"Sebastian, what's wrong with you?" Dawn cries as she runs to him. He pouts and steps back, obviously not wanting to face her. "Now what will my lord eat?" She dashes around, looking for ingredients for a quick cake.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, leaning towards her as she stands over the oven impatiently, waiting for the cake to cook.

"It's fine." She whispers back. "Are you sure you're okay?" She looks up at him.

"I don't know." He replies honestly. Dawn turns to him and strokes his hair, making him smile at her like a cat she was petting.

"You go rest while I finish breakfast. I'll let you know if he needs anything from you."

"What if I fall asleep? Will you kiss me like the prince kissed Sleeping Beauty?"

"I'll see." She smirks and turns back to the cake, smiling as it begins rising. "Bard, prepare another plate." She begins making the chocolate sauce on the stove, melting the Funtom. chocolate. Sebastian kisses her head before walking off, and she smiles to herself as she finishes the cake.

She dashes out with it, and Ciel raises an eyebrow. "Why so late?" He asks.

"I'm sorry! Sebastian had a few issues with it, but it's all good now!" She stands by him, her cheeks bright red. As he eats a bit of it, he smiles up at her.

"Delicious. It seems fresher than usual."

"Only the best for my young master." She bows.

"Dawn, come." He stands after having finished the cake.

"Yes, my young master." She smiles as Mey-Rin starts clearing up. "Mey, take it slowly. You're in no rush."

"O-o-okay!" She stammers, putting a few plates down and taking them to the kitchen. Dawn walks after Ciel and smiles as he lets her into his study.

"Close the door." He tells her, sitting on his chair without even looking at her. She does as she is told, like a doll being controlled by the man holding the strings. "Dawn, what new dances do you have to teach me?"

"Ah!" She jumps a little, not having expected that. "Well, Sebastian told me he taught you the Viennese wa-"

"Do not take his word. I can't dance any dance to save my life." He interrupts.

"Um, alright, then I'll just go wear my dress." She bows.

"Of course." He waves her off and she bows once more before rushing off.

She giggles as she bumps into Sebastian and hugs him tightly. "Hi, gorgeous!" She greets.

"H-hello…" He breathes, holding her weakly.

"Are you still tired?" She whispers. He nods against her and she pulls him to her room as she goes to change. "You rest."

"I can't refuse…" He croaks, sitting on the bed as she places him there. "Not if my precious angel wants me to." He smiles as a small blush graces Dawn's cheek.

"I'll be changing, so don't peek." She tells him as she walks to the armoire.

"I may be tempted." He grins at her as much as he can.

"Just look forward to a kiss once I'm done."

"I'm dying for it already." He closes his eyes. She quickly gets changed into her knee-length dress and puts her ballerina flats on before running to Sebastian and kissing him eagerly. She smiles as she curls up against him to kiss him. "D-Dawn." He whispers, taking a breath.

"Mm?" She murmurs.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." She sits up and kisses his lips once more. "I'll be going now. You just get some rest." He nods and smiles as she walks away. Dawn sighs as she walks back up to Ciel's study and knocks.

"Come in." He calls, as if not happy with her knocking. She steps in, smoothing her dress. This time, she'd chosen a deep green chiffon dress and as soon as he saw her, Ciel paused. "Didn't you have a brown one?" He asks bluntly.

"I-If you don't like this one, I can g-"

"No." He says, shaking his head. She couldn't help but notice that his cheeks had turned slightly pink. "Anyway, what is the Viennese Waltz?" He folds his arms.

"Well, it's a more upbeat waltz, and it needs a smooth surface rather than a carpet. Of course, it's possible on a carpet, but it needs technique." She smiles.

"Teach me on carpet first." He orders as he walks to her.

"I will, my lord." She holds her hands out to him and he blushes harder as he takes her hand and places another on her waist. She gently places a hand on his shoulder and leads him to the side of the room. "My lord, move your right foot, then your left like this." She begins teaching him the steps, him stumbling a little before actually starting to learn the steps.

"Enough." Ciel sighs as he fails yet again and completing a complete turn. "This dance is impossible."

"Of course it isn't, my lord." Dawn smiles and bobs a curtsy.

"You're an angel. Learning how to dance is natural for you."

Dawn couldn't help but laugh. "My lord, you've misunderstood!" He raises an eyebrow at her. "Angels are the last people who know how to dance! It's the demons who dance, but angels are more intellectual. Angels may play musical instruments, read and write books, or make inventions, whereas the demons prefer to dance, fight and well, just be crazy."

"Obviously, since Sebastian is so crazy." Ciel mutters. Dawn giggles.

"He didn't used to be. Sebastian was more like a bored prince. He'd run out recklessly and do things he shouldn't as a demon. Sebastian was a rebel to them and hated by the angels, so he was stuck in the middle of two problems. When I met him, though, he seemed sweet and cute. Of course, I was an innocent idiot then, but who cares, right?" She giggles and looks down, blushing as she runs her hands over her skirt.

"So the demons wouldn't accept him if he went back?"

"I doubt it. The demons, despite being quick to forget, are also keen on holding grudges." She sighs. "I don't know if I'd be welcome back home either. I betrayed them, and I left with someone they hated…"

"Honestly, Dawn, stop telling stories and get back to work." Ciel stammers, his cheeks burning bright red as the subject of romance began creeping its way into their conversation.

"Of course, my lord." She smiles. "What would you like?"

"I'd prefer to have lunch soon. Go ensure that it is prepared. I want it fresh and quick." He orders.

"Of course, my lord." She repeats, scurrying out after excusing herself.

"Sebastian!" She giggles as she bumps into him and leans up, pecking his cheek.

"What's this?" Sebastian replies with a smirk as he wraps his arms around her. "Someone is in a good mood."

"I am! I am because I'm with you!" She hugs him tightly and he chuckles as he pulls her to the kitchen, having expected Ciel to be hungry by then.

"How was dancing with him?" He asks as Dawn pulls him to her room so she can change.

"It was good, but he seems to be giving up on the Viennese." She gets changed, not in the least uncomfortable with Sebastian with her. She puts her aproned dress on and walks up to him.

"I expected that, but I never expected you to look this radiant." He smirks and picks her up, carrying her off to the kitchen for the second time. This time, however, the kitchen is her destination. "Anyway, what do you think we should make?"

"Hm… How about something foreign?"

"Interesting. Suggestions?" Sebastian starts peering through the ingredients they have. Luckily, none of the three servants was present so they had the kitchen to themselves.

"How about I make some chicken a la angel?" I smirked at him, and he immediately understood. I used to make it for him when we were together, and he loved it.

"That would be lovely." Sebastian smirked.

"Then get me my ingredients." I told him. He began picking things up, smiling all the while.

"What is this?" Ciel asks. Before Dawn could speak, Sebastian began the explanation.

"A foreign dish, my lord. It consists of chicken, vegetables and its sauce is a mixture of spices."

"Hmph." Ciel takes a sip and raises an eyebrow at Sebastian. "Well done, Sebastian."

"Thank you, my lord." Just what was happening?! Dawn was confused and looked to Sebastian, who pretended that he couldn't see her. How could Sebastian take credit for something she did? She couldn't believe him.

"You know, Dawn, perhaps you should learn from him." Ciel smirks a little to himself, knowing that he had told Sebastian the same thing for Dawn earlier.

"Or perhaps he should learn to be honest." She mutters. Her anger was building, and it wasn't good. She could feel her scepter build in her hands, but she tried to contain it in her fists. If she had her scepter, she could finish off Sebastian easily, but she didn't want to. As much as he was being a jerk, she just couldn't do that to him.

What happened next was something not even Dawn could anticipate. She heard a scream of pain, and only later realized that it was her, having fallen to the ground. Slowly, everything began to go blurry. She then saw someplace familiar. Home? This was her home; the land of the angels, but this also wasn't it. The land of the Angels was prosperous and happy, not burning in ruins. She looks in shock and finds herself almost being transported to another place. In front of her is Queen Solitina, lying in her bed and breathing heavily. She was dying. The word seemed to kill Dawn in her mind. "No!" She screams. "No! You can't die!" She sobs as she finds that the woman cannot hear her. "Please! They need you! You can't leave them like this!" She shrieks. "I'm sorry!" She cries. "I'm sorry!"

"Dawn." She heard the queen murmur. Dawn scurried to her side, tripping and stumbling on her way.

"I'm here!" She squeaks.

"Dawn, don't… Maid, tell Dawn she mustn't… She mustn't reprimand herself… Love is a sweet thing… Maid, I am running out of time… I must see her, Maid… Please bring her i-if you can…"

"Your majesty." She murmurs. Dawn screams as she finds herself being sucked away from the queen's side. She didn't want to leave her. She didn't want to leave her mother's side, so why did she have to?

"Dawn!" She heard a male voice call. It sounded familiar, yet unwelcome at the time. She didn't want to hear this man. She wanted another man; a comforting, soothing voice.

"Go away." She mutters, before opening her eyes. She sees Sebastian bending over her, worry in his eyes. Yet why didn't she believe it? "William." She says bluntly.

"No, Dawn, I'm Sebastian." He smiles at her.

"No. I want William. Now." She orders. He nods, realizing her mood and rushes out to find a way to contact the shinigami.* Soon, Dawn found William walking towards her, a frown on his face.

"You saw." He whispers. She nods and bursts into tears, holding onto him.

"I need to see her." She whimpers.

"Of course." He holds her tightly and kisses her head. Dawn felt warm in his arms. For once, she felt like she had someone like a father.

"Stay." She breathes after a while.

"I will." He replies. "Just give me a room to stay in."

"Okay…" She stands up and looks around. "I'll sleep on the fl-"

"I'm going to sleep in the bed with you." He says bluntly, interrupting her.

"What?" She jumps.

"Don't worry. I won't try anything." He grins and holds his arms out to her, to which she runs happily. She loved having William with her; he made her feel happy and special; he made her feel safe, and she knew he could get her to her mother as soon as possible. She curled up against him, falling asleep and not even caring about Ciel and Sebastian for once.

Dawn awoke much earlier than normal, even for her. She saw that the sun was just beginning to rise. Beside her was William, sleeping soundly. She notices a small black piece of wood peeking out from underneath his pillow. Pulling it out slowly, she realized that it was a small book. She slowly opens it, and immediately realizes that it's a diary. Now, she knew that poking her nose into other people's business wasn't right, but she wanted to know what went on in that man's head. She opened to the first page and found that it dated back to before she was born. She smiles as she reads the first entry:

June 3rd

Eleanor still isn't getting better. The baby's going well, but I'm afraid she might not make it through childbirth. Why I'd decided to put a human through such pain, I don't know, but I loved her. I love her. We've decided that we'd have a girl. It made Eleanor happy, but she says she wants a boy who looks like me. She's adorable like that. My students still keep on asking me about the baby, and I wish I could just tell them all about Eleanor's pregnancy. However, I do have to keep order in the classroom. I love having Eleanor by my side, but I'm worried. What should I do?

Dawn sighs. So he had a wife and child? It wouldn't show on him that he'd suffered such grief and pain before. She proceeded to read the next entry.

July 6th

Our daughter's just been born. She's a beautiful baby, but Eleanor looks like she might not last. I'm holding her in my arms as I write this, and the secret doctors have extracted the milk from Eleanor. They seem so sure that she's going to die, but I don't want her to. They've given me a massive box of baby bottles, which should last her a while. I don't know what to name her yet. I'm going to wait for Eleanor to wake up so I can ask her. She said she had a name in mind, but she never told me. I'm not happy about this, and I'm sure she's going to survive, but deep down, I know she won't last.

Tears spring up into Dawn's eyes as she reads about Eleanor. Did William love her that much? So much he was willing to believe that she would survive to name their daughter?

July 26th

They just told me that she's gone. Our little girl's crying, and nothing seems to calm her down. The poor girl's felt it. Everyone says that the bond between mother and daughter is powerful. I never thought it would go that far. I'm scared. What should I do?

She found the next entry written directly below it. He hadn't even bothered changing pages. It seemed to be a year ahead, though, since the dates didn't correspond.

July 2nd

I've decided to take my girl to the angels. Maybe I should take her to the demons, though. They would give her a freer life, but the angels would raise her better. I'll probably leave her on the bridge. I'm going to try and get closer to her when she's older, but for now, I need to let her have a mother. I'm going to take her tomorrow at night, when no one will see her. I've put a necklace on her with the word Lacrimosa on it. It should protect her until somebody takes her in. Lacrimosa; the magic of the peace treaty. I had one of the runaway angels put her to sleep. Once somebody says the word, she'll wake up. She deserves to be at peace until she's found.

Dawn frowned a little. Just why did this seem slightly familiar? She shook her head and carried on reading, wary of William.

July 5th

The angels have taken her. Even better, she's with the royal family. They've given her some powers, too. I'm glad. Everyone's happy to have her, and I'm glad to see her happy. I stopped by to visit the queen this morning and I saw her sitting on her small throne, reading a book. She didn't even look up at me, and it made me smile. To see my daughter reading a book so intently; it's probably what I wanted. I asked Queen Solitina about the name they'd given her. They'd named her Dawn.

Dawn froze and held the book tightly in her hands. William Spears was her father? She looked at him and tears filled her eyes. She wanted to hate him for leaving her. She wanted to wake him up and punch him and cry at him and scream at him for letting go of her so easily, but she couldn't. For one thing, he looked so very peaceful as he slept; for another thing, he had done it for her. He knew he couldn't raise her like a mother could. She'd done the same thing he did with her son, so she couldn't really blame him for his judgement. Like father like daughter, right? Dawn cried silent tears as she returned the book to his pillow and curled up against him. She felt his sleeping form hold her tightly. "Eleanor…" He whispers against her hair, holding her as if desperate to keep her with him.

"It's okay." Dawn breathes into his ear. "I'm here, Papa." She holds onto him and closes her eyes, falling asleep once more.

Later in the morning, Dawn awoke to find William just waking up. "Morning." He groans a little.

"Good morning… Papa…" His eyes widen and he jumps up, looking at her.

"H-how did you…" His eyes dart to his diary and he groans. "I'm sorry, Dawn." He says into his hands.

"It's okay, Papa. I'm here." She smiles and curls up against him.

"Dawn…" He whispers. "Your mother would be so happy to see you like this."

"I love you, Papa." She smiles up at him and he picks her up, sitting her on his lap.

"I love you, too, Dawn." Dawn jumps a little as Sebastian barges in.

"You son of a-" He pulls an arm back, his eyes glowing red with anger.

"Don't!" Dawn cries, her arms stretching out over her father. "He's my Papa!" She whispers.

"What?" Sebastian hisses. She nods and holds onto William, who sighs and nods.

"If you hurt him, I won't ever forgive you." She tells him. Sebastian nods and sits down on the side of the bed. Dawn smiles at him and holds his hand, moving down to sit between her father and husband. She knew she should be mad at Sebastian, but she would settle that later. Right now, she needed to focus on the more important things; like her finding her father after all those years of wondering. "You're both with me… I'm the happiest in the world right now." She closes her eyes and falls back onto the bed, pulling them down with her. Sebastian pecks her lips as William kisses her head. Dawn jumps up, leaving them on the bed, and runs over to her closet. She brings out her suit and runs into a bathroom, getting changed rapidly and running back to them.

"Dawn, you have a very important request to ask of your master today." William tells her. She sighs and nods, remembering that she needed to go see her mother. Or rather, the queen as she now had to call her. Dawn walked over to Sebastian and bent over him.

"Sebastian Michaelis, you are to rest for the whole of today. You have a cold, and you need to get better." He nods and pecks her lips before she steps back. She blows them kisses and walks out of her room, walking up to Ciel Phantomhive's bedroom.

She finds him scruffily dressed and waiting for her. She starts adjusting his clothes silently. "What is the matter with you? You collapsed yesterday and I saw nothing of you afterwards."

"My mother is in danger." She whispers. She wanted to call the queen her mother just until she died. She would give her that.

"How so?" He asks, trying to seem as cold-hearted as he led others to believe he was.

"I think there's a war going on. The demons don't show mercy, and neither do the angels." She murmurs.

"You want to go see her?" He asks, as if reading her mind. She looks up at him and he nods at her. "She is your mother. She deserves to have you by her side, if you love her this much."

"Thank you, my lord!" She hugs him tightly and sobs into his neck. He holds her for a moment before she quickly calms down and stands up.

"Send Sebastian up. You may go with William." He tells her. She nods and bows.

"Farewell, my young master." She bends down and pecks his cheek before rushing off to pack her things, leaving a red faced Ciel behind who felt something he'd never understood before welling up inside him. Not love; he knew how that felt and it wasn't what he was feeling now. Not nervousness or worry; he wasn't worried about Dawn at all. Admiration? No. He sighs to himself as he realizes that he sees Dawn as the mother he had lost after so long.