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A/N: Ah...today is my birthday~!

12/12/12

The crimson machine was perched upon the desk, Ciel ran his hand across it's smooth engine before gingerly touching the blades out of curiosity.

"Don't touch that," Sebastian stated rather than warned, Ciel ignored him.

"You will use this tool to dispose of Claude Faustus. Up until now, his powers should have been restored to some extent, though the rate of which he consumed is beyond my knowledge."

They were in Hiro's office, the one in the Barracks. They had claimed it for themselves and, resulting from that, removed the barrier the doctor had placed so that when Grell would come for a haven to recover from an injury, there would be nowhere safe to heal. They knew he had revealed his true form earlier but, knowing Claude, they resisted the temptation to pursue him and opted to stay, letting the events play out on their own.

Sebastian was still cleaning out the blood from his nose, another reason why they had went to the clinic. The demonic servant was pressing his nose to keep it in place as it slowly healed, he would have gone out to feast but, given his situation, he would rather not. He pinched his nose with a cloth and held his head up, intending for the bleeding to stop.

"Perhaps you should have allowed, or convinced Grell to side with us," Sebastian began.

The boy got up from his chair and went to the sink to wash his face free from the grime and sweat that have accumulated over his time as playing prisoner. "Oh? Why so?"

Before, questioning Ciel's decision would be horrific but now, as times had changed and with Ciel allowing Sebastian a certain extent of freedom, the butler was permitted to speak his mind. He had done so in the past but never to the definite choices Ciel had made.

"Having him against us will do no good. While we may have his chainsaw, he still has the Lugar. If you would have let him join us and eliminate Claude and all the rest, we could have turned on him and end him ourselves."

The water stopped and Ciel stared at him as if he were a madman. He grabbed the nearest towel and dried off his face. "End him ourselves and let the entire Dispatch Society come after our heads? I believe it would have been better to have him fight us." He reached into his shirt and pulled out several letters, all of which were addressed to Grell. Sebastian lowered his head and looked. "Judging from this, they believe he is faring well here in Birkenau."

"That would explain these..." Sebastian reached into his messenger's pouch and pulled out a series of letters, these were addressed for the Dispatchers of the London Division. "He has been asking for reinforcements, he believes he is not faring well himself."

Ciel laughed at the irony. "You were intercepting letters as well? How amusing..."

"Cutting off communication, very well played. But mind you, I had to let him send reports to the Berlin Division to ensure that he is doing his duties as a Shinigami." He handed the letters to Ciel, the boy took them all and stuffed them into a drawer of Hiro's desk. Sebastian took note of this. "Are you giving Hiro a death sentence?"

"Perhaps so...that annoying pervert bothers me very much," he sighed, shrugging. "Killing him out of him will very much reflect Madam Red and, as a result, he would automatically be taken away. More than likely, they won't replace him. Sebastian, after you have dealt with Claude, be sure than Grell will rummage through Hiro's desk. The man has already killed the triplet demons-"

There was a clatter of metal pieces from a closet, and then a small,"Shit!"

Sebastian removed the cloth from his nose. The bleeding had stopped through it was slightly crooked, Ciel grimaced at it but their attention was now on the supply closet. Getting up from his chair, Sebastian strode over to the door, his hand on the door knob. Ciel watched quietly but glared, trying to figure out who of all people could be listening in on them.

The door was tossed open, from the darkness within revealed one of the trainees in the Hitler Youth program. It was Alois Trancy.

"Alois!" Ciel shouted in shock. Sebastian immediately restrained him, rounding around him and tucking his arm back. The blond squeaked and tried to fight off the grip, but for the most part, never showed any more resistance. "How long have you been there?"

Alois stopped met Ciel's gaze with playful eyes. "Perhaps you should be asking how often I have been in there." He licked his lips. "You sure look better as a pauper than an Earl, most fitting I say-"

Sebastian gripped him harshly. "Boy, at the moment I don't see Claude being your servant nor do I see you with any of your own; if I kill you right here and now there will be no one to care for it, how about choosing your words carefully since no one will be here to get you. Revived demons such as yourself do not have familiars, they are reborn and forced to renew themselves, even their powers."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm aware of that, I've been through the Circles and all, I don't need someone like you telling me anything. Besides, after what Claude did to me all those years, when my eyes were opened, you think I can obsess over the past?" His eyes changed from that brilliant shade of blue to a violent crimson, his smiled curled dangerously and his body tensed. "I've spent these few years gaining whatever powers I can so that I may kill the bastard with my bare hands!"

"Betrayal is something that can be of an excuse," Ciel bluntly stated,"for all I know, you are just in this for yourself as in you want to dodge the bullet and not be done in by myself or Sebastian. Sebastian, kill-"

But his order was interrupted when Alois blurted out,"The proof you want of my allegiance for now is on me. Go ahead, open my pouch, you'll find something of interest. I suppose Sebastian here would have certainly found my constant position at the Barracks to be a bit odd by now!" He laughed. "Go, I'm held back, I won't bite."

"Come to think of it, he does spend an awful lot of time there," Sebastian mused thoughtfully as Ciel quickly opened Alois's belt-bag. His hand reached in and pulled out a thick binding of letters. His eyes widened and he looked at the addresses. "Well, it seems like someone else was busy with Grell's letters as well."

"Would you think that I would have given those to Claude if I were still on his side?" The blond spat on the ground. "As if!"

"And none are open, hm, you certainly know what I want," the former Earl murmured, undoing the string and going through a single letter.

"Their all addressed to and from Grell, some from Dispatch or something like that, I know not but it's of pretty good use if it's very valuable."

Ciel opened one and unfolded a piece of parchment. He read it as quickly as possible and then confiscated a few more. "Goodness, you took everything. Reports, personal letters, everything." He stared at Alois disbelievingly and reluctantly sighed. "Let him go, he can be of use to us."

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