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Hmm...this chapter isn't really much. I narrated a scene from the Trancy OVA and put it here, where I thought it would fit the best. If everything seems too transparent, then...

...There's also a flashback here.

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There were things that rivaled the darkness of Alois Trancy's mansion when Sebastian severed the bond that held the gigantic chandelier hanging to the ceiling. A deafening crash of glass, crystal, silver, and gold was heard. Following it was a truly horrifying darkness. Everything became pitch-black. Dark, piercing, terrifying, beyond words.

A scream was also heard along with that, and it was the most prominent competitor. It was so heart-wrenching, so pitiful, so painful, so sorry, so frightened.

A very, very young boy, not even ten years of age, had a messy mop of blonde hair and petrified pools of sapphire eyes. He held a frozen body of a boy younger than him – messy auburn hair, dilated eyes and a pale-white face since he was dead.

The older boy couldn't even cry. He was too frightened, too terrified, too confused, too petrified, too shocked, and too helpless beyond words in order to do so. He was too frozen with anxiousness, and the flood of unwelcome emotions weren't ready to be registered yet. In his face was such desperateness – desperateness to get out of this pitch-black inferno. Everything was black. Everywhere, no matter where he looked, it was black. Though he tried to comfort himself by the fact that there were still rotting corpses around him, no relief came - everything was still black. Not even flickers of the flames remained. The blonde boy was all alone.

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!" he began to scream at the top of his lungs – it was all he could do to contain the overflowing barrage of emotions swelling within him. "PLEASE! SOMEONE! ANYONE! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Alois Trancy was shaken out of his very horrifying recollection when Claude placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was the same warm touch that melted all his fears away, no matter when, and no matter how horrifying whatever he was remembering. Due to its effectiveness, Alois never stopped doubting its credibility – it always worked and it never fails – there's something suspicious about it.

"It can't leave me. I don't want it to leave me. No matter how fake it is, I don't want it to leave me. Never ever…I don't want to be scared anymore. I never want to see darkness anymore!" Alois thought. Painful tears came one by one on his pale, frightened face, until there was a flood of it. He was so frightened and petrified that he was even on all fours now. The tears dropped like waves on the spotless floor.

Claude was quick. He, along with Hannah, began to bring candles to restore the light and soothe his master's fear of darkness. Claude rushed over to his master's side.

A faraway clash of glass was heard. Alois was fully shaken out of his strait and was fully restored to his former state. He turned to Hannah.

"He's escaping! Go after him! Don't let him escape! We must have Ciel Phantomhive, no matter what!"

Hannah was out in a second. Claude made to follow too, but a firm, bone-breaking grip on his leg told him "no".

Alois was still crying, the sobs and the wails growing louder and more pitiful each second. "No, Claude…not you! Even if everyone leaves me….even if everyone abandons me…please…not you! Don't leave me alone….please…PLEASE!"

Days passed. Unfortunately for Alois Trancy, Sebastian Michaelis escaped. They could not obtain Ciel Phantomhive.

Alois was not a person to linger on defeats - as twisted as he is, he is very optimistic and will stop at nothing to reach his goal. He knew that the game hasn't even begun yet.

Ciel Phantomhive, the boy thought, his fist clenching tightly, I will have you.

But this day was another ordinary day for him, for a lot of reasons.

He decided that he was going to take a break today. The young boy was delighted when he found a beautiful bird, one with a very exquisite color, enough to catch his attention. The problem was that he found it because it was injured, and was robbed of its right and freedom to fly. Alois was quick to pity it. No matter how cold and unpredictable he may be, "heartless" is the last word he will be described with.

Alois ordered Claude to put the poor bird in a cage, to be put in his own room. The room was then to be filled with plush-red roses as the bird recovers.

The young boy was indeed surprised when his eyes were attacked with cool, icy blue instead of a passionate red. Bluebells filled nearly every corner and wall in his spacious bedroom, and the cool, blue sight was comforting against the eye. Alois thought that he was in a faraway ice kingdom. Much to Claude's surprise, tears started welling up once again in the blonde boy's eyes. Alois made it quite clear that they weren't tears of pain – they were the happiness of recollection and familiarity.

"Claude…why is it you understand me so well?"

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Though the poor bird died the next day, Alois didn't cry – it was very surprising indeed. Claude was just testing the water temperature for Alois' bath when he heard a distant cry and a mental telegram of fear was sent to him. His inhuman nose twitched, sensing something burning from halls away. In a second, the butler was there.

Alois' room was on fire. Everything in it was burning. Petal by petal, every single bluebell perished inside, the angry, uncontrollable yellow and orange and red destroying everything in its path. From the outside, the sight was very vivid, as the hallway was dark.

But to Alois, the fire couldn't have been any darker, no matter how vivid the flames were. He knew of all people that after flames come the ashes – until there was nothing but black.

Claude stepped forward to deal with the fire, but a discreet squeeze from Hannah's hand stopped him. The maid beckoned to their young master, who was currently on his knees, every bit of his being shaking with the unexplainable fear again. Claude received a mental telegram. "Don't, Claude! You'll get burned, too!"

With a flick of Claude's fingers, the fire stopped. Knowing that the darkness of the ashes left by the flames was the last thing Alois would ever want to see again, Hannah led him to the dining hall and wrapped him in a blanket. If it was a normal day, Alois would have already ripped her to shreds, but today was different. He clung to the blanket as if it was his lifeline. The cloth trembled as he did, so fiercely and so uncontrollably. It was a wonder the blanket wasn't torn apart by the boy's violent shakings yet.

"I just…I..wa..I just…wa-wanted t-t-to…give t-the bbird….a painless…f-f-uneral," the boy managed between sobs and his spasms. "Bbut..the f-f-f-f-fire….! Itt s-s-spread…"

In Alois' heart, the bird was long forgotten, buried by his new fear that took hold of him and twisted his heart. Hannah knew that he was crying out of fear again. That fire and darkness – no matter how wicked and how horribly treated she was by Alois, she felt that not even he deserved to recollect that hell ever again. A pang of guilt surrounded Hannah, and her expression showed that quite well. She wanted to hold him tight and do everything she can to make him forget. But how could she?

When the blonde boy calmed down a bit and his spasms became less violent, Claude led him to the newly-restored room. Alois was still incredulous, refusing to take in the sight of Claude's spotless and flawless work. Indeed, it was an impossible task for humans. But only for humans. And Claude Faustus wasn't one.