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For the next few days Kip completely ignored Michael/Sebastian. Not only was she sick and tired of his constant cocky smirk, but she somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if she did talk to him he would tell her he was done with his job and it was dinnertime. When she was lying in bed one night, she thought about her brother. How would he react once she was gone? She hoped he would miss her. Kip once again began to feel that clench of fear that gripped her every time she thought about the future. She shoved her fist into her stomach, trying to quell the feeling. She came to a revelation that night, she will no longer care. She has nothing to lose by having her soul eaten, if anything it was a deal. She would know what was going to happen to her. She was in complete control of her Fate, there was no uncertainty for her.

It didn't help much.

Liz was walking with her on Monday. Kip really didn't want to deal with her but she grit her teeth and just tuned out the useless chatter.

"You know you remind me of someone."

Kip looked up from crack number 753 on the sidewalk.

"Who?"

Liz cocked her head to one side and kind of widened her eyes.

"I'm not really sure. It's just the way you act, you remind me of someone I knew a long time ago."

Liz just shrugged her shoulders and went back to chattering about puppies, or whatever girls like that talked about in their spare time in between hair and nail appointments.

". . . And I really respect Mozart you know? He was this genius who created beautiful pieces of music! Mean you really have to respect something like that."

Kip looked up this time in shock. Had Liz even heard Mozart? Kip looked around and saw that Michael/Sebastian had just passed them, but he had turned around and was now headed back in their direction

"Are you guys fighting?"

There was a little too much hope in Liz's voice as she said this.

"No. . . We were never really . . . I've got to go."

Kip picked up her pace, turning down a back street that was nearly deserted.

"That was entirely too close."

"Have I offended My Lady in some way?"

Shit.

Kip didn't turn around, she didn't have to.

"Your very being offends me. What do you want?"

Michael/Sebastian walked around so he could face her.

"What has made my mistress so unhappy? Perhaps there is something I can do to remedy it?"

"You can talk straight with me. What do you want?"

He straightened up.

"There are no new leads in the case. The man who kidnapped your brother is extremely hard to find. The lead I was following last week turned out to be some sort of decoy."

Kip almost started laughing in relief, but over these last two months she had gotten good at hiding things from her servant.

"Are you admitting incompetence Sebastian? How unlike you, though I must say it is quite a sight seeing you, to put it in simple terms, stumped."

There was a flash in his eyes as the insult pierced him. What you must understand about Demons, they are very prideful creatures. Kip knew this, and she was enjoying watching him fight down his anger.

He failed.

Before Kip could blink, she was thrown against a wooden fence that stood at about ten feet tall; it also couldn't be seen from the street. The only way anyone would have seen the situation was if they were looking out the top most window of the house the fence stood in front of.

"You were so much easier to deal with when you were just a feeble little boy, a little boy who knew nothing of the world. It only took you 200 years and a gender change for you to grow a spine. And you dare call ME incompetent?"

Kip looked right in his ember eyes, which had begun to glow dangerously.

Kip grabbed the wrist that was holding her throat. His skin was ice cold, but it soft.

"You will do well to remember who you're dealing with Sebastian. If you can't keep your temper with your master, how can you be called a "Butler"?"

The words seemed to sear him, but that wasn't the only thing.

The smell of burning flesh filled her nose and she looked down where she had grabbed Sebastian's wrist.

The flesh was turning black as it seared. Sebastian immediately took his hand away from her throat and jumped back from Kip. She watched in disgusted fascination as Sebastian writhed in pain.

Finally he was quiet.

Kip looked at him on his knees clutching at his wrist.

"What the bloody hell was that?"

Sebastian, and he was just that, for he was all demon, smiled a rueful smile.

"I violated our contract by losing my temper and laying my hands on you. This is the punishment."

He held up his hand and clenched it into a fist. Burned right there into his flesh was an imprint of the Phantomhive coat of arms.

Sebastian bowed before her once again, but her eyes were fixed on the burn on his wrist.

"I swear to never raise a hand against you in a violent manner, My Lady,"

Sebastian looked up at her with those eyes that one minute could make you melt, the next make you freeze in fear

"Unless you order me too. . . My Lady please accept my deepest apologies, and I will gladly take your punishment."

Kip stared at him, and sneered.

"Take this as a warning demon. If you can't keep your temper, if you let your emotions get the better of you, you are useless to me."

She went to him and put her finger under his chin, making his gaze once again meet her.

"And neither of us wants that. It means you're out of a meal, and I just have more work than I care for. Do I make myself clear?"

"Impeccably, My Lady."

She released his chin, then turned on her heel and headed back to the main road.

Sebastian continued kneeling there until Kip's footsteps faded into nothing.

He kept his eyes on the grimy sidewalk as he said.

"So much easier to handle indeed."

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