Ciel's POV

Makiera exited the garden house defeated; her once graceful attitude had fallen before our eyes. She reminded me of a dog who gets kicked after following orders. Something about her did make me feel like I should be more worried than I was.

Have I already forgotten the reason why I'm here? I'm not supposed to feel anything for her. All she was to me was a meal. Her soul is supposed to be one of the purest. In fact all demons know of the Funakoshi's souls.

Since the beginning of time not one Funakoshi soul has been contracted to a demon. They were the last of all the Purus (family without contract) I knew I was going to be the one to end the last Purus. All I need is a reason for her to want to make a contract with me.

"My Lord, What shall I do with them?" Sebastian's voice broke my thought. For a minute I almost felt my silent heart, beat. I have lived more than a hundred years together as Earl and Butler, but still to this day his voice has always made me feel uneasy.

"Just get rid of them, and find out where her missing picture is and buy it back." I left the garden shed as he slid the door shut behind me saying the same phrase he has used for more than a hundred years. "Yes, my Lord."

I knew by now he was already in his natural form. I paced myself toward the main house, knowing that soon Sebastian would be by my side finished with his chores (and meal).

As expected there he was on the tree branch in front of me. "Show off." I stated. I hated how he always felt the need to impress me by his abilities. I especially hated how predictable he has become. What can you expect though after being together for so long?

"Did you recover her missing items?" He had with him the sack that was found in the shed.

"All but the photo, My Lord. It seems that the human that bought the frame threw it away." This was my butler. He seemed perfectly able to carry out such an easy task, yet he failed. This was unacceptable.

"Was this task that difficult?" I asked with an indignant voice.

"You are right, My Lord." Within a few seconds a gust of wind had brought a piece of paper floating towards Sebastian still stationed on the tree above. Sebastian caught it within a flick of his wrist.

"Is this the picture you were looking for?" He turned the paper over in his fingers as if he were a card dealer at a gambling resort. On it was the same picture that was hanging in the main hall.

"You really are becoming quite a show off." I scoffed.

"It is all for you, My Lord." His smile had a rather annoyance to it. I half expected him to call me young master, but after my full transformation had took effect turning the thirteen year old body into my newer, older body the use of young master to address me ceased.

We walked up to the main house. The garden surrounding us was incredible. The use of Japanese culture made it seem as though you had stepped into another world.

"Sebastian? Didn't we once decorate our English garden like this?"

I knew we had once. I just wanted to see if he remembered.

"I do believe so, My Lord." Our conversation was bleak. We sounded too distant from each other. I guess after living so long together we had gotten to the point where we already know what each other was thinking. I didn't like it.

"Ahh, yes that was when Damian of Poseidon Toy Company, visited for business." That day was remembered like it was a stain on my memory. That marked the beginning of the end of my human life, there after what little hope for a normal life I had for a normal life had vanished.