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The Last Words.

Chapter V.

Clear As Night.

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Ciel let the words wash over him slowly. He didn't fear death nearly as bad as he had once. It seemed harder now that he had almost everything he wanted. He was getting to make up for all the lost time. Yet something still weighed on his mind, so he had to ask the main question. Yet before he could...

"This is really is such a mess! I even had to give up my favorite jacket to that aunt of yours! With her back in the picture Will made me give it back!" Grell cried out loud, running a hand over his shorter new coat.

"What of Sebastian? Obviously he was alive when my life was this way," he displayed the world around him with a gesture of his arm. "Where is he now?" If his world was reverted, did Sebastian have any memories of him?

"Oh my dear sweet Bas-!" Grell fawned out loud until William silenced him with a quick whack to the head with his death scythe.

"That mark that is on your eye by that..." William made a quick face of distaste, "…Demon, seemed to have allowed you to keep your memories. You have been given a second chance at life that is unheard of Ciel Phantomhive, I'd use it wisely." William ignored Ciel's question. Before Ciel could utter another word William and Grell disappeared from his sight, leaving just a light truffle of wind.

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"Ciel, you have dark circles under your eyes. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Rachael asked her young son. She ate her breakfast slowly and very lady like.

"I'm all right mother," Ciel answered bleakly. "You're right, I just didn't sleep well." It wasn't a lie.

There was idle conversation over breakfast and soon enough, his father was off to work on a case while his mother kept busy with some needlework. Ciel overheard her saying she was having two friends of hers over for tea that day.

So he had to forget everything? How was he supposed to do that? It was like asking someone to forget their name, but he figured he would have to try. Death didn't seem like a good option to him at the time being.

While his mother pulled thread through her pattern, Ciel sat downstairs with her, reading. He did this for the biggest part of the day. Once Rachel's friends arrived, he even stayed and sat in the corner of the room playing against himself in chess. He was trying to keep his mind busy on meaningless tasks. Things that kept a robotic mind set, making him repeat the same thing over and over in his mind.

"Afternoon ladies," Vincent stepped into the room and greeted his wife's company politely. They smiled back at him. Vincent soon spotted his son in the corner, pushing chess pieces back and forth. He walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Son, would you like to come into town with me today? I have to pick up a few things."

"Alright," Ciel answered scooting back from his chair without looking up at his father.

They soon were riding along in the carriage that would take them into town. After a while they entered the small village. Instead of taking the main roads, the carriage was directed down a small alley and to the back of a shop. Ciel peered out the window as a man stepped out the back door and glanced around. After a moment, he waved and the carriage door was opened. Ciel and his father entered what appeared to be the town tailor's shop. The door shut heavily behind them as Vincent shook the shop owner's hand.

"Thank you for making these arrangements for me, Things have been a little shaky and I'd rather be safe then sorry with my son around," Vincent put his hand on Ciel's shoulder and smiled warmly at the other man. He was almost as tall as Vincent, but with white gruffy hair that appeared attempted to combed back. He wore brown pants and a simple white shirt.

"No problem at all, its my pleasure," the man answered. After that, he began to bring out an assortment of clothing, most were things from Vincent's attire that had been sent in for mending, and a few were newer. Vincent looked them over while Ciel to a look around the shop. They had several things in his size, but most were too common for his liking. Too soon, his eyes drifted to an outfit very familiar to Ciel.

It was dark velvet with lace, very well made. Looking at it closer his saw the buttons neatly engraved. A small top hat completed the outfit with more lace covering it. This was something he might have worn in front of the queen, a lifetime ago...

Stop!

His mind shouted out at him. A sudden guilt washed over him at knowing from a simple thought of his past, someone would lose their life. He quickly tried to think of something else, anything else, to rid himself of the memory.

"See something you like, son?" asked the tailor. He walked towards Ciel, but Ciel walked further down the rack of clothing, acting as if he had no interest in any of them.

"No sir," Ciel answered.

Within the next twenty minutes they were seated back in the carriage and on their way back to the manor. Vincent had asked his son if there was anything he wanted while they were in town, but Ciel gently declined. He didn't want to risk stirring up a memory once more.

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Sitting comfortably hidden in a tall oak tree no more then fifteen yards or so from the manor, Mey-rin stretched her shoulders lightly. She had been sitting in the same tree since early this morning. She had watched the guests arrive earlier in the day, and later watched the Phantomhive father and son leave. She wanted to wait until the moment was right to hit her mark. She would need the dark of night to hide her when she would flee the scene. Shooting the boy was first on the list. Her employer stated it would give the hardest blow to the Phantomhive's, exacting revenge on them for, as she was told, for killing off his best friend. It appeared that Vincent Phantomhive had a run in with her employer before and the cards didn't fall in his favor. Whatever the reason, she was being paid a great deal for this job, and she wouldn't miss again.

The sound of hooves pounded the pavement as she watched the father and son return from their trip.

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After eating dinner with his parents, Ciel excused himself for the night and went up to his room. He let himself relax in a hot bath, trying to keep his mind adrift. How could you not think of something when someone specificity told you that you couldn't? It was mind bogglingly impossible. He was thankful he wasn't mad, but then again, it wasn't any better knowing he was right.

Removing himself from the tub, he dried off quickly and pulled a nightshirt over his head. He settled himself on the edge of his bed, pondering whether or not to go to sleep.

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She pointed a slender barrel in the direction of the boy's bedroom window. She took calm easy breaths while aiming. This shot was too easy for her; there was no way for her to miss. Some deep small part of her had a bit of sympathy for shooting a mere child, but she washed it quickly from her mind. Lining her sights, she took steady aim, the crosshairs zoning into the navy haired head. One more steady breath, and she squeezed the trigger.

The low sound of the bullet leaving the gun was heard, the silencer blocking most of the noise. But no glass shattering came. Mey-rin looked over scope, at the boy still sitting up on the edge of his bed. She checked the chamber of the gun, assuring herself she fired.

"As clumsy of a maid as you are, your aim in impeccable," a low voice whispered in her ear. Mey-rin turned her gun towards the voice but the figure crouched next her grabbed the barrel of her gun, crunching it in his hand like clay. A man in a black suit with hair to match stared back at her with red eyes.

"Who are…" a fog of sorts seemed to wash over her before she could finished her question.

"I believe this belongs to you." A gloved hand held out a single bullet, the same one that had been fired from her gun seconds ago.

And then he was gone.

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Sorry for the wait all! The jumbled mess of life has put me in the dumps...Hope you enjoy =]