A/N: Sorry for the late update . : x I was running out of ideas . D : So , here it goes.

Ciel

"His behaviour is disturbing. We will fully entrust him into your hands now lest his condition worsen. So, I understand that you will want him to move into your place today?" It was Mrs Bradmill's voice.

"We will be checking on him every week to ensure that he is recovering over the period of a month. If he doesn't… I dread what we would have to do next."

Ciel frowned in disgust as the door creaked opened and in came an amused looking Sebastian; with a gentleman's hat in one hand.

"Ciel Phantomhive," Mrs Bradmill nodded curtly towards him as she entered the room.

"I'm sure you were acquainted with Mr. Michaelis, yes? And I am sure you have taken a liking towards him too." Mrs Bradmill paused as if she was gauging his reaction. All Ciel did was stare with vexation at her.

"So, he will be taking you under his wing for a month, starting from today." Mrs Bradmill flashed him a civil smile. To any other person, it might have seemed like a friendly gesture but Ciel knew otherwise. Mrs Bradmill had not taken a liking to Ciel since he had arrived in the orphanage and probably never will. When Ciel had arrived in the orphanage a few years ago, Mrs Bradmill had not planned on keeping him there, if not for Grigori, the man who had actually persuaded Mrs Bradmill to keep him there. In some queer way, Ciel felt indebted to Grigori. However, after all those years, Grigori's face has faded into a mess of blurs. He could not recall his face anymore.

"Don't worry: I'll take good care of you." Said Sebastian friskily, jotting Ciel out of his thoughts. Sebastian hovered over Ciel, similar to that of a predator with a prey; his crimson orbs narrowed, making Ciel cringe slightly. This was going to be a heck of a month.

West Sussex, England

Ciel's eyes widened in surprise as the horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of a huge mansion – it was huge enough to be considered a castle. Or at least that was what Ciel imagined a castle to be like.

"Here we are. " Sebastian smirked as he got out of the carriage. Ciel tried to mask his surprise but failed (miserably). They walked through the large ancient double French doors which were engraved with the insignia of Lucifer: The pentagram with the eye of Horan in the middle. Along the frames were the words: 'sevi opacare'.

"Servants of the dusk," Sebastian chuckled as he studied Ciel's puzzled expression.

"That is what I think we are. Servants of the dusk. We do everything just so that we could sleep through and wake up after dusk: in hopes of a better day." Sebastian's heels clicked on the gelid marble floor. Ciel had only noticed that Sebastian was wearing platform boots. Not that he cared, anyway.

The walls of the mansion were adorned with beautiful tapestries, each with a set of rubies and diamonds etched onto the sides. There were numerous small stained glass windows; each had the insignia of Lucifer engraved on them. Ciel's gaze wondered around the elegant mansion only to see beautiful paintings along the walls of the mansion. A set of double staircases were placed on the right and the left of the castle; the wooden railings were beautified with deft paintings of an angel falling into a lake, wielding a silver sword. There were seven large marble pillars; evenly spaced: to keep the castle standing – carvings of angels and demons battling against each other were inked onto the pillars, accenting the renaissance feel of a magnificent mansion. There were also plenty of maids and butlers standing in a row along the velvet carpet.

"Like what you see?" Sebastian lowered himself in front of Ciel.

"No. I couldn't care less." Ciel lied through his teeth, earning a small laugh from Sebastian who was already climbing up the stairs.

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to." His voice came out in a murmur. Ciel followed Sebastian. For a moment, he stopped to admire its height. If the arched ceilings were not so high, the staircase would have been less intriguing to regard.

"This used to be a castle: Arundel Castle, to be exact." Sebastian said, answering Ciel's unasked question. "That was until, a group of demons decided that it would be fun to bombard the palace." He dusted his tailcoat.

"Here we are."

Sebastian led Ciel through a door and into a large room. It was a stone room whose central star was a large, wooden bed; veiled by a translucent silk curtain knotted with applique. The bedstead was encrusted with rubies and aquamarine while the bed was piled with lush velvet and silk pillows. The room itself was fairly bare. There were no pictures or paintings on the walls; no ornaments cluttering the simplicity of the mahogany tables. There was a Japanese screen in one corner of the room that hid a bathtub and a washstand.

"Here's your room. Come and find me if you need me. And here's your servant." Sebastian snapped his fingers before a butler strutted in the room. He was no older than Sebastian (about twenty one or twenty two). He had a delicate face; if not as beautiful as Sebastian's. Long orange locks fell into the man's pale face, framing his gentle features. He had a sharp nose and thin lips. His eyes were a deep violet that was enhanced by his long lashes. Ciel had not seen anyone like him. Somehow, the man seemed, unearthly. However, his delicate face scrunched into an ugly frown as Sebastian kicked him from behind.

"Could you walk faster?" Sebastian hissed through bared teeth as he exchanged a death glare with the servant. The servant only lowered his head as he did an obeisance, making Sebastian's lip tightened.

"This is Drocell. Do whatever you like with him." Sebastian said nonchalantly before heading off, not even bothering to close the door.

Ciel stared at the man before him. His eyes had 'hatred' written all over them. How did he know? Well, he himself had eyes similar to the man's.

"Drocell, " He spoke, the letters rolling off his tongue so deftly that it felt like a kiss. Not that he had kissed anyone before but…

Drocell simply glances at him from under his half-lidded eyes. Somehow, the man looked so familiar. Ciel willed his forgotten memories forward but all he earned was a splitting headache.

Drocell shifted his weight from his right foot to another but he could not keep still. Ciel's blue orb narrowed into a slit before they finally widened like goldfish's eyes. No wonder he was so familiar!

Drocell was… Grigori!

A/N: So, how was it. .-. It's like 12 am+ & I was busy doing stupid revision the whole day . My dark circles are like growing darker and bigger. Ohmygod. ._. I stopped here because my eyes hurt. I'm sorry but I will make it up to you with some smut in the next chapter. :B So, keep on reading & reviewing! ^^ If you were wondering where Claude went , he's coming back soon. ._. & yeah, if you have twitter, follow me at Kurono_Kurami ! Mention for a follow back ! :D Thank you to all my readers/reviewers/subscribers ! I love you all .