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-Cinnamon Pinwheels.

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The pain had died down somewhat. For now any ways and Ciel had his scream's back. Not for the first time over the last week Sebastian and the other servant's were grateful that the mansion was in the middle of now where, far way from town. So far Ciel had bleed through his bandages about 5 time's, sweat through his sheet's 3 times and screamed like he was dying, which he was, every few hour's. The pain went past intense and came in waves. His every breath burnt and his every heat beat was like he was being stabbed. His body hurt like lava was coursing through his veins, not blood.

As Ciel drifted in and out of consciousness, he heard everything that went on around him. That included the servant's, Grell, and Sebastian talking about who did this to him. Madam Red's sister-in-law? Who knew past problem, dead past problem's, would come back to kill Ciel? The pain dissolved a little as fell unconscious once again. In the pain-caused dream Ciel was tied down by black chain's as red droplets of blood fell on him, burning his skin, his hair, everything. The whole world was white and the blood stained the ground. He sat there, chained down, and watched as a tall blonde woman with light blue eye's that where almost grey in a blood red dress smile at his pain. The woman was arm-in-arm with the demon from the Island, who was now dressed in a red suit that matched the woman's perfectly.

"Annah, think we had fun today, don't you?" The demon laughed.

"Yes, David. I think we a lot of fun. This was once a proud earl, right?." The woman named Annah laughed. "Hard to believe that now."

"Should we cause him more harm?" David asked, excitement glinted in his eye's.

"How?" Annah was suddenly very interested.

"We carry him away. He wouldn't be able to return to consciousness and eventually his body would stop doing anything, his breathe would stop, his heart would stop. His beloved butler would be crushed. Shall we?" David smiled.

"After you," Annah replied. And they started forwards. David grabbed the chain's and Annah grabbed Ciel from behind and they began half carrying, half dragging Ciel into a small shack not to far away. The shack was black and stood out against it's white they carried Ciel towards the house Ciel felt the pain fading slowly, little by little. Sure it still and it still hurt, breathing and everything, but it was definitely a little better.

In the shack was a giant black pot, the size of a person. The demon's chucked Ciel in and closed the cover. Ciel landed in the bottom with a loud thump and a small whimper of pain. Ciel sat up then he lay back on the side of the pot. He felt a pair of lips on his forehead.

"Mey-Rin, what do you think you are doing?" Sebastian's voice echoed all around Ciel. Ciel bolted up right. Was he waking up?

"I was just checking the young master's temperature, Mister Sebastian." Mey-Rin's voice then filled the air.

"Very well, please go get some cold water and a cloth." Sebastian's voice sound strong but Ciel wasn't waking up. Ciel heard Mey-Rin leave to fetch the water. By the time he heard her come back he still hadn't woken. "Thank you, Mey-Rin. Please go wash some sheet's for the young master. If his fever is spiking again we may very well need them." Ciel felt a cool cloth on his forehead and someone checking his pulse through his wrist. Ciel heard a gasp from the other side of his consciousness.

"Mey-Rin, instead why don't you call the doctor back. I'm afraid Earl Phantomhive might be about to go." Sebastian called after the maid. Sebastian continued to hold his wrist, making sure there was no mistake. Ciel's heart beat really was fading. Slowly, as if he were dying, not fast, like what usually happened when one was turning into a demon. "Maybe they figured out how to lock his soul away," Sebastian whispered to himself. "No, they couldn't. That's for the elite demon's."

Ciel wanted to scream: I'M NOT DYING IDIOT! I HAVE BEEN LOCKED UP! but he couldn't. Not at Sebastian anyway's. Ciel studied his new cage. The cover might be movable but Ciel needed to make sure he could escape before he dared try any thing. He pressed an ear to the side of the pot. He heard a door closing and muffled voices fading away. This was his chance! But he needed a plan first.

The doctor arrived in just under half an hour. He checked Ciel out and announced, "He will be gone soon. There is nothing I can do." Sebastian felt empty inside as he lead the doctor back to his carriage. Then he went to the kitchen to speak with the servant's.

Ciel had been thinking of a plan of escape when he heard Sebastian seeing someone in his room. He felt cold hand's pressing into his neck and his wrist's, his back and his chest. Then he heard a voice say, "He will be gone soon." Ciel felt what little blood was left in his body run cold.

"Of course. Thank you for coming. Shall I see you out now?" Sebastian replied but his voice sounded hallow. Sad but holding back. Ciel needed to escape. He felt bad he'd done this to Sebastian. Ciel saw a small crack began to form on the lid of the pot. Ciel had found his means of escape.

"So? What did the doctor say?" Bard demanded.

"He will be gone soon." Sebastian said bluntly. Mey-Rin fell back in the chair she had just vacated. Finny leaned on the counter. Bard stared at Sebastian uncomprehendingly. All three had the beginnings of tears in their eye's. "You you like to pay him so last respect's?" They nodded mutely and followed Sebastian from the kitchen. Sebastian bowed before his dying lord and meal. The other Servant's bowed on the right on Sebastian.

"*Sniff* I'm sorry for *Sniff* always messing up." Mey-Rin went first and she was a complete wreck.

"Sorry. I don't know how to do 'slow cooking'" Bard was holding up fine but he still had tear's in his eye's.

"*Sniff* Sorry for *Sniff* always messing *Sniff* messing up *Sniff* the garden *Sniff* Some way or *Sniff* or an other*" Finny was crying harder than Mey-Rin but couldn't seem to hold it back.

"My Lord. It has been an... interesting last 3 year's. I'm sorry I could not finish our contract. This is worse than not having dinner ready. Please forgive me." Sebastian felt tear's beginning to build his eye's as he bowed lower. Then he promptly got up and left the room. Tear's streaming down his face as he went and hind in study.

Ciel frowned. Why were they apologizing? He had forgiven them for these things month's ago. He had resigned himself to the fact they would never be as good as Sebastian. But Sebastian? Why would he say that? Ciel closed his eye's and saw Sebastian sitting behind his desk his office. Tear's stream down his face. Had Ciel been the cause of such weakness? Ciel began to reach up at the lid to try to push it off. He felt his blood flow stop. His pain was completely gone. He had failed to return. He had failed worse than Sebastian not having dinner ready.

Sebastian turned his chair to stare at the wall when he heard a knock on his door. "Enter."

"He's gone now Mister Sebastian." Mey-Rin whispered.

"Thank you for telling me. Please call UnderTaker and let him know he can now fit Ciel for that coffin. Then call Lady Elizabeth and let her know what has happened. Talk to her if she'll let her. Tell he some of his last words were 'I'm sorry, Elizabeth. It might make her feel a bit better. Then you and the rest of the servant's can take the rest of the day off." Sebastian answered in his usual no-nonsense tone while the tear continued to pour down his face. His young master was gone now. He had to keep calm and carry on work as usual.

Ciel fell against the side of the pot. He felt nothing. He heard the servant's get up leave after he had 'died'. He had heard Sebastian walk briskly away. Ciel had failed to return to his butler, his servant's, and his fiance but that didn't matter because now there was way to even get to heaven or hell.