Several readers of this story expressed an earnest wish to see a continuation or conclusion to this story. Since I rather liked the ambiguity, the sense Sebastan might still be out there in the dark haunting Pere LaChaise an attractive idea, so I never did. The few times I considered it I realised I couldn't decide between the happy 'miracle' as most of you called it, and risk giving everyone cavities, and going the other way and risk calling packs of Ciel and Sebastian lovers down on my neck with torches, pitchforks and holy water.

But one reader/reviewer to take Fate in her own hands and the decision out of mine. She gave me this in her lovely review; I give it to you, here. On ffnet she calls herself Kimberly T. and she writes for many fandoms-though this may well be her only Kuroshitsuji. Or maybe I might have seen one or two... you should go over there yourself and see. She's a very good writer. So without more blab, Kimberly's answer to Sebastian's prayer. (And if you too wish to take a crack at writing an ending or continuation from ch 1 and take it in a different direction, write me. If I like it there might be a ch 3.)

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It took seven years.

Seven years, and twenty-nine souls.

Twenty-nine people who happened to be alone in the Père Lachaise Cemetery for one reason or another at what was, for them, the wrong time... a time when Sebastian could sense no Grim Reapers anywhere nearby, for he could not risk any of them catching sight of him or Ciel; could not risk a fight at all, not with his precious burden.

Seven of his victims had been muggers looking for victims, or other criminals fleeing capture. Eleven more had come to the cemetery with flowers and sad expressions, to tend to the graves of their loved ones. Most of the others had not come to the cemetery for any obvious reason that the demon could see, not that he ever bothered to find out. He simply pounced on them, snatched their souls, and let the bodies drop in their tracks while he ran before the shinigami could show up. He carried each precious soul back to where Ciel lay mindlessly waiting, never out of the demon's arms for more than the few seconds it took to pounce on the chosen victim.

Time and again he would carefully pry open the demon-child's mouth and slip the ethereally glowing meal down his throat, with entreaties to feed, grow stronger, and finally wake. Each time, Sebastian accompanied the feeding with fervent apologies for treating Ciel so harshly after he'd been turned into a demon, and with promises to do so much better in the future; to wait on him hand and foot again, to lavish him with loving attention morning noon and night, to do all that and more if he would just wake up.

And with each feeding, a little color would return to Ciel's cheeks, his heartbeat and breathing would grow a little stronger... but the demon-child still would not wake.

Sebastian acquired six souls for feeding to Ciel in the first six weeks, but after that, finding victims became much more difficult; word had spread through Paris that people were being found dead in Père Lachaise without a mark on them, and few people went there alone anymore. Gendarmes made regular sweeps of the area, though they never found the killer; mere mortal policemen had little chance of catching a creature who could sense their approach from a great distance, and who could leap to the top of the Eiffel Tower if he was so inclined.

Early in the manhunt, one gendarme came through alone, with pistol in hand and courage in his stride; he became the eighth soul to slide past Ciel's lips. After that, the patrolmen came in groups as well.

Finally, seven years after that awful morning when Sebastian had woken up alone, after seven years of remembering and repenting and hoping for a miracle that he knew he absolutely did not deserve... He found another potential victim, a woman walking through the cemetery alone at twilight. He spotted the outline of a pistol pressing against the side of her reticule, but that bothered Sebastian not at all, not so long as he made sure Ciel wasn't in danger of being shot with it.

After passing the woman without speaking and marking her apparent path in his mind, he carefully tucked the ever-sleeping boy up in the crook of a tree, and then sped down a path that he knew would intercept her within seconds.

A stray dog that had found its way into the cemetery barked shrilly at him as he ran past-miserable creatures, always barking and slobbering, he still detested the very sight of them-and he spared a split-second to give it a kick and split the beast's head open. But that proved to be a mistake; when he resumed running for his prey, he found that she'd turned at the noise of the dog's barking, and almost undoubtedly had seen him kill it.

His prey being forewarned didn't stop him at all; with Ciel safely away, he had no fear of a few bullets. He ran straight for the woman as she gasped, drew the pistol and started to point it at him-and then dropped it with a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and spread her arms wide in welcome instead.

He skidded to a stop in front of her, and stared. "You... truly wish to die?" he asked in flawless French.

"It's what I came here to do anyway," the woman said, with tears running down her cheeks. "Please, just make it quick?"

"I will, if you'll tell me now that you willingly give up your soul... not for me, but for another one in desperate need of it," as Sebastian's heart leaped in his chest, as hope that had almost died entirely blazed to life once more. A soul freely given, even more precious than one earned by contract...

"I... I do," the woman said, biting her lip but nodding firmly, as fresh tears sprung to her eyes.

"Thank you. I'll make this both quick and as painless as I can," and after another frantic glance around to be sure no Reapers were waiting nearby, he cradled the woman's face in his hands and kissed her, to thank her and to inhale the soul inside her.

After seven years of starving himself while offering each soul to Ciel, it was maddeningly tempting to just swallow the soul in his mouth, so absolutely delicious with despair... but he managed, barely, to restrain himself as he set the woman down gently next to the graveled path. And wonder of wonders, he sensed another soul inside her; a babe yet unborn, not more than three months along. He hurriedly snatched that soul from her already dead womb, and carried both precious gems back to Ciel.

And finally, after being fed both a soul freely given and one entirely innocent at the same time... Ciel opened his eyes. And whispered, "Sebastian? What... you're crying..."