He's Back Chapter 5, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

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Ichigo: Ooh my lord….. _ *glances at Kaname covered in spider webs in the corner*

Kaname: *looks up* Rachna-chan, are you back?

Ichigo: Look what you did Rachna. *shakes head in utter disappointment*

Me: -starts crying- I really have no words to express how deeply sorry I am for such a ridiculously long wait! I told myself that I would never make my readers wait longer than 2 months for an update, no matter what, and then THIS happens! Seriously, I feel so bad now My story isn't all that popular but I can't believe I made my readers wait for 8 F****** MONTHS! Especially when I've read everyone's reviews asking me to update D'X I'm so sorry. You guys have been incredibly patient and devoted to my story, and how do I pay you guys back? By taking 7+ months to update... I'm sorry... :( You guys deserve to know why you've been waiting so long. My life= hell. Junior year started and all of me AP classes are assigning me WAY too much hw and I never had time to write the next chapter. Then over the summer was crazy because I was traveling all over the place and then I had some camps all over the place. I know it sounds like I'm making excuses but I'm not I promise! I can't even thank you guys enough for waiting for my story!

But thank you to all the people who reviewed and who've been adding my story to your favorites and placing my story on alerts! I really appreciate it!

There are a lot of flashbacks into both Ciel's and Sebastian's past in this chapter so look forward to that. I tried really hard to get as much as I could into this chapter because I know some of you guys really want to know what will be going on between Sebastian and Ciel which will be happening from this chapter and on.

Please continue to review so I can write the 6th chapter (which is already being written so you guys don't wait for like a millennium)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, though I wish I did. It all belongs to the great Yana Toboso!

Ciel woke up the next morning feeling sick and drowsy. Not exactly the greatest combination to start the morning off. He lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to adjust his eyes to the blinding light that came in from his windows. Looks like his mother came into his room to draw the curtains. She was most likely already at work, scanning through multiple papers her clients piled on her desk. Rachel Collins was the Vice President of a Candy Company called The Sugar Palace. Though it was a cheesy name, especially in the 21st century, their candies and chocolates were heavenly bliss to him. There wasn't one candy Ciel had tasted that didn't melt in his mouth.

His mother could be a child sometimes, but when it came down to her work, she was dead serious when she had to complete her papers and meet her deadlines for contracts. Of course, her child-like self would never go away, though that was probably one of the reasons Ciel loved his mother so much. However at time when he'd get tired of it, he'd lash out at her. Of course she knew her son never really meant it, but he'd still regret it afterwards.

He turned his head to the right to see look at the time. 11:47 a.m. Wow, he never slept this late before. He was usually an early riser. The latest he ever woke up on a weekend was 8:30 a.m. Even if it was summer break. He reluctantly pulled himself out of the comfort of his bed and walked over to his balcony, needing to breathe in some fresh air.

Walking over to the edge, he leaned his arms on the railing and stared out into the distance. No matter how hard he'd try, the image of the red eyes staring at him from the tree branch from the night before continued to permeate his mind. Sure it bothered him that he had a stalker, but even though he wanted to just forget it, his mind said otherwise. There was obviously something special, to an extent, about this man, otherwise he would've been long forgotten about. But what made him the most nervous was the fact that the man from his dreams and the man from last night were the same. Ciel had simply thought that his dreams were completely random, that they had nothing to do with reality. But they did. And the man from last night proved it. It sent shivers down his spine just thinking about it.

And how did Ciel know that guy's name anyway? Sebastian…That could've been anyone's name. It was such a common name; well for butlers anyway. So what did that mean? That Ciel had a butler stalker? No that didn't sound right at all. This whole incident didn't make any sense to him at all. He just needed to forget about it and continue on with his day. Perhaps he should clean his room up a bit. It was starting to clutter up again. Well that was to be expected considering that's the result of kids getting lazy during summer break. Maybe that would get his mind off of things, and maybe he could meet that black cat from last night.

With the thought of possibly meeting the furry, feline again Ciel walked off his balcony, shutting the window behind him and proceeded downstairs to eat his breakfast.

After completing his breakfast of cinnamon oatmeal and toast, Ciel proceeded back up the stairs with multiple trash bags and sat right beside his bed. He didn't even want to know what horrendous things he'd stashed under his bed after all these years of carelessly throwing things under it. But it was now time to reveal the horror of what lurked beneath Ciel Collins bed.

He lifted the covers up and immediately a revolting smell wafted past his nose. He suddenly let go of the covers and covered his nose. That was absolutely sickening! What the hell did he put in there? This smelled worse than his mom's eggplant lasagna! Nevertheless he had to face it. He lifted up the covers and looked under the bed. He grabbed the nearest object and took it out; he realized the source of the smell was coming from multiple unfinished pizza slices and sandwiches he'd neglected to eat for dinner. Gods this is just disgusting. Mold was growing on top of both foods and little flies were hovering around them ready to devour it. Unable to take in the sight he threw the whole plate into the trash.

Ciel sighed. He looked back under the covers and was utterly disappointed that he couldn't see the light on the other side of the bed. That's how cluttered up it was. His shoulders sagged. This was going to be a long day.

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After about two hours of sorting through the rubbish under his bed Ciel had found multiple items and objects he'd once valued and treasured along with other things he'd decided he'd keep. In terms of the other rubbish, he'd found himself making multiple trips up and down the stairs for more trash bags. He'd ended up filling 13 of them filled with junk. The boy really was an extremely disorganized person. He had to throw away more rotten food he'd found, a broken baseball bat, a pair of baby-sized mittens and gloves from multiple winters ago, boxes upon boxes of clothes which no longer fit him, toys he'd used to play with when he was little, some of which included Barbie dolls, broken nerf guns which must to his dismay he had to throw away as well. Did most teenage boys have a shit load of junk under their beds or was it just Ciel? The under of his bed had somehow turned into his own personal attic at some point.

Exhaling a sigh of relief Ciel took another sip of water and crawled back under his bed. There was only one more box to go. He grabbed the edges and crawled back out. He dusted off all the dust and laid it aside. Taking hold of his trusty knife he ripped open the duct tape which held the box covers together. Placing the knife on his night table, he opened the box and saw multiple framed pictures. Huh? Ciel never remembered boxing up so many framed pictures. He pulled out an elegant, gold frame and blew the dust off it. It took him awhile to adjust his eye to the picture as particles of dust were stuck to his eye. Once he could see, the boy could feel his eyes water up.

The picture was of him and his parents. He looked to be about 2 years old in the picture. He was sitting on his dad's lap with a great big smile on his face. His dad had his arms wrapped around Ciel's waist and looked at the camera smiling with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Rachel was standing behind Vincent, her hands placed on top of his shoulder. He glanced down at the box and saw DAD written in a faded black sharpie across the side. Of course. He turned his attention back to the picture. Drops of tears splashed onto the glass frame as Ciel's mouth quivered. They all looked pretty dressed up for the picture, more so than any normal family would. But then again, Ciel's family was far from normal; he was far from normal.

FLASHBACK

Today was the day. The day Rachel was going to give birth to hers and Vincent's first child. She had been cutting vegetables when suddenly she heard a splash noise. Looking down she noticed water trickling down her legs and forming a puddle under her.

"V-Vincent…!" Rachel hesitantly cried out. The knife suddenly slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. She was unsure of it at first, but the sudden feeling in her stomach said otherwise. Her water just broke. Seconds later, a man dressed in a white button down shirt and slacks with blue messy hair came rushing to the kitchen.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Vincent asked worriedly. He held his wife's hand and gently turned her face towards him.

"M-my water broke," she hesitated at first but finally got it out.

"What? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," Rachel said in a confident yet tired tone. Her knees suddenly gave way and she fell. Vincent caught her half-way, picked her up bridal style and quickly rushed to the car. He carefully buckled his wife in the back seat and hopped into the driver's seat and zoomed out of their driveway. It usually took him 45 minutes to get to the nearest hospital but considering the situation at hand Vincent had to hurry. The painful moans and groans coming from that back seat fueled Vincent to step on the gas and break all speed limits to get to their destination. It took them 24 minutes until they arrived at the hospital. Vincent burst into the building yelling out for help for his wife. Moments later doctors and nurses came rushing out of the hallway with a stretcher. They carefully placed Rachel on and rushed her to the nearest delivery room. They laid her out on the bed as she yelled out in pain. Vincent was immediately at her side, desperately clinging onto her hand, whispering supportive words in her ear.

A nurse made her way to the end of the bed after dressing Rachel in the appropriate attire.

"Ok ma'am just gently push but don't rush it." Rachel simply did as she was told and tried hard to push the life out of her. She'd spent 6 minutes trying to push the child out of her stomach.

"That's it ma'am you're almost there!" the nurse yelled out in excitement. Only moments after did high-pitched cries resound through the room. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Her face and body were covered in sweat and she was on the verge of sleep. The nurse came around the bed and gently and carefully handed the baby to Rachel.

"It's a boy," she said calmly. Rachel looked down and admired her new born son. She couldn't help but smile. She did it. She really did it. There was now a new edition to the family.

"Ciel," Rachel said. "We'll name you Ciel. Ciel Collins." Vincent gave her a smile and a nod of approval. This truly was the happiest day of their lives. But it wasn't going to last forever; all good things had to come to an end.

It had been two years after Ciel was born. He'd learned to finally stop crawling around and walked on his own feet without the assistance of either of his parents. He could speak but only the most basic of words like 'mama', 'papa' and his favorite foods. As he grew, Rachel and Vincent had realized that Ciel's looks had descended from both sides of the family. He had navy blue hair just like his father and his face was long like Vincent's as well. His eyes were the only thing that connected him to Rachel. The shape of them were almost identical. His eyes were a beautiful deep blue that could attract so many people, yet scare them away. Rachel and Vincent had assumed it to be a birth defect but the nurses and doctors firmly denied it. Something that….horrendous looking couldn't be innate. Although Ciel's eyes were blue, that only remained true for his left eye. His right eye, however, was practically the definition of abnormality. It was a bright purple in the background instead of white. Where his pupil should've been was an odd mark. One that was the cause of scaring so many people away. There was a dark purple circle which had spikes located on the curves of the circle. On the borders of the circle, both outside and inside was some inscription of some sort. It wasn't in English; it looked to be an ancient looking language that no one could decode. Inside the circle was a lavender star. Because of this defect Rachel had made Ciel wear a black eye patch so as to make himself look normal. But who could look normal walking around with an eye patch? It only warded people off.

Over the two years since Ciel was born, the more and more the mark started to develop in Ciel's eye the more distant Vincent had become mentally, emotionally and physically. He'd stay at work later than usual; he'd be going to more and more parties thus neglecting family time with Rachel and Ciel. Sometimes he'd come back drunk to the point of shouting nonsense to Rachel while the smell of alcohol dripped out of his mouth. When he'd spot Ciel hiding in the corner, he'd roughly grab the poor boy by his hair, rip off the eye patch and show it to Rachel.

"Do you see this? Do you see this Rachel? This is the reason why I can't stand to be in this house any longer! This son you gave birth to is a monster!" Vincent wouldn't stop yelling. Even when his voice was starting to become hoarse he refused to stop scolding his wife. Ciel was practically dangling in the air while Vincent carelessly and violently waved him around like a stuffed animal in front of Rachel. Even Ciel's cries begging his father to let him go couldn't get through to Vincent. "Every day I have to come home to this abomination and all I think is that this thing is not my son! My son wouldn't have this horrendousmark in his eye. He wouldn't scare off so many of our friends. He wouldn't look like someone else's child! MY SON ISN'T A BOY WHO'S SATAN HIMSELF!"

SLAP!

It took a moment for the man to realize what had just happened. A large red mark started to form as Vincent unconsciously let go of Ciel's hair. The boy dropped to the floor with a thud and hastily scurried to his mother's side and desperately clung to her legs as tears poured down his face. Vincent looked at Rachel with a surprised and confused expression on his face.

"Don't you dare affiliate my son with the devil! How dare you even cross the line by saying he isn't even your son! We made the decision to have a family by having Ciel and you were supposed to be ready for it. Which included accepting Ciel even if he had any defects; even if he wasn't like every other normal child." By this point Rachel had tears streaming down her face, her eyes were blood red and she was panting as if she'd just run for hours. "Ciel is a part of this family and you will accept him for who he is, not what he is. If you can't accept that then you're no longer welcome in this house or this family." Rachel stated firmly. She really believed that she'd accepted the right man into her life when she said 'yes' to him all those years ago. She really thought that they could create a family together without having to form any obstacles. Well for 9 years she'd been under the false impression. Her dreams had been shattered by this one man who couldn't even accept his own son.

Vincent glanced at the quivering form behind Rachel, then at the mark in his eye. He couldn't be his son. There was no way in hell that a child who looks like a demon could ever hope to be his son. This...this thing which Rachel so lovingly called her son was clearly possessing her yet she sided with it instead of him. It was breaking everything apart. Too angry at everything that was happening, Vincent lifted his foot and roughly kicked Ciel in the stomach, sending him flying into the wall leaving behind a small smear of blood.

"CIEL!" Rachel cried out. She sprinted to her son's side, carefully lifted the wailing boy into her arms and cradled him. "You Monster! Try taking a good look at yourself before accusing other people of what you really are! Get out! GET THE HELL OUT!" Rachel screamed on the top of her lungs. She was crying to the point where her shirt was getting drenched in her tears. Vincent was panting in anger.

"You will regret this one day Rachel. Mark my words the more you get closer to that thing the more you will get hurt!" With that final statement, Vincent left the room.

The next day the man was nowhere to be found. All of his personal items and clothes were missing. His car was no longer in the garage where it usually was. When she'd tried calling his phone, a voice always replied back saying the number was no longer in use. Rachel started to worry, but she really had no reason to. If he'd stayed one moment longer in this house he would've abused Ciel with no mercy. On the breakfast table was a note and an envelope signed to Rachel. Scribbled on the note was, "Use wisely". She opened the envelope to see multiple checks and cash to take care of the bills and rent. At least he had some humanity left in him. Once she placed it safely in the drawer Rachel climbed the stairs to her room to see Ciel sleeping peacefully on the pillow. After Vincent left the night before she's treated Ciel's head wound and laid the child to sleep. Ciel would now have to grow up without fatherly love, without a father to bond with. But with that man gone, hopefully they'd be able to live their lives peacefully.

END FLASHBACK

Recalling the past Ciel's face was drenched in tears. They trickled down his face and fell onto the framed picture which was now covered in a pool of the boy's tears. Ciel sniffled as he willed himself not to cry over his heart-breaking past. He hadn't even spared a single thought about his father over the years but he had every reason to do so. No good came from that man; he and his mother had to suffer through so much because Vincent was no longer in the house. There would be multiple nights where Ciel wouldn't be able to sleep because he could hear his mother crying from down the hall. Rachel had taken quite a toll from Vincent's absence but there wasn't a thing she could do. Ciel had been her number one priority. She had to make up for the lack of a father throughout Ciel's childhood until he could cope without him. Ciel is only 14 years old yet he doesn't wish for fatherly love. He's not demanding nor does he cause trouble for Rachel. Sometimes she was under the impression that Ciel had taken a larger toll than she had but she was never sure because Ciel never voiced it.

Ciel stashed the picture back into the box, closed the lid and pushed it back under his bed. No more sad thoughts Ciel. It's a done deal. There's nothing you can do about it now. The boy stood up and walked towards his door.

CRACK!

Ciel's body visibly stiffened at the abrupt sound. What was that? It came from somewhere distant but it was definitely from somewhere in his house; it was more of an echo. His ears were now alert for any more noises but none were audible. Maybe he unintentionally cracked a joint or something? No otherwise he would've felt something in his body. Perhaps a bird? Well that was even more stupid, what kind of bird would make that kind of sound? He desperately hoped nothing...bad was happening but somewhere in the back of his head said otherwise.

BANG!

Ciel visibly jumped in fear. It was coming from the front door from the sound of it. Someone was trying to break into his house!

Ciel's body temperature gradually increased as he tried to run through the standard procedure in his head. Knowing Ciel's mother she'd gone through this plenty of times with him, so why was he blanking out now of all times when he actually needed it? What was he supposed to do? Ok Ciel, calm down. Maybe it's just your imagination a-and you just heard things.

The front door suddenly flew open and banged loudly against the wall, breaking the expensive glass in the process. Now the boy was scared out of his wits. He had never been stuck in this situation before. For heaven's sakes he lived in the middle of nowhere! His mansion was cut off from the rest of the town for good reasons, this situation being one of them. He never had to worry about his house being broken into because he lived miles from the rest of the community.

He heard voices from downstairs and started to freak out. He hastily scanned his room for any method of communication he could utilize to call 911. Dammit there wasn't a phone in his room! Great. Just great! He had no choice. He stealthily crept out of his room on his tip-toes so he wouldn't alert the intruders. He didn't want them knowing there was a defenseless 14-year old boy at home with no parents…or rather mom to protect him. As soon as he was out in the hallway, he made his way to his mother's bedroom and shakily grabbed the phone. He clutched it tightly and returned to his room but stopped.

A thought came to mind. Who were these intruders anyways? They had to be pretty enthusiastic to breaking into his house if they traveled all the way here. He lived about 30 miles away from the nearest highway. They had their own highway exit that led to his house and nothing else. Most people didn't take it since there wasn't a sign that pointed out where the exit would lead to. But these people were clearly different and it intrigued Ciel. Curiosity got the best of him. He cautiously tip-toed to the balcony and hid behind the wall to poke his head out and catch a glimpse of these people.

The door was just barely hanging from the top hinge. Behind the door were large, noticeable black streak marks from the door's impact with the wall. Glass shards were scattered across the marble floors and some even made it to the first couple of steps of the grand staircase. Wooden splinters from the door were littered all over the place. It was a messy disaster. He wasn't going to be stuck cleaning it up.

In the midst of the dust were four people, two whom he recognized, much to his unwanted surprise. They were from the Ramen restaurant he ate lunch at earlier that day! There was that crazy girl with the odd magenta colored hair wearing the same blue dress with a white apron on top. She wasn't wearing those big, round glasses though. Meirin was her name, if he remembered correctly. The other boy he didn't recognize. He was a short blond-haired boy with green eyes. He wore a dirty white shirt, a pair of yellow checkered pants and a hat was tied around his shoulders. Weird.

Much to his horror, another man walked into his house with a huge cannon looking thing. Thought so. That's most definitely the crazy cook. At least he didn't set my house on fire with his flamethrower. Bard walked in with a burned afro and a pair of soot-filled goggles.

"Bard, was that cannon necessary?" Meirin asked. Based on her tone, she was clearly tired of having to put up with Bard's risky tactics to completing tasks.

"Yeah, we don't want to scare the Bocchan! We're supposed to complete the mission without causing too much raucous!" The blonde-headed kid retorted back in a loud whisper.

"Ah come on Finny! How else were we supposed to get through the front door huh? If you ask me, my method just gets the job done faster and easier! And it's efficient!" Bard rebutted. Seriously why did everyone always have to look down on him and his way of doing things? He was a military man for god's sakes, what else could they expect of him?

"Opening the front door like any normal person would've been fine Bard, considering it was unlocked in the first place," a deep voice from nowhere said. A sudden shiver ran down Ciel's spine. He recognized that voice. He didn't remember from where, but it definitely game him a bad feeling. He strained his neck beyond the pillar to catch a glimpse of the person. He wished he didn't.

A tall man, approximately 6'1", walked in through the damaged entryway and stood next to Meirin and Finny. He wore black leather pants and a black button shirt with the first few buttons open, revealing his white undershirt. He wore cleanly polished black shoes and had messy black hair that fell on the sides of his face. The all too familiar red eyes scanned the area in front of him and a frown adorned his face.

"Really now Bard, shooting a rocket at the front door is simply an immature and reckless way to carry out simple tasks. We don't want to alert him now do we?" the man asked with a smooth tone. Bard looked off into the distance pretending not to hear the man's warning.

Ciel's eyes widened. Sebastian. That's Sebastian. The man from my dreams and the man from the store this morning. Why is he here with those other people?

"Bard?" the man said menacingly.

"Y-yes! I'll take precautions next time!" the cook immediately said. The butler simply rolled his eyes. Hopefully there won't be a next time.

"Alright you three, listen up. We've gone over the plan plenty of times now so you know what to do. If one of you finds Ciel alert me immediately but do not scare him off. We don't need him unnecessarily calling the police or any other sort of help. I want to carry out this mission swiftly and with the least amount of damages. Do I make myself clear?" the man asked confidently and sternly. The three servants lined up in single file order and saluted.

"Yes sir!" they stated in unison. Each one of them set off in a separate direction and commenced their search for the boy. Meanwhile, Ciel hurriedly rushed back to his room. He softly but swiftly closed his door and slid down. They were after him! Sebastian and those three lunatics were here to kidnap him! What was he going to do? He hugged his knees to his chest as his body started quivering and shaking. The poor boy was scared out of his wits. He nervously took the phone in his hands, shakily dialed 911 and held the phone to his ear. After a few moments a man picked up the receiver.

"Hello, this is 911. What's your emergency?" a deep voice resounded on the opposite end of the line. It sent more adrenaline rushing through Ciel's body as he felt his temperature rise at a sweltering pace. As stupid as it sounded, it dawned on him that he really was calling 911. Rachel always told Ciel to be careful and call them in cases of an emergency but he'd never been in this situation before and was therefore unsure of what to expect.

"H-hello. There are p-people who just…..b-broke into my home a-a-nd I'm home alone and mymomisn't homeandIdon'tknowwhattodoandI'mscared (1)-" Ciel started venting so quickly until his words were muddled together.

"Woah there ok ok, just calm down alright. There are people who broke into your house and you're home alone?" the officer asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

"Y-yes. M-my mom isn't at h-home now," Ciel said, trying to take in deep breaths so calm his nerves. "I live on Weston Estates Way, i-in Morrisville. I'm in the b-big house a-at the end of the s-street," Ciel added.

"Ok. Don't worry, we're on our way now. Stay in one place and don't move around too much. We'll be there shortly!" the officer said and then abruptly hung up. Ciel released a sigh and turned the phone off. He was happy help was on the way now but how long would they take to get here? He lived 45 minutes away from the nearest police station. Now all he could do is wait for the police to come for him and hope desperately that the intruders wouldn't find him until then. He laid his head on his knees and desperately prayed help would come soon.

Finny was found in the backyard to searching for Ciel. Fat chance he'd actually be there.

"I wonder what Ciel-Bocchan is like now," Finny pondered as he strolled through the garden. "It's been 200 years since we've seen him. I bet he still has that temper of his. Oh but I do hope he's a little taller compared to before. He was rather short for his age." The blonde boy continued to walk through the garden looking for any signs of Ciel. Well, kind of. He was really just admiring the rose garden and all the plants and trees.

"Uwah! Bocchan's taste in flowers and plants hasn't changed one bit! It's still the same garden like in the Phantomhive Manor!" Finny exclaimed quite excitedly. He skipped around complimenting every single plant that came into sight. His skipping soon turned into furious running as he sprinted across every corner of the garden, intent on seeing every plant, flower and tree that he passed. Once he arrived at the gazebo he twirled around in circles in excitement as pink, red and white roses swirled around in his view. When he stopped to look out into the garden he shrieked.

"AH! No way!" the boy shouted. He neglected to walk on the carefully structured stone pathways and instead trampled on the plants and flowers themselves thus leaving a crushed, lop-sided, and partially dead garden. Even the trees had been knocked over by the boy's enthusiasm. Everything looked, well….lifeless now because he practically crumpled everything he stepped on.

"Uh-oh. Sebastian-san isn't going to be too happy with me," Finny said in a worried tone. Oh this wasn't good. Sebastian's temper was still the same, if not worse than before. The gardener look around him to make sure said butler was nowhere near the garden. He didn't want to be scolded again even though they were hardly 10 minutes into the mission. "Well seeing as Ciel-Bocchan isn't in the garden, I-I guess I'd better head back and help inside the house." With that Finny hurriedly took off, unaware of Sebastian's hard stare through the window. That boy, he'll never change.

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Meirin was walking down the long, winding corridors of the huge mansion. Needless to say, she was lost. Of course she was, this wasn't the Phantomhive Manor so naturally it didn't have the same layout as she expected. There were multiple paintings disseminating the walls on top of 19th century looking wallpaper. Tables were on either side of the hallway with two chairs on either side of them. Multiple mirrors could be seen and it made the maid quite anxious. What was 15 minutes felt like hours of wandering around the house trying to find a room where Ciel could be in.

"Ohh what am I supposed to do? I can't find Bocchan anywhere!" the maid complained. Somehow her glasses appeared to be situated on her face once more. Her strides became more panicked as she rushed through the hallways, eager to find at the least a room to calm her nerves. She took a right at the end of the hallway and stopped. In front of her was a grand door, about twice as tall as she was. Finally, a room! Meirin rushed towards the door, hastily grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.

She walked into what was the dining hall. It was no ordinary 21st century dining hall you'd find anywhere. No it was a Victorian style set. The chandelier was as grandeur as it was in the Phantomhive Manor. The table could sit nearly 100 people and the proper table ware was set at each seat; the chairs were even fit for kings and queens. Lights scaled the walls on both sides of the hall and burgundy wall paper adorned the walls. It was quite a breathtaking scene, even for one who has already experienced the luxury of the Phantomhive Manor. This was almost an exact replica if not better.

Meirin walked towards the table and admired the plates and silverware. She'd noticed this quite a while ago but she never voiced it. Somehow, almost every other night the silverware at the Phantomhive Manor had always gone missing. It was as if they'd grown legs and just walked out of the cabinets and off into the night. She'd never fully figured it out, but at least the silverware was intact here and well…not missing.

Oh how she missed the days when she was maid. Even though she did break virtually every plate in the kitchen by tripping and falling which only ever resulted in yet another scolding from Sebastian. But she'd brushed up her skills at the ramen shop with all those heavy bowls filled with delicious ramen noodles. Surely by now she'd be able to carry simple plates without any food.

The eager maid ran to the table and started at the head. She picked up the first plate and started to make her way down the table, picking up the plates and stacking them on each other. By the time she could no longer take more plates she'd emptied the entire side of the table. She attempted to balance the 50 plates with both hands which, at first, seemed to be a piece of cake. After a few minutes, her arms started to shake and the plates wouldn't stop swaying. Now she was running all over the place struggling to keep the plates balanced.

"Oh no!" Meirin yelled. The maid suddenly tripped over her untied shoelaces and fell face first onto the floor followed by several plates crashing down onto the carpet. Numerous glass shards of fine china were now scattered across the floor. Uh oh. Meirin shakily got up and looked at the messed up floor. I better go before Sebastian-san sees this mess. The poor maid scurried out of the dining hall, not noticing the pair of red eyes that furiously glared at the closed door.

Sebastian hung upside down from the chandelier as he tried to calm his demonic nerves. He released the grip his legs had on the chandelier and skillfully landed on the floor unscathed. He released an irritated sigh as he looked down at the mess Meirin had yet again caused. Even after 200 years she still can't get her act together. I suppose I should make sure Bard isn't causing any havoc wherever he is.

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Now this is what I'm talking about! After spending so much time aimlessly walking around, the cook finally found his home: the kitchen. To his surprise, much like the rest of the mansion, the kitchen was almost a replica of the kitchen in the Phantomhive Manor. Well that made it easier to move around andexplore.

The kitchen was about the same size as the old one if not a tad bigger. A rectangular island was situated in the middle of the kitchen which surprisingly left quite a bit of room for walking. On his left was a counter shaped like a trapezoid. Four large cabinets lined the bottom and three were positioned above the counter. On the wall were small pots and pans of varying colors. Bard walked to the pantry located to the left of the counter, opened the door handle and turned on the lights. He was amazed at the beautiful, delicious sight before him. In front of the chef were rows among rows of shelves filled with food. Breads, jams, dried pasta in packages, vegetables and so much more were neatly stacked among the shelves with proper lighting illuminating them for the chef to see. This was simply incredible! Even the pantry in the Phantomhive Manor wasn't this impressive. Bard found himself literally drooling at the sight before him. Though he was tempted to take a step forward and ravish the aisles he willed himself otherwise. No I can't. I have to find Bocchan! He turned the lights off, closed the door and sighed. Well he had to carry out the mission…but how could he when his baby was perfectly reconstructed before his eyes? He'd only explore for a little bit more before going out to find Ciel. A few minutes exploring the kitchen wouldn't hurt right?

Counters were constructed to the walls on either side of the kitchen. Cabinets lined the bottom and were placed above all the counters as well. He could see through the glass the incredibly expensive China that was neatly stacked in the cabinets. Tea cups were placed upside down and saucers were located one level below. Thank goodness Meirin doesn't work here. He walked until he stopped in front of the front part of the kitchen where his real home was located: the stove.

"Ahh! My honey~!" Bard cried out in joy as he practically threw his upper body on top of the stove top. Said object had 10 iron sittings, 5 on the first row and 5 on the bottom row. The knobs were situated in the proper areas just below the stove. The mechanics of it looked fairly simple. Maybe he could cook something in celebration of finding their Bocchan…? No! Sebastian would be absolutely furious to find Bard slacking from his job. He already got scolded for destroying the kitchen back at the Ramen restaurant by Meirin, Finny and unfortunately Sebastian. He should probably avoid another casualty.

He took a deep breath in and sighed. Why did he always have to cause trouble? Wait, it really wasn't his fault in the first place that stoves couldn't cook fast enough anyways so he really didn't need to worry about anything. He crouched down and opened the cabinet located directly below the stove. In it was located the weapon of mass destruction. Bard eagerly grabbed hold of the weapon as he stood admiring the beauty. A wide grin spread across his face as he pulled the trigger, feeling the heat from the flames that issued from the nozzle roll over him. The raw destructive power in his hands added its own seductive heat to the experience.

"Ah yeah! I'm back in business!" Bard danced around the kitchen, carelessly aiming the flame thrower all over the place without realizing it. The flames danced in the air as the cook swung it around, over-joyed to be reunited with the inanimate object which Sebastian and the others, including Ciel, had come to despise and sooner or later confiscated throughout his cooking career. As he continued prancing around, he finally realized there was something which smelled quite…..odd. Like something was burning. What could it be? Bard looked around and found that the flames had reached a large piece of tapestry which was now set aflame.

"Oh shit!" Bard shouted. He hastily turned the flame thrower off, carelessly threw it to the ground and rushed over to the tapestry hanging on the wall. He took in huge breaths and tried blowing the fire away but it only ended up making it all the more bigger. The cook could feel the sweltering heat against his face; it started to feel like he was melting. Sweat started to form on his brow and trickled down his face. He reeled around, ran to the nearest cabinet and hastily snatched a mixing bowl. Running to the sink he filled it up with cold water and threw it onto the tapestry. The water flew in the air and splashed against the flames, quickly dousing it. A soft hiss was audible as the fire was replaced with steam seeping out of the now drenched tapestry. Bard wiped the sweat off his face with his arms as he returned the mixing bowl to the sink. He opened the window located right above the sink to let some air in in order to freshen up the room. The cook let out a sigh of relief, thankful he managed not to burn down the kitchen.

"Geez," the cook complained. At least he was getting better at this. He'd just wasted a good 20 minutes fooling around in here. Sebastian wouldn't be too pleased if he found that his cook had been messing around in the kitchen…again. He rushed to the exit and into hallway, and randomly decided to go right hoping it would take him somewhere where he wouldn't cause any more trouble.

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Sebastian casually strolled through the hallways, desperately trying to sense where Ciel was. Since the contract was still in place, he'd still be able to sense the child even if the connection was weak. From the moment he detected the boy's rebirth into the world, he set out in frantic need of finding his charge. It took him 10 years to finally realize the boy was no longer in England, or in any part of Europe or the eastern hemisphere for the matter. No, the boy had been reborn in America. 4 years it took him to find Ciel in the vast country. Days after the boy's rebirth, the demon could no longer sense where the boy was. The boy's presence was apparent after two years but it was still faint. Only until recently did his hand start to burn with so much passion that he knew his Bocchan was calling out to him whether he was aware of it or not. Sebastian wasn't going to let this chance go; not after years of searching for his soul mate.

The mansion was very similar to the Phantomhive Mansion much to the demon's surprise. But then again it felt nostalgic; he could only think that Ciel had a say in part of its architecture. He always was a brilliant kid for his age. The only things that were different were the wallpaper, the paintings and the carpets. They were more modern than anything else, yet they still had the 'Victorian' touch to it.

It'd been about 35 minutes since they arrived and Sebastian couldn't find the boy on the first floor. Which could only mean he was somewhere on the second floor. Taking a left at the end of the hallway, the butler found himself standing once again in the main entrance. The chandelier shined brightly, giving the tiles below a brilliant gleam. The only thing that ruined the scene was the rocket embedded into the wall adjacent to where he was standing. Sebastian glanced outside; it was gradually getting darker. The sun was still visible but it wouldn't be long until evening would arrive. Sebastian took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. 5:37. It won't be long until Rachel would come home. He needed to hurry.

He ascended the grand staircase and continued down the hallway until he could find Ciel. He passed door after door, but none of them were Ciel's. Figures. Bocchan always liked his room to be secluded from the rest of guest rooms. Sebastian kept walking until he suddenly stopped. The back of his left hand started to burn; though only slightly. He's getting closer. He looked to his right to see a desolate hallway with only a single door in view. He excitedly, but calmly walked towards the door, knowing fully well that that's where his Bocchan would be. He started to smell the panic and despair emanating out of the door. The demon smirked. Found you Bocchan.

Ciel was curling up with his pillow under the poor protection of his blanket. What was only 40 minutes since the intruders arrived felt like painful hours of apprehension and fear. The poor boy couldn't help the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach or the fact that it felt as it his heart had somehow jumped to his throat. But Ciel wasn't scared of the unknown blond-haired boy, or the magenta-haired girl. He wasn't scared one bit of the idiot cook, though he was a little worried about him setting his house on fire or worse, making it explode. It was Sebastian. The first time he'd seen the demon was at the supermarket and he found it suspicious enough that he recognized the guy. He suddenly blushed. There really was no reason for Sebastian to show up in his dreams before he encountered him. It still confused him to no end: why were he and Sebastian in the same dream? Why did the scene seem so unreal yet…nostalgic? It was like he was really there with Sebastian standing in front of him dressed as a butler. Why did he feel like he didn't know the strange man yet he felt so close to him? Like…they were meant to be together? There were so many questions but no answers to satisfy Ciel.

A knock at the door suddenly broke the boy out of his thoughts. He bolted out of his comfortable position into a sitting position and stared with frightened eyes at the door. Moments went by but the boy didn't hear anything else. Maybe it was his imagination?

"Ciel?" a voice called out. The boy in question visibly tensed at the sound of his name. There was no doubt about it. Sebastian was standing on the other side of the door. But how did he know his name?

He started to sweat excessively. His body temperature was rising and his heart was racing beyond imagination. He hesitantly swung his legs over the bed, and stood up. He slowly walked towards the door until he was only a foot away.

What would happen if he opened the door? Would he get killed? Abused? Worse, even raped? As all these negative thoughts circulated through his head, another one invaded his mind. What if Sebastian was here just to see Ciel? As weird as it sounded to him, it did make some sense. First he dreamt about the man, then he bumped into him at the supermarket, and now said man is standing outside his door. It seemed like fate was drawing them together. Perhaps some good could come from this encounter. Ciel was after all desperate to know the connection he had with this man. He raised his arm and moved to open the door.

"Bocchan," Sebastian whispered in a desperate, husky voice. Ciel suddenly stopped his hand as soon as it touched the handle. Bocchan? What? Did Sebastian just refer to him as young master? More questions started flooding into Ciel's mind: What does he mean Bocchan? Does that explain why Sebastian was dressed as a butler in his dream? What does that say about the relationship between the man and him now? And then that one question Ciel tried desperately tried to block out of his mind ever since he first saw Sebastian standing next to the front door invaded his thoughts: Why is he after me?

Tears had brimmed in Ciel's eyes, and threatened to fall over any minute. He didn't want the answer to it; he was too scared to know, to face an impossible reality that was never meant to be. Wet streaks trickled down the boy's face as he slowly backed away from the door. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to meet a stranger who somehow has an unexplainable relationship with him.

"Ciel? Ciel are you there? Please open the door," Sebastian said in a calm yet urgent voice. He began knocking on the door and tried to open the door but failed.

That's when Ciel finally realized the pain that erupted in his right eye. He clutched his eye patch hoping the pain would go away. Why was it reacting like this after 14 years? Never in his life had it harmed him once, not even when he was in danger so why now? That's when he felt liquid oozing out of his eye and down his face. But they didn't feel like tears; it felt thicker. When he wiped his face to see what it was, his hands were covered in a red substance.

He rushed to his bathroom, opened the door and scrambled to look at himself in the mirror. Blood rushed down his porcelain face, traveling down to his neck and staining his clothes. His eye began to sting; there was this excruciating pain which engulfed his eye but he couldn't yell out. The last thing he wanted to do was to alert Sebastian. He threw his eye patch at the ground and breathed heavily. Something was happening and he had a feeling it was because of the man on the other side of the door.

"CIEL!" an impatient, angry voice yelled out.

Alarms started ringing in Ciel's mind telling him to get out of his room before Sebastian broke through the door. Ciel ran over to his balcony and opened the doors to make an escape. He rushed across the terrace and stopped once he reached the edge. What was he supposed to do? His heart started beating a million beats per second as he ran through the possible scenarios of how to escape. But all he could come up with was one escape plan. It wasn't the best one ever, it wasn't safe; hell, in all probability he could die from such reckless actions, but it had to be done.

Ciel hesitantly climbed over the railing of the balcony and stood on the other side as he desperately clung to the rail. The wind fervently blew past him sending shivers all over his body. He looked down and gulped. His room was 3 stories high, which was probably about 50 meters above ground. There was no way he was going to survive a jump like this. Even though there were grass and thickets as far as the eye could see, it wouldn't have much of a positive impact on the results of the damage. But it was his only choice. He wasn't going to linger in his room to wait for Sebastian to capture him. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he jumped.

It was of course against Sebastian's aesthetics to enter someone's room without permission, but he knew without a doubt that Ciel was no longer in front of the door. His presence wasn't as strong as it was just moments ago. Where was he? He took hold of the knob, ready to turn it and burst in but he hesitated for a split second. How many times had he been in this exact same position? Always ready to enter Ciel's study or bedroom without even knocking? How many times had he wanted to simply just walk in uninvited into his Bocchan's room and embrace him despite the young boy's protests? All those times he was a breath away from doing so. But it would've been improper for a butler of the Phantomhive household to do so. It was no way for him to act. Besides, a merciless, heartless demon like him was not supposed to harbor feelings for his master; much less a mere 13-year old boy who had yet to hit puberty. But all those thoughts were now buried deep within the past. He had overcome so many obstacles just to reach this point and he wasn't going back.

The locked door was forced open, hitting the adjacent wall with a loud bang! Sebastian took a few steps into the room expecting to find Ciel hiding in some corner of the large, spacious room. But he was nowhere to be seen. The demon just smirked. He knew where he was. It's where he'd always hide in times of danger; this one was no exception. He casually walked to the child's bed and threw the multiple bed covers and pillows onto the floor only to be greeted with a pure white mattress. Well there goes his theory. Confused, Sebastian firmly gripped the edge of the bed frame with both of his hands and painlessly threw it, along with the mattress across the room not really caring about the mess he'd created or the marks on the expensive wall. When he looked down he realized the boy wasn't even found hiding under the bed. There was only a brown box that Ciel wouldn't have any hope of fitting into. Sebastian's eyes widened and his brow wrinkled. What? His eyes scanned the room for anymore possible hideouts. He rushed over to the bathroom, hastily threw the light switch on expecting to find Ciel there, but alas the boy was still nowhere to be found. He wasn't hiding in the bath tub, hell he wasn't even crammed into the claustrophobic spaces in the cabinets that lined the walls.

Walking out of the bathroom Sebastian scanned the room for any other modes of possible escape. There wasn't a closet as Ciel had only a dresser. Then where did he go? As Sebastian pondered hard about the whereabouts of his master he suddenly felt a draft of cool air breeze past him. He looked up to see where the wind was coming from. Worry immediately began to fill his entire being as adrenaline rushed through his body. The doors leading to the balcony were wide open. That could only mean one thing.

No…! Sebastian worriedly ran out onto the balcony and looked around but the boy was still nowhere to be seen. Sprinting to the edge of the balcony, he gripped the railings and looked out into the garden hoping to find Ciel safe and sound somewhere, resting on a bench. But the demon couldn't see him anywhere. His eyes scattered across the expanse of the backyard detecting only birds, squirrels and rabbits. But no Bocchan. An odd smell suddenly wafted past his nose. Why did it smell so familiar? Sebastian looked directly down below the balcony and gasped. No, it couldn't be. It made sense but how could he-..? Shock quickly gave way to an adrenaline rush that would leave most humans' heads spinning. Right in front of the patio on the first floor, a large pool of blood was clearly visible. Even the railings of the patio were covered with said substance. It trickled down the walls and formed a little puddle on the grass next to the bigger pool of it.

"CIEL!" Sebastian desperately screamed out. The demon sounded near the brink of insanity. He wouldn't! Ciel wouldn't be so stupid as to jump from 3 stories high. He had more sense in him than to resort to reckless actions such as putting his life in danger. But the pool of blood said otherwise. Then realization dawned upon Sebastian. This was his fault. He was the reason why Ciel got scared for his life and hastily jumped off from the balcony. His breaking into the house caused all of this. Just when he thought he could finally be reunited with Ciel, this happens. After centuries of endless searching for him, Ciel was near the brink of death. After years of dreaming of being reunited with his soul mate, he only ended up scaring him off causing him to run away. But he wasn't going to let this get in the way. He was going to find Ciel and continue with his plan. Besides Ciel was hurt. Naturally it would be his duty as the Phantomhive butler to tend to his master.

Taking in a deep breath, Sebastian focused on Ciel's whereabouts. After mere minutes the demon located Ciel. He was in the middle of the forest but he was severely injured. Fear was emanating from the boy as he created more distance between himself and the house.

"Finny, Meirin, Bard!" Sebastian called with a fierce voice. Seconds later the three servants instantly appeared behind the butler.

"Yes sir!" they said in unison. Meirin lacked her glasses but was nevertheless in her serious mode; she was most likely hiding guns somewhere in her clothing. Bard's rocket was gripped firmly in his hands along with the flamethrower he stole from the kitchen. Finny's eyes had transformed from their nature green color to an aggressive red.

"Bocchan has escaped," Sebastian said, trying to act composed whilst keeping his anger contained. "He's on the run but he's injured. Scatter out among the forest and find him and bring him back unharmed!" the butler demanded.

"Yes sir!" the servants immediately scattered about. In a matter of seconds Sebastian could see them below, heading off into different directions of the forest. Quicker than lightning, the immortal took no time to think and jumped from the balcony, landing only inches away from the pool of blood. Though he glared down at the liquid substance but there was a hint of worry and longing in his eyes. He bent down and ran his finger through the thick syrup and brought it up to his eye level. He stuck his tongue out and greedily lapped up the blood before it trickled down his hand. As the succulent liquid met his taste buds his eyes immediately widened as they converted to its demonic dark purple-red color. A mix of saliva and blood trickled down his chin but he instantly lapped it up and hungrily swallowed it. He flashed his toothy grin as he rose on his feet. Staring out into the direction in which Ciel was in, Sebastian crouched down and within seconds he burst up and ran into the forest at a demonic speed.

I'll find you Ciel.

What felt like hours was only minutes since Ciel made his reckless escape from his house. He did agree that jumping off his balcony was the last thing on his list but he had no other alternative. Some crazy guy who apparently knows Ciel, was after him for some unknown reason. Of course any normal kid would be scared out of his mind.

FLASHBACK

Ciel hesitantly climbed over the railing of the balcony and stood on the other side as he desperately clung to the rail. The wind blew past him sending shivers all over his body. He looked down and gulped. His room was 3 stories high, probably about 50 meters above ground. There was no way he was going to survive a jump like this. Even though there were grass and thickets as far as the eye could see, it wouldn't have much of a positive impact on the results of the damage. But it was his only choice. He wasn't going to linger in his room to wait for Sebastian. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he jumped.

As soon as his feet left the hard wood, it felt like he was floating in mid-air. But the feeling lasted only a few seconds; only later did it feel like someone had roughly punched him in his stomach. Ciel strained his eyes and looked down, realizing that he had landed right on top of the patio's railing stomach first. He suddenly felt sick and before he knew it he was coughing up blood which splattered all over the white railing. He tightly clutched his stomach in an attempt to stop his body from violently shaking but failed. He kept coughing up more blood not realizing that he'd suddenly lost his balance as his foot slipped from the railing. He wasn't mentally prepared for the second fall as he landed on the hard concrete floor below head first. He only blacked out for a minute or so before he regained consciousness. The injured boy tried hard not to yell as waves upon waves of pain came crashing down on him. Blood started seeping out of his head wound and began to form a large puddle adjacent his head. His vision blurred as tears rushed down his face like a waterfall. His breath came out in pants and huffs as if he'd just run miles.

The bang of his bedroom door pulled him out of his thoughts. Sebastian had broken into his room. That meant that it would only be a matter of time before he'd realize where Ciel was. The boy groaned and moaned as he struggled to get up. His head made a sickening sound as it was detached from the concrete slab. Strings of blood clung to his head and marred his beautiful navy blue hair. But that was the least of his worries. He had to buy himself enough time until the police arrived. Another loud BANG resonated through Ciel's room. Oh great, now the man was tearing his room apart. Nevertheless he had to make a run.

Everything was just too much of a coincidence. When he saw Meirin and Bard at the Ramen restaurant of course he wasn't expecting that the next day they'd be breaking into his house which is cut off from the rest of civilization. Did they know who Ciel was at the time or did they think he was just a regular customer like all the others? No, of course they knew him. He was the only one Meirin was stuttering and hesitating around. She'd acted perfectly fine around all the other customers; she knew him. Then hours later he just happened to, quite literally, bump into Sebastian at the supermarket where he only goes to every weekend. That day at the supermarket Sebastian had reacted quite oddly to him; probably because he recognized him. Add to that the fact that Ciel had been dreaming about the said man didn't really contribute to the situation at hand either. Ever since he started dreaming about Sebastian all these weird things have happened. Does Sebastian know about Ciel's dreams? Is that why he's targeting him? What was the meaning behind all of this madness? Why were they after him? What had he done to deserve this?

Why…..why does it feel like I somehow know Sebastian? That was the question that continuously lingered in his mind. The dreams were snippets of….something that happened before. Something important but Ciel didn't know what the significance of it was. There was no explanation to it. Only one person knew and that was Sebastian. But as desperate as Ciel was to obtain all the answers to his questions he wasn't about to go back and demand to know.

Not realizing the path which he was taking Ciel suddenly tripped over a tree root and landed with a loud thump. His stomach started churning causing the boy to cough up even more blood, though not as much as before. Using his remaining energy Ciel pulled his legs up to his chest and clutched them tightly, burying his head in his knees. He just wanted the pain to go away. Was that too much to ask for? At this point in time he didn't even care to have the answers to any of his questions. He just wanted all of the pain to disappear; he wanted Sebastian to disappear along with those three servants. He wanted to be left alone.

Sounds of sirens wailed in the background. The boy could hear shouts of policemen coming closer and closer to him with each passing second. He heard a twig snap behind him and footsteps gradually neared him. But he didn't care anymore.

Ciel blacked out.

(1)- That sentence says, "I'm home alone and my mom isn't home and I don't know what to do and I'm scared," for people who didn't know. I figured you guys would be able to decode it but just in case, that's what Ciel was saying

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Me: *wipes sweat from forehead* FINALLY done with that chapter! Goodness it took me forever.

Ichigo: Yeah well you procrastinated on it for far too long! You left all your fans waiting for so long so stop complaining.

Me: Well I couldn't update for good reason so leave me alone! At least I finally got the chapter up AND I've already started on the next chapter so HA!

Ichigo: Ohhh so you've already started the next chappie have ya? When do you plan on updating that one, by January? I doubt you'll be able to finish one more chapter before the end of 2011.

Me: Oh shush. Just you wait and see! I'm going to get chapter 6 up BEFORE the end of the year!

Ichigo: Oook *walks off*

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