Chapter 9-Unsolved Mysteries

Hey, okay so just incase you're reading and think I've already read that! The part of chapter nine partly I did put in full chapter nine. So you are re-reading something, but there is more than last time. Okay, I've finally revised everything and it just came to me now! So here's the full length chapter nine! I hope you enjoy it and thanks to Grells Girl for wishing me luck. God bless and thanks for reading!

"Where the bloody hell is everyone?"

Ciel sighed as he leaned against the Comity's door. It was his first day as a club member, and his associates were no where to be found. How bothersome...Of course he wasn't exactly torn up about the situation. Perhaps if their rendevous was delayed long enough he could convince Sebastian to excuse him from club activities.

He groaned.

Convince Sebastian? When had it come to the point where a lord had to convince his servant of anything? It pained the boy to admit it, but he knew that somewhere along the years he had lost the absolute control over the demon of which he had previously posessed. When did it occur? He couldn't tell you, but it was easy to see the results of the event.

Forced to go to school, forced to join the comity, forced to put his faith into Sebastian, hoping that he knew what was best for the both of them. How could he even call himself a Lord? At this point, it was almost as if they were equals...

His fist pounded against the door as he cried out in fury.

"Open this damn door now!"

Over and over he slammed against the door, but it did little to help the situation. It remained tighty shut, and its contents remained sealed away, continually out of Ciel's reach. The fact frustrated him to an infinate level, knowing that without some unruly servant he couldn't even open a door.

What had become of him? What had happened to Ciel Phanthomive? He had lost somewhere along the way, disappeared into the dark void of time, never to return. Ciel Phanthomhive no longer lived, a demon, Ciel Michealis stood in his place. The boy hated what he had become, but what was the point in self pity? It did nothing to help his situation. It never had and it never would. Not at his parents' deaths and not in this very moment or any to follow.

He had faced the fact that he would remain this way for eternity, a pawn of Hell, but still he hadn't learned to accept his fate. He unleashed his fury upon the door, beating it senseless to no avail. All the anger and frustration that had grown inside him was let loose upon the meaningless piece of wood. Still, it remained closed...

"I said open this damn door!"

With a final blow Ciel slammed against the door, all his emotions, the anger, the fury, the pity, the rage, were let loose in this single strike against the wooden menace. That solitary blow was it took for the door to shatter beneath him. Wood chips flew into the air and splinters took off in flight as the door finally gave way to his demands.

When the ordeal was over in its entirty, the boy collapsed to the ground, heaving and panting. Exhausted he lay in the aftermath of his actions, shocked at his own behavior. Never before had he left his emotions in such an unbridled state, so out of control that he could hardly recognize himself.

Of course Ciel's identification was a bit easier for others.

"Ciel?"

The boy's head snapped up and turned to face two of the comity's members. With shocked expressions and hestitant manners, Dasan and Warren slowly approached the recovering Ciel. The boy sat still and quiet, like a fawn caught in the lights of an oncoming car. What could he do in this situation? He had never been faced with such an obstacle before and unlike his past experiences, Sebastian wasn't there to help him out of his troubles. He was all alone, and therefore he must fend for himself.

"Did...Did you do this?" they asked.

Ciel chose a defensive position. Rising from the ashes of his fury he regained hs demeanor and his collective sense of consicousness. Dusting the splinters from his coat Ciel turned to face the Comity.

"So what if I did? What bussiness is that of yours?"

Suddenly, a gleam appeared in the eyes of the comity. A shining beacon to light the way of their travels.

"That is so..."

Ciel prepared for the worst.

"AWESOME!" they cried in unison.

"Oh you have got to be joking..."

As Ciel delt with the unexpected joy of the Comity, Sebastian prepared for his first day on the job. In previous lives he had worked as a handy man or perhaps a salesman of sort, however this time around he felt like taking up something more exciting, something a bit less predictable. So he applied for a detective's position at the local police force, and after forging several signatures and creating a highly exemplary profile for himself, he had been hired with quite a bit of haste.

Walking through the station's doors Sebastian was rather disappointed with what he was faced with. Many of the officers were asleep, and the cell's filled with nothing more than minor offenders charged with public drunkenness or indecency. He sighed as his anticipations for adventure quickly faded away, and new expectations of ordinality replaced them. It seems that this job, like all the rest, would be nothing more than a weekly paycheck.

"Excuse me, but are you the new recruit?"

Sebastian turned to face a fellow officer, a lanky man with golden locks and a fair complextion. His hair was short and straight, slightly brushed over to the front but not near enough to inhibite his sight. He saw everything through chocolate covered eyes, and spoke through a kind grin.

"Why yes I am, and who may you be?"

"No one special I suppose, but I'm supposed to show you around the station. Name's Edwin Abrams, but most call me Eddie."

"Sebastian Michealis, pleased to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine. Now how about we-"

"Eddie! Eddie!"

Suddenly, a seemingly copy of Officer Abrams came running towards the two. Heaving and panting he thrust his hands towards the officer, and delivered a phone to the man. With slight hesitation he took the phone into his grip and responded to the caller.

"Hello this is Officer Abrams. Is there an emergency?...What?...Oh you've got to be kidding? It was just delivered?...But that's impos...Yes...Yes...Yes I understand. We'll be right there."

"Is something the matter?" asked Sebastian.

The officer sighed.

"I'm not sure. Apparently, there was a murder that we weren't aware of and the body just...It just showed up at the mortician's office."

"Well that's certainly cause for suspicion."

"You've got that right. Johnny," he said turning to his identical twin,"take Sebastian and go investigate. It's the mortuary on the corner of Maple and Drive. You can handle this can't you?"

"Yes sir..I mean brother..I mean..I will!"

"Great, but Sebastian look out for yourself okay? This guy's kind of an oddball."

He looked over the officer's brother.

"I can tell."

"No," he said laughing,"not him the mortician. He's one of the best in business, but something's not right about the man."

"What do you mean?"

"Well for starter's, he does all the bodies by himself. We've never seen any employees enter or exit, and not only does he run the mortuary he works part time at the coroner's office," said Eddie.

"Not to mention he surrounds the place with pictures of anatomy and crime scenes and these really creepy little skulls."

"The room's always dimly lit with candles or low watt bulbs. You can hardly see a thing when you enter."

"And he's got this huge scar running down his face. None of us know where it came from, but he's had it ever since he opened his business."

"But the absolute oddest thing about him is what he demands for payment."

"He demands we tell him a joke or else he refuses to open the door."

"I mean come on! Have you ever heard of an odder guy?"

A knowing grin slid across Sebastian's face.

"Well," he said,"I look forward to meeting him."

Meanwhile, Ciel was still perplexed over the reactions of his classmates. He had destroyed school property, yet they seemed overjoyed with that fact. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, but he wasn't exactly complaining. Anything that kept him out trouble was a blessing.

"Dude, that was amazing! How on earth did you do that?!"

"Warren," Ciel sighed,"I"ve told you before. It's none of your bloody business."

"Come on man, you've got us all hyped up! Warren and I just want to know how you did it!"

"Yeah I mean the most exciting thing we've heard so far is Dasan's lineage."

"What about his lineage could be even the slightest bit enthralling?"

"Well you're not gonna believe this but-"

"Dasan you say that everytime, but it's rather believable."

"Oh shut up Warren! Anyway, I, Dasan Elan Tapu, am the twenty-sixth decent of Tecumseh, the great indian leader that fought along side the British in the War of 1812."

"Hey Ciel, you're a Brit. I guess that makes you Dasan friends."

"He's right! We'll be like brothers!"

"Do I have any say is this matter?" screamed Ciel.

"Nope!"

Suddenly, the boy embraced Ciel and no matter how hard he struggled Dasan's grip upon him remained strong. However, he continued to fight...to absolutely no avail. His cries fell upon deaf ears, Dasan quite eagar to keep his hold upon the boy and Warren rather content to watch the show.

Though none were expecting the visitor that arrived. They had no good reason to, afterall he had been pronounced dead for several years. Of course his soul never truely left the earth, it remained trapped inside another's body, a kind of incubator until he was ready to released.

Today, he was ready.

"Hey, is this the room for the Comity?"

For a moment, all was stationary in the room. The struggling ceased, the voices silenced, complete and utter stillness overtook them. However, the lack of movement was soon subsided as Ciel lay shaking in the arms of Dasan. He couldn't believe his eyes. What he saw before had to be a delusion of some sort, caused by exhaustion or stress.

"No...No it can't be..." he whispered.

But it was. Standing before him, with all the erogancy and bothersome nature he posessed when they had departed, there stood none other than Alois Trancy...