Assassin's POV

I woke up silently, instantly recalling the battle and was very surprised that I was not dead. Pretending to still be out cold I took in my surroundings. Two people, No!, one demon, sniffing slightly I recognized the sent of Ciel Phantomhive and his butler. I groaned inwardly at that fact. At least they didn't sell me on the black market. I thought bitterly. I was sitting in a straight backed chair, my hands were shackled, not tied with rope, and I was underground but there was a window to my left that let in fresh air. I could tell that because of the slight breeze and smell of flowers. That meant that I was close to the surface. Goodie for me. My mouth was very dry which meant I was out for hours. Night must be worried sick. If he decided to go out and search for me he could be injured or worse. "I know you are awake." it was the cold and childish voice of Ciel. Sighing I looked up at him with all the hatred and loathing I could muster. I also let my dark aura flow from me. The boy took a small step back in surprise. I then turned my attention to the older demon, giving him the same stair and a smirk that swore revenge. He just smiled back and his eyes flashed pink. My anger grew and I strained my arms to see if I could pull out the chains that bound me. After awhile I figured it was useless, noting that the metal was made of iron. My kind had very few weaknesses but iron was one of them. I had to wait until I was alone to pick the lock. "How can the Queen like someone like this?" Ciel murmured under his breath. I didn't like the insult and enough was enough. Before I knew it I had shifted slightly out of my human form which I had been so careful not to mess up and let out a hiss. I was so not going to let this dog control me and I was going to get out of here. I swore with everything I was.

Sebastian's POV

I watched with uncontrolled fascination as our prisoner started to hiss not unlike a very pissed off cat and grew a set of large rich brown cat ears that twitched in frustration. I really wanted to pet them but ever the Phantomhive butler I restrained my self. Ciel 's eyes widened and he turned to me his glance asking questions I wasn't sure I could answer. "It would seem we have found the reason why the Queen refers to her as a cat, My Lord." amusement was evident in my voice. Her ear twitched again but she made no other sound. She hadn't spoken a single word in a voice that I was sure was her own. Ciel was on the same train of thought because he ordered her to speak and asked her what her real name was. She tilted her head to the said as if considering it. Then she shook her head a small smile forming as if she found this amusing. Her deep blue eyes, a lot like Ciel's, were still filled with silent rage and the dark aura she was emitting rivaled my own, but she had a cheerful smile on her face. She was probably plotting our murders as we stood there in silence, her stubbornness wearing on Ciel 's small amount of patience. Ciel once again broke it asking another question, "Have you given any thought to my offer yet?" In response she gave a very unladylike snort. More minutes passed and she then sighed once again as if resigning to doing something she didn't want to do. Suddenly a soft flurry of words were spoken in my own language in a happy tone. I of course translated it my head. I knew the side affects of a human hearing our language but I wanted to hear what she said. "Bleed at my words you arrogant human, I have very little tolerance for being chained. You" she said glaring at me, "are worse than this guard puppy." and with that she was once again quiet. That was when I heard Ciel groan. Instantly at his side, I saw blood trialing down his ears and him fell on the floor bowed in pain. I sighed in pity at the sight, thankful that she did not kill him. Scooping him into my arms, I walked out of the cell room and slammed it behind me. Bringing him to his room and letting him sleep off the headache that followed when a human heard the words of a demon, I took a moment to access the situation. That girl was going to be a handful to get to cooperate, I thought with a smirk, although I already guessed that when I had to stop the Young Mater from getting knifed in the head a few night's ago. I walked back to the cell hidden in the basement, ready to follow my Masters previous orders and get her to work at the estate. I started thinking of all the ways I was going to make her succumb to his demands and was slightly excited. When I entered, a bit to my disappointment, I saw her sprawled out over the sides of the chair with one leg over the side and the other one on the floor, lazily cleaning her nails which was now 3 inch long white claws on one hand. "Hello there. I've decided to talk for the soul reason that I have someplace to be and want to get this problem resolved so I can move on with my existence. I will warn you now that I'm not supposed to exist. I'm supposed to be a ghost and there will be consequences if you bring be me out of hiding." she said all this never taking her eyes off what she was doing. I was slightly taken back by her silken melodic voice and curious at her use of the word existence. I wanted to hear more of her voice but I had my orders to complete. "You see miss, I have specific orders to make you work at the Phantomhive manor, one way or another." I said in mock apology. "Ah yes, more threats, I will only say this once, so listen up, I do not like being forced to do anything and can't stand idle threats." Suddenly I was leaning over her, one hand placed very close to her exposed thigh on the chair handle and the other placed inches above her head. She looked at me with a bored expression. "Who said anything about idle." I murmured very close to her face very aware of her body heat and every move she made. She leaned in closer so that our cheeks were almost touching, and whispered very sweetly in my ear. "This is taking longer than it should, and like I said I have to hurry, so..." she paused to grit her teeth in anger that wasn't in her voice. "tell me what I have to do to get out of here." smiling I said drawing away from her "Very well, my Master wants you to work as a maid at the manor for two years time, after that you will be able to resume your life." She stood up slowly and then. WHAM. I realized I was half a foot of the ground and the girl was holding me up by my throat tightly with only one hand. "Fine, I accept, but I must be able to go and retrieve my belongings NOW." she practically growled. "Of course." I said calmly when she dropped me. "but I will be accompanying you to make sure you don't run." "I wouldn't dream of it." she said with a lopsided grin and a mocking tone. Her mood swings were hard to follow very much like a cat's. Once outside she ran at a inhuman speed, not even hesitating as she turned corners and bounded over ally ways. To soon we left London's neat townhouses and entered it's slums. In about an hour we had stopped at a particularly rundown warehouse that seemed abandon. As we walked toward it I heard small desperate mews coming from the top floor. The former assassin gasped, turning to her I saw a look of worry cross her face. She then dashed to the open window on the 2nd story and went through. Following her I saw her cuddling something. "My poor poor baby, I'm here now so stop your crying. Sorry it took so long. " she whispered. I had never seen her so vulnerable. All her defenses were down as she looked lovingly at the little bundle of fluff. Unwrapping her arms, I saw the little black kitten, no older than 2 months laying in her arms like an infant. I felt the insatiable erg to pet it. She looked at me furiously. "Don't even think about it." she snapped holding him closer. "Now let's get you some food, your probably very hungry Night." she coed to the kitten. She opened up her small ice box and pulled out a small piece of flayed fish and a saucer of cream. Putting him on the counter to eat, she looked back at me. "I'm going to go get my things, do not touch him." she said pointing to the golden eyed creature. With that she was gone, entering the back room. Taking the chance to look around I saw that the warehouse was actually nice on the inside if not a little under furnished. She came back wearing a loose fitting shirt and a pare of slacks, along with high heeled steel tipped leather boots. It was highly improper for a woman to be wearing pants but I was beginning to think she didn't care. It was an improvement over her previous outfit that was so tight it would have made a prostitute blush in embarrassment. She also had a medium sized foot trunk balanced on one shoulder. "Is that all?" I asked rather incredulously, not believing that it was all her stuff. "Yes, now we can leave. Come Night." she told the kitten who had finished eating and had fallen asleep in the span of a few seconds. He awoke and jumped effortlessly onto her shoulder. She grabbed one of the candles that lit the place and threw it onto the dry hardwood floors. The warehouse was in flames in a matter of seconds, turning to her in curiosity I saw that she had already left the same way she came. Jumping out also, I was ready to chase her, thinking that she would run, only to find her standing patiently, waiting for me. "Took you long enough" she said in an exasperated tone. We then proceeded to go back to the townhouse. One there I spoke breaking the malice filled silence. "We will be returning to the manor tomorrow. Before that happens the Young Lord would like to talk to you. As for right now, a room will be provided for you to sleep in. This way." We walked up the stair case and to the guest room that had be set up. She entered without a word, but before she closed the doors she turned around. Now facing me she spoke in a very calm and soothing tone, but the words were anything but, "I have given you my word that I will work for you, but it was only so that my loved one wouldn't die of starvation or do something stupid." she said taking the kitten out of her coat pocket and cuddled it. "You are messing in forces you have no control over and never will, and while I may smile and laugh, know this, the second those two years are over, I will kill you and Ciel in the most painful ways imaginable." She was now smiling and almost laughing when she said "You may come from the darkest parts of hell Demon, but I come form Purgatory." with that she closed the doors leaving me a little shaken. Not from her disturbing words but from the fact that I saw she was telling the truth and was certain that is we didn't have her willingly on our side by the time that the contract was over she would carry out that threat. I walked back to my room and decided to sleep since I had nothing else to do. Once again I had a dream.

I was back in the woods but not in the clearing like before. I was sitting at the top of a very tall tree that over looked the forest. I heard rustling nearby and saw that the brown haired girl was climbing up my way. I still couldn't see her face but I did see a small black creature perched on her shoulder. Even in my dream I could feel the evilness flowing through the woods. Soon she was sitting next to me with her face turned away. Her appearance was different from the last time I saw her. Her long hair was tangled and spotted with leaves. Her one white outfit was now a grimy gray and was in tatters. She was covered in dirt to and I realized that she was armed with swords strapped to her back. The thing on her shoulder was a kitten who looked like it was asleep. "Hello Mr. Demon. I haven't seen you for quite awhile. The last time was 3 years ago I think. It's hard to tell time here when it's a constant fight for survival." she sighed and I could tell that she was tired. "The last time we met was before I was exiled. Everything changed after that. Although you don't care, it's nice to talk to a visitor because you'll be leaving soon so what I tell you can hurt me later. So are you from hell or earth?" She asked as the sun slowly set over the tree tops. "I am from earth." I told her even though I didn't really know why. "I've heard many stories about earth from both sides of this world, the good beings and the bad. The good say it's a dark place that only gives us troublesome visitors that need to be killed. While the creatures of the dark say that it's a place like heaven, where you don't have to kill day and night. I think that by the time I get to earth I won't be able to do anything else. I'd stay here for the rest of eternity though, than go back to that monster that lays in the light realm." She stopped talking to me and turned around. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw the face that was looking at me but I said nothing. It was the assassin only she looked a few years younger and her eyes were so open and teaming with emotion. "What do you think about earth Mr. Demon?" I quickly found my voice and replied "I think it is a combination of heaven and hell where no one is on either side of good and evil but a mix of both." She smiled at me as she unsheathed her sword and said "Thank you Mr. Demon but I think it's time for you to go now." She raised her sword and brought it down to my neck.

I woke up and thought about my dream. Why had I been dreaming about the assassin the whole time and what was her relation with my previous meal, Elsa?

Assassin's POV

I leaned against the door and sighed. Night mewed softly trying to comfort me then he spoke in my mind "Your an idiot for winding up in this situation Jane." "Wise words for a child who still plays chase with his tail and I couldn't have my baby starve could I?!" I huffed and hugged him to my chest. "Let go. I promise I'll shut up." he whined and tried to get out of me grasp. I let him go and started walking around the lavish room that had dark black curtains. I spoke to him, "Do you see the lengths I go through for you, you spoiled fuzz ball?" not getting an answer because he had decided to shun me, my thoughts turned to the demon. I felt as if I should remember him, as if I had met in before long ago and worlds away. Chuckling at my stupidity I laid on the bed and quickly fell into a dream.

I was back. I was near the bridge on that fateful day. I had defeated the hell hound by distracting it and knocking it unconscious. I also used my powers to put out the fires that had started to grow on the streets of London. When I had talked to Grell he had said that the casualty rate would only be 200 people in all of London, that was good to know. As I walked I felt all the weapons on me clink and rattle. I saw the huge group of 50 or so men in black masks surround a little boy with an eye patch. Occult followers of the demented angle I identified with a laugh. I pulled out the two shot guns that were slung on my shoulders and fired. In less than a minute they were all dead at my feet. Dropping the now empty guns I adjusted my scarf so that it covered my face. I then walked to the boy who stood there in shock. I tossed him a pistol as I walked by. Without even turning around I made a beeline toward the half built bridge made of souls. Scaling it was easy and all too soon I was standing on the side watching the fight between the angel and the demon with interest. If the demon won my job would be a lot easier. Sadly the demon was pinned to the floor of the bridge, the angle standing triumphantly over him. Deciding to intervene, I started to sing. "London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down my fair angel. Angels are falling down, falling down, falling down, angels are falling down my fair demon." The angel that was straddling the demon turned in surprise at me but I was suddenly behind her. "You!?" it said, but I had pulled out my katanas, crossing them in an X in the front of her/his throat. I tugged and SLICE the blades went through it's neck like it was butter. Her head came off with a satisfying thud. I was covered in blood but I didn't care, I had gotten my long awaited revenge. Looking at the demon who was staring at me, I sang "London was falling down, falling down, falling down, London was falling down but I stopped it." with that I started to walk away. "Why?" he shouted at my in curiosity. "Because" I responded giving with a backwards glance. "Nobody forces Me to do what I had to, and survives. Now go to your master and spread the good news Demon" I started to walk away again. "Whats your name?" he asked as he pulled out angel feathers from his body. "I don't have one. If I did it would probably be Jane." I paused now at the other edge of the bridge. "Jane Black" and without another word I jumped off.

I woke up with a snap. Sebastian was the demon! Oh crap. What was I going to do? I then calmed myself down, letting the ever present music flow in my head. Like most of my kind, music was a way of life. For those gifted, like me, it could always be heard with a simple thought. This song was soothing and soon I came up with a plan. I was first going to drop my always bad ass act, and act like myself, a teenage girl assassin that had many sharp edges but also a heart no matter how cold it was. I wasn't going to spill any information of my life, but I could drop a few hints to make my new enemies fearful and confused. I would exploit their weaknesses then strike, and what better opportunity than as their a maid? There was a quiet knock on the door and I snapped out of my thoughts. Looking at the window I realized the sun had risen. "Come in." I said as Sebastian entered. He was carrying a large box, which he set on the bed. Opening it, I saw that there was a large frilly dress of light pinks and creamy whites. Practically flinching at the girly monstrosity, I turned to Sebastian with my eyebrow raised. He gave me his shit-eating grin and held up a corset.

Sebastian's POV

I watched with some interest as she visibly shook at the sight of it. This was the girl who fought demons an launched off of buildings but looked like dieing at the sight of the undergarment. "I refuse to wear That." she said with obvious distaste gesturing at the dress and corset. "But miss, my Master has ordered me to get you dressed and ready to meet him." "Is this not exceptionable?" She questioned pointing to her tightly clad leather outfit. It fit her I'd give her that but it was not proper. I told her so and I saw her large eyes flash in anger. With a huff she looked at me. "Fine, but I will need fifteen minutes to wash up, and I can get dressed ON MY OWN." With that she forcibly shoved my out. I heard livid curses through the door, some so foul that I was sure not even a sailor would say them. Chuckling I whispered to no one in particular as I walked away"She's a wild one. Just what I need at the manor, one more idiot to shepherd."

Assassin's POV

That torture device was not going on me I thought looking for a way out of this situation. My eyes fell on the heavy curtains. Those would do nicely. I thought as I snatched them of the rods. Upon inspecting the room last night looking for some kind of weapon after Sebastian took ALL of mine, I had found a sewing kit and a pair of scissors hidden in one of the desks. Cutting a long ribbon like length out of one, I wrapped it around my chest to make a much more comfortable substitute to that evil contraption. With that done I set to work on the dress with lightning speed. In five minutes I had a new dress and ten minutes to spare. Washing up was easy and I attempted to put my long hair in bun. It looked terrible but I cared very little about how I looked around the demon and his brat of a master. Looking at the mirror, I was happy with my appearance and dress that was light and was loose enough so that I could run if need be. There was then another knock on the door. Right on time I thought as I pulled the door open.

Sebastian's POV

I was rather surprised to find that the girl was not in the dress that I picked but a rich black one that was only a layer thick and only covered her shoulders, leaving her arms bare. The bottom half consisted of a floor length skirt that stopped at her knees giving her full mobility. I also noticed she was not wearing a corset because it was on the floor behind her. Her hair was a complete mess and I was slightly horrified that she didn't know how to style it. Something mewed and I snapped out of my evaluation of her realizing that only a few seconds had passed and that the girl was staring at me expectantly. Her kitten had leaped and was sitting on her shoulder. I gulped trying not to scoop up the object of my obsession before saying "That outfit is not the one I chose and is highly improper for a lady." She looked at me as if I had just said something incredibly stupid. "Have I ever done anything to imply that I was a lady? If so I apologize deeply for that. Also my dress is not improper in any way." Amused by her come back I looked her over once again, and found that she was right. It covered all that it should and was in no way immodest. "You are correct" I agreed stiffly "This way please." she grinned triumphantly and I was taken aback by how once again here mood had shifted. As quickly as the smile appeared it was gone. "This way right?" she said bored as she walked ahead of me. With her in front of me I got a good view of her back. I saw that all that held up her dress on was a crisscross V shape on her back of fabric tied into a simple bow. How easy it could be to just tug it off. My demon side pointed out. We entered the Young Lord's townhouse study which was very similar to the one in his manor. I knocked and there was a dull "Enter" as a response. When Ciel saw our guest he blushed his face turning beet red. Regaining control of himself he commanded "Take that sorry excuse of an outfit off!" a small smirk spread on her face and she said "Yes My Lord" and with a flick of her wrist on the bow, her dress fell to the ground. Ciel 's eyes were know the size of dinner plates and I felt a pang of disappointment when I saw that she wasn't completely naked but wearing a frilly dress slip that still covered her shoulders and gathered around her knees like her dress did. "S-Sebastian find this girl something else to wear!" he shouted clearly embarrassed and mad. "Of course my Lord" with that I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her outside the study. Her cat was following us like a silent shadow. She didn't show and sign of shame and I had to ask. Did she have any form of modesty at all!? With a sigh I walked her down the hall, past her room, and to mine. "Since it would seem dresses are out of the question, why don't we try something else?" I went to my dresser and grabbed a pair of pants and a button up T-shirt. Handing them to her I saw her puzzled expression. "You may not have noticed this, but I am just a little smaller than you." she said her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement. "Of course" I replied tossing her the small sewing kit from the night stand. She took it and nodded once walking into my bathroom. A few minutes latter she reemerged wearing what looked like a perfectly tailored outfit. "Very unladylike but it will do." she laughed. Trying not to smirk at the sight I led her back up to the study.

Assassin's POV

Ciel was clearly not happy, not that I cared in the slightest. I smiled venomously letting the desire to murder him ooze out. "As your Master I order you to stop that in my presence. Is that understood?" "Of course my lord." I said with a bow, holding my rage in and letting my fake happy self show. "Good, now let us get down to business. What are you?" I truly didn't want to answer but I had no choice. "I am one of the dark Fay from the Grim forest." "Fay as in a fairy." he asked incredulously. I scowled and said. "Don't compare me to those defenseless bimbos. Among many differences between the two species my kind don't have wings." he nodded in understanding. "Where is Grim forest?" he asked. "It is most commonly known a Purgatory my Lord." I said with bright cheerfulness. He paled several shades lighter. "Yeah that one." I said with a happy nod of my head. He cleared his throat, then continued "How old are you?" "17." "Why did you become an assassin?" "Because I like it. Also because I am very good at killing and scaring people." I said with a creepy giggle. "I see, how do you know the Queen." "Long story short, I was hired to kill her, but she was nice so we had tea and talked all night. She found out that I was cat like, so now she keeps referring to me as her kitty. I still see her on occasion even though she is a bit loony." his eye brow twitched when I insulted her. "I told her so myself once and she wholeheartedly agreed." I responded in my defense. "Finally what is your name?" "I don't have one, if I did it would probably be Jane. Jane black." I watched as it was Sebastian's turn to pale.

Sebastian's POV

The name triggered that awful memory of the Angel, and my almost demise. I underestimated it's power and was about to be killed, when out of nowhere, a girl clad in leather, armed to the teeth, and wearing a mask sneaked up on the Angel all the while singing that accursed rhyme. The angle had a look of pure rage and fear on it's face as she killed it. She said she didn't like to be controlled, and said right before she jumped off the 100 ft bridge that her name was Jane Black. When I returned to my master he was surrounded by corpses and held a pistol. When I asked what happened he had said that a strange girl with machine guns saved him. With no face to link to the girl we just let her go, until now that is. I paled when I realized that she would probably do to us the same thing she did the angel if we didn't turn her to our side soon. "One small question for you my Lord." "Yes?" "What kind of maid do you want me to be?" His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Explain." "Well clearly my normal self won't work." as she said this the alluring darkness within her returned as well as murderous intent. "So do you want me to be strict and business like?" she said coldly and stood up strait like a solider Then snapped her fingers. Her outfit changed to a plain dull gray maid's uniform and she had a slight scowl on her face, no emotions could be read off of her. "Or super cheerful and clumsy," She had a large smile on her face that I wouldn't have been able to tell was fake and her voice was bright and too cheerful but she seemed to have lost all her gracefulness. Her uniform turned light blue and was puffy. She acted like Mey-Rin. "Or even better, and this one is close to my heart, the silent and mysterious goth type?" and with a snap of her figures her bangs that had been pushed to the side fell over her eyes. She was wearing a modest black and silver maid uniform with pants instead of a shirt and a black choker. Her outfit also at thin chains hanging at her waist with a small cross hanging from it. Her aura was still dark but not murderous and appeared almost meek without the bright eyes being able to be seen. "Will this do my Lord?" she asked softly. Ciel was flat out starring at her, mouth slightly open at the display of her magic. "Ahem. Yes... Yes that will do I'm sure. Your dismissed." Jane bowed and slipped out but not before I saw her kitten sitting in her jacket pocket. "Sebastian, prepare to return to the manor with Jane." Ciel ordered. "Yes my Lord." As I was almost out the door he called out to me, "and Sebastian find out everything you can on her and what she is." I bowed and walked out only to come face to face with Jane who looked annoyed. "Sebastian I will need my weapons back eventually, you do know that don't you? It's really isn't a matter of if I should be armed or not, because I always am, even now." She spoke in the quiet tone I had heard a few seconds earlier but it lost whatever soft warmth it had held and now was ice cold. "Really?" I asked not believing her, I had been watching her like a hawk and was certain that she had not gone for a weapon. Thunk, clank, clatter, clank, the noise continued as improvised weapon and improvised weapon landed on the floor in front of me. Some were made of wood and others twisted metal. Starring in disbelief I saw her snap her figures once again and a pair of swords were strapped to her back, another snap and they were gone. "Do you see why, I would like my actual knifes back? These aren't as good." She said like a sullen child. "When did you have time to get these?" I asked trying to see where I had messed up. "I only need a few hours of sleep, and was nocturnal until today." "Fine." I gave in. This would definitely be the last time I underestimated her. If I did it again, I might not find her in such a good mood and would be long dead before I realized my mistake. As I led her back to her room I heard her mutter "I know that, you don't have to remind me...I don't like them either...I can't just kill them. I'd like to believe my word means something...you shush, I now your unhappy but hey we've been through worse." Was she crazy? There was no one here but me and her. I heard her cat meow angrily. "Be quiet he'll think I'm more crazy than I am." Oh, screw this, I'll just ask. "Is there a problem Miss Jane?" "Not at all!" she said a little to quickly. I stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to her with an eye brow raised. "Fine." she omitted "It was about time you two properly met anyway." she took the kitten out of her pocket and set him on the floor. The small creature sat there with his head cocked to the side, sharp eyes wide in a question. Yep Jane had lost it, if she ever had it to begin with. "Night show Sebastian your other form." The cat nodded and burst into a cloud of black smoke. Well that didn't happen every day. Standing in his place was a little boy about four in plain all black cloths. He had straight black hair that was just above his shoulders and large golden eyes. He had sharp features for some one so young and pale skin. He quickly ran over to Jane and hid behind he legs peeking at me with curious eyes. "Sebastian meet my familiar Night." "Night honey, this is ridiculous. Your fearless as a cat. What is so different in this form, huh?" She bent down to his level. He said nothing just looked into her eyes. "Humans are not useless and stop moping because you don't have claws." Night harrumphed then looked at me pointedly and growled very unlike a human. "Night I said no killing." Jane chided motherly. It was clear that they were talking telepathically. "So he can turn into a human?" "Yes but he hates it because it is so defenseless and ungraceful. You can turn back now." She cooed at him. Soon Night was back into kitten form and happily resting in her pocket. "Anything else I should know?" I asked putting a double meaning behind my words. "Probably but I won't be the one telling you." She walked into her room and pulled out her bag. "I'm ready to go." she said quietly. In a matter of minutes we were on our way out of London and heading back to the manor.


So there ya go. I hope this was longer and better. I had written this chapter months ago, so sorry if not everything fits with the story. In the next chapter Jane meets the house staff. How will they respond to her? Follow or don't see if I care. Humph! Five seconds later... Please follow I care a lot, probably more than I should. Or review and tell me what I should do next and if I need to do bother Ciel in some totally unnecessary way that will leave every character involved humiliated.

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