I'm alive! Shocking, I know. Cookie deeply apologizes as she has been extremely busy these past couple weeks. This past weekend I had my final play for the season where I was a stage manager which is a big job. I also had a few very close friends getting ready for college and it was my last play with them. It was very sad and for a majority of Sunday and part of Monday I was sick with grief. But I finally talked with my co writer and we have concocted yet another chapter.

Sebastian: Cookie doesn't own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.

Me: If I did, I would not be here writing this. I would be pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Mating Season

No One Mourns the Wicked

Ciel's POV

Soma stayed with us for the next week so that he could heal from his wounds. Finally, today he was strong enough to tell us about everything that had happened.

I made my way to the guest room with Sebastian close behind. The demon has yet to leave my side since the incident with the cultists. I opened the door to see the Indian prince sipping some soup that Agni had made him.

He saw me come in and his face lit up. He was back to his old self, "Ciel~! How nice it is to see you!"

I nodded, "I'm glad to see you are feeling better."

Sebastian assisted me in sitting in the chair nearest to the bed, "So are you ready to tell me everything that happened?"

"Yes." Soma said coyly, "I am ready."

Soma's POV

Ciel looked me in the eyes, "So are you ready to tell me everything that happened?"

I hesitated for but a second.

"Yes I am ready." I said quietly.

I took a deep breath. It was now or never, "I guess I'll start from the beginning. It was about a month ago. Agni's arm was acting very strangely. It was almost as if it was infected or something. It was quite bizarre. But we didn't pay it any mind. After an um…" I blushed fiercely, "intimate night, the infection appeared to go away. Again, it was strange but we mostly ignored it. That is until, a couple weeks later, when I began to get sick. I looked in the book of illnesses that belongs to my people and the only thing that matched my symptoms was pregnancy. Of course I didn't tell Agni for I was afraid of what he would do. I kept it a secret from him for the next week. One day, I had a headache and he advised me to take a walk outside. Unfortunately, I wandered too far and lost myself in the dark alleyways of London. And that's when I came across that man and well, you can understand I don't exactly want to tell that part. Anyway, my best guess for how I got pregnant in the first place has to be when Agni's arm was infected. That's all I can think of at the moment. And the fact that it went away almost immediately after the event occurred."

Ciel nodded at everything I was saying as if he truly understood, "I see. Well Soma I assure you that I completely understand everything you have said. So you have my full support on whatever you do."

I smiled, happy that someone supported him, "Thank you Ciel. And I shall support you with your family you are about to have."

He smiled with me although I noticed a somewhat hidden pained expression. As if he was in pain. He looked up at Sebastian and they changed a knowing glance. He flashed another smile at me, "I apologize Soma, I would love to chat more but I'm afraid I have some business I need to take care of."

"That's okay Ciel, I know you probably need a lot of rest in your condition." I assured them.

I watched the pair hurry out the door. I looked up at Agni who had been standing by my bed the entire time, "I worry about them sometimes."

Agni sat down beside me and kissed me softly, "Relax my prince, I'm sure they will be just fine." He embraced me in a hug, "The point is that you are safe. That's all that matters."

I smiled warmly at him, "Thank you so much Agni. For everything."

Ciel's POV

I rushed out of the room as fast as possible. I had felt a sharp pain in my abdomen which I knew wasn't good for someone only 28 weeks along. The moment we were out of the door Sebastian lifted me up in his arms. I curled up into his chest and wrapped my hands around my stomach. He swiftly took me to my room and within seconds I was being laid in my bed. I bit down on my lip hard, drawing blood.

"Sebastian, what is going on?" I asked through gritted teeth. This pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

The demon rested his gloved hand on my back and shushed me quietly, "Don't be afraid my lord, it's only some false labor pains. It's perfectly normal."

It's times like this when I wonder how he knows these types of things, "Is there any way to make the pain go away?"

"I'm afraid not my love, but there is something I can do." He spoke in his calm tone.

Suddenly, I felt warmth behind me. Before I got a chance to see what it was, long, comforting arms wrapped around my waist and I felt the hot breath of a demon on my neck. I was in too much pain to care how suggestive this position was. I sucked in harshly as another shot of pain emerged. A tear rolled down my cheek as I choked out a small sob. I was shushed again by the butler behind me. He slipped his gloves off with his teeth and began massaging my swollen abdomen.

"Shhh…be calm now, Bocchan. I'm here." He cooed.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. But my breath hitched in my throat when I felt lips latch onto my neck, sucking gently. Sebastian began to plant kisses all over my neck attempting to soothe my pain. Of course it worked because Sebastian makes everything better.

Sebastian lifted my chin up to his and kissed me deeply and passionately. As our lips were connected, I could feel the severe pain begin to subside and within seconds was nonexistent. He broke off the kiss and rested his chin on my shoulder. I laid my head against his. My eyes slowly slid shut. For once, I could say I was…what was the word…happy?

"No one mourns the wicked. No one cries, 'They won't return!'. No one lays a lily on their grave. The good man scorns the wicked. Through their lives, our children learn what we miss, when we misbehave. And goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely. Goodness knows, the wicked die alone. It just shows when you're wicked, you're left only on your own." I spoke quietly.

Sebastian chuckled, "Yes the goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely. Goodness knows, the wicked cry alone. Nothing grows for the wicked. They reap only what they sow."

I lifted my head off of his, "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"

"I don't know, my lord." Sebastian replied.

"What is it like to be wicked, Sebastian?" I asked him.

The demon chuckled again, "That depends on how you view the life of the wicked. You are wicked too, aren't you, Ciel?"

I sighed, "I suppose so. I not only sold my soul to a demon, but I fell in love with him as well. I have murdered several people and have committed many ruthless sins against God. But there is one thing about both of us that doesn't make us wicked."

"And what is that?" Sebastian's red eyes glittered with interest.

"We are not lonely. We have each other and two children that will be born into wickedness."

Sebastian kissed my forehead, "And how I look forward to that moment."

Sigh. Is it finally written? This was difficult to write. You get brownie points if you noticed the obvious Wicked reference. I am listening to the soundtrack right now and it just seemed to fit with the story. So naturally, I added it in there. I quite like it. What do you think?

Sebastian: I believe I am quite wicked.

Ciel: To some degree, I am too.

Me: I think everyone is wicked somewhere deep inside.

Sebastian: Some more than others.

Me: REVIEW AND YOU SHALL GET A FULL HOUR OF PRIVATE TIME WITH SEBASTIAN TO DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE!!!