Oh yea! The next chapter! Aren't you guys happy that I'll not stop? I know I failed as an author, giving up so early. Hence, I promise, I'll complete this story no matter what. Hope you'll continue to support me! OH! And one more thing! THIS CHAPTER IS NOT ANGSTY! XD IT'S LIGHT AND FLUFFY, I hope… So ENJOY~

Thanks to my Beta Jackie1201 and well… my little 'brother'… Who is apparently ranting about monster hunter at the moment. DAY AND NIGHT! xD

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Special note: IT'S NOT ANGST. AND this happens before everything you've read in the previous chapters. Like before the mess and stuff. As requested and suggested by some of my readers. ^^

Special Chapter: Powder

By angelhearts4you

"Welcome!"

He was greeted by a waitress. Red hair that was tied up and a pair of glasses rested on her nose. The male smiled at her and nodded as the woman showed him his place. The chair was pulled out and he sat, closing his eyes as he listened to the sounds around him. Then, he felt a familiar presence. And smell. It was him.

"Ciel," the male began. "What are you doing here? I thought you have work to do?"

The said male sighed and opened his bright blue eyes. He glanced up and locked eyes with the older. He replied, "I just wanted to see you. Can't I?" With a small pout forming.

Chuckling to himself, the other questioned, "Oh?" Slowly, he bend down and pecked his lover on his lips. "Sure you can. It's just that I wasn't expecting you today."

Ciel waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "The photographer couldn't make it. But it can't be helped. I thought I could surprise you. How's your day?"

"Getting better," answered the raven as he claimed the younger's lips again. Ciel slightly moaned as tongues battle for dominance. In the end, Ciel gave in, letting Sebastian explore his mouth. As they parted, Ciel stared into the ruby eyes.

"I love you," he stated.

The older male blinked, taken aback by the sudden confession. He then smiled gently at the younger and answered, "And I, you."

Ciel pulled back from the embrace, his eyes scanning Sebastian's body. "What were you doing before I came?" he asked, noticing the white apron that was on the raven. Taking in a breath, he sniffed the male. "Baking," he said, answering his own question.

Sebastian nodded and pulled the male up. "Follow me. I've got something to show you."

The couple made their way to the kitchen that was situated behind the cashier. As Ciel passed a certain blond employee, he waved and greeted him. "Finny."

Looking up, the blond grinned at him. "Ciel! You're early!" Then, he moved closer to the blue-haired male and whispered into his ear, "Mister Sebastian was baking something before you came. It looks really good."

Cerulean eyes lit up as Ciel absorbed this piece of information. The thought of eating a new cake that Sebastian had baked made the younger eager to see the product.

Impatiently, he pulled Sebastian further into the kitchen and demanded, "Where? Where's the cake?"

The raven shook his head and ruffled the younger's hair. "A moment, Ciel. Be patient." Blue eyes followed his movement as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a tray. A tray full of different types of miniature cakes. Mouth watering, Ciel made his way closer, arms reaching out to pick any one.

Even before he could touch one, Sebastian stopped him. "Ciel, wait." The said robin looked up and frowned. Eyes blinking, he tried to understand why the raven stopped him.

'Your tea," reminded Sebastian, placing a cup of steaming hot liquid in front of the young male. Ciel grinned sheepishly, as he muttered a soft 'oh'. He picked up the cup and blew the tea, then; he inhaled deeply, taking in the fragrance. He cocked his head, trying to name that scent.

"This is... Darjeeling tea, isn't it?" asked the blue-eyed male.

Sebastian nodded. "Very good, Ciel," he praised the younger. Cutting a bite size piece of one of the cakes, he fed the younger. Ciel opened his mouth with a small 'ah' and happily chomped on it.

It was the four months ago when they first met. In this very shop. Ciel was assigned a job as a model to advertise for this bakery and that was when he met the raven.

Four months ago:

"Teal," her manager called.

The said female turned and answered, "Yes? You called?" As her manager walked up to her, he handed a few pieces of paper to her.

"Here are some opportunities. You can choose from here to increase your fame."

The female looked at the papers, quickly scanning through them. But none seemed to catch her attention. As she was about to hand them back, one particular one caught her cerulean eyes.

"Advertise for this bakery..." she muttered. Reading through the details, her eyes sparkled. The terms of this modeling job was just to pose with the cakes and the shop, being surrounded by different types of cakes. "Lysic..." That was the name of the bakery and it sounded very familiar... Then, a thought struck her. It's their hideout... Master said it before... But on the brighter side, being surrounded by cakes was like a dream to her. And that was what made her take up the offer; cakes.

Teal, the model has a sweet tooth. She, or rather he who cross-dresses, would search the entire country for the best cakes. No matter how far it was or how expensive they were.

The day for the photo shot drew closer and was finally here. Teal couldn't contain her excitement and slowly, she drifted off to her own dreamland, surrounded by cakes and cakes alone. Chocolate and strawberry ones especially.

"Teal!" shouted someone, drawing her back to reality. Just as she was about to snap at the person, she saw who was it and calmed down.

"Elizabeth," Teal greeted the female, who was her fashion designer and the most trusted person in her... his own organization. But that was a different story altogether.

Holding up a few clothing items, the blond said, "You'll be wearing these few dresses at Lysic. And Ci-Teal, don't get too carried away." The said female flushed and looked away.

"I know what I have to do there," said Teal, looking around to check whether anyone was of listening distance. When she felt that they were safe, she continued, "You too, Elizabeth. You know what you have to accomplish. This time, we cannot fail. Or else Master..." Teal shivered at the thought. Her companion, eyes serious, nodded. Then, the robin took out two earpieces. Handing one over to the designer, she said in a firm and serious voice, "We'll keep in contact this way. And get as much information as possible."

Both fitted the earpieces into their respective places. Teal's partially covered by the wig she was wearing. Whereas Elizabeth's could not be seen under her blond curls. The blond opened her mouth but closed it after she thought better not to say it. The action did not go unnoticed by the model. "What is it Elizabeth?"

The female shook her head, "It's nothing," she muttered. But after the way Teal pinned her under her stare, she voiced her thoughts. "Be careful Young Master." The model visibly softened, cerulean orbs bright and clear.

"Thank you Elizabeth. As I've said before, you can call me Ciel not Young Master. I'm not ready for that title."

The model was actually a male cross-dressing. It was his job and that was where he could make use of his looks. In the modeling industry dressed as a female. As Teal.

The group made their way to the bakery. When they arrived, the photographer quickly set up while Madam Middleford, Teal's personal make-up artiste, and Elizabeth adorned the model, doing the final touches.

"Hello," a male approached and greeted them. Teal, whose back was facing the male, turned around. Blue eyes met deep red ones. The model took a step back unknowingly. Something...something about the male captivated her yet... frightened her.

Lucky for Teal, her manager stepped in. "Hello Mister..."

"Sebastian," provided the male. "Thank you for coming here today. I appreciate it much."

Teal narrowed her eyes. So... this was their most trusted member... A member that could prove dangerous for his own 'family'. "Liz," she called, not giving away the blonde's full name. The said female nodded, getting the message. Both of them had to keep an eye on this male.

Before anyone could notice the tense atmosphere, the young model stepped forward and stretched her hand out. "Good day to you Mister Sebastian. Let's work together to promote your shop," she smiled at the raven.

Sebastian accepted the hand and shook it. "Yes. Let's," he agreed.

Back to 4 months later…

Ciel looked at the raven. A sad smile spread across his features. If only the happiness would last... He knew that one day; their relationship would have to end. Because of what he is and what he was hiding, but now, it didn't bother him. He would have to enjoy whatever time he had with the raven.

His eyes drifted away from Sebastian and landed on a bowl of unused flour. A smirk slowly made its way to the robin's face. He let out a small chuckle, a plan began brewing. Sebastian heard it and looked at his lover. "What's so funny?"

Trying to conceal the grin, Ciel replied innocently, "Nothing~" Perhaps he had said it too angelically that roused the raven's curiosity.

Eyebrows raised, Sebastian asked, "Oh really?" as he made his way round the table. Ciel nodded, trying to convince the raven. With the swipe of his hand, he took the tray and pushed it into the older's, preventing him from coming any closer.

"I'm done with them. I want some more," he demanded, hoping that Sebastian wouldn't find something amiss and spoil his plan.

The black-haired male looked at his robin and sighed. Honestly, it was a wonder how Ciel could maintain his weight and looks from the amount of cakes he consumed. But considering their nightly activities, burning off calories was an easy task. Taking the tray from Ciel, Sebastian made his way to the sink. "You've to wait Ciel. Cakes don't appear whenever you want them to." Then, he turned around and under the flow of running water, he began scrubbing the metal.

"Fine then," replied the younger, with the smirk he once had on his face. He crept towards the end of the table, where the bowl of flour sat. A giggle bubbled forth but he forced it back down. No way was his plan going to be found out so soon.

His cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief as they stared at the white powder. Then, a pair of fair hands immersed themselves into the flour, taking as much as they could. Ciel called, "Sebastian." voice full of seriousness.

Thinking that Ciel was angry or some sort, the raven whirled around. However, only to find himself being hit by flour. One on his shoulder and another, his hair. The culprit bit his lips, trying to control himself but failed.

"I g-got you!" laughed Ciel, shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The bewildered look that Sebastian had only added to the laughter. The robin's sweet voice filled the room as he gasped for breath. "That... t-that was a ...g-good o-one," he giggled.

Knowing that he had been fooled, Sebastian growled, "Why you...!" He scooped a handful of the same white powder and flung it at Ciel across the table.

Flour drifted around the room as it hit its target. Ciel was stunned for a moment, before falling into another fit of laughter. It wasn't long that the contagious giggles made Sebastian follow as well. The raven had a hearty laugh as he dodged from the incoming attack of flour.

Ciel cursed to himself, but it didn't take him long to realize that the raven was aiming at him once again. This time, he decided, he wouldn't be a sitting duck. Ciel bend over as he felt flour whizzed over his head. He ran towards the corner of the kitchen, where more unused flour sat. With two filled hands of flour, he flung it at Sebastian.

"Yes!" he cried when the raven was hit. 'Got you!" he chuckled. A simple caking tasting session turned into a flour fight between the robin and the raven.

"You…!" growled Sebastian playfully as he chased the younger around the room. The blue-haired male squealed as he hid and dodged from his lover.

He wasn't going to let Ciel get away so easily. Sebastian lunged at the male, tackling him to the floor. Ciel shrieked when he was hit. To prevent any bruises or injury, Sebastian tucked the young robin, his robin, in his chest as they fell.

Ciel chortled with delight when they landed. The scent and warmth of Sebastian calmed his nerves as the adrenaline faded away. "That was fun," he commented, looking at the raven, chin against his chest.

Pulling back a little, Sebastian gazed at the one he so loved. The one that had brought so much joy and laughter into his dark life. "But look at the mess," he sighed, teasing Ciel.

Eyebrows furrowed as Ciel processed the words. "Aw… Come on Sebastian. Don't be a spoilt sport. It was fun, wasn't it?" To prove his point, Ciel brought his right hand, still coated with flour, and touched the raven's nose. Leaving a white spot there.

Sebastian gave a deep throaty laugh. "Sure it was.' He paused. "Love you so much Ciel."

The said male leaned in for a kiss. "And so do I," he murmured against Sebastian's lips.

Heavy breathing scattered the room. The pair lay together, legs entwined, on the wrinkled bed sheets. Spent they were as they sought comfort in each other's arms. The younger sighed as he lazily drew random patterns on his partner's chest.

"You know," he began. "I have work tomorrow. How am I going to explain to everyone the reason behind me not being at my best? Especially the photographer! I can barely get up, let alone stand!"

A low rumble could be heard coming from the raven. "But you love it when I pounded into you hard and fast. No?" Sebastian watched in delight as blood rushed up to Ciel's face.

"That... t-that's... But..." Ciel stuttered, speechless. He hid his face in Sebastian's chest, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat.

"I'm able to call in for you, telling your agency that you're sick. Then, we can spend the whole day in bed. H-"

"Sebastian!" Ciel cried, abruptly sitting up. However, winced at the pain. "That's absurd! You can't do that!"

The said male looked up and stared into the sea of blue, his own eyes shining in amusement. "Why not, Ciel? You know you like it when I'm hard and rough. And we can have the whole day. Me fucking you where you need me most."

Well, wasn't that a tempting idea, thought Ciel. But the thought of… work made Ciel shake his head. "No. As much as I would love to spend the day with you, I still have to work. And don't you?"

"If it's you, I'll throw away everything," Sebastian replied with earnest eyes. Ciel's heart constricted after hearing it. Oh Sebastian… If you only knew… This was the man the robin fell for; this was the man whom treated the younger the best, giving him all that he'll ask for. But this was the man he had to lie to, an enemy of his organization, and the robin would have to obey whatever orders he was given. This man, whom he so loved, would kill him if he only knew….

Ciel gave a false smile but still, that left his face. Sadness was written all over his features, gazing out of the window that was next to the bed, he stared into darkness. Darkness… For all his life, he had lived in nothing but darkness. All he knew were the dark and cruel ways of this Earth. He had seen much, experienced much more but after meeting the raven, his life had new hope. And he came to know the meaning behind happiness.

"Ciel?" the older asked, concerned he was. He tugged lightly on the said male's arm.

Ciel fell back on the bad with a soft thud. "It's nothing," he said, trying to put the raven's mind at ease. "It's just that the sky is starless. A lonely night indeed. But... I've got you by my side," continued the blue-hair male, snuggling close to the older. He yawned, his eyelids started to droop.

"Sleep my love, sleep," whispered Sebastian. Enchanted by the smooth baritone voice, Ciel drifted off. It had been a good day.

Eyelids fluttered open as the room came into focus. Orbs looked at the ceiling above before flickering to the person deep asleep next to him.

He whispered his partner's name and there was no response. Satisfied that he was soundly asleep, the male climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. On his way, he picked up an extra set of clothing and his hand phone.

The door closed and locked behind him with a click. Then, he scrolled through his phone, checking for missed calls or messages. And indeed, there were.

He redialed the number and was put on another line. "Yes," he said and over the buzz of instructions, he replied, "Yes. Understood."

Cleaning himself, the male then slipped into his clothing. The usual black ones. He checked his reflection one final time before exiting the room.

The male padded to where his companion slept. Lowering his upper half of his body, he kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry. And… I love you." Soft words were whispered and their only witness was the bright full moon.

He gazed lovingly at the male he so loved. I'm sorry… With that, he turned away and walked out of the bedroom, face and heart filled with guilt.

Slinging his bag over his shoulders, the male left the house without a noise. Once reaching the main road, he waited. And watched as pair of headlights appeared around the corner, the vehicle stopped in front of him.

"Sir," the driver addressed him. Yes, he was greatly respected by those whom he worked with. After all, he was brought up by the master since young. Without his master, he wouldn't be here today.

"The items you've requested are in the back of the vehicle. Master sends his regards to you, telling you that there isn't any urgency in reporting the information you've gathered. He wants you to slowly uncover their plans. Also, he would like to meet you at the main office two weeks from now," the driver told the male, his superior.

The male nodded and said, "I will. But for now, I trust that you have the basic information for me?"

He swung his leg, kicking the door open. It slammed back and revealed the room. With his most trusted gun, he made small careful steps into the area.

"There's nothing here," he reported into the walkie-talkie, which crackled and answered back.

"Sir, there's nothing here too. What're your orders?"

His alert eyes scanned the area, taking in every single detail. They occasionally flicker to the entrance of the room. "Search the area. But," he cautioned, "Be sure that you do not mess the place. Only take what's necessary."

He came to a stop, in front of a desk. His left gloved hand reached out and pulled the drawer. It didn't bulge. After a few tries, he stopped, knowing that he'd disturbed the long settled dust. Placing his Beretta 92 into its holster, he pulled out a screwdriver; a handy tool in times of need. Forcing the metal tip into the lock, he slowly turned the screwdriver in a clockwise direction.

Satisfied that the drawer clicked open, the male pulled the wooden compartment. He smirked, yes, he had found something. Piles of paper; letters and bills, money too. He reached out and took a couple of letters. They were open and his eyes quickly scanned through them.

"Bingo," muttered the figure clad in black. He had found evidence and uncovered more information. This sender of these letters… knew a lot and this proved to be a problem for him. Dropping the letters inside his backpack that he had brought, he sighed. Instead of spending the lonely night with his lover, he was out here carrying out orders. But it couldn't be helped.

The contents of the drawer were thoroughly searched through. He had to work fast, or else his cover would be blown. Nimble fingers ran through the papers of none importance until the male across a folder. With narrowed eyes, he picked it up. It was thick and across the cover, the word 'confidential' was stamped.

Well well, what a find, he thought.

But his eyes flew wide open as the folder's contents were revealed. This… this is… A faded photograph stared back at him. This is… Darren, head of machinery… he'd died of an unknown cause. They never found his body and hence assumed that he was dead. Now, he knew, he now knew how one of his members had died. Under the hands of them…

He flipped further. Reports of the same kind were all filed in. Reports of dead people, be it they were from his 'family' or theirs, some dated ten years back. As he neared the end, he stopped. It can't be… Why? W-what's this…?

The male carefully read the page, eyes picking up words of importance. "Main branch… sub-branch… agreement… better for all…" he muttered. The gears of his head began to turn as they connected the information he had just read to his organization's activities so far. And they made sense. They fitted nicely, without any loopholes. He hung his head low. After all these times he had been in the organization, he was living in deception and so have the other members. But he being brought up by the head of the 'family' and was confirmed that he would be the next in line, he never knew this… till today. With clenched fists, he intended to demand an explanation from his 'parent'.

"Who's there?" someone shouted. The male snapped the folder with a snap and pulled out his Beretta, however kept it out of sight.

A shadow soon fell on him and the male found himself being cornered by the other. The tip of the blade his enemy held was pressed against his neck, hard enough to draw small droplets of blood, staining the metal.

'Who are you?" the captor demanded. The male kept silent, much to the displeasure of the other. He winced when the tip was pushed further. "Speak!"

The male's shoulders shook as he let out a silent chuckle, much to the amusement of his enemy, who in return growled. He sighed. Guess it couldn't be helped, he thought. Giving in, the male said, "Do you not who I am? Surely, you must have heard of me before."

Eyebrows furrowed, the enemy whispered into his ear, "I don't care who you are. The fact that you, from my rival organization, are enough to make me eliminate you."

The male tsked, "That shouldn't be that case. If I were gone, which I promise you I'll not be; our families would go into a deeper conflict. No? And of course, with my death, my members will haunt not just you but everyone you love and your 'family' too. I believe you are just a rookie, not knowing the contents of this file." He paused; listening to his captor's breathing getting heavier. "What if you were to read what is stated here? You would demand an explanation from your leader, asking why such an important and significant contract was hidden beneath the pile of papers and locked away. Won't you?"

He knew, his enemy knew that he was testing his patience, pushing his limits. But he had to take the risk for the information he had gotten his hands on was far more important than his own life. It concerned the history and establishment of his and his enemy's organizations.

His enemy hesitated, which proved that the faith in his own 'family' had wavered. Then, the captor sucked in air and replied him, "I will not. For my only job is to guard this place. Not to dig up any old materials. "But from his tone, the male knew that his captor was a newbie; who did not know much about his own role he played in the organization. Such a failure he was…

The male said nothing in return, just waiting for the right moment to strike. Whereas his enemy grew more agitated as the seconds ticked by. Clearly, he was not trained in finishing of a person as of yet. He smirked, the ball was in his court now, and all he has to do is to wait for a wrong move and finish the other.

"Put the folder down," ordered his captor, in which he obeyed the instruction. The folder was placed on the table and the male checked his gun, making sure that the silencer was in place.

AS he did that, he commented, "I'm sure after you finished me, your 'family' would promote you several ranks for killing such a deadly enemy." The grip on the knife was tightened, an action that did not go unnoticed by the male. Instead, the grin on his face grew wider. The enemy had fallen into his trap. He was just stalling for time, confusing his enemy and as a result, he knew that the emotions of the other were stirred. A weakness of newbies, a trait the needed to be removed when the first training begun.

With his ego boosted, the other was starting to lose focus. His aim of getting rid of him was getting further. And this was what the male was waiting for.

Swiftly, he raised his right head above his head, finger on the trigger and pressed it.

Blood spluttered on the floor and the body fell back. The male managed to catch the knife before it drew a horizontal line across his neck. After all, he couldn't leave such an obvious injury for others to see.

He turned and looked at the body. His enemy's eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. In this kind of line, such deaths are necessary for one to gain an upper hand over the others. The bullet that went through his head lay next to him. The male picked it up and dropped it in a zip lock bag, together with its shell. Such important evidence could not be left at the scene.

Then, he cleaned the knife, clearing it of his own blood. As he took another glance at the corpse, he reached for his gadget and pushed a button. "Clear out of the area. I've been found. Take whatever you've uncovered. And I expect to meet the whole group in fifteen," he talked into it.

"Yes Sir!" it replied.

Squatting next to the dead enemy, he replaced the knife on him and whispered, "Thanks to your inability, I've managed to get such a valuable piece of information," he paused, chuckling to himself. "Don't worry; your death will not be in vain."

He got up, grabbed the folder and left the room. The door closed behind him, hiding the dead man.

The male crept into the room. As he looked towards the bed that he and his lover shared, he sighed with relief.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and walked towards the sleeping male. Then, he stripped out of the clean set of clothes, letting them pool at his feet. The fragrance of the shampoo that he had used earlier was still evident. At least, it was better then he, smelling like gunpowder, blood and sweat.

Yes, he had gotten rid of those before returning home. Even his Beretta 92 was with a trusted member. It wasn't safe to bring back such an obvious item. However, the folder he had just found few hours back was still with him. The contents would have to be carefully analyzed before his meeting with the master; he had to be prepared.

The male sat at the edge of the bed and looked out of the window. The lonely moon stared back at him; nothing had changed. The mission, the blood that stained his hands; nothing had changed. But with his lover next to him, everything felt alright. Except…

Shaking his head, he cleared those thoughts. Every single nerve was begging him to let them rest, which he did. He got under the covers and let his eyelids close over his eyes. In the comfort and warmth of his lover, the male was pulled into the worlds of darkness. It had been… a relatively good day.

Done! ^^ This is a special chapter hence is longer than the others and yes, this happens before Sebastian and Ciel broke up.

I've received some feedback that the timeline of this fic is quite confusing so hence, I've written it down. Take note that all the chapters I've posted, excluding the special chapters, happened after their relationship ended.

Chapters One and Two – Happened in the past, four years ago. Before Ciel became a demon, before his 'death'.

Chapter Three – In the present, four years later. Ciel has become a demon and went to Sebastian's café.

Chapter Four – This chapter has both past and present in it. The first part would be in the past while the next happened in the present, and that is when Ciel encountered Sebastian.

Chapter Five and Six – This chapter is continuous from Chapter Four, hence it happened in the present.

Chapter Seven and Eight – Both chapters are in present time and this is where Ciel and his colleagues patron Sebastian's café.

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