A/N: First, I'm sorry for not updating almost three months! I was busy, and I had computer problems, so I couldn't write for a whole month. However, I have a bunch of people to thank for their kindest words. First to the ones who followed and favorited this story. And to Carrie2sky, Thebluekitten, Psyka, promocat, Narutopokefan, Quinn1989, Guest, Recipe For Trouble, JezebelStrike (thank you sooo much for going back and reviewing every freakin' chapter), isthisparadise, Ciel22, machi-pan (oh I can't even thank you enough for everything, but I think you know!)

Special thanks to dear Carrie2sky for beta-ing this chapter! But I think I delayed enough (three months!) so read this first and let us talk when you read it :)

Deceive Me Right From The Start

Chapter 8

August 30th 1888.

Ciel's nightmares that were plaguing him for some time after he became Queen's watchdog came again. This time, he no longer saw people from that damned mansion. Claude was always there, killing his aunt, his parents, Lizzy, one by one and Ciel tried to free them, he tried, but there was always Sebastian holding him back and whispering in his ear, telling him about contract and how each and every of his nightmares would vanish if he made contract with him.

He would wake up panting, and never did he go back to sleep after such a nightmare. It had already been four nights and he was really restless. He had to find some way to stop them, to feel secure again. Also, he had to admit that somehow Sebastian's involvement was something that confused him greatly. Was the only way to find out the truth to form a contract with him?

But Ciel wouldn't make a contract with him. No. Once he was in the demon's paws, information he got would be in no use for him.

He needed to get that information on his own. He already contacted Grell, and tried to blackmail him into giving him some information, but it seemed, as unbelievably as it sounded, that William sided with Grell this time. Because 'information about deaths was top-secret and humans were not to be involved with it' or something along the lines. And to not to mention, Grell was quite furious because his Sebby was showing interest in some human child, not in him. In fact, Grell threatened Ciel how 'he would take his soul (it wasn't on the list either way) and tell Sebby how he would get that soul only if he agreed to date him'. Well, at that moment William decided it was enough, so he took the phone from Grell and hung up on Ciel.

Of course, there had to be another source of information. Undertaker, if he recalled correctly, did provide his service for free and incognito. It was time to pay him a visit.

"Tanaka," Called the little Earl, looking through the window, with his hands on his back, waiting for Tanaka to tell him that his breakfast was ready. It was a quiet morning, even relaxing, and a perfect one for an unexpected visit to the mortician.

"My lord?" Tanaka responded, from somewhere behind him.

"Prepare the carriage. There is a friend of mine that I would like to visit."

"Is that so, Young Master? If I have permission to ask, which friend of yours is here in question?" Tanaka bowed slightly as Ciel turned around to face him, only a tad surprised at the question. During the month he had spent back in his old mansion, the butler did not once question his orders.

"Well, I believe he goes under the name 'Undertaker'. We went to him to organize the funeral. I sent you there, to be precise," Ciel vaguely explained and sat back on the bed, letting Tanaka dress him.

"Very well, Young Master," Tanaka replied finally as he started unbuttoning Ciel's nightshirt. Ciel eyed old man's expression, searching for any sign that would give away his thoughts, but as always he did a great job in hiding them.

"Furthermore, Young Master, Lady Elizabeth has called and invited you to the Midford's dinner tonight," Tanaka added carefully as he slid boy's arms through sleeves of the shirt.

"I am too busy for that today, Tanaka. I am afraid you will have to politely decline," Ciel answered, not completely focused on his words, his mind lost in thoughts, planning out his dialogue with the creep he was supposed to meet. Tanaka buttoned the shirt and looked at his master's eyes, his emotions unreadable as always.

"I know it is not my place to say, but I will strongly advise you accept the invitation, my Lord. The Midford family is already concerned about you, not to mention that you still haven't gained their full trust, sir. I am sure you know how Evil Nobles do function, my Lord, and as another head of Phantomhive family, I would advise you to always gain people's trust, because it will more likely lead you to the victory in the end. The late Earl of Phantomhive was very practiced and charismatic man, and-"

"Look at where it brought him! He was killed easily by another, he let his guard down! He was too caught up in an act, too preoccupied being 'charismatic'!" Ciel growled, the words that Tanaka said annoying him greatly. He hated when feeling of betrayal was brought up, it tore him on the inside, it was too connected to the day when he ran in the room, and found his parents dead. His parents, who raised him, who promised him a happy life, yet left him all alone, in the hands of filth to do what they wanted. The betrayal was the only thing he thought could be the end of him. One end already happened and he was never one to make the same mistake twice. That was, at least, what he kept telling himself through all the troubles he went through.

"I assume I should cancel the whole schedule for today, my Lord?" Tanaka asked after some time of silence, sliding shoes on Ciel's feet and letting him stand up as he combed his hair.

"Yes." Ciel sighed, calming his tense body. The last thing he wanted was to be on edge while trying to make Undertaker laugh. Or God forbid, he could let his guard down. Absolutely, he needed to be calmed down. Tanaka finished his task and stepped away, bowing. Ciel nodded, and thought having breakfast downstairs was a good idea, while waiting for Tanaka to prepare the carriage. However, it seemed Tanaka wasn't quite done talking to him yet.

"Young Master, do not take those things I told you to heart. I do not wish for any harm to come to you. Not only as a butler, my Lord, but as a close friend of your father."

Ciel whipped his head in surprise to look at his butler, eyebrows shot upwards. He was undeniably speechless. Until this day, he always thought Tanaka didn't care about him as a person; doubting his motives and potential to replace the late Earl. The man never went easy on him, whether his lessons were in question or his responsibilities as Queen's watchdog. Of course, they had never talked much, not when he was a child, and certainly not now either. But it seemed he cared way more than he showed. It seemed Vincent and Tanaka shared something as delicate as friendship. Which didn't surprise Ciel that much, he could guess, but the fact remained that he cared about Ciel as well.

"Now, now, my Lord, I don't think gawking is becoming of the Earl of Phantomhive. I was under impression you wanted your breakfast served downstairs for a change?" Tanaka smiled. A real, honest smile. Ciel huffed, and turned around, leaving the room.

As he walked, he recalled when he was little how he bumped into Tanaka, who in return bent down to fix the youngster's appearance, giving Ciel the very same smile he gave him just moments ago. It was somehow soothing, like a part of him was again there. Like a bit of his lost childhood and innocence came back to him.

And that wasn't supposed to happen.

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"Hehe~! Little earl, I must say you were the last person I expected to see at the moment~! And I am very delighted you came!" Undertaker exited the coffin he was resting in, chuckling rather loudly, stumbling in search for his treats.

"Please sit, please sit! I'm very interested why exactly you would seek my services!" He motioned towards one of the coffins laying on the floor, as he turned his back to them, entering another opened coffin, where Ciel supposed his snack was.

"Tanaka. May I ask you to leave for a few minutes?" Ciel turned to his butler, who stood behind him and bowed, obeying the request. When he was left alone with Undertaker, he sat down on one of closed coffins, trying not to think what could be inside it. The retired grim reaper turned around and offered the treats to Ciel, who just shook his head, trying not to look too disgusted, before sitting across him.

"So, little Earl, how come you came here by yourself, without your death god companion?" Undertaker questioned.

"Well, we parted ways, luckily."

"Oh~? I'm dying to see what made little Earl swallow his little pride and come to seek my services! Do tell~!" Ciel glared at Undertaker, before sighing and shrugging.

"I'm here for information about Sebastian Michaelis, the demon who I met here, in your shop."

"That's a pity. I usually don't sell information about my other customers, especially the best paying ones, but for an exceptionally good laugh I will~! Sooo which kind of information are we talking about here?" The man stuffed more of his treats in his mouth eagerly, crossing his legs and his expression turning an uncharacteristically serious one. Ciel stopped and thought about it a little before finally responding.

"Well about his connection with Angelina Durless, also known as Madame Red," Ciel said slowly, making sure Undertaker understood every possible meaning of the words.

"I believe you know what to do then, little Earl~!"

Tanaka was sitting outside, in the carriage for two hours already. Noon was nearing and the heat was becoming worse and worse, making the old man sweat under the butler's attire. These days were sweltering hot, but luckily enough, Tanaka could say a storm was approaching, ready to refresh London's citizens and their gardens.

"Ugh, that one was good, you have no sense of humour!"

Another shout from the shop was heard, coming from his Young Master. They were quite frequent during last two hours. The Young Master seemed to grow more and more irritated, so it surely couldn't be long before he stormed out of the shop, looking for the butler's help.

As predicted, the doors opened and young Earl exited the shop in dignified manner, his chin held high and not paying any attention to the chuckle behind him, which was growing into full laughter.

"Tanaka!" He shouted angrily, as he approached parked carriage. "We are leaving!" Tanaka rose from the driver's seat and opened the door for Ciel, letting him enter it. Undertaker exited the doors as well, still laughing and wiping the drool from his mouth as he stumbled over to the carriage and put his head through the window.

"Little Earl…hehe~…you did make me laugh, hah, you know? So I think I could disclose some information, though not the one you wanted…What do you think of an offer?" The angry Earl looked at him, glaring, but considering the offer.

"…And this piece of information would be…?"

"Where to look for your answers, of course~! Go to the Michaelis' manor, something important could be found there! Good luck, little Earl!" Undertaker grinned and turned to the driver, Tanaka. "And it was nice to see you again, Mister Butler!"

"Wait, you know Tanaka?!" Ciel gawked at the mortician, not entirely sure how Tanaka suddenly became involved in each and every one of his affairs.

"Didn't he tell you? I was your father's informer!" Undertaker chirped happily and waved at them as the carriage started moving, leaving Ciel to process the given information. At least there was one thing he was sure of, so he put his head through the window and shouted.

"Tanaka, drive to the Michaelis' mansion!"

Tanaka nodded and the carriage left the shop of the Undertaker. The mortician's grin disappeared as soon as the carriage left and he frowned deeply. He turned around shaking his head in disappointment. As the first drops of rain fell and the familiar scent of rain spread over London, the doors closed and Undertaker sat down on a coffin. He leaned back on his hands, and ran a hand through his fringe, brushing them off his face tiredly, showing his death god's eyes and a scar.

"I warned him, I did."

The carriage stopped on the side of the road and Tanaka got off, opening his umbrella before walking to open the door for his master. The rain was pouring, but the master denied the umbrella and said in the hushed tone,

"Tanaka, I want you to come for me, in about two hours. Until then go get supplies for the household. I believe you know I need as much discretion as I can get." The butler nodded in understanding, but did nothing to oppose the young Earl. Not even mentioning the possibility of him catching cold, or how any wrong move could ruin the Phantomhives. The boy looked quickly around to see if somebody was watching and when he made sure they were the only ones in the lonely part of London he ran quickly to the unknown alleys, invisible to the eyes of the nobles in London.

Ciel ran as fast as he could, and every time he thought he heard something or somebody, he quickly hid. He was panting and he knew he was risking his life as he could have an asthma attack at any moment. The last one he had was when he was with his parents, long ago, and he'd lie if he said he knew what he was supposed to do in case he had one now.

He slumped against a wall as he came to another street, next to which was supposed to be Sebastian's mansion. He knew this back street very well in fact, he did a research on Sebastian Michaelis. Well, on Michaelis S, as most of the people knew the head of former Black Ink, and his address was one piece of information that was available if you dug deeply enough. So he had to also find all alternative ways to come to his mansion, in case anything was to happen as Undertaker had mentioned it.

The only sounds he could hear were his own panting and rapid heartbeat and heavy raindrops falling on the ground creating many puddles on the street, making it even more difficult for carriages to drive. He ran his hand through his completely soaked hair. Oh, he felt like he had showered while still clothed, and he despised that feeling. He already started shivering violently, and he hugged his light jacket, trying to get as much warmth as he could get.

When he finally decided it was the right time for running across the street, he did so. The other side of it was a complete opposite of where he was, it was enclosed with marble fence, inside which was a huge, well-kept manor surrounded by garden. It was quite obviously the one he was looking for.

He wasn't stupid, he knew the chances that he wouldn't get caught while trying to sneak in the demon's house were basically non-existent, as tomorrow was Beast's funeral (Ciel knew that much because he was invited along with Elizabeth), and Sebastian was probably already at Undertaker's, planning it out, so thanks to rain, he would probably stay there until it the storm ceased, with any luck.

As he jumped over the fence (wheezing) he looked around. Firstly, he looked through the lowest level the windows, looking for Sebastian's study. Since it was dark outside, despite the hours, he could clearly see inside the windows. He located the room guessing, because there was only one room with a desk, after checking a few others. It was one floor above the ground one, so that was a big problem. He didn't want to be seen by anybody who might be trying to find some refuge from the storm.

He found a decorative rock in the garden, so with all his strength he managed to lift the huge rock and carry it to the manor, before dropping it under the balcony. The balcony was an entry to the study, he could see that much through the window that separated the balcony and study.

He climbed on the rock and jumped. He failed; the balcony was way too high for him to even touch it. Turning around, he spotted another decorative rock in the smaller garden that was obviously inspired by Japanese gardens. He brought it, put it on the previous rock and tried again. After several attempts at jumping from a shaky surface, he was hanging from the balcony.

Luckily, he was light, so it wasn't a big deal to lift himself and jump over the balcony's railing. There weren't any doors, only a snow-white curtain, so he just moved it out of the way and entered. He was soaked so he was now dripping on the fine carpet, and he dirtied it even more with the mud from his shoes. The adrenaline was still surging in his veins, and he tried to calm himself down.

He was right; Sebastian didn't need anybody but himself to take care of the household, so he left it without any kind of protection. Furthermore, he probably didn't need any of material goods, so even if something were stolen it wouldn't be a problem. But, of course, he'd probably hunt the thief down and kill him either way. The only thing that assured Ciel he would survive was the fact Sebastian was after his soul, and if he were to believe his words, Sebastian would never consume a soul if he weren't contracted to it. Oh, and there were grim reapers who mustn't let him die before they solve the case of disappearance of his soul. Therefore, he was safe.

He approached the desk, still panting, and opened the first drawer and started going through the files and papers inside. Most of them were unimportant, contracts he made with his former associates, and the others he was planning to make, now that Black Ink Company and Funtom Company were merged. He was mildly interested in what Sebastian was planning to do with their company, but more in what had happened that day with Madame Red, so he put them down and continued his search.

When he sneezed, he became aware of another being in the room. A black cat, sitting on the floor next to the desk, looking up at him warily and moving its tail from side to side. He glared, but then he remembered something. The day when the ball happened was so intense and he almost forgot less important things that took place on that day. Like how he found out the origin of Sebastian's name, or how Sebastian was so close to stealing a kiss from Ciel. The demon even licked his lip!

The blood rushed to his cheeks and he suddenly got very embarrassed, when he remembered his reaction. Back then, he was too preoccupied to castrate him as he was supposed to, and even a blush was surely satisfying to the demon! But truth to be told, that simple gesture, actually embarrassed him and got his heart beating fast, so that blush had to be natural reaction. He didn't know why did it happen, though. It wasn't as if he was inexperienced, but a bit of inappropriate touches could throw him off balance, unfortunately.

People used to touch him inappropriately during those six months. Luckily for him, he was a boy, and men didn't have as much interest as they had in girls. After the first time they used his body, during which he was unconscious because he passed out from the pain the brand inflicted on him, he was requested only three more times. He never thought back on those times, however. When he was a captive, he tried to plan out his revenge, to free himself of memories that were sure to haunt him. He learned to think logically, he matured thanks to the other servants in that manor, who eagerly took upon themselves to introduce him to the world of adults. But he honestly didn't know back then that every time they said they would escape with him to serve him they lied. They planned from the beginning to end their lives.

He still didn't know why and how Madame Red managed to get herself involved with the Beechworths. It had never been about her. Which brought him to his other question, how was Sebastian involved with her?

Now was the time to find that out, not to over-analyse some silly feelings.

Feelings are humans' downfalls. Had been and always would be.

Therefore, he fell on his knees as he started searching through the second drawer frantically, desperately. When nothing interesting turned up, he leaned further down, and opened the third drawer. There were another contracts, dating from about three years ago, and the anticipation and some uneasiness were building in his chest, because he knew that Black Ink Company and Funtom Company were associates at that time.

As he almost looked over every file, a familiar but unexpected name caught his attention. He put away the files he held as carefully as he could when his hands were almost shaking to pick up the file that contained the terms of Funtom's and Black Ink's contract. He placed everything else in order before picking it up and closing the drawer. He sat down on a chair and put the file on the desk, ready to begin the investigation.

But as he skipped through the file, he realised there was nothing out of ordinary, and it disappointed him immensely. He sighed, deciding it was better and necessary to read the whole file before drawing conclusions. Even if his impatience was getting better of him as well as the coldness he felt. It was possible he had fever. (Oh no, did that mean he had to skip Beast's funeral? What a pity.)

"I'd never take you as a stalker, Ciel."

Ciel turned around on the chair, only to see Sebastian sitting on the railing of the balcony as the curtain before him waved on the wind, hiding his form before completely displaying it, showing how soaking wet was he from the rain, smirking and shaking his head lightly making the raindrops from his hair fall down his face. Ciel watched them carefully, until he caught himself and narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat before he bit out an angry retort.

"Well I wouldn't need to 'stalk' you, had you just answered some questions."

"Oh, but I would answered them had you just agreed to my terms and made a contract with me." Sebastian let out a small, breathy laugh, before elegantly getting off the railing, jumping on the floor, as he ran fingers through his wet, midnight black locks, but instead of falling on the side of his face as they were supposed to, they just stayedpushed back on the top of his head, leaving the impression of slicked back hair.

And a Ciel grew embarrassed of how he noticed all of those little details.

Sebastian smiled mischievously and started walking towards him.

"Is that so? Well, forget about the damn contract, I am not selling my only soul to a lustful demon!" Ciel shouted in his defense and clenched the armrests of the chair, leaning forward as he glared at the approaching demon who in return frowned (with a slight smirk still present).

"My, do you want to know what is unfair? How you know my intentions, but I still don't know yours towards me…" Sebastian mocked, his smirk turning into a ridiculous pout.

"I…I just told you, idiot! I'm here to find some answers that you-!"

"That's not what I meant," Sebastian interrupted the shout, and paused before continuing. "I was talking about these little things…" He trailed off, now having reached the boy, he caressed the side of his face, and then tucked wet strand of greyish hair behind his ear.

Ciel blushed, and averted his gaze frowning as he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

"These blushes of yours, for example. Do you think I can't hear how your heart picks up the pace when I come close to you? Is there something you'd like to do about it?" Sebastian's expression softened as his tone became just as soft and calming. However, the boy knew those emotions weren't sincere ones. It would feel so good only to believe it, but he knew better than to believe a devil.

"Yes," Ciel growled under his breath. "I want you to get away from me, to realize I don't want anything with you like what you are implying!" His glare darkened and he tried to push away the demon leaning over him.

"I'm afraid…That's not something I would ever do, my little Ciel," Sebastian chuckled cruelly, before adding, "But I'll wait for you, don't worry." His gaze was dark as well, and the pair stared into each other's eyes. Minutes passed before anybody backed down, so the stare contest finished abruptly when Ciel started sneezing in rapid succession.

Sebastian stood up, and smirked as he handed him handkerchief the same way he did few days ago.

"Let me escort you to your carriage, Your Lordship."

"No need, Your Grace," Ciel snapped angrily and stood up as well.

"Well, at least, let me lend you my umbrella. It's pouring outside, and you're already risking your health as it is," Sebastian offered politely and took the umbrella from next to his desk, presenting it to Ciel. The boy now thought seriously about the offer and, well, it was tempting. He was shivering from the cold already, so umbrella surely would help. He took it from Sebastian's hand and glared at him.

"If you had it, why didn't you use it instead of getting drenched?" Ciel asked irritated, trying to cover up the missing 'thank you' he would never say to this demon.

"A bit of rain doesn't bother me," Sebastian answered smugly, and opened the door of the study. "I think it's easier to exit through the doors than jumping from the balcony, don't you think?" He smirked again.

Ciel just rolled his eyes and continued his way out of the room and down the hallway. He went downstairs as he took in all beautiful details of the old manor. Well, it didn't look old at all, it looked well kept even if it seemed that Sebastian was the only one who took care of it.

"Shouldn't you have servants as a duke?" Ciel asked, turning around to face the demon who was following him to see him out.

"But why the fuss when I can take care the mansion myself? Besides, the less number of humans who know me personally, the better. I need to exit people's lives unnoticed when it comes time for that." Sebastian hummed, allowing himself to slowly approach Ciel and put a hand on his shoulder as they finally came to a stop.

"Why would you need to exit people's lives?" The boy glanced at him as he put the hand on the doorknob, ready to leave once he heard the answer.

"Well, I won't die like humans. I would need to fake my death so people don't get suspicious."

Ciel nodded, content with the answer, but his satisfaction didn't last long enough.

Sebastian bent to Ciel's height and sneaked his hand around the younger's midsection while with the other he gently traced the curve of his jaw. The human, tried to turn around, but a wet sensation on his neck had him frozen in place. The demon's lips gave it a long, sloppy, but gentle kiss that almost had Ciel's knees give out, had it not been for the strong arms that held him securely. When Sebastian's mouth retracted, and only hot breath was left as a reminder of the sudden kiss, Ciel blinked and quickly, he was out of the devil's hold.

"Idiot! I told you not to touch me ever again!" He hissed angrily and slapped him, the duke letting him do so. "You will pay for humiliating me, Michaelis, don't think you won't!" Ciel left with that and ran straight in the rain and fog.

He opened Sebastian's umbrella and blindly sprinted in the general direction of the sheltered alley. When he approached it, he could see where he had come from earlier. He continued running, knowing that nobody would see him in this rain, let alone recognize him.

When he got back to the carriage he shut the umbrella and climbed in. His butler was already there, and he gave his master a blanket to try to warm himself.

"Young Master, I sincerely hope you didn't steal that umbrella from His Grace," Tanaka commented good-naturedly as the carriage took off, trying to cheer up his wheezing master.

"I didn't." Ciel's reply was immediate, and it made Tanaka sigh.

"Then, I assume, you weren't so lucky and His Grace was there waiting for you?" The butler tried once again to start some kind of conversation, but it seemed that the boy definitely wasn't in the mood.

"Just be quiet, Tanaka."

Ciel needed to think. About everything. Again. Moreover, he didn't know where to begin. Perhaps, from the smallest problems of all. How he felt for Sebastian. Well, he hated the demon. He tried to avoid him as much as he could, and he couldn't stand Sebastian's ego.

But, there was more to it.

If he honestly hated him, like, for example, how he hated Grell, he wouldn't act like he did. He wouldn't blush and stutter, he would push him away in disgust, and his heart would definitely not beat, as it wanted to jump right out of his chest.

Realization dawned on Ciel's face.

His body finally betrayed him as well, making him act his age for once.

He had developed something akin to a crush on Sebastian.

He did think it was just matter of time before his body made his age known. After everything he went through, he matured a lot, but his body kept up with his mind. It was physically impossible to force the body to grow up. And with a twelve-year-old body, usually came some unwanted hormones. Unfortunately. He clutched the blanket in an attempt to warm himself.

Now, he supposed crushes easily disappeared, because children of his age were usually only experimenting with feelings and hormones, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Sebastian just happened to have physical features Ciel found attractive. There was nothing more to it.

Ugh, today Ciel learned far more than he was comfortable with. However, knowledge was power, and he would find a way to make the demon pay, he reminded himself once again as he was slowly falling asleep to the sounds of rain.

Sebastian was sitting on the balcony railing once again as he watched Ciel run towards the alley. A cruel chuckle left his lips as he remembered the boy's reaction to his teasing. Poor, poor boy. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. Sebastian's plan was a success for now. But the boy was undoubtedly a challenge that he had not met in his long life. Maybe, he could set a trap on his own for the demon to fall into. Maybe he did already.

Maybe the demon found a way to get to Ciel, but it was obvious the game had only started. It would be fun.

And maybe, for the first time he wasn't only after the human's soul. Ciel Phantomhive didn't only have a perfect soul, but he also had intellect, a different way of thinking, probably because he grew up next to his worst enemies. The human boy was simply fascinating.

So now, it was time for the next stage of his plan. His least favourite one at that, distancing himself from the boy and letting him do all the work himself.

However, before that, he needed to make sure Ciel didn't catch a deadly cold. It would be a pity for a game to end so quickly.

A/N: So how did you like it? Have you got idea what's Sebastian up to? And poor, poor Ciel, having a crush on Sebs? Well, I kinda figured it would happen one day. You know, his rebellious body, acting his age. By the way, I was thinking about Kuroshitsuji manga a lot these days. I mean, how would it end? I feel like crying just thinking about it. I was trying to think of a happy ending, but honestly, there is none.

And I'd like to assure you, maybe I'm updating slowly, but I doubt I'll drop this story ever. I kind of spent too much time on planning it out (and that was back in January) to just randomly drop it, because of (ewww) life. I'm not promising anything about when I'm updating, though XD I love to write, but only when I'm in mood for it. Other times I just draw or read or something. And quite often I have ideas for other fanfics, so I just try to sort them out. I think I'll be starting short SebasCiel story soon, something to pass the time when I just can't to write this or Push The Limit.

Hehe anyhow, please leave reviews. They really make me smile, and I honestly enjoy replying to them. I love being close to people who read my stories. So, until next chapter :)

Kitten Rebel.