As promised, darling readers, here is an epilogue. I hope it satisfies you all immensely. I'm quite happy with how it turned out, and I had the idea for it bouncing around in my head way before I had even ended the story. Please enjoy~

Edit: I'm editing this because I have something to say. I'm a bit peeved. I ask for constructive criticism, the kind that will help better me as a writer. I do not ask for blatant criticism, nitpicking, and straight up rude comments. Normally, I don't condone calling someone out, but to hell with that. I'm already in a pissy mood, might as well take it all the way. To Euphoracle, all that you had to say to me about this story was not constructive. If you do not like what I write, DO NOT READ IT. For the love of fuck, you don't have to read anything I write, but do not sit there and read, and then tell me all the things that you don't like. As a writer, I have creative freedom to describe things in any way that I see fit. To me, Sebastian's eyes are chocolate tinged with red on a normal basis, Ciel's hair is a coal color with a blue base. This story is not based on the manga, it is taking an episode from the anime and going off on what I speculate is most important to Sebastian. This story is MADE UP, it is a spin off of the anime, it all comes from my head. I can damn well describe things as I want them to be written, and if you don't like how I phrase things, do not waste your precious time reading and leaving snide reviews. Another thing? I don't base my knowlede of kuroshitsuji around Zoni-sensei's writing. No, Zoni-sensei's story Temptations is what inspired me to try my hand at yaoi fanfics. Zoni has a way with descriptions and words that just hooks me. When I site Zoni as my inspiration, it is because Zoni is an amazing writer and the works that they create inspire me. Reading your reviews made me think of a petulant child. All I got from your reviews is that I am a better writer than you could ever be, and to make yourself feel better, you wanted to tear me down. My writing abilities are above par, if I do say so myself; I am not trying to sound conceited, but I am merely expressing my belief in my own abilities. The next time you want to review, please do make sure that whatever you have to say is constructive, and not ripping a writer down.

For everyone else, I really do appreciate every review I have received. They bring joy to my days, and I read them when I am feeling down. I appreciate all the kind and encouraging words that I have received from you all, and I take to heart all the constructive criticisms you offer up. You truly inspire me to continue writing, and your helpful words have helped to shape me into a better writer. My rant above is not for you, and I could never express how much just you reading this story means to me. Thank you all dearly for sticking with me through this story, and for seeing it to the end. This epilogue is truly for you, to show some semblance of my appreciation for all that you have done for me.

With love, Ritsy

Epilogue

The sound of waves breaking softly on the shore was soothing; the frigid breeze was brisk and briny, but not entirely unpleasant. Standing on a dock and leaning against the metal handrailing was a petite boy, with an eyepatch and blae locks dancing in the breeze. His head was tilted up as he looked at the wispy grey clouds floating in the sky, taking a deep breath of the salty air. When he exhaled, his breath hit the air with cloud-like puffs. The sight of his breath visibly dissipating in the air made a half-smile adorn his plump lips. His dainty fingers curled around the uppermost handrail and he leaned back, closing his eyes and letting his head hang. The breeze felt nice, and he had not a care in the world. His shoulders felt light, carrying no emotional baggage. The blae-haired boy was content with his lot in life.

"Don't lean so far back, Ciel," a velvety voice curled around the boy, making his heart palpitate as his eye opened. He released the rail, and in his haste to reach the tall demon, he tripped over his feet. The raven-haired male caught him before he could fall, a chuckle rumbling low in his chest. "Careful now."

"Sebastian," Ciel murmured as he looked up, his cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment. He chewed on his bottom lip, rose blue eye accusing. "Where did you go? You've been gone for too long," his voice held a pouting tone, and a frown curled the corners of his lips down.

This brought a smile to Sebastian's lips. "I had some things I needed to tend to," he answered vaguely, causing his younger counterpart to huff in annoyance at being kept in the dark. "Shall we depart?"

Ciel looked out over the water one more time, a wistful expression on his face. It was mid-December, too cold to swim, lest he wanted to develop pneumonia, and with a sigh, he turned from the water and nodded, pulling his navy peacoat tighter around him. "Let's go before my lips turn blue."

Sebastian's hand found his, and he entwined their fingers, leading them back up the dock and onto the sandy beach. Snow had begun to fall, little crystaline flakes sticking to their hair and lashes. The older male looked down at the frowning boy, who glared weakly at the snow. He clutched tighter to Sebastian's hand as the sand suddenly shifted beneath his feet. The raven-haired male swore he could hear Ciel muttering obscenities under his breath, which made him chuckle. When they made it to the cobblestone street, Ciel let out a sigh of relief. They began walking in a direction that was different from their usual one.

Ciel tilted his head to the side in confusion and curiosity. "Sebastian, where are we going? The inn is in the other direction..."

The older male smirked, mischief flashing in his chocolate eyes. "Curiosity killed the cat, Ciel. You will just have to wait and see."

Ciel stuck his tongue out at the taller male, mimicking his words. "'Curiosity killed the cat...' That may be so, but satisfaction brought him back."

Sebastian refused to acknowledge this statement with words, and the only thing that let Ciel know that he had heard him was the deepening of his smirk. With a sigh, he knew that he would get nowhere by pestering the man for details. Sebastian was as stubborn as himself, when he wanted to be.

The scent of sugar hit Ciel's nose, and he inhaled and looked up. They were outside of a bakery. His mouth began to water and he practically dragged Sebastian over to it. His weakness for sweets was something that the demon found endearing, and he allowed himself to be tugged into the warmth of the bakery.

He led them to the counter and cleared his throat, raising the attention of an employee. "I am here to pick up my order."

"Name?" The young female asked, her dingy blond hair pulled back into a bun. Her eyes were the color of muddy water, and she appeared to be absolutely bored.

"Sebastian Michaelis," he stated, offering her one of his Cheshire cat smiles.

Her cheeks flushed and she stuttered, before heading towards the back. She came back with a large box, setting it on the counter. Before she could tell him the price, Sebastian handed her a large bill and told her to keep the change. He grabbed the box in his free hand and led Ciel out of the shop.

"What's in the box, Sebastian? May I see?" Ciel pestered, his eyes glued to the box which he knew contained a sweet of some sort. He practically bounced on his heels as he reached a hand toward it, mouth watering at all the things the box could possible contain.

Sebastian suddenly jerked it away from him. "Patience is a virtue," he scolded, with no real heat in his voice. Ciel frowned and refused to look at Sebastian as they continued walking. He crossed his arms and proceeded to pout, looking quite sullen.

This reaction made Sebastian smile; Ciel could be such a child sometimes. The boy continued to pout and was silent the whole way to the mystery place. They ended up in front of a fancy French cuisine restaurant. They went inside and were greeted by a host, who spoke French. Sebastian said something to him in fluent French, something which Ciel could only pick his name out of. He frowned and cursed himself for never paying attention during his French lessons. At least I can read Latin, he thought with a bitter sigh.

Pulled out of his thoughts when the host led them to a secluded booth, he sat across from Sebastian, leaning back in the plush seat. Violin music filled the air, and Ciel relaxed. While it did bring back some embarrassing memories of his lessons with the instrument, he quite enjoyed their sound when played right. As he lost himself in the music and his thoughts, Sebastian placed an order in French. His fingers idly played with his left thumb, where his ring used to sit. He still could not get used to the bare feeling. It had been a part of who he was for so long, that he thought he would never get used to it, as if a piece of him were missing. He opened his eyes to look at Sebastian, who had been watching him as if he were the only thing that occupied this world. Giving up everything to attain the one thing he desired had been worth it, though. He would never regret leaving behind that life to spend eternity with the one he loved. The thought of never being with Sebastian made his heart ache, and no matter how much he missed the weight of the ring on his thumb, he would give up everything again, a thousand times. This was where he belonged, in the arms of the man who adored him.

An array of dishes were brought out and set before them, making Ciel's stomach growl ravenously; he had forgotten that the only thing he had consumed that day had been a scone and a cup of Earl Grey. Thoughts of the box and what it contained flew out of his head while he began to shovel food into his mouth as fast as propriety would allow. The sight of the young man and his barely contained joy at all of the delicious food to feast upon brought a lovely smile to Sebastian's lips. It lit up his face, and he watched the object of his adoration as if he were the most captivating thing to walk this earth.

After they had finished their dinner, they once again headed back out onto the cold streets, Ciel feeling pleasantly full. His hand reached for his companions, and he entwined their fingers.

"Close your eyes," Sebastian murmured quite suddenly, and Ciel obeyed the odd request. He felt himself being swept up into the older male's arms before wind began to whip around them at an alarming rate. The dainty male was used to this feeling, however. He knew that Sebastian was running, taking them very far, very fast. Too soon, he was being set down on his own two feet.

"May I open my eye, yet?" He asked impatiently, his ears picking up the sounds of a crackling fire. The familiar scent of the inn hit his nose, along with an underlying aroma of roses. The room was warm, a welcome reprieve from the cold winds that had bitten at his cheeks.

A chuckle was his only answer, causing him to huff in annoyance. "Honestly, Sebastian," he muttered, mentally rolling his eyes. He felt his eyepatch being loosened and removed, and his brow twitched in response.

"You may now open your eyes," Sebastian stated.

Eagerly, Ciel's eyes flew open, and the sight before him made his breath catch. Rose petals were scattered artfully about the room, which explained the heady scent. Upon a wooden table sat a decadent three layer chocolate cake with rich chocolate frosting. Sebastian stood in front of him, a small box wrapped in royal blue paper was clutched in his right hand.

"Happy birthday, Ciel," Sebastian breathed, taking in the look of utter surprise etched on Ciel's handsome features. The younger male looked like he hadn't aged a day, a miner setback of his soul being tied to the contract. A contract that would never be fulfilled. His mind would continue to mature, but his body would remain that of a thirteen year old boy. They had both made their peace with that, though Sebastian would still tease the boy about his short stature.

A true smile graced Ciel's lips, and his hands reached out, fingers brushing the precious present. He took it within his grasp and opened it carefully. He carefully opened the hinged lid, and his eyes widened. "Oh, Sebastian," he whispered, fingers gingerly caressing the aged silver of his family ring. "But, how...?"

"Ciel, if I couldn't do this much, what kind of a lover would I be?" The trademark smirk played over his lips, but it was softened with affection for the boy in front of him. Taking the ring from the box, he slowly slid it onto Ciel's thumb.

Tears stung at his eyes and burned his nose, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and gripped the lapel of Sebastian's tailcoat. He pulled him forward and their lips met in a kiss of passion. Lips parted slightly and tongues danced together in a fiery fight of dominance. The kiss stole Ciel's breath, and he was filled with such an overpowering feeling of love for his once butler.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned back slightly to meet the vermillion eyes of Sebastian. A single tear slipped down his cheek. "I love you." Those three words were wrenched right from his soul, from his very essense, full of such raw emotion.

"You could not even fathom how much love I have for you," Sebastian whispered against Ciel's lips, the words almost painful, as he pulled him into a tight embrace.

They shared another kiss, drawn together by an unseen force. Nothing would ever come between them, nothing could sever their ties, and nothing would ever tear them apart. They would follow each other to the end of the earth, by each other's sides, until the end...