Gah! I've turned it into a multi chaptered fic! How could you let me do this! But in all honesty, thanks a lot. I've enjoyed writing this.

Thanks to all of my supporters so far. This story is for you! As long as this love continues, I'll write what's going on in my silly little head. Maybe a chapter on Sebastian... or Ciel... maybe a meeting... maybe not. We'll see. Stay tuned!

Written at 9 pm on a school night. Unedited, unbeta'd, and written with a sadistic version of love.

Enjoy!

Finni is twenty two now. He's not the fifteen year old kid that Sebastian hired straight out of that torture chamber all those years ago. He knows what's happened, and he lets Mey Rin and Bard think that he's still innocent because they want to look out for him. But the truth is, they don't have to any more, and Finni is okay with living a lie for a little while longer.

Bard is living a lie too, and that's what really bothers Finni. He can see it in his friend's cold eyes when they look around the old manor, how he doesn't believe any more. He wears the same expression that he wears when he wakes up from a stress induced dream about the war. The same cold, dead look.

Finni will have to make him believe.

"It's so... dirty," he sniffles through the hot tears leaking out of his eyes, watching them drip off his chin and on to the dust carpeted tile. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Bard watch the dining room. "Sebastian'd be angry with us."

"We'll clean it up when Mister Sebastian and the Young Lord get back, we will," Mey Rin says with surety.

"Well, when'll they be back?" Finni asks, pretending, living this stupid lie as if it were reality, that he believes they're coming back. They haven't been back for a really, really long time, and Finni is starting to doubt... No. They'll be back someday.

"Don't know, Finni," Bard says with a small smile. "But they'll be back."

Finni wants to believe, he really wants to... but how can he? How can he pepper himself with hope he knows will probably never come true?

"Course they will," Mey Rin says sternly, standing from where she was crouching on the floor and moving to leave. As they step back on to the mossy porch and the door closes behind them with a great thud, Finni can't resist peeking back through a dust caked window for one last glimpse.

He could have sworn he saw a pristine and oh so familiar white glove raise as if in greeting before sliding quickly out of sight once more.

Finni lets a smile grace his lips. Maybe they will be back one day.

"It's sad to see it this way," Finni says, catching up to Mey Rin and Bard on the drive. "D'ya think we could do something?"

"I told you, we'll clean it up when they get back," Mey Rin sighs, slipping through the overgrown gate. "We'll make it ready for the young lord when he's ready to come live in it again, don't worry, Finni."

"I can't wait 'til they get back," Bard sighs, rolling his unlit cigarette between his lips. "I miss cookin' for Master Ciel."

"I miss the garden," Finni sighs. "And... I miss Plu-Plu."

"Me too," Mey Rin agrees. "I miss when we tried to make him smile."

"Hey, guys..?" Finni asks sheepishly. "D'ya think, when they come back, I mean, that Master Ciel will smile?" There's a short pause, and for a moment Finni thinks he won't get an answer at all.

"Course he will, Finni," Mey Rin assures, looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze. "I think they'll both smile."

Oh, how couldn't he have seen it before? Finni smiles widely, looking up at the sky. Somewhere, Sebastian and Ciel are under the same sky, and someday, they'll all be under the same roof again and everything will be the exact same as it was when they were kids.

Mister Sebastian and Master Ciel will definitely be back one day.

It's only a matter of time.

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