A/N: This chapter was delayed because of my laziness, and this chapter being such a bitch to write. D; I had a session of staring off into nothing for getting the ideas for this chapter. I mean, the hardest part of a chapter is starting and ending it. Starting is complicated, because sometimes you just don't know where to start. Ending something is complicated because you don't know where to stop, or when to stop. Also, Writers' Block isn't the nicest.

So... enjoy...?

Disclaimers: Well, think a little bit, and you'll get your answer.

The rest of breakfast was eaten in complete silence. Nobody opened their mouth to say a peep, just complete silence. Ciel sat there, slightly confused, staring down at the empty cup, which looked rather expensive, while the servants stood at a respectful distance from the two at the table.

When Alois had finished, the servants started rushing madly to get the dishes cleared. Especially a rather busty woman who looked like she was abused often, and tried to avoid contact with her master as often as possible.

"Ciel, Claude and I must talk privately. You may... go and wander the mansion, if you must. It's rather big, and you're going to need to know how to navigate it," Alois said, making a shooing motion with his hand.

Ciel looked up at Alois and nodded blankly, and left the room. He felt like a zombie, but really, what is there to feel? He couldn't remember that much, except for the few things that the tea may have not fogged up. Ciel could clearly remember that his parents were dead, by a raging inferno, his family name, and how he wanted to renew that name, to pride again. But people... he couldn't remember that much. He could only remember Alois, and faces of complete strangers he may have met in parties. Among the many things that the tea had wiped away was the "Robin Hood" case. Ciel couldn't remember that much about it. Although, he could remember that Alois was a murderer. He could remember many things, come to think of it.

When Ciel had left the room, Claude looked down at his young master and frowned.

"So, what did you do to Sebastian?" Alois asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

"I took care of him. He's still alive, though... but let's just say that Ciel's contract is no more," Claude said, smirking triumphantly and pushing up his glasses.

"Fine, be that way, Mr. Mysterious. I don't care what you did to him. As long as he's out of the picture..." Alois said, smirking devilishly. Sebastian was a hindrance in his plans due to his... protectiveness to the young earl. He wouldn't allow anyone to lay a finger on him... but that's just what Alois wanted to do.

Claude looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, "My highness, if you do not mind me asking, what exactly are you going to do with Ciel besides having him help you kill?"

"I want that to be a surprise. Claude, you are dismissed," Alois said, and with that, he left the room to find Ciel, who he found sitting on a soft arm-chair in the parlor.

"Hello, Ciel," Alois said, coming in from behind and wrapping a protective arm around the earl gently.

"Hm?" Ciel mumbled, looking up at Alois, "What is it now, Alois?"

Alois said nothing as he smiled, not smirked, and moved around the chair to face Ciel. Ciel took in the smile long and hard, because he figured that Alois' smiles were very rare. Although, he had to admit, something about this smile wasn't necessarily... right. It seemed almost playful, as if he were ready to pounce on Ciel at any moment, and Ciel was right. Alois got closer to him, and eventually their lips were just mere centimeters away from each other.

"A-Alois...?" Ciel mumbled, slightly confused, but for some reason, Ciel felt some kind of strange sensation in his lower regions, which made Ciel slightly alarmed, "Whatever you're doing, I want you to stop!"

The sensation that Ciel was feeling was very unknown to him, but sadly, he had a feeling that he knew what it was. He wasn't exactly oblivious to the things that adults would often mingle about (blame the parties he was forced to attend), but he never really put any thought into it. It was just... something that was just there.

"Someone's getting excited," Alois purred, and that smile faded into a seductive smirk. He placed a pale hand onto the slightly erected fabric and rubbed gently. Ciel's face erupted into a deep red colour, and he bit his lip to keep out any sounds of pleasure. To add onto both the pleasure and Ciel's irritation, Alois connected their lips in a deep lip-lock, somehow managing to poke his tongue into the younger earl's mouth. Ciel's thoughts came to a halt, and he found himself actually kissing back and fighting for dominance. At last, Ciel allowed a soft moan escape, and almost as a response, Alois slipped a hand under the fabric and rubbed at the pulsing member. Ciel stopped the deep kiss and took in some much needed air, moaning softly. Alois was about to go further when Claude came in.

The butler didn't seem phased by Alois almost clinging onto Ciel, but Ciel felt extremely embarrassed. He turned his face away from Claude, blushing from embarrassment and scowled. Alois noticed this and removed his hands away from the young earl and moved away slowly.

"Yes, Claude?" Alois said in a rather irritated tone, "What is it?"

Claude got closer to whisper something in his ear, and in response, Alois nodded. Ciel just sat there, back as straight as a board, scowling. Yes, he did want to know what Claude had said, but he figured that being snoopy wasn't right.

Alois said something that Ciel couldn't hear into Claude's ear, and he nodded and exited the room.

"Ciel, do you know how to maneuver a revolver?"

Ciel shook his head. Why would Alois be asking him that? He didn't know how to use any weapon, for that matter. He felt like... like he had someone do it for him. But, obviously, he couldn't remember who.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to teach you."

XXXXX

Ciel had found himself holding some kind of revolver, in a large courtyard area, aiming at a target, shooting bullets aimlessly and hoping for the best. Whenever he was told to reload, he did it rather slowly. Alois scowled several times in annoyance, what is there not to get? If he didn't reload fast enough, then he'd be dead with the snap of one's fingers. Eventually he had Claude help him, until Ciel finally hit one of the outer rings of the painted target, earning a small cheer from Alois. A few hours later, Ciel got more skilled at aiming and reloading, until he was shooting like a near-pro.

"Ciel, you should be ready," Alois said, patting him on the back after hitting the bull's eye, "Are you... squeamish at the sight of gore?"

Ciel had paused, thinking. Was he? He couldn't recall seeing any blood, ever, or fainting at the sight of it. So he assumed he wasn't...

"No, I don't believe I am," was Ciel's answer.

"Good, because tonight, we'll be seeing lots of it, if we're lucky."

"...What do you mean by that...?"

Oh, great. Ciel had forgotten. Well, yes, he was forgetting many things, but that was something that you just shouldn't forget.

"By that, I mean, you're going to see lots of blood. Please, don't play idiot with me, Ciel," Alois said, retracting his arm away and rolling his eyes.

"Oh, yes. Of course...," Ciel said, looking down at his feet. He realized the revolver was still in his hands, and went over to give it to Claude, who left the room to take care of it. Ciel came back, sporting the usual scowl of his, deciding that he should ask a few questions.

"Alois? May I ask you a question?" Ciel said as politely as possible.

"Yeah, go ahead," Alois said, nodding and smiling. Smiling. For some reason, Ciel grew attracted to this smile... but half of him wanted to hate the twerp for... well, something that he couldn't remember, where as the other half wanted to just do naughty things to the boy. Naughty, naughty things that were very unlike Ciel. Perhaps this was one of the tea's effects...?

Ciel took no hesitation and told him his question, "Why do you kill people?"

Alois' grin melted away into a frown, and he almost looked like he was unable to stand up. He looked hurt, and he looked down at the grass. The grass had turned into a very interesting sight for very interesting situations. Suddenly, his head bobbed up and he was smiling again, although it looked slightly forced.

"Well, Ciel, it's a bit of a long story... Are you sure you'd like to know...?" he asked, and Ciel almost regretted asking.

"...Yes, I'm sure..."

XXXXX

In order to tell the story, Alois figured that they should sit down somewhere more private than an open court-yard, so he had directed him into his room. Alois was twiddling nervously with his fingers on the edge of his bed, and took deep breaths. After he recollected himself, he put his hands by his side and looked at Ciel, who was next to him, looking at the red carpeting.

"Well, you see, it's hard to explain. I suppose it started with my child-hood, though..." Alois said, as worried icy blue met a seemingly calm deep blue.

"J-just... Alois, if you don't want to tell me, then don't," Ciel said, getting up from the bed. Alois shot up from the bed and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his head on Ciel's shoulder.

"Thank you... Ciel," he said, pecking him on the cheek. Ciel stood as still as possible, eyes widened in surprise, blushing lightly.

"Y-yes, it's... f-fine..." Ciel stuttered as the blonde tightened his grip.

"Please, Ciel, promise me that you'll never leave me?" Alois asked, removing a hand to guide Ciel's face to meet his. As the blonde was slightly taller, Ciel had to look up.

"...I-I... um... I won't..." Ciel said. He didn't know what he had promised, though, and if he really meant it... but he did feel a growing soft spot for the boy.