A/N: I have fulfilled my promise that I said before in the other chapter; that I would update in about a week or so. I hope that this chapters meets your expectations. Thank you for reading my story after all this time and wait. Now, I present to you, Chapter 14.

Disclaimer: I must state, that obviously, all the characters in Black Butler and Pandora Hearts are not mine. At all. Even if I wanted them with all my heart. I just… don't.

Ciel's POV

That madman Oz ran out of the dining room like a lunatic. Perhaps it was because of the hint I was giving him. While my guests were having a heated discussion, Oz's valet moved in my direction. Great. More blaming the Earl who is in charge of this and that, and blah, blah, blah. What was his name again?

"Excuse me, Earl," He said, staring me straight in the face. "I was wondering if you knew where my master went?"

"Ah," I mumbled to myself. I gestured out the door. "Please, follow me." We walked down the hall in eerie silence. I took him to my office, where we could discuss in private. I sat myself in my chair, and signaled him to sit in the chair across my desk.

"Have you ever heard of the Pandora Organization?" He said.

"I'm sorry, but what was your name again?" I asked tiredly, trying to stall the conversation. I opened up a drawer slowly so that he wouldn't suspect anything of me.

"Gilbert Nightray," He said. "And can you answer my question?"

"Yes yes," I grumbled. "The Pandora Organization…" I reached into the drawer, and wrapped my fingers around a gun. "The organization that helps the Queen?"

"Of course," Gilbert said. "We were here because of a letter Her Majesty sent us."

"Mhm," I put my finger on the trigger. "Her Majesty trusts Pandora more than her own Watchdog!" At the same time, we stood up, pointing our guns at each other's faces. "Well now, you're a little smart."

"I must say the same about you," Gilbert breathed heavily. "Now, why don't we both put down our guns, and make a truce?"

"With Pandora? Hardly," I grinned. We stared at each other awkwardly, and I shifted my position so I would look more threatening.

Gilbert sneered at me, "So, what's under the eyepatch? I wouldn't think that a thirteen year old would have lost an eye at such a young age."

"You never know," I shot first. He dodged, but the bullet sliced the tips of his hair off. I kept shooting wildly, while he ran around the room, completely avoiding the bullets. Gilbert jumped, and landed behind me, knocking the gun out of my hand, his arm around my neck, and pushed his gun against my eyepatch.

"Now, let's see." He pulled off the string on the back of my head, and the eyepatch fell to the ground, with the gun still pointed at my eye. I kept it closed though, but it might've looked like a flirtatious wink from the back. "Open it."

"Why should I?" I sneered. "You might fall from shock."

"I hardly doubt it. Now please," He placed his finger on the trigger, "I don't want to hurt a young little boy right now."

I opened my eye, slowly and dramatically. The purple glow of the faustian contract brightened up from my eye. Gilbert backed up slowly, "Wha-what in the world is that?!"

"You of all people should know, Pandora." I placed my fingers around my eye. "A contract with a demon."

Gilbert just stared at me, and continued to hold up a gun to protect himself.

"Now, I will summon it for you," I grinned. "Seba-"

And that was all I could say before I blacked out, unconscious.

I woke up, with a handkerchief stuffed into my mouth, and my eyes blindfolded. My hands and legs were tied together tightly, and all of a sudden, I thought of the Viscount. Oh please, not him again.

"Well, someone's awake," A man's voice said cheerfully. Hold on for a moment, the Viscount does not speak like that at all. It seemed so sugar coated, almost like my personality.

"Mff!" I tried to utter Sebastian's name, but it didn't come out the way I wanted it too.

I felt a cold object against the side of my face, and it pulled off the blindfold. My eyes were blinded for a moment because of the light, but once my eyes focused, there in front of me, looming over my tied up body, was a man with white hair, His bangs covered one side of his face, so you couldn't see his right eye.

"Good evening, Earl Ciel Phantomhive," Break whispered, his wine-red eye staring straight into mine.

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