then shrugged it right off...

'He certainly is a mystery... and mad, too. Perhaps he murders people out of a fit of rampage...' Ciel thought, looking at Alois out of the corner of his eye.

Alois had opened his mouth, as if to say something, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Claude," Alois said.

Wait, Claude?

'Wasn't Claude the one who did something to Sebastian...?'

Ciel watched the door as a man in butler's attire came in, and bowed to Alois.

"Breakfast is served," he said, and walked out.

"Oh, breakfast, I'm starved!" Alois said joyfully, and got up, "Maybe some tea will make you feel better, Ciel..."

Ciel nodded and got up, unaware of the small smirk that played on Alois' face.

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After Alois and Ciel had gotten changed (Alois had picked out some of his clothes for Ciel to wear, which were slightly too big for Ciel), they headed into the dining hall. It wasn't nearly as big as the one in the Phantomhive manor, but it was still impressive. It had expensive china displayed in cases, a crystal and gold chandelier... which got Ciel thinking: how much of these things were stolen? Since Alois was a murderer, and he stole all of the items in the house, this house was probably filled to the brim with stolen goods! But, still... Alois didn't seem that bad or that crazy... true, he was still insane, but still, he was nice... to Ciel.

For some reason, throughout breakfast, he enjoyed beating his servants. Why did the serve him? Were they maybe in his debt? Was Ciel going to turn out like this someday? He looked down at the tea he had been served, and sipped it. It tasted... sweet. Not strong at all. Ciel had no problem drinking down the tea, of course, at an appropriate time, he hadn't forgotten his manners. He had forgotten what he was thinking about, and soon... he forgot other things...

'E-Elizabeth... who is Elizabeth...?' he thought, staring at the white table-cloth.

"Ciel?" Alois asked from across the table, "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Alois," he said, taking his eyes off of the table-cloth and giving him a small, forced smile.

'Haven't I... always known Alois...?'

"Good. Ciel, could you tell me who Sebastian is?" Alois asked, folding his hands underneath his chin and resting his head on them. He looked slightly amused.

"Who's Sebastian?"