AHHHHHH I FEEL SO BAD! I haven't updated in forever! I got a job and have been busy as all get out! I hope this chapter makes up for it! I love you all so much! I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

"Y-you. . What is this?"

Kip couldn't even muster anger out of the deepening waves of her disgust as she stared at the room. It was damp and cold. There was a massive machine in the middle, right beside where Alan was hooked up to the computers, that was like a giant well.

Only it had a chair instead of a bucket.

The man in the glasses began to come towards her.

"How nice of you to grace us with your presence at last."

His voice was poison in her veins, but it tugged at memories deep in the recesses of her mind. The pain that his mere voice caused her, was enough to freeze her, as if she was caught in a spider's web.

"Now is the epic conclusion to the tale of Ciel Phantomhive."

He grabbed her wrist and tugged her gently toward the chair.

"I can't move, I can't speak. Why is he so familiar? Why am I so. . ."

Leather cut into her middle as he strapped her into the chair.

". . . Afraid?"

She was underwater, and it pulled her out of her hypnotic state.

She screamed but foul water filled her mouth and lungs, bubbles floated peacefully from her mouth despite what she had intended them to be.

Kip came out coughing and spitting. A new fight had risen in her.

"LET ME GO! Just give me my brother an-"

And she was back under once again.

After what seemed like hours of this process, she was unstrapped from the chair and given a blanket. Once again that voice pierced through her entire body like thorns.

"Your name is Ciel Phantomhive. You were born and raised in the Phantomhive Mansion with your father Vincent and Mother Rachel . . . "

She tightened the blanket, as if it might protect her from his words.

"N-no. My name is Caterina Pherguson. I was born in London international Hospital to Melinda and Jared Pherguson. My mother died in an accident when I was six years old . . ."

". . . Your mother and father were killed in a tragic fire when you were thirteen . . ."

". . . My father killed himself six months later. . ."

". . .You were kidnapped by a cult as a sacrifice. . . "

". . .My twin was kidnapped after Mother died. . ."

" . . .You were always alone. . . "

". . .He came back. . ."

". . .And then you summoned Sebastian. . ."

". . And then Sebastian found me. . . "

So many different memories swirled in her head as he said one thing and she another.

Sebastian with white gloves and a silver tray. . . .

Alan playing in the park. . .

Piles and piles of paperwork. . .

But a face appeared late in both memories.

The man with the glasses.

Her head snapped up.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you want us so badly? We don't have anything!"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, in truth she wasn't sure who's voice would come out. Her own sloppy cryptic tone, or the refined nobleman's clipped one.

"You lie."

"We have nothing."

"You have riches even a fiend of Hell cannot obtain."

That made no damn sense. None of this made any damn sense! The memories of a mansion in the countryside, with a rose garden just outside the window.

But at the same time, she felt as thought that place. . .Was her home.

Now what you must understand something about Kip, she lived a very different life than Ciel Phantomhive.

And goddamnit if she had anything to say about it, she was going to die just as differently.

Her voice once again went to a whisper.

"Sebastian. . . Now is your time. . .prove that it was worth all this shit."

A door busted.

Sounds of clashing metal.

Metal?

Kip looked up and say that Sebastian was right in the face of the golden eyed monster, they were battling with . . .Butter knives.

"This place is a never ending parade of freaks."

But with the Monster distracted she jumped up and ran over to Alan. He looked so small when he was connected to all those things. She ripped the suckers of his skin and pulled him over her shoulder.

Without even a second glance at Sebastian and the Monster, she ran out the door.

A knock on the door made Professor Adni jump. He had been pacing his living room, wondering what the hell was going on.

He opened the door to find a very wet Kip, and a very sick looking Alan.

"I'm not asking for help just a place to hide. If you ask any questions, I'll just find somewhere else."

He opened his mouth and shut it again, thinking of which question to ask first.

But this soaked teenager on his front step looked at him with a gaze that said she would carry her unconscious brother 100 more miles.

"Come in. There's a guest room just down the hall."

Without hesitation she ran inside and immediately went to the room and put Alan on the bed, wrapping him tightly in the quilts and sheets.

"Make some hot soup, better make it broth. I don't think he can hold anything solid."

Adni only stood there staring at Kip. Her wrists were bleeding as was a cut on her cheek. She was soaked to the bone and smelled like something died.

And yet she stood there, completely unaware. Her gaze was fixed on her brother. Who was covered in red sores and pale as the sheets he was wrapped in.

As Adni left the room he heard a soft thump and a sharp intake of breath. He poked his head back into the room and saw Kip on her knees stroking her brother's blonde hair.

Tears streamed down her grubby face, mixing with blood and God knows what else.

"I'm sorry Alan . . . S-So sorry."

She laid her head on his chest, her thin shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

"Please forgive me."

Kip

"It was not your fault."

Kip turned her head to see Adni standing in the doorway.

"Like Hell it isn't."

"It has to do with that Michael boy doesn't it? He get you in some kind of trouble."

She smirked darkly.

"That was my own fuck up too."

Adni wondered, but again. No questions.

"He will be fine."

Her gaze softened as she looked at Alan, but hardened when her thoughts went back to that horrible place.

"I will not let him be part of this. This is my burden. It was my fault we got into this."

Kip felt the weight of everything that had happened crushing her from the inside. How much longer could she take this? She looked at Alan's sleeping face, he almost looked peaceful now.

"For him I would bear this for another 10 lifetimes."

Kip's will to go on, to fight for one more day and night. Her will to even live in a world like this anymore, rested solely with Alan.

He was all she had to live for.

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