Who's ready for another long chapter?

Well, it's not to long, but it's about nine pages in word.

It's on the longer side of my usual chapters.

And so, I hope you guys enjoy it, and I'm sure you'll get the reference, real simple.

ONWARDS!

The place was literally called "Hole in the wall".

Why?

Because it was a hole in the wall.

Enough said.

With the entrance being a stone archway of some sort, the place wasn't as bad as you'd think it would be. Granted, the place didn't have a real door to speak of, and there was a bit of moss growing on the old stone wall,s but that just added to its character. It had a similar feel the Oliver's corner back at base, with a few reused barrels were now used as tables and chairs, complete with someone absentmindedly wiping down a glass behind the counter. Without the torches in the side of the rooms, it would be pitch black due to the lack of windows.

But, other than that, the place was pretty large and roomy.

In one spot of the "bar", if you could call it that, a man sat on a two seated table. Yes, instead of sitting on one of two available chairs, he chose to sit on the table, hugging his knees close to his torso.

Erin almost walked right past him, so used to the bright joker-like palette he normally stuck to. Unlike his normal attire, he wore a brown coat and top hat, along with black dress pants. His brown orange eyes gave him away only to those who knew who and what he was, but with his top hat to cover his hair, it was pretty easy for him to blend in.

He nearly jumped when Erin took a seat on one of the chairs, before quickly calming down, "It's a good day if you're finally agreeing to see me, Erin."

Erin shot him a smirk, not that he could see it with her scarf covering said mouth, before nodding, "Well, if you ask me to speak to you in the best bar in your side of London, then you've got something to say."

"Before I go on," Fero murmured, waving a waiter over, "How are they?"

"Missing you." Erin murmured, watching as the waiter slowly walked over, "But, you can't go back any time soon, can you?"

Fero sighed, before leaning back, "…I'll go back to when I'm sure that they'll be safe. Till then, This is a lot easier, a lot safer."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain to me. I understand." Erin insisted, watching as Fero finally slipped down onto a chair, one knee still brought up close to him.

"Thank you, for watching them for me." Fero said, voice full of gratitude.

Erin nodded, about to go on, only to have the waiter lady finally arrive, her smile as fake as her wooden teeth, "How can I help y'all?"

"I'll take a whisky," Fero murmured, before pointing to her, "Water."

The lady looked us both over, before nodding, "Coming right up." She said, before leaving.

Erin watched her leave, before leaning forward, "So, down to business, yes?"

Fero looked around, before pulling a file from out of his trench coat, sliding it across the table to her, "It's a brief summary of what my scouts are telling me. They've been reporting that there has been an increase in Ashford guards. They're trying harder to catch you."

Erin nodded, "I know that it must be much worse than that if you call me here."

Fero sighed, looking like he was about to scold her or something, only to have there drinks placed in front of them, "Here y'all are."

Fero nodded in thanks, before waving her off in a way, waiting for her to leave before going on, "It's two other major things. One, there has been in increase of…How do I say this…'new' people."

"…Who now?" Erin asked, taking a sip of her water, only to regret it, the brown water tasting like bitter dirt.

"I don't know who it is, but all of these people are from the same organization; they all have a symbol on them." Fero said, tapping on the top paper. Erin flipped it over, revealing a sort of symbol. It consist of two letters; a T and D, "They all had that symbol on their uniforms, burned into the back of their hands, all that jazz."

"So, borderline cult shit?" Erin murmured, ignoring her , if this was the water in Fero's part of town, what the hell did it taste like in Kiko's? Did she want to know?

"You could say that," Fero said, taking a quick sip from his cup, only to have his face scrunch up. Erin was so happy that he hadn't gotten Erin a whiskey, "They've been scouting on the outskirts of London, but they're slowly closing in on where your base is. They're after you, Erin."

Erin sighed, "Damn, I can't help but feel SO LOVED right now, you know? Everyone seems to want a part of me, there might not be enough of me to go around!"

Fero couldn't help but laugh lightly at her dramatics, "Be quiet, girl. We can't have more attention on us. They're in this side of town as well, Erin. You need to be more careful. It's a large sum of people. If my reports are correct, there is enough to watch over London; but not enough for the higher gangs to notice."

"And Kiko?" Erin asked, looking over the files, only to push them to the side. Most of it was numbers,and numbers meant headaches. This can be Zig's problem.

"Kiko noticed," Fero said, looking over to the door to make sure that no one walked into the bar, "Did you hear? A large fight broke out yesterday; between his gang and these…so called 'Watchers'. From what I gathered, Kiko's gang was forced to pull back. He lost more than half of his men. Never would have thought that I'd see the day that the slums fell out of his hold."

"Serves him right." Erin couldn't help but add in, tone almost gleeful. She didn't care, fuck that guy, "The people there are taking this time to revolt under Kiko's harsh control. He had it coming, in fact, I'm surprised that it hasn't happened till now."

"Well, aren't you just a heartless little thing?" Fero murmured, taking another sip, only to cringe again, "God, I don't know why I keep doing this to myself."

To that, Erin shrugged. She really wasn't one to talk when it came to impulse and self control, "Has your side of London been affected?"

Fero shook his head, "So far, I've allowed them to look, putting a few obstacles here and there of course; but I haven't come face to face with them just yet."

Erin nodded, "Smart move. I'd advise holding off on attacking them; just continue to watch them for now, that would be the best bet."

"Agreed." He murmured, before snapping his fingers, "There is one last issue. It's Gold."

Erin groaned, "…What now?"

"It would appear as if he is also amassing a little group to find you."

Erin's eyes widened, before grabbing at her hair, "What!?"

Fero nodded, "Would you like to tell me what you've done this time? Or am I to assume that he wants to have another lovely chat with you?"

Erin sighed, before telling him everything. Once she got to the deal, Fero groaned, holding his head, "Did I not teach you anything, little arsonist?" He said in his teasing tone, a total contrast to the serious look on his face, "Never make a deal with Gold. If he's offering it, than that means he's either already got a loophole, or he's looking for one."

"…Oh…" She murmured, "Whoops."

"Yes; a very big Whoops indeed…" Fero growled, before holding his face, "You said that he gave you two weeks?"

"Yeah," Erin murmured, holding her head, "Why?"

"When does Gold say your time is up? Next week, correct?" Fero asked, groaning when Erin nodded, "…I don't know what you did, but whatever it was, Gold's taken it as an offense and moved the deadline to the end of this week."

"But that's only two days!" Erin shouted,shooting up from her chair. She was about to go off on some long rant, only to have Fero clear his throat, looking around. In her anger, Erin had almost forgotten that there were other people here, most of which casting her irritated looks.

Grumbling, Erin sat back down, "I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of money!" Erin whisper-yelled, glaring at the cup of water. It seemed to look back, taunting her almost.

God she wanted to set the world on fire.

"First off, what did you do?" Fero questioned. He looked so much older without his insane smirk on his face, a lot more wise then Erin ever thought he could be.

Erin thought it over, not knowing what she could have done. She'd been with Ciel for most of all this week, doing his odd jobs and cleaning up. The only thing that really struck her as odd would have to be the party-.

"…Oh shit."

"Oh shit?" Fero murmured, "What do you mean, 'oh shit'?"

"I might have…had a problem with…Lord Druitt." Erin murmured, rubbing the back of her head, watching Fero's eyes to big and wide, "Do you think-?"

"Yes, yes I do think." Fero moaned, holding his face, before groaning, "He'll go for any reason to have a chance to kill what's left of you! I mean, think about it; you're the only one that isn't under total control. You still act independently, so of course Gold and Gage are going to regard you as a threat!"

'Well what do you suppose I do now? Get on my knees and praise them like gods!?"

Fero gave her a look, before sighing, "Erin...You gotta be more careful. You should know by now, Gold is ruthless"

"I just gotta stay in public, Fero." Erin murmured, sipping her water, "I mean, he has a public image to uphold, right?"

"That won't stop him." Fero murmured, before bringing his voice lower, "Gage was talking about how Gold use to have an assistant; Charles Bradly."

"Heard of him." Erin said, picking at the dirt under her nails, "Heard he got up and left."

"That's the cover story," Fero said, "Gold had Gage spread that story; what really happened was that, apparently, Charles planned on moving away, get married and all. I mean, poor kid was only sixteen. So, Gold had him killed. He tried to run, but his mistake was hiding in a crowd. You know what Gold did?"

"I don't want to know." Erin murmured.

"He had the whole crowd killed," Fero growled in distaste, "His men gunned them all down, and Gold got Lord Druitt to convince the queen that it was a freak accident from the nearby military base, or something. Don't you get it, Erin? They'll kill you, and cover it up. They'll make it so that know one knew you ever existed."

Erin gulped, pulling at her scarf with all of the tension, "As much as I'd appreciate that, I'm pretty good at faking my death already, you know?"

"I'm serious, Erin." Fero sighed, before placing a hand on Erin's shoulder, "Just…Please, I need you to be careful. You're like a daughter to me, and I can't do much outside of trying to lead you. Just…please think it all out before you decide what to do."

Erin sighed, before nodding, "I will, promise. I…I just have a lot to think about."

"If you need to talk it out, I'm here to be a listening ear." Fero insisted, before standing up, "I've held you up here long enough-."

"Oye, hold it roight there."

Erin flinched, the voice a lot more harsh then she was used to, but she still held her normal attitude, "Oh, dear me, are you going to speak to a lady like that?"

She turned around, watching as the last of the three men closed the door behind him. She didn't like the larger-than-life muscles, nor the rough tough faces and gross smirks. One of them smiled a bit to much, his yellowed teeth smelling like death, "Well, you ain't no normal lady now, are ya?"

Fero cursed, before standing up, "Now then, gentlemen! I don't know what my niece might have done to you, but I'm sure that we can sit down and settle this like-."

"Zip it, Fero." Another growled, before pulling out a large jagged knife, "Now, come along, Dusty. Or, we could just take you back in pieces."

Erin laughed, not really caring about the publicity anymore. Hell, with how loud she could get, she was sure that the Chinese knew where and who she was by now, "But this is hardly fair! Three big strong men-."

"Quit yer yapping and come with us," The last one demanded, looking irritated to all hell, "I'd like to have this dead and done with, if you'd please."

"Agreed." Fero murmured, before shooting the bartender a look. The elder's eyes light up, before nodding, sending a signal to a guy walking out, seeming like he wanted nothing to do with this, "But, to save the old guy's place, why don't we take this outside?"

"Nah," The second said, taking out a broken bottle, "We do this now."

"No," Erin smirked, before dashing past them, sliding for the door, before smirking, "You'll have to catch me first."

He heard Fero laugh like the lunatic he was, before Erin dashed out…

…Only to run into a thick chest. She felt like she ran into a trampoline, quickly bouncing back, "Oww, dude, what the fu- Oh, hi there."

She laughed a bit nervously, looking at the seven other guys, each of them bigger than the next.

"Nowhere to run, lass!" The third guy from inside the bar said, the three of them walking out, smug looks on their faces, "Just come with us. It'll be simple and quick."

"Eh…Nah." Erin said with a smirk, looking to the rooftops, "Besides, ain't no party like a street party!"

At the last word, a loud battle cry filled the air, nearly loud enough for Erin to feel the ground quake from under them. She would have been crushed if she hadn't taken a huge step back, watching with near wonder as men leapt down from the roofs above them. Each of them wore a crazy colored blazer over white shirts and black dress pants, making it easy enough to know that it was Fero's gang.

Walking out, Fero came with an upside down cup, a smirk on his face, hat over his head. He sighed, before pulling the hat off, revealing that signature hair and crazed eyes, "I say a street party sounds nice, ay!?"

"Ay!" The rest yelled, taking out their own street weapons.

Fero smirked, before breaking his glass cup, holding the shards so hard, his hand began to bleed, "Pipe'em, lads!"

They all rushed into the fight, surrounding the hulkish men, screaming and whooping like this was there last 'party'. Even Erin couldn't help but laugh, pulling out her cane, before jumping in.

But, as enthusiastic as they all were, they quickly began to fall. These guys knew what they were doing, unlike Fero's gang. Much like her own gang, they were mostly untrained; simply joining for the fun.

Granted, it was murder, but that didn't make it any less fun.

Erin quickly found herself stuck with two of the men, one trying to grab her, while the other took a swipe at the air she was once in. Like a cat, she jumped out at one, scratching him across the face with her nails, before smacking the other across the face.

But, unlike others; they simply seemed more annoyed than hurt.

She tried to fight back, only to be pushed into a corner. Erin groaned, her back slapping up against the stone wall, the men ready to knock her perfectly good teeth out, only to have them groan, falling to their knees.

Fero stood behind them, double guns still smoking, only to have Erin laugh, "Hahaha, yeah! Phone home, motherfuckers; cause you just weren't ready!"

Fero seemed to ignore her, putting his guns back into his belt. It was then that Erin noticed the glass shard wound on his arm, wincing at the glass bits still lodged in there, "You need to leave, Erin! We can only hold them for so long."

Erin shook her head, "But I'm the reason that they're in this part of town to begin with! Lemme help, Fero, please!"

Fero shook his head, before helping her move, "Absolutely not. You need to get out of here now, and prepare." Fero murmured, before pushing her down an alleyway, "Now, I trust that you know the way…Get away from here, get ready for whatever may come for you and your gang. As a leader, you must be the one taking charge, not taking orders."

Erin looked ready to protest, only to watch helplessly as Fero got punched in the back. Fero coughed up some blood, before pulling his guns back out, "I'll try to hold them for as long as I can, but you had better hightail it out on here, now!"

Erin could only nod, before turning around, climbing up the stone wall. The reasonable part of her kept her from jumping back down to help Fero, the fatherly figure of her gang life. She quickly scaled the walls, before making a mad dash across the rooftops, making a beeline for the base.

Ciel would have to learn to wait for a bit; more pressing matters were at hand.

Once she got back to the base, she dashed up to her room, only to run face first into Zig.

"What are you doing here!?" Zig asked, very confused.

Erin breathed in deeply, having had run about nine miles nonstop, "Shit just hit the fan, and there is fecal matter all over the place."

"...What?"

"Shit's going down, dude!"

Zig gave her a look, before sighing, "Spill."

As soon as Erin did, she began to wish she hadn't as she watched Zig's eyebrows knit together. At the end, she looked out the window, "…So, Fero's still back there?"

"Yeah." Erin murmured, tugging at her gloves, before shaking her head, "But that's not the point. I need you to go and get the boys ready. With how it's looking, we're gonna have a war on our hands."

"But I can't, they're only children!" Zig protested, "Maybe half of them can fight, maybe a handful know how to shoot a gun, but even with the spirit we don't have the training and means!"

Erin growled lightly, before holding her head, "…I need all of the leaders to begin to train there teams, including you and Oliver helping. We've got two days maybe-."

"Two days!? What happened to two weeks!?" Zig yelled, only to have Erin sigh.

"We don't have time to speak of it, I need them ready now! Now, I want you, Oliver, Hank and Kian to begin; you tell Kian the second that the day shift gets back."

Zig nodded, knowing what Erin wanted, before walking swiftly down the stairs. Erin sighed, before holding her head. She had a large gang, divided into night and day shift, with five teams each.

Each group alone held fifty boys easy, but they weren't trained. They did this for fun, and because if they didn't they would have died or become child laborers.

Erin groaned, holding her head. She believed that Zig would and could take care of it. But, until then…

Ciel glared holes into Erin's head, "…You're late."

"I'm always late," Erin said, trying to hold up her smirk, "You really think that that'll change?"

"Yes, but you're never a whole three hours late." Ciel murmured, sipping some of his tea, eyeing her suspiciously, "What took you so long?"

"Well…" Erin murmured, rubbing the back of her head, "I've got a life."

"No. You're kidding."

"I kid you not, good sir!" Erin said, taking on a British accent, "I've got a one-of-a-kind life, that of which filled with utmost importance, I'll have you know!"

Ciel scowled, annoyance evident on his face, "…I'm serious, Erin. Where have you been?"

"I don't gotta tell you," Erin murmured, "In fact, I've got to go and clean your shit-."

"Erin; you're beating around the bush." Ciel growled lightly, slowly but surely growing irritated with her, before pinching the bridge of his nose, "…Whatever. Just get going then, get out."

"Ja." Erin murmured, doing a German salute, before walking out. She made sure to close the door behind her, before she began to freak out. With everything that was going on, the day after would most likely be her last. She groaned, holding her head, before walking to her room.

She made sure to close the door behind her, before looking at the room over. There wasn't much in the room that belonged to her, so she didn't need to do much with the room, thank God.

She didn't feel the need to change out of what she was already wearing, instead deciding to look at herself in the mirror. She had dark shadows under her eyes, and her normally vibrant expression was replaced with a line for a mouth.

Damn, no wonder Ciel was a bit cautious.

She looked like she'd been dragged through hell and back.

She sighed, before a knock came to the door, "Ciel, I've told you already, I'm-."

"-Not, Ciel, Erin."

"...What do you want, Sebs?"

"The young master requested me to see you," Sebastian said on the other side of the door, "Is something wrong?"

"Nope, thanks though!" Erin lied in a super sarcastic voice, "I mean, birds are flying, sun's shining, the grass is growing, and I've yet to spontaneously combust! Why wouldn't I be okay!?"

From the other side of the door, she could hear Sebastian sigh, "…May I come in?"

"Umm ...No, I'd rather you not." Erin stammered, feeling cornered, "Umm…Yeah."

It was silent on the other side, before her reply came, "If you insist…Come out when you're ready, we have lots to do today."

Erin sighed, before opening the door, trying to pull a smile onto her face, "Yeah, sure thing, man. Let's go."

Sebastian gave her a look, as if he were trying to question her, but was unsure of how to word it, "…Alright…"

Erin stood outside of a large room, Sebastian leaning slightly on the door, "The young master will be having a music lesson in this room soon. But first, it needs to be cleaned."

"Yeah." Erin murmured, shoving her hands into her pockets, "I can do something like that."

Sebastian didn't like the way her eyes looked so...dull. Like something had sucked the life straight out of them. She hadn't spoken once, no teases, no stupid jokes, nothing.

It was VERY unsettling to see.

Sebastian nodded, before pushing open the door. Erin's eyes grew huge, as she looked the place over. It had dark green wallpaper, a furnace, and multiple instrument cases, "We need the floor swept, the windows cleaned, the furnace needs to be cleared out," Sebastian muttered, going down his mental checklist, "And when all of that is done, we need the instruments to be set up." Sebastian said, not bothering to bat an eye, before giving her a look, "Do you understand?"

Erin nodded, before walking in, "Clean stuff. I've got it all down, Sebs." She mumbled, voice still light.

Sebastian nodded, before looking around, "I need this all done by two; in five hours or so. If you need help, just call."

Erin nodded, before looking around the room. To be honest, this was one of the cleanest rooms in the manor. It wasn't really used, but the place wasn't really clean.

She pulled the drapes open, looking around, before sighing, "...I need a vacation."

Half an hour later, the room was sparkling, along with windows. The instruments were laid out on a table, all of which being stringed instruments.

She couldn't help but pick up the violin, a fond smile on her face. God knew how many hours she poured into learning this instrument. Sure this one was just a bit bigger, and she had no idea how much she still remembered, but it would do.

She needed an escape, just a small one, just for right now.

She picked up the bow for it, resting it under her chin, before she played a note. It was long and low, a nice deep sound, before rushing into a much faster song.

She wasn't sure what the name of the song was, nor who wrote it, but playing it by memory did feel nice.

She simply closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in the melody, before it hit her. She couldn't help but dance around with the song, long steps and sweeps with the drawn out notes, small skips and hops with the short ones.

God, she could remember the little "violin code" she'd memorized from so many years ago. The fun she had with them, how long she'd just piece notes together, happy with whatever decided to come out.

She laughed, playing all of this nonsense, before a voice cleared his throat behind her.

She stopped, her eyes wide, before turning around, "Umm…Hi there, Sebs." Erin laughed nervously, putting the violin down, backing away a bit, "I was just playing it for fun, you know? I wasn't gonna steal it, or something…Hehehe..." She laughed, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

The smirk was enough for Erin to mentally groan. Of course he was going to tease her, "I wasn't aware that tomboy Erin played a girly instrument. So proper, for a gang lord."

Erin's eyes widened, only to have them narrow, cheeks puffing out in a bit of a pout, "Yeah, real funny." She murmured, before giving him a look, "So, you need anything else? Or, did you just come in here to criticize me?"

"No, I'm not that cruel." Sebastian snickered, "At first I assumed that the instructor had somehow managed to show up early and sneak past me. I mistook you for her."

Erin did a double take. Was that...A genuine compliment? From Sebs?

Nope, no way, she was going crazy. If he was giving her a compliment, tease-free, she was sure that nothing here was real.

"Where did you learn?"

"Huh?" Erin muttered, slowly snapping herself out of her own stupor. Get it together, Erin! Now was not the time to get lost like this!

"To play. Where did you learn?" Sebastian repeated, before taking a seat on one of the chairs. If Erin didn't know any better, she would have thought that he was actually interested.

"I had a tutor, way back when I was...I was at home." Erin said, before shrugging, "Honestly, I was quite terrible back then, but a lot of what I know now is what I ended up figuring out and teaching myself."

"Self taught? Never would have thought of you being that talented." Aaaaaaaand there was that backhanded compliment.

"Yeah...Not that it matters much, though." Erin shrugged, looking the violin over, "That was a long time ago. I'm not that person anymore, but it's nice to look back every now and then."

"I'm sure it is," Sebastian said, looking like he was almost pondering something...but that didn't make sense, why would he care? "If I may ask; what makes you so different now?"

"...Sorry?"

"I can't help but think that you've been like, well, this since childhood." Sebastian muttered. Erin suddenly felt very lost in his eyes, like he was pulling something out of her without even really realizing it, "But surely that isn't correct now, right?"

"I spent a lot of time feeling alone. I spent a lot of time alone." Erin muttered, feeling just a bit dazed. Why was she sharing this with him again? She didn't know, but she also didn't stop, "Then I met someone, and she...She helped me see, I guess. She was the first real friend I ever made, not someone forced on me by my parents."

"...But I doubt that you want to hear about that." Erin said, forcing herself to look away. It was suddenly very hot, and she had no idea why.

"...Interesting.
Erin gave Sebastian a confused look, "..Huh?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, ignore me," Sebastian said, quickly standing back up, "It would appear as if I got lost in thought."

"That, or maybe you got lost in my eyes." Erin couldn't help but say, quickly wishing that she had kept quiet. Why, mouth, why?

"I could say the same for you," Was Sebastian's sly remark, before turning towards the door. Nope, Erin's cheeks weren't red, not in the slightest, "By the way, the young master would like to see you for your pay."

Erin nodded, before walking out, "Yeah, thanks, man." She murmured, before making her way for Ciel's office.

The walk there felt like it took forever, like she was walking forward, but not making any progress. It was like she was stuck on some never ending loop, one that there was no beginning or ending to...

She quickly forced herself from her thoughts, before knocking on the door, "Hey, Ciel, you wanted to see me?"

She heard a small "Come in" from Ciel, before walking in. Ciel was reading over a few papers, before putting them down, "Ah, Erin, here for your pay?"

Erin nodded, before Ciel gestured to the small leather pouch on his desk, "I've got a question for you, Erin."

Erin nodded, putting the pouch into her belt pocket, before nodding, "Shoot."

"Why are you acting so…different today?" Ciel asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Erin wasn't unfamiliar with lying, but for some reason, that statement left her mouth feeling dry.

Ciel sighed, giving Erin what almost looked like a pity look, "Erin, you're bad at lying when you're out of it."

"What makes you think I'm out of it?" Erin grumbled.

"For starters, you've called me Ciel, you're taking orders without making any smart remarks…Erin, you'd be lying to yourself to be saying that you're fine."

Erin looked like she was about to say something, only to look outside for a split second, "It's nothing big, Ciel. Seriously, don't read into it too much."

"...If you insist." Ciel grumbled, backing down without too much more of a fight.

Erin seemed to phase out, eyes mentaly distant, "Yeah, so, umm...I know that it's still early in the day, but I need to go."

Why?" Ciel muttered, giving Erin a calculated look.

"It's nothing important, Ciel." Erin murmured, before walking to the door backwards, "Just…dude, I need to go. So, give the other three my regards, tell Sebs that he can go ahead and choke on some ween, all that jazz. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She closed the door before Ciel could say anything else, quickly running for the door and outside.

What made her do so, you ask? Simple.

Someone had sent her a smoke signal from the base. And that could only mean one thing.

It was time.

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