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Admittedly, this is not in my own voice, but that of my OC, Erich Zann III

Character-Interview 


The ONLY Rule: The owner MUST answer these questions in character.

1.) What is your name?
Erich Zann III, at your service


2.) Do you know why you were named that?
I was named after my father, and he after his father.  Truth be told, I cannot stand either of them

3.) Are you single or taken?
I am married to my beloved Saki Yoshino-chan.

4.) Have any abilities or powers?
More than I care to mention, to be honest.  My primary abilities from when I was human was mind control, aura detection, telepathy, psychometry, and psychic empathy

5.) Stop being a Mary-Sue!
I apologize for my Mary-Sue-like tendencies, though I do not feel that I am personally a very likeable, or friendly person, so perhaps I am not as much of a Mary Sue as previously believed

6.) What's your eye color?
Heterochromatic, or rather, they are multiple colors.  One eye is bisected horizontally with green on the bottom and amber on the top, and the other is orange with red veins radiating from the iris.  I was born with violet eyes, though.  I changed my eye color dramatically to appear as different as I could from my former appearance, though.  It is frankly a long story

7.) How about hair color?
Black

8.) Have you any family members?
I have many family members, but I consider my true family to be my friends, and perhaps my younger cousin, Lillian.


9.) Oh? How about pets?
None, sir.

10.) That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
Something I do not like? Does my grandfather count as a thing? If not, I have never been a fan of meat.

11.) Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
Many, though my best known activity is playing the violin, reading, and practicing new martial art styles.


12.) Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
Sadly, I suspect that I have hurt more people than I could possibly count in my regrettably long history.

13.) Ever...killed anyone before?
Again, sadly I have killed more people than I care to mention

14.) What kind of animal are you?
I would have to say a cat.

15.) Name your worst habits?
You do not wish to know my worst habit.  My second worst habit is that I am generally unappreciative of what I have and tend to take it for granted.

16.) Do you look up to anyone at all?
I look up to my beloved Saki-chan.

17.) Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
I am straight as an arrow.

18.) Do you go to school?
No.

19.) Ever wanna marry and have kids one day?
I am already married

20.) Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
I used to have a fangirl in my younger cousin, though she has moved on to someone far more admirable and worthy of her respect

21.) What are you most afraid of?
Losing control of my curse

22.) Okay... What do you usually wear?
If I had my choice, I would always wear a suit and tie.  I feel that it is necessary to present oneself well.

23.) What's one food that tempts you?
People.

24.) Am I annoying you?
You are not 

25.) Well, it's still not over!
That is okay.  I have all the time in the world.

26.) What class are you? Low class, middle class, high class?
I would classify myself as upper class, though I am often made fun of for that.

27.) How many friends do you have?
More than I could ever have deserved

28.) What are your thoughts on pie?
I, as a Vampire am not a big eater, though I confess that due to modifications of my Blood, I am capable of eating.  I simply prefer not to.

29.) Favorite drink?
Given my answer to the last question, I feel I need to say no more.

30.) What's your favourite place?
I would have to say at home, wherever that may be at any given moment.

31.) Are you interested in anyone~?
People are in general fascinating.  Their ability, indeed their willingness and even eagerness to betray each other at the drop of a hat has long held my interest.  Humans are such silly creatures.  They scurry about their short, pointless and meaningless existence as if there was nothing more important in the world than to get to their own destination.

32.) SKIPPING. NOPE.
I am able to skip rope, though I have never had much of a passion for it.

33.) Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
I would have to say neither.  But if forced to choose, I would say ocean.  It is more of a challenge.

34.) What's your type?
Type? I regret that I do not understand your question.

35.) Camping or indoors?
I would certainly have to say indoors.

38.) Are you still wanting the quiz to end?
I have wanted this quiz to end since the first question, thank you very much.

39.) Well, it's over. Now tag some people!
That is a relief

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Chapter Six: His Butler, Celebrating

Maylene sighed, and walked into the kitchen, which was pitch black, and she turned on the lights, jumping as Bard and Finny shot off firecrackers, and shouted ‘Happy birthday, Maylene!”
Maylene jumped as they shouted this.  She didn’t even know that they knew when her birthday was.  She had never celebrated it in the past.  In fact, she never really liked her birthday.  It only ever reminded her that she was 21, still single, still a virgin, and not likely ever to be married.  After all…  She would say, looking down at herself, she wasn’t very presentable.  She had an ugly Cockney accent, and she was dreadfully clumsy when she wasn’t fighting…  In fact, fighting was one of the few things she really could do.  Perhaps, she thought, she should just go back to being an assassin.  She could forget her qualms about murdering people.  Become the perfect killer, able to kill from far away with nobody being the wiser.  But she liked her job as a maid.  She liked her dress, and she respected Ciel.  He was good to her, and to her friends.  Even if Sebastian was brutally unkind, that didn’t matter so much.  She still hadn’t given Bard her answer.  He had confessed to her, and she had left him hanging, thus far.  She didn’t know what to say, though.  He was kinder perhaps than she deserved.  She had never even taken the time to notice that he was in love with her, let alone respond to his feelings.  The woman sighed, and glanced away unhappily.
“Th-thank you.  I-I didn’t even know you knew when my birthday was…  H-how did you find out?” She muttered, not really wanting to celebrate anything.
“Well…  Mr. One Hell of a Butler may be a super jerk, but he told us that your birthday was coming up, and gave us the day off to celebrate it…  I honestly think he just didn’t want us destroying anything today.  But the day is ours.  We can do whatever we want…” Bard said happily.  Maylene looked over at the cake sitting on the table, and sighed.  Finny was the first to notice that something was wrong.
“Maylene…  What’s wrong? You should be happy.  You don’t turn 21 every day.  It’s a happy occasion…  S-so…” Bard stopped and walked over, sitting down next to Maylene and putting a hand on her arm.
“So why do you look so sad?” He asked gently, looking directly into those amazing amber eyes of hers that seemed to swim and sometimes sparkle in the light.
“I’ve never liked my birthday.  It never brought me any joy to have grown another year older.  To me, it only meant that I was one year closer to death.  My family as it were never celebrated my birthday.  They weren’t important, really.  After all, what present could you possibly give to an assassin? A box of bullets? A new gun? A knife? Not very flattering gifts.  The only gift I got on my birthday was the promise that I didn’t have to train that day…  I usually did, anyway.  But that’s not a very happy story.  Thank you for the cake…  I am hungry, anyhow.  Let’s eat…”
“Wait.  You can’t eat cake yet…” Bard said, putting an arm around Maylene’s shoulder, and guiding her over to the table.
“Why? It looks and smells delicious.  It’s ice cream cake, right? It’s my favorite…”
“Well…  You haven’t opened your gifts yet…”
“G-g-gifts? Y-you got something for me? Why?”
“Why wouldn’t we? You’re our friend, and it’s your birthday…” Finny said with a grin.  Maylene could feel tears coming to her eyes as she sat down and took a heavy package.
“That one’s from Lau and Ran Mao…” Bard said with a laugh, surprised that Lau would think to get a gift for Ciel’s maid.
Maylene opened the present and gasped.  It was an amazingly ornate, and extraordinarily gorgeous katana.  She put on a cotton glove, and felt along the side of the blade, sighing in happiness as she did so.  She was proficient with a katana, but she hadn’t used one in years, given the fact that she couldn’t take any weapons from the guild, and frankly, even the katanas that belonged to the guild weren’t this fine.  This one was made by an exceptionally skillful sword smith.  She had always had an exceedingly acute sense of touch, owing to overactive nerves in her hands.  It was only her hands that ‘suffered’ from this, but it allowed her to feel each and every fold that the steel had gone through to make the sword…  Wait…  Weren’t Lau and Ran Mao Chinese? They weren’t Japanese, and so, having a katana, especially one of such quality was slightly odd.  She then picked up the card, and opened it.  It was written in Chinese on top, but Maylene looked down and saw that it was translated into English at the bottom.
My dearest Maylene… (How like Lau.  He was always so flirtatious, even with his so called sister, Ran Mao.)
Ran Mao and I would like to wish you the happiest of birthdays, and pray for many more for you.  We know that you were an assassin in your previous life, and so, we decided that a weapon would be an ironically appropriate gift.  We got it from some Japanese people with whom we trade occasionally.  On a slightly different note, would you maybe consider coming to work for me, instead? I can guarantee that you’ll be paid just as well as by Ciel…  Just consider it…  Happy Birthday…
Lau and Ran Mao.
Maylene rolled her eyes.  Did Lau write a letter asking her to become a prostitute? It actually seemed the sort of thing he might do.  She would have to write him back with a thank you very much for the sword, and that she would NEVER work for him.  It was an extraordinarily generous gift he gave her.  But that didn’t mean she would work for him.
“Here, Maylene…  This one is from the Young Master.”
“Y-Young Master got me a gift, too? I always knew that he was a kind person, even if he pretends not to be.” Maylene said, caught up in her birthday, now, too distracted to notice that Ciel and Sebastian were watching from just outside the kitchen.  She took the wrapping off the gift, and read the card first.
Maylene,
Perhaps it is unorthodox for a master to give his servants a gift for her birthday, but you have served me well over the years, and I wish also to apologize for Sebastian’s rather unacceptable behavior.
Ciel

p.s: Please stop sneaking my camera out and taking pictures with it.  Even you should realize that I will see the film.

Maylene blanched at this last comment.  She hadn’t realized that she didn’t replace the film all those times.  She did like photography.  She had been pretty good at taking pictures before she became Ciel’s maid.  She looked in the wrapping, and gasped at what she saw.  It was a photograph that Sebastian had taken back when the three servants were still fairly new.  He had used the oddest camera.  It was one that was unlike any she had ever seen, beyond description.  Sebastian had described it, but it all passed over Maylene’s head.  The picture had included Ciel and Lizzie, Sebastian, Finny, Bard, and herself.  They all looked so happy…  Even Ciel was smiling.  She remembered that day.  Ciel had some time off, as he had finished with one job from the Queen, but had not yet gotten his next job.  They spent the day outside, and didn’t go back in until well after the sun had gone down.  It was a warm day in early summer.  The fireflies were out, and lit up the background of the photograph, and the sky was truly alight with a full moon.  When Maylene concentrated carefully, she could see Venus low in the sky…  The Evening Star.  The photograph was beautifully taken, almost as if done by an expert, and was put in an intricate and ornate silver frame.  Maylene was floored at the gifts she was getting.
“Now, this last one is from the both of us…  Unfortunately…  We aren’t as rich as Young Master, or Mr. One Hell of a Butler…” Bard said, snorting.  But he handed her a package.  It had no card on it, but Maylene opened it, and smiled.  It was Saint Brendan’s Irish Cream.  She laughed.  It was so like them to buy her alcohol.  She looked back and saw Ciel and Sebastian.  She was surprised for a moment, but then, she called them in.  Ciel sat down on his own, and Sebastian waited until Ciel had seated, and then sat down.
“Happy birthday, Maylene…  You’re 21 years, today, right?” Ciel asked.  Suddenly, Lizzie ran in as well, and hugged Maylene tightly.
“I just heard that it’s your birthday, Maylene! I’m so sorry I don’t have a gift for you! I can’t believe I came to your party without a present!”
“N-no…  I-it’s just nice to see you, Milady…  It’s so nice that you all thought of me, today…  But…  Did the young master tell you that it was my birthday?” Maylene asked, still slightly in shock that she was receiving such a kind gesture.  She hadn’t told anyone that her birthday was on the 9th of May.  Yes.  She was a May baby.  Her birthstone was emerald, and her astrological sign was Taurus.  She was personally fond of her birthstone.  But she hadn’t, to her memory, told anyone her birthday…  How did Sebastian know?
“How do I know when your birthday is…? Is probably what you are thinking.  How could I possibly be the Phantomhive’s butler if I could not even find that out?” Sebastian asked.  Maylene looked at him shyly.
“But…  I-I was under the impression that you didn’t like me because of …  Well…  That…”
“Yes…  Why, oh, why would I do something like this for you?” Sebastian asked with a nearly mocking smile on his face.
“Well, either way, let’s down this liquor before the sun comes up!” Bard shouted, taking out glasses, and pouring the amber liquid into each glass and handed them out, even to Ciel and Lizzie.  Lizzie was the only one who protested.
“But, I’m too young to drink! So is Ciel…  He’s even younger than I am by a year.”
“Well, Milady…  Young Master could probably drink the entire bottle by himself and feel nothing.  As for you, I do not think that a single glass would do anything to you.  Bardroy…  Take her glass back and give her a little bit less.  She is young still, and does not need to be getting drunk.  Besides, I fear what her mother would do to Young Master and me if she came back hung over.”
At this, the three servants shivered, knowing how true Sebastian’s words were.  
“Now…  I am also expected to offer a gift.  So, please tell me what you would like for your birthday.  Please do not be shy.  You may ask for anything you like.” Sebastian said.  Maylene gasped.  This was such short notice.  If she wanted, she could ask to go on a date with Sebastian.  But she found that she had no desire to do so.  First of all, it seemed to smack of impropriety, given the fact that he had turned her down last time she confessed to him.
“Um…  C-could the three of us have the day off?” Maylene asked in her thick Cockney accent.  Sebastian smiled, and nodded.  It was a simple gift, though not at all what he had expected her to ask of him.
“Very well.  You three may have the day off.  Tanaka may also have the day off if he wishes.  I am no doubt enough to keep the manor ship shape for the day.  That is usually my job, anyhow.”  Well, have an enjoyable day.
“Wait! Young Master!!” Maylene shouted.  Ciel stopped, shocked at the way she had called him.  She had used polite language, but the tone of voice she had taken was quite startling, and she seemed to notice this, because she clamped her hands over her mouth, and muttered an embarrassed apology.
“No need to apologize.  What is it you would like, Maylene?” Ciel asked, actually smiling.
“Um…  I-I’ve decided to become one of your Culled   It would give me no greater satisfaction than to serve you as long as I may live…” She said, bowing.  The other two started, realizing what she was talking about, and also knelt before Ciel, and nodded their assent to being Culled as well.
“Very well.  I can do it today, if you like.  Or I can do it on another day.  Perhaps a day that is not your birthday, Maylene…”
“Any day is fine, Young Master.” Maylene said.  She didn’t really want to make the decision for herself, though, she did want to do it as soon as possible, in case it was painful.
“Very well.  Somebody get me some chalk, or something else that can write on the ground outside.  We also will need four candles minimum, and a knife.  It could be inside.  But it is much harder to clean this up inside.  Sebastian could do it, but there is no need to add to his work.  Hurry up, and gather the supplies!” Ciel yelled, clapping his hands twice, scattering the three servants, who, one by one came back with the materials and followed Ciel outside.  Ciel looked for a flat piece of stone that was large enough to draw his Contract Mark on.  A demon could form a Culling Contract without doing the ritual.  But it was more powerful if the demon did the ritual with it, and Ciel wasn’t certain that he could fully cement the contract without it.  He wasn’t an experienced demon, yet, and though he theoretically had all of Hannah Annafellows’ power, that was just supposition, and there was still doubt as to just how much he inherited, or if he would have to work hard at becoming powerful just like any other demon.  He finally found a large slab of rock, and started drawing out the Contract Circle, doing all the intricate symbols, surprising Sebastian with his proficiency.
“There is nothing surprising about it, Sebastian.  I as a demon should know my own Contract Mark.  Tell me, though…  Does their contract with me work the same way as mine does with you…  Rather, that the closer it is to the eye, the easier it is for me to find them?”
“Well…  Yes.  However, it usually is not necessary for a demon to seek out his Culled.  They usually serve him or her willingly, and would not run even if they did have the chance, assuming the demonic master is relatively good to his or her servants.  It happens so rarely that it is hard to say.  It would be best to put it somewhere near the eye, and at least on the head or neck.  Yours is on your eye, and you wear an eye patch to cover it.  Your servants could do the same, though I would recommend you choose a different place for each, given the suspicion it would raise if all three servants had an eye patch.”
“Alright, Young Master!” Bard yelled, running out with candles and matches.  This time, he didn’t fall.  Maylene came out with a knife, and also didn’t fall (thank God, Ciel thought to himself.  Ciel finished the circle, and Sebastian admired Ciel’s work.  Sebastian was surprised to note that it was exactly the same as Hannah’s had been.  He had seen hers only briefly, but recognized it instantly.
Ciel set up the candles in the moonlight, and lit them, causing the circle to glow slightly in the weak light.  It was sort of an eerie sight, especially since the flames were burning blue, and the circle was glowing a light teal color.  The boy then ordered the servants to line up, and he stood in the circle.  Maylene walked in first, and knelt down before him.
“Do you, Maylene Wierwille, swear to serve your demonic master, Ciel Phantomhive for all eternity, and remain by his side through safety and danger?”
“I do.”
“Do you swear also never to act in a way that would threaten him directly, or indirectly put him at threat by another?”
“I do.”
“Then I, Ciel Phantomhive, share my Blood with you, Maylene Wierwille and mark you as my own.  Remove your gloves.”
Maylene removed her white cotton gloves, and put them carefully on the ground.  Ciel then sliced his wrist, and held it out for Maylene to drink.  Maylene put her lips up to Ciel’s wrist, and sucked the Blood out.  The sensation was ecstatic, like a thousand Acid trips mixed with the greatest Opium high.  After a moment, Ciel pulled his hand away, and focused, putting his hand on Maylene’s left hand, causing his Contract Mark to appear.  It wasn’t the most effective way to mark her.  But she could easily hide the mark by wearing her gloves.
Bard was next.  He also knelt down, and Ciel went through the same process.
“Do you, Bardroy Abbott, swear to serve your demonic master, Ciel Phantomhive for all eternity, and remain by his side through safety and danger?”
“I do…”
And after he was done with his whole speech, he held his wrist out again, and Bard drank.  When Ciel was finished feeding him, he spoke.
“Which eye is your better eye? Which eye do you use to aim your gun?”
“My left.”
Ciel put his hand over Bard’s right eye, and the demonic contract appeared.
“I will get you an eye patch to wear over your right eye.  You will have to learn to use one eye.”
Next…
“Do you, Finnian Iarnuuocon, swear to serve your demonic master Ciel Phantomhive for all of eternity and remain by his side through safety and danger?”
“I do.”
“And do you swear also never to act in a way that would threaten him directly, or indirectly put him at threat by another?”
“I do.” Finny said seriously.  Ciel then gave Finny his blood, and gave one last command.
“Remove your hat.  Do not give me that look.  I have a reason.  Turn around and lower your head.” Ciel said.  Finny was very unsure, but he did as directed, and turned around and bent his neck.  Ciel put his hand on Finny’s neck, covering his research tattoo with his own Contract Mark.  Now, it looked more like he just had a tattoo, rather than a serial number, and if anyone accidentally saw it, it wasn’t such a big deal.  Finny suddenly lurched forward and hugged Ciel tightly in a bone crushing hug…  Well, it would have been bone crushing for a human.  For Ciel, who was now a demon, it wasn’t so painful, although it did restrict his breathing a bit.
“Finnian…  Relase me, now.  It is beyond improper for a servant to hug his master.  Beyond that, you are hurting me.”
Finny dropped Ciel, and dropped to one knee in apology.
“I’m so sorry, Young Master! Please forgive me!” He pleaded.  Ciel merely smiled.
“There is nothing for which to apologize.  Merely keep it in mind for next time.  Now, you have the night off, and tomorrow.  Do with it as you will.” Ciel said sternly.  He then turned to Tanaka, and his eyes flashed crimson.
“Tanaka.  Do you wish to become a Culled like them?”
Tanaka thought for a moment, then shook his head.  “I’m too old to become eternal.  I would just as soon pass away like a human.”
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Chapter Five: His Butler: A Tutor

“Hello, Sebastian…  Did your secondary contract go well?” Ciel asked, showing an uncommon level of interest in Sebastian.  It made the demon suspicious.
“Yes, in fact.  I granted her wish quickly, and am back to serving you… My Lord…” Sebastian said with a perfunctory smile that sent a chill down Ciel’s spine.
“And? How did you find your temporary master?” Ciel asked, further surprising Sebastian.  He found himself pleased by Ciel’s current mood, though it was so unlike Ciel that Sebastian wondered what Ciel was up to.
“I find myself suspicious of your motives for asking me these questions…  Is it mere curiosity, or do you have some ulterior motive?” The demon butler asked with a slight glare.
“Curiosity is arguably an ulterior motive in itself.  However, I understand your suspicion.  I merely wish to see your experience through your eyes.  I feel it may help me attune myself to being a demon, myself.” Ciel replied.
“I see…  Humans…  They think in such limited terms.  Come, stand, and look into my eyes…” Sebastian said with a grin.  Ciel nodded, and removed his eye patch.  His eyes glowed fluorescent pink in time with Sebastian’s, and Ciel gasped as memories flowed straight into his mind.  He felt slightly queasy as memories of Sebastian and a young woman who appeared scarcely older than he.  He could feel her own sensations and emotions as well.  She had been months from death, if not weeks, and was in love with a girl from her class.  She was afraid of being rejected and humiliated if she confessed.  She finally summoned Sebastian, and asked him for his help.  He used his usual ‘One Hell of a Butler’ routine, and helped her come clean about her feelings.  Ciel smiled contentedly as the memory ended, and he felt the feelings that Sebastian tasted as he imbibed the girl’s soul.
“What happens to a person’s body after their soul is eaten?” Ciel asked.  Sebastian laughed tepidly.
“My Lord…  The body’s integrity is not dependent on the soul.  In fact, when the body dies, the soul leaves the body, anyhow, and nothing happens to the body then.  When the soul is taken, the person simply becomes a cadaver.  You do not really believe the stories about people turning to dust after their souls are taken, do you?” Sebastian asked with a slightly mocking laugh.  Ciel blushed lightly and scowled at Sebastian.
“How am I supposed to know what happens to the body after the loss of the soul!? I’ve just become a demon!”
“You are right, of course, My Lord.  Perhaps I will…  Take you under my wing.  With my tutelage you should be able to become a more competent demon.  You are already fairly competent as a human.  But your skills in the martial arts, and home economics are sorely lacking.  As a worthwhile demon, you must be able to fight, make food, speak, read, and write languages, play instruments, paint, draw, clean, etcetera, etcetera…  You must also gain control over your powers, and find out what they are, for that matter.  You realize, of course, that your powers are essentially Miss Hannah Annafellows.  You will probably learn about her powers little by little in times of need.”
“You believe that I will really need all of those skills? I can’t see why I would need them.  I have you…”
“Ah, but when you are contracted to work for a master, then it will ultimately be your job to take care of their needs.  That is why you must, like me, become one hell of a butler.  I do not know if you have an animal with which you are associated.  If you do, you will likely find yourself uncommonly attracted to them, and find that they are also attracted to you.  I have cats.  Claude Faustus had spiders.  I do not know Miss Anafellows’ animal.  It is up to you to find.  You are an intelligent young man.  Choose what you would like to learn first.”
“Well, I think I would like to learn fighting skills.  I find that I am physically quite weak.  I have rarely in the past needed to fight, as I have had you, and, before you, I had Tanaka.”
“Indeed.  Come with me.  We can use the grounds in the back.  Hurry, My Lord.  I promise that I will be one hell of a tutor.”
“Of course.  Is there anything I should wear?”
“Wear? You may of course wear whatever you like.  But I suggest something easier to move in than that.  Is there any style of martial art you would like to learn?”
“I think hand-to-hand would be easiest to begin with.” Ciel said uncertainly.
“I believe that is probably best for the Young Master to begin with.”

“Okay, Young Master…  I suppose that before we get into actually fighting each other, we should work on some basics.  How flexible would you say you are?” Sebastian asked.
Little by little, Sebastian was finding that his resentment was wearing off, and being replaced by resignation, if not actual acceptance.  He would be here with Ciel forever.  So he figured he may as well get used to it.
“Martial arts is as much about using your opponent’s force as against them as it is about applying your own force.  Have you ever learned about Newton’s laws of motion?” Sebastian asked.  Ciel raised an eyebrow, and shook his head.  He didn’t really see how math had anything to do with fighting.
“Well.  Newton’s Third Law states that for every action, there is a similar yet opposite reaction.  In martial arts, you must exert some force, but moving in a way that allows you to use your opponent’s actions against them is also highly useful.  Now sit down on the ground with your feet out in front of you all the way.”
“What? I’m not sitting on the ground! That’s filthy!” Ciel snapped.  Sebastian scowled.  Perhaps teaching his Young Master martial arts would be harder than it seemed.
“That is why you are wearing clothes like that.  If they get dirty, it doesn’t matter.  Now sit.” Sebastian said.  Normally, he didn’t get to give orders.  But Ciel obeyed him this time, and sat with his feet in front of him.
“Good.  Now, try to touch your toes without moving your legs.  This is to test and improve flexibility.  I can’t imagine that you are very flexible.” Sebastian said, and he watched as Ciel moved to touch his toes.  Sebastian was surprised by how far down Ciel was able to reach.  He was more naturally flexible than Sebastian would have thought.  Suddenly, though, they were interrupted.
“Oh Ciel!!” Lizzy shouted, running toward him.  Sebastian sighed, and smiled over at Lizzie.
“Hello, Milady.  I am sure you are wondering what we are doing.” Sebastian said politely, kneeling down before Lizzie.
“Um…  Yeah…  Why is Ciel wearing such ugly clothes…  His wardrobe is usually so beautiful…”
“Well…  These are his casual clothes, for lack of a better word.  Since the Young Master is a demon, now, and will eventually have to enter into a contract with a human, and thereafter take their soul, I am training the Young Master in various arts that he will need in order to serve his master better.  Right now, we are working on physical fitness and combat.  Do not worry, Milady…  I swear as his butler that I will not harm him severely.  Besides, as a demon, he can regenerate most wounds in a day or so at most…  Ah…  Don’t give me that severe look.  He asked me to teach him all this.  Besides, for the time, we are only working on physical fitness.  Demons are naturally strong, so he should be stronger and have more stamina than any human could ever hope to have.  But he is still weak for a demon.  Come, Young Master.  Is your body really that rigid?” Sebastian asked with a mildly sadistic smile as he lifted his foot and pushed down on Ciel’s back gently, pushing him forward slightly, causing Ciel to gasp in pain, and begin to demand that Sebastian let him back up.
“I apologize, Young Master.  Your orders were to train you.  As your trainer, I cannot overlook your lack of flexibility.  18... 19… 20… 21… 22… 23… 24…” Then Sebastian pushed him down further, causing Ciel to start yelling and cursing angrily, and Lizzie to gasp at the way Sebastian was treating Ciel.  Sebastian had always seemed like such a good and gentle man, even if he was a demon.
“25… 26… 27… 28…29…30.”  Sebastian released his foot, and told Ciel to get up slowly so as not to pull anything.  Ciel obeyed, but looked up at Sebastian angrily, and moved his legs, trying to get some feeling back in them.  Sebastian smirked, and looked down at the much shorter demon.
“Now, do a split.  Do not bother looking at me like that.  It is no easier or harder than it sounds.  You simply do this…” Sebastian said, doing a perfect split.  Both Ciel and Lizzie gasped as he displayed his extraordinary flexibility.  Sebastian moved one leg to stick straight up in the air, and then bent at the knee, standing up perfectly.
“Do not think that you are required to be as flexible as I, Young Master.  The animal that represents me most accurately is a cat, and cats are both highly agile, and extraordinarily limber.  It is said that cats could be thrown out the third story window, and land on their feet with not so much as a scratch.”
“You know I hate cats, Sebastian.  I’m…”
“Allergic to them.  You should not be allergic anymore.  Demons do not have such things as allergies.  They are a human malady, caused by an overreaction of the human immune system to a specific substance.  Common allergies include chocolate, milk, bread, cats, other such animals, etc…  Now, show me how far you can lower yourself.  Do a split.”
“You’re an even greater tyrant than me, Sebastian…” Ciel said with a resentful smirk.
“Perhaps.  I am a demon who has lived for over 5000 years, though.  You should not expect better.  I knew when I was first summoned by you, Young Master, that I could expect the very best from you as a human.  And I now expect no less of you as a demon.  You are smart, talented, and clever.  Use your skills to their limit.” Sebastian said with a wide smirk as Ciel sighed and began to go into a split.  Ciel couldn’t deny that this sort of exercise was uncomfortable.  But regardless of the pain, it was probably nothing compared to the tortures that he suffered at the hands of those cultists.  So he stretched down as far as he could, and found that he actually got further than he thought he would.
“That is not bad, considering it was your first time.  However, I would not say that it is extraordinary, even for a human, and especially for a demon.  Remember that as a demon, you have the handicap of having been human once.  Most demons begin existence with extraordinary flexibility, great strength and endurance, and some idea of how to fight, even if they are not extraordinary at fighting.  Over their thousands of years of life, they pick up countless martial arts forms.  It is possible that you have those knowledges locked away inside you, given that you essentially absorbed Hannah Annafellows’ soul.  Go lower…” Sebastian said, looking down at Ciel again with a look of mild contempt, and pushing down on his head.  Seeing this, Lizzie ran over, yelling at Sebastian to stop.
“Milady…  I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your fiancé is no longer human.  I cannot hurt him as you might hurt a human.  He requires this training in order to be an adequate demon.  Demons are, by virtue, creatures that serve humans in exchange for the human’s soul.  That means that demons must possess a wide range of talents.  Fighting is among the least and simplest of them.  You may join us if you wish.  I understand that you are extraordinarily talented at fencing.  Martial arts are not so different.”
“I-I’ll join in.  I suppose it can’t be a bad idea to get a head start on my training for when I’m Culled by Ciel.”
“Never a bad idea, Milady.  Okay, Young Master.  You may stand, now.  You have stretched, so we are going to go for a run.  I want you to run around the outermost edge of the grounds 50 times.  Choose a landmark and use it as a checkpoint.  Do not lose count.  If you do, you must start over.”
“Wait! 50 times! The grounds is at least a kilometer around!” Ciel yelled.  Even Lizzie thought this was a bit much to expect of Ciel.
“You are right.  What could I have been thinking? Go around 100 times.  That is only 100 kilometers.  For a demon, it should not be undoable.  Experienced demons have been known to run hundreds of kilometers at extremely fast rates.  So go.  It’s not so much.  Come back when you finish, or when the sun sets.  Whichever comes first.” Sebastian said, being completely serious.  Ciel glowered at Sebastian, but went off and started running.
“You will be a little more difficult to train, perhaps, Milady.  I do not mean to be impolite, but, being a human, you could not possibly endure the same amount of exercise as the Young Master.  You may have been stronger than him when you were both humans.  But he is not human, and you will quickly find that he will overtake you.  But, it couldn’t hurt to be in good physical shape for when you are Culled.  I will begin your training first.  But I suggest you change into something more suited to combat.”
“Wh-what? What’s wrong with this dress? I’ve fought in this before.”
“Well, yes, but martial arts requires flexibility and mobility as well as strength.  Come into the mansion.  I am sure we can find something that will fit you.” Sebastian said, bringing Lizzie back into the mansion, where he went up to Ciel’s room, and dug through his clothes, and finally found something that would at least fit Lizzie, and be comfortable.  He called Lizzie up, and gave her the clothes.  They were slightly ragged, and none too attractive.  But she changed into it, and ran back downstairs, and out the door, and met Sebastian outside.  Sebastian looked at her, taking her measure.  Unlike Ciel, who had relatively little physical strength, Lizzie was overflowing with strength, and would likely do well in a martial art that emphasized strong, direct attacks.  Perhaps Kung Fu, or Judo.  Those would both be very direct.  Capoeira wouldn’t do for Lizzie.
“Perhaps, I should begin by having you stretch.  You saw what the Young Master did earlier.  Do those same stretches, and I’ll teach you after that.  If you aren’t stretched out, you could hurt yourself.
Lizzie sat down, and began stretching, quickly proving that she was as flexible and supple as she was strong.  This definitely impressed Sebastian.  When she was done, she stood, and faced Sebastian.  She had once taken some martial arts training, and become pretty good.  Her talent was still with a sword.  Sebastian nodded, and faced Lizzie.
“Do you know anything about martial arts?”
“Yes.  I took a year of hand-to-hand combat lessons when I was twelve.  I’m not great at it.  But I suppose I could pass.”
“Good.  That will make this easier.  I decided that Kung Fu is probably the best choice for you to begin with.  It is very direct, and deals with relatively basic methods of combat.  Sebastian found, to his satisfaction, that Lizzie was not half so incompetent physically as Ciel seemed to be.  Though she was a mere human, her strength was fairly great, and she had proved in the past that she would likely be a match for most men her own age, and even those slightly older than she.  He also found that she was highly flexible, and that her grip was truly frightful, and would likely be strong enough to break a person’s arm were she to try to do so.
As such, as Sebastian kept track of Ciel’s progress, he taught Lizzie how to fight, and especially how to fight a person with much greater strength, speed, and reach, as Sebastian was indeed over six feet tall, and Lizzie was less than 5 ½ feet.  Again, Sebastian was glad to see that at least one of his masters had some talent in combat.  Lizzie had skill in slipping out of seemingly impossible places, and striking from below.  Sebastian had known that Lizzie had prodigious talent in Fencing.  But not that she was talented at unarmed combat.  He was sure that Lizzie’s parents would be displeased that she was learning such a thing from Sebastian.  He was certain that Francis Midford would be deeply appalled that Lizzie was learning what she would consider such an unrefined method of combat.  But if she was to be Culled in the future, she may as well get a head start on her studies.
“Milady…  If I may ask, where did you learn such proficiency in martial arts? One year of training would not be enough to become so talented.  You have great proficiency in dodging and waiting until your opponent tires…  Though, I should inform you that you should also learn to determine which opponents are susceptible to those tactics.”
“What do you mean, Sebastian?” Lizzie asked innocently.
“Well, for example, a demon such as I would not likely tire before you.  Due to the mere fact that you are a human, waiting for a demon to become tired is a waste of energy and time.  It would be more logical to land some blows and at least weaken your enemy.”
“I see.  I just don’t think I would have a chance of actually hitting you…  That is, if you actually are a demon.”
“I would have to disagree, Milady.  There is a man who has met me in battle, and fought me extremely skillfully.  Agni is his name, and he has matched me in battle on more than one occasion, despite the fact that he is, as you say, ‘merely’ human.”
“Really? What is his secret?” Lizzie asked.  Sebastian smiled mysteriously.
“Well…  One benefit he has is his prodigious skill in Marma Adi, an Indian form of martial arts that focuses on attacking pressure points.  But he also is profoundly dedicated to his master, seeing him almost as a god.  And so, when he harnesses that power, he is able to access superhuman power, speed, and endurance.  That does not mean that he will not die if stabbed in the chest.  But it does mean that he can ignore many wounds that would likely cripple lesser opponents.”
“Wow…  So…  He worships Soma?” Lizzie asked.
“There will be plenty of time to discuss the semantics of their relationship in the future.  After all, one could argue that you will have nothing but time in future years.  Now, unlike the Young Master, who would benefit from a more passive martial art that utilizes a minimal amount of energy while yielding maximum results.  In the futre, I intend to train him in more rigorous martial arts.  But for now, even though he is stronger than any human, he should beware of becoming overconfident.  Even for a demon, that will lead to certain failure.”
“Can I tell my family about all this?” Lizzie asked.  Sebastian smiled, and shook his head.
“I would not dare to say what you can and cannot do.  But I would not advise it.  Most do not believe in demons, and would assume that you were insane were you to spin a tale of your fiancé being a demon who had another demon as his butler.  They would either assume that you sought attention, or that you were mad, and neither would go over well for you or for the Young Master…  It seems it is getting dark.  Young Master! How many laps have you run? I have been counting, so do not lie.” Sebastian said as Ciel huffed and puffed, slowly coming to a stop.  Normally, his Asthma would have gotten the better of him.  But now that he was a demon, Asthma was a nonissue, as a demon’s lungs were not subject to human ailments.
Ciel glared furiously at Sebastian, still incensed that Sebastian had ordered him to run so much.  He had never done so much work in his life.
“There is no need to be angry, Young Master.  As a demon, you are much stronger, faster, and durable than a human.  However, I would assume that you must grow into Hannah’s powers.  The fact that you hold her demonic essence does not automatically make you as extraordinarily powerful as she.  I will admit that such a feat as she performed is unprecedented in my memory.  But there is no reason to think that you could suddenly become all powerful.  Now…  Tell me how many laps you did.”
“I made seventy-two laps around the perimeter.” Ciel said, dissatisfied that he had not completed the 100 laps that Sebastian had set him.  Sebastian sighed, and nodded.”
“Well…  I cannot say I am impressed.  But, you exceeded my expectations by a small margin.  Let us go inside, and we can make dinner.  Hopefully, the servants have not destroyed the manor.” Sebastian said, walking back into the mansion with Ciel and Lizzie.
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Chapter Four: His Butler: Moonlighting

Of course, although Sebastian was deeply distraught about his Young Master becoming a demon (for it meant that he could no longer savor the taste of his soul), he got over it.  Over the years and decades, he repaired his relationship with Ciel.  Obviously, Ciel, proficient as he was in political, and social intrigue, was highly deficient in many other areas, one being that he was a baby in the world of demons.  Ciel had much to learn, and only Sebastian could really help him with that.  He would eventually have to take a contract, and eat a soul.  Sebastian may have been Mr. One Hell of a Butler, but Ciel would have to learn that as a demon, he would have to be able to do some work for himself eventually.  He would need to become far more self reliant.
Ciel had given Sebastian permission to form secondary contracts, as long as he was available enough when the time came.  But, given the other servants’ improving skill, Sebastian wasn’t as worried, and he was extremely hungry, having not eaten a soul in at least fifty years.  So, when the time came, he answered another human’s summons.
She was truly lovely with long chestnut hair, and chocolate brown eyes that seemed to swim when she cried.  She had a secret, though, one that she couldn’t tell to her friends, her counselor, or even her own mother and father for fear of being shunned and hated.  She was in love with another girl, and even though she knew she was about to die, she wanted terribly badly to confess to this woman.  It didn’t matter to her whether her love was accepted or not, really.  The problem wasn’t fear of rejection…  The problem was that even before she became ill about a year and a half before, she was cripplingly shy, and could barely speak without having a fit of what her parents called ‘nerves’.
To be fair, of course, it didn’t really help that her parents were highly strict and conservative people, and that they would likely fly off the handle if they learned that she was attracted to a girl.  Perhaps that’s why she ended up calling on Sebastian, having been reading into the occult, and came across a book that had his seal in it.  She held no hope for surviving her illness, especially since the doctors didn’t even have a name for it.  She only wanted to find something to take her mind off of her own death in the last months of her life.  So finally, she drew up the circle in her own blood, and made an offering of a dog that she bought…  She didn’t even really like dogs, for which Sebastian was highly grateful, as he personally hated dogs.  She preferred cats, so her parents were shocked when she asked for a dog.  She felt a little bit bad for slaughtering a defenseless animal, but not so bad, as she had been attacked by a dog as a little girl and put in the hospital from the experience.
“Greetings, potential Mistress…” Sebastian said mysteriously, his true demonic form hidden by vast fields of feathers.  “Was it you who called me?”
“Y-y-yes…” She stuttered.  Sebastian grinned, revealing pointed teeth.  “A-are you…  R-really…  A-a demon?”
“Are you scared?” He asked, his grin widening until it split his cheeks in an unholy smirk.
“T-t-t-terrified…  B-b-but you’re th-the only one wh-who can grant my wish…” She said miserably.
“You understand that once you make a contract with me, you can go neither to heaven, nor hell…”
“Y-yes.  H-h-heaven has no place for me, though, and being eaten is preferable to the fiery pits…”
“Then you feel that there is no escape for you? Very well…”
And so, the contract seal was burned onto her eye, proof that she had dealt with a demon, and could never go back to her old life.
“Now, Young Mistress, what is your wish?” Sebastian asked, turning into his human form, and falling to his knee before the girl, causing her to blush frantically, and gasp for breath.  She was not used to being treated so deferentially.
“P-p-please d-d-don’t bow to me!! Y-you don’t need t-to be so submissive! A-and don’t call me Young Mistress!”
“What would my Mistress prefer that I address her as?” Sebastian continued, smiling politely.”
“Rachael…  M-my name is Rachael Crowley…”
“Of course, Miss Crowley.  Please tell me your wish…”
“I-I want to be able t-to confess my feelings f-for someone b-before I die…”
Sebastian looked at her, deeply surprised, and more than a little bit amused.
“You surrendered your soul for that? Please forgive this humble servant’s audacity.  You might be shy, but surely you do not need a demon’s assistance for such a mundane thing?”
“I-if it was just confessing, it would be different, I-I could figure it out myself…  However, i-it is the person to whom I wish to express my feelings.  Y-you see, I-I’m in love with another girl, and I’m afraid that if I tell her my true feelings, she will hate me.  I-I don’t care if I die, my life isn’t that important, but I do care if she curses my memory.”
“I see.  You are afraid of the stigma of being a lesbian.  Humans are so foolish.  In ancient Greece, homosexuality was not only common, but widely accepted as being a legitimate form of love.  It is only modern humans who treat it as something repulsive…” Sebastian said disgustedly.  This caused Rachael to cringe.  However, she straightened, and nodded.
“Is it your wish that I make sure that she returns your affections? Or perhaps that you might go on a date with her?”
“N-no…  I-I just want to be able to express my feelings…  Whether they’re returned or not…  But…  D-do some research first…  P-please…” She said, seeing the amused look on Sebastian’s face, and thinking that it was a look of annoyance.
“What would milady like me to do the research on?” Sebastian asked kindly, kneeling again to her, looking down at the floor in the perfect imitation of a butler’s behavior.
“Um…  I-I…  I just want t-to know what she likes…  I-I’m afraid I’ve always been too scared to get close to her for fear of being f-found out…”
“Of course, Mistress…” Sebastian said, his eyes glowing fluorescent pink.  As he was about to leave, though, she stopped him.
“W-wait! What is your name, sir?” She asked in a tone far too polite to be addressing a typical butler…  Although it was true that Sebastian was far from ‘typical’, and indeed, was ‘one hell of a butler’, he was not used to being called ‘sir’ by his master.  He had served many people throughout history, both important and unimportant, powerful and ordinary.  The power that his master wielded mattered nothing to a creature such as Sebastian.  Some of them were more loathsome than others, but he found himself keeping a professional distance from all of them, and of all his masters and mistresses, this Rachael girl was the only one who had ever called him ‘sir’.
“Please address me however you like, My Lady.”
“W-well, what name were you given at birth?” She asked, unwilling to decide on a name at the moment for fear that he would dislike it.
“My ‘birth’ was something completely dissimilar to how humans are born.  I was… For lack of a better term… spawned from pure Dark energy.  I have a truename, but Milady must already know that if you summoned me.  Beyond that, my ‘birth’ created me fully grown and ready to serve humans.”
“W-would you mind the name Johann?”
“I am Johann, then…” the newly named ‘Johann’ said, bowing.
“Before I begin my research, though, might I enquire as to the object of Milady’s affection’s name?”
“R-right!! Eliza Thorpe! Sh-she should be in class right now! Class gets out in three hours…”
“Very well, then I must make haste…” Sebastian, or rather, Johann said politely.

“My Lady…  I have collected the information that you desire…” Sebastian said calmly, looking into the room and climbing in the window like a thief in the night.  Rachael sat bolt upright, coughing violently from shock, blood coming from her mouth and dribbling down her chin and front.
“S-so fast!! H-how did you do that!!?”
“I am merely one Hell of a butler, My Lady…” Sebastian said, bowing beside her bed.
“W-what did you find?”
“Miss Thorpe is very athletic, and also very intelligent.  Her strongest subject is math, and from what I have gathered, she seems to have an approximate IQ of 182.  She is talented in Chemistry, Physics, Biology, and Trigonometry, but lacks talent in History, although she speaks Latin and Esperanto fluently…  I have seen her playing Chess, and she seems to be at about grandmaster level.  She is a clumsy dancer, but is talented at sports like Soccer, Tennis, and fencing.  She writes in a diary in Esperanto to prevent anyone else from reading it, and likes to read Edgar Allen Poe, Bram Stoker, Oscar Wilde, and other gothic horror authors.  She is also especially fond of Lewis Caroll, although he is not gothic horror.  She is weak in sewing, and other stereotypically feminine activities, driving a rift between her and her parents, and she seems to have few friends at her school, although the friends she has are very close to her.”
“W-wow…  H-how did you g-get all that?”
“What kind of butler would I be if I could not even do that?” Sebastian asked with a mild laugh.  At this, Rachael blushed, and looked away.  Now, if anything, she was even more nervous.
“Would you like me to arrange a meeting with Miss Thorpe?”
“Y-you can do that!?” Rachael blurted out, causing Sebastian to smile in amusement.
“Of course.  I can do anything the Mistress requires of me.” Sebastian said, disappearing into the night.

Sebastian in his cat form sauntered up the front lawn of Eliza’s home, and scratched at the door.  When he received no answer, he looked around the house, and noticed that the light was on in Eliza’s window.  So he went over and climbed up the wall, scratching at the window.  He knew that Eliza loved cats, and often allowed them in to feed and play with them, even if they were strays.  Although her parents didn’t like animals period, so she always hid them from her mother and father.
“Hey, little kitty! What a beautiful cat you are…” Eliza said, opening the window, and allowing Sebastian to slide in.
“What’s your name, little guy?”
“My name is Sebastian, Milady…” Sebastian said, after purring a few times as Eliza petted him gently.
“EEEK!! A-A talking c-c-cat!? A-are you a messenger of Bast, the Egyptian goddess of cats? Or maybe the Cheshire Cat?”
“I am not.  I am merely one Hell of a cat.” He said in his deep, soothing voice that seemed to flow through the room, lulling Eliza into a strange sense of security.  She seemed excited, now, that the horror tales that she read about magic and demons weren’t just fairytales.
“What have you come to tell me o great feline messenger of the demons? Have you come to take my soul?”
“I have not.  I am merely here to deliver a message.  Are you aware of a girl in your class named Rachael Crowley?”
“Of course.  We all know her, although I’m sad to say that she doesn’t really have any friends.  She’s…”
“Terribly shy… correct? Yes, well, she is ill, and is likely to pass on sooner rather than later, and would like to invite you to her house.  She would like to make at least one friend before she expires.”
“How terrible! The teacher said she was sick, but didn’t say when or if she’d be back! What does she have?”
“There is no name as of yet for her illness, though in the future, doctors will diagnose it as Cancer.  It has already metastasized, or spread throughout her body from its place of origin, and is fatal, though not contagious.”
“W-what is…  Cancer?”
“The specifics are difficult to explain.  However, it is essentially a rapid spread of malformed, immature cells that form a malignant mass inside the body.  In the future, there will be drugs and other treatments to defeat it, but Victorian England has not yet seen such treatments, and even if I told the doctors what it was, and how to treat it, they would not understand, as the technology to create such treatment does not yet exist.”
“I-I see.  When is the soonest that I can see her?”
“Why, tomorrow, of course.  She wishes to speak with you at length.”
With this, Sebastian went to leave.  But Eliza grabbed his paw, and held him back momentarily.  He looked at her, narrowing his feline eyes.
“Wait! Who are you?”
“I have already told you.  I am merely a demon and a cat.”

“Mistress…  I have extended the invitation.  She understands to the best of her ability your situation, and will come to call on you tomorrow at 4 pm.  I hope that you are staying well.  Please take this pill.  It will give you the energy you require to stay focused on your meeting.  Take it one hour before she arrives, and you will be energetic for six hours.” Sebastian said, holding out a blood red capsule.  She looked at it, and put it on the table by her bed.
“Mr. Johann? D-do you know what I have? I know I probably won’t understand, but I’d like to know before I die, even if the doctors can’t help me.”
“You have Cancer, Milady.  It began in your stomach, but spread via metastasis to the lungs, liver, and several other organs.  Cancer is a malignant mass of immature, mutagenic cells that basically shunts your organs to the side.  It is an insidious disease, and no treatment will arise for it for at least another sixty or seventy years after treatments using drugs and radiation are discovered.”
“What is radiation?”
“How to describe it? Radiation uses unstable elements such as Uranium and Plutonium, although those aren’t by any means the only radioactive elements, and they haven’t been discovered yet.  They create waves that are known to kill rapidly growing cells, and although in excessive amounts they will be known to cause Cancer, in proper doses, it can reduce the size of the mass it creates.  Such technology will be used by Americans to end World War II.  They will drop a Uranium bomb on Hiroshima, and a Plutonium bomb on Nagasaki.  It will create a fission reaction that will vaporize about half the city, and will kill millions of people.  However, after that, Japan will surrender to America, and lives will be ironically saved.  After that, war will become very different due to the technology that people can employ.  Nobody will want to risk having a nuclear war, and so, wars will become acts of attrition rather than acts of outright combat…  For the most part, although war will still hold the same appeal to humans as an act of domination and violence.”
“H-how do you know all this? C-can you see the future?”
“I cannot personally see the future, although I have acquaintances who have some ability to do so, and I have spoken at length with them.”

The next day, Rachael bathed thoroughly, dressed up nicely, and waited eagerly for Eliza to come over.  The girl jumped when the front doorbell rang, and she leapt out of bed, but was beaten to the door by her older sister, who greeted Eliza, and invited her in.
“Oh, Rachael! I was sure that you would be in bed, resting.  I wasn’t aware that you were inviting a friend over.”
“W-well, w-we’re kind of new friends, a-and…  I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t tell you, and…”
“No, no, don’t worry.  Just go have a good time.  I’m glad to see you’re making friends…”
“So, Rachael, a little kitty told me you wanted to talk to me.  I never even knew you knew who I was.  You always had your nose buried in a book.  I was always curious as to what kind of person you were.”
“I-I’m actually not a terribly interesting person…”
For the next three hours, the two girls talked, and got to know each other better.  Then, when it was starting to get dark, Rachael stopped, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.  She confessed to Eliza, and watched the other girl’s expression as she did.  Eliza didn’t seem disgusted or angry.  Only surprised, and when she was finished, Eliza smiled, and spoke.  “I’m flattered that you feel that way about me.  I thought I was the only one who felt that way about girls, so it’s refreshing to know that someone else feels like I do…” Eliza said, kissing the emaciated girl on the lips.
“Sebastian, a-a cat that came to my house last night told me about your illness.  I was amazed that anything like that even existed.  I’ve always wanted to become a medical researcher, but I guess now, I have another reason to do so.”
“S-Sebastian? Oh! Of course.  Johann! C-c-could you come in here!?” Rachael asked nervously, and Sebastian entered, bowing to the two ladies before him.
“Good evening, Miss Thorpe.  We meet again, this time in my ‘human’ form.  My previous master actually called me Sebastian.  My current Mistress calls me Johann.  The name by which I go actually makes no difference to me.  Is there anything I can do for either of you?”
“No.  I-I just wanted to introduce her to you.” Rachael said sweetly.  Sebastian nodded, and bowed, leaving the room, and the two girls.
“So, d-did you, like…  Promise your soul to him or something?”
“Yes.  After you leave, he will take my soul…  But it’s alright, because I’ve had my wish granted.  I got to spend time with you.”
“That was your wish? Not to beat this Cancer, or get well enough to live a little bit longer?”
“No.  I knew that he couldn’t heal me, and I think he knows it, too.  Besides, it would be an empty victory, as I still wouldn’t have been able to confess to you.  Love is more important than life.”
“I see.  Well, I’ll always remember you when I’m doing my research.  After all, you’ve given me every reason to continue training to become a medical researcher.” Eliza said, kissing Rachael gently on the lips before walking out with a shy smile on her face.

After Eliza left, Sebastian reentered the room and bowed to Rachael, who smiled politely at the demon.  She sighed, and thanked him, sitting down on her bed.
“I know why you’re here.  You’re going to take my soul, now.  Thank you for granting my wish.”
“Yes.  I have granted your wish, and now, your completed soul belongs to me.  That is the way it works.  However, as your servant, though only for a few more minutes, I must ask if you have any final requests.”
“Only that you thank Eliza for being so kind to me.  I hope that she makes an excellent medical researcher.”
“I shall do that.  Is there anything else?”
“D-does it hurt? Having one’s soul taken?”
“I will try to make it as painless as possible…”
“Thank you.”
“I do not deserve your thanks.  Please remain still, Milady, for I do not wish to cause you any discomfort…” Sebastian said, leaning over, and drawing in breath as his lips touched hers, and took her soul.
To describe the taste of a soul to a human would be like trying to describe the feeling of sex to a virgin.  It is nigh impossible to do.  But her soul tasted of sweetness and innocence.  He could taste her shy personality, and her pure maiden’s heart.  He tasted the love that she felt toward Eliza, and the fear that she felt both over dying, and of being discovered as a lesbian.  To say it tasted good would be a slight misnomer, but it was satisfying, and neither did it taste bad, as some of the souls that he had devoured had.  He had tasted some of the foulest souls in existence, those of degenerate, vile humans, and he had tasted souls that gave him the greatest of senses of ecstasy, greater than the most potent sex, better than the strongest drug, souls that sent his mind spinning into virtual Nirvana for the few minutes that it took to flow through him.  This soul was neither…  It was not the best or the worst…  But it may have truly been the most innocent soul he had ever devoured, and for that, he felt no pride in stealing away such a naïve, innocent soul.  However, it was his job, and his duty after having completed her wish, and truth be told, he had been starving for a soul, not having had one in over fifty years since the contract that he fulfilled before Ciel’s.  He felt the sustenance and the power that came of devouring a soul, and reveled in it.  Then, he left before he was discovered, left to return to the demonic master that he would serve for eternity, the one that he loved and resented with almost equal vigor.
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Chapter Three: His Butler: A Matchmaker

So beautiful, so elegant…  His flowing red hair, that crimson coat that he wears over his formal attire…  Carrying his chainsaw death scythe, so dangerous, so powerful, the razor sharp teeth of his weapon matching the pearly white ones in his mouth in sharpness and beauty… Like a god amongst men…  Who is that man? I must know his name…  I would do anything to meet him, just to talk to him…  But…  None of my fellow classmates know who he is…  That’s why…  I must talk to Mr. Spears…  But he’s kind of scary…  Why does he glare at us so? Does he see some fault in us through those experienced eyes of his?
“Miss Aldershof…  You’ve been standing there for the past ten minutes…” Came a voice from behind her.  Rael jumped and turned around to see the jovial face of Ronald Knox come into view, only to have it go immediately out of focus as she fell over, and her training glasses were thrust from her nose and clattered on the floor.
“You’d do better, Miss Aldershof, to have a cord on them so that they don’t fall off so easily.” Ron said, picking them up and handing them back to her.
“Thank you, Mr. Knox.  I’m blind as a bat without my glasses… Oh, no! Where did Mr. Spears go!!?” She cried in despair, fearing that she may never find out the name of that man.
“Will? He’s just over there…” Ronald said, raising an eyebrow.  “Don’t worry so much about talking to him.  He only looks scary.  He’s actually a pretty decent guy…”

“…  A-and so, Mr. Spears, I wanted to know the name of a certain Shinigami…” She said nervously.  Will looked down at her from over his glasses.  She was certainly an oddity among Shinigami.  A woman who had been born with yellow-green eyes and terrible eyesight that was the trademark sign of a Shinigami to be.  The genetic trait was usually random, except in a few families that were old beyond measure, families that could trace their lineage back to long before the time when Augustus Rhodes reaped Jesus’ soul.  In these three families, almost every male was born with the ability to become a Shinigami.  Women were certainly born into those families, and were raised every bit as nobly as the men.  However, there was only a 1 in 1.000.000. chance that one would be born with Shinigami potential.  Thus, for one such as Rael to be born to a non-noble family, the Shinigami Gene a completely random chance in her was about 1 in 10.000.000, and had not happened in over 800 years.
“Could you describe the Shinigami in question, Miss Aldershof?” Will asked patiently.  Rael blushed.  She was surprised that he knew who she was.
“W-well…  He’s extremely handsome…  H-has the most amazing long red hair ever, and sharp eyes that seem like they could cut right through you…  And a chainsaw to match…  His red…”
Grell!? Grell Sutcliff!? He’s the one this girl is trying to talk to!? What the hell!? I would rather bow down to a demon than subject this poor girl to such torture!! But what can I do? Surely she’d find out on her own that he’s a complete moron! But would she drop out of Shinigami Academy in horror at what a Shinigami can be!? She’s got top grades in the academy, in academics, and fighting!  Shit!
“From your description, miss, I think you’re talking about Grell Sutcliff…” Came a friendly voice from behind Will.  He smirked at Will.  Although he didn’t really like Grell much, he didn’t show the open loathing that Will felt towards the man.  And so, he watched with a smile as Rael scribbled Grell’s name in two places on her letter, and requested that it be given to him.

“Grell!!” Came Will’s sharp and demanding voice.  Grell snapped around to attention.  When he saw that it was Will, though, a blush made its way across his features, and he sidled up to the man, flirting with him as he always did.
“Oh, my, Will! Have you finally sought me out for a repeat of that night in the snow all those years ago? It was such a fabulous day that I will never forge… GAHH! So dangerous.” Grell cried, his nose bleeding even as he retreated hastily from Will’s death scythe.
“Here…! It’s from an academy student addressed to you, Grell! I know how much you hate kids, but you’d better play nice! This one is a top student, and doesn’t need you dashing their hopes to pieces!” Will snapped, deliberately not saying ‘her’.
“Let’s see…” Grell muttered under his breath, slitting the envelope with his fingernail, and opening the letter.
“Dear Mr. Sutcliff,
I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time, but have never had the courage to openly approach you.  Your noble bearing and natural flair have long dazzled me, and I wish to talk to you in person.  I know it’s short notice, but would you please meet me at the Sanguine Street Café tomorrow, Saturday, June 14th at noon.  You needn’t respond.  I have already requested that Mr. Spears return the message for you.  Thank you in advance.”
“It isn’t signed…” Grell said quietly.  “Who is this student? They have excellent writing form, and beautiful handwriting…  It’s almost as if…” Grell said, not finishing.  He narrowed his eyes at Will, and the Grell from the early academy days was briefly back, his disdain for others apparent on his face.
“So, will you meet them?”
“It would be the height of insult not to.  Tell them that I’ll be there…” Grell said dismissively, sighing and walking on.  He honestly couldn’t stand kids, but this one seemed to know what they were talking about, or at least, he was flattered by the attention.  The last time he had gotten a love letter had been in the Academy.  One of the trainee girls in Human Resources had sent him one…
Sadly, I messed that one up pretty badly, and sent her home crying…  Perhaps I will be able to not make this one cry…  It’s unusual to see a boy so openly attracted to another man, though, and with such feminine writing and style…  I should be deeply interested to meet this boy.

And so, at 11:55, Grell sat at the café, waiting for his mystery admirer to come.  He had been sitting for at least five minutes.  He was an impatient person, and had assumed that the boy would have gotten there early to make sure that he didn’t miss him.  However, it was seemly to arrive “fashionably late”.  Perhaps in the next five minutes…
With that thought, Grell ordered black coffee and sipped on it while he waited, checking his watch every so often.  It was noon…  Then 12:05…  Then 12:15.  Then, finally, he heard a panting sound approaching the table, and an out of breath person talking to the waitress, who pointed at him.  Upon seeing the student, Grell’s eyes widened.  It was a girl? There was a girl in the Shinigami Academy!? But that so rarely happened happened.  It wasn’t that girls weren’t allowed.  It was simply so rare for female Shinigami to be born, as stated before.  She gasped as she bowed politely to Grell, and stood there.
“Well? Sit down…” Grell said impatiently, and just a little bit suspiciously.  Was this a joke of some kind? Did some of his friends pull a practical joke on him? Will would never have such a sense of humor, but he could think of more than a few others who might get a kick out of this.  But then, she spoke.
“Th-thank you very much, Mr. Sutcliff!” She said rather hectically.  In her attempt to be polite, though, her glasses slid right off her face.  Grell watched in minor interest as she cursed under her breath and fell to her knees, feeling around for her glasses.
“Hey…  Miss…” Grell said, holding the glasses up and handing them to her.  She smiled nervously and put them back on her face and sat down once more.
“My name is Rael Aldershof! Year 3, class 1, student at the Shinigami Academy!” She rambled off.  “My zodiac symbol is Capricorn, my birthday is December 23rd, I’m 100 years old, but everyone says I look younger…  I was born in District 6 of the Bucol region… And…”
“Hold on…  You don’t have to tell me your life story…” Grell said, remembering what Will had told him…  Be nice, he had said.  Maybe if he did this right, he could spend time with Will later.
“However…” Grell said hesitantly, for fear of offending her, “It would be nice to know what made you take an interest in me?” He said, raising his eyebrow.  She was so much younger than he was.  He didn’t often tell people his age, although he wasn’t exactly embarrassed about it, only being 230 years old, but saying how old she was right off the bat made it seem as though she had no idea what she was supposed to say.  Actually, he wasn’t much better off.  He didn’t really know what he was supposed to say, either.
“Oh!! I knew as soon as I saw you that you were special, Mr. Sutcliffe! You were so distinctly unique and stood out from the rest of the Shinigami.  Your red coat contrasted so sharply with their dull black and white and your chainsaw so dramatically with their cold, archaic weapons! I heard the way you talked, saw the poise with which you presented yourself…  Completely unafraid to be who you are, seeking the company of men and women alike!”
Mm…  She must’ve seen me with Ronald Knox while he was flirting with some of the secretaries and mistaken me for being in on it…
“I want to know everything about you! Your astrological sign, your favorite thing to do, your likes and dislikes… Your…”
“Whoa! Hold on! I can’t tell you all that in one sitting.  How about this?” Grell said, gritting his teeth.  He had hoped to invite Will or someone like that to this event, but unfortunately, things didn’t seem to be steering in that direction.  “I’ve got two tickets to see Der Freischutz tomorrow at 8:00 in London…  Perhaps you would come with me? We can talk more on the way to the opera house.”
“R-really!? Does that mean that you’ll…”
“No…” Grell said bluntly, and at this, Rael looked crushed.  “It doesn’t mean anything one way or the other.  However, it would be rude of me to have accepted your lunch invitation and not even try to get to know you at all.  Tell me, do you have a nice dress that you can wear to the opera…  This isn’t the kind of event you can go to wearing street clothes…”
“N-no…  I-I came from a pretty poor family, so I only have a few outfits and my uniform…”
“That’s alright.  I think I know a solution, if the superiors will permit me to bring a student into the human world.  It’s normally forbidden, but I have a friend who might be able to call in a favor with the ladies in Human Resources…

And thus, Grell found himself standing before the Phantomhive Estate.  How the hell was he going to explain to Sebastian that he had brought (to all appearances, anyhow) a girl not much older than Ciel over? Nonetheless, he took Rael’s hand and took her up to the front door, where she marveled at the size of the estate.  It was a pitch black butler who answered, as handsome as Grell, but with a completely different air about him, one of quiet, understated efficiency, rather than shocking artistic eccentricity.
“Welcome to the Phantomhive Estate…  My master has only recently returned, but I pray you’d be kind enough to wait for a few…  Grell Sutcliff?” Sebastian asked, drawing a few knives from inside his sleeve, in anticipation of the fight he was expecting.  However, the chainsaw didn’t come out, and indeed, didn’t even seem to be there.
“No need for alarm.  I’ve brought… a friend over.  I was hoping your Young Master could do us a favor.  I’m taking her to see Der Freischutz at the London Opera House tomorrow, you see, Sebastian, however, she comes from a poor family, and hasn’t got any clothes to wear that would be appropriate…”
“You’re… bringing a date to the opera that’s female and not even half your age?” Sebastian said paying no mind to the deep blush that was appearing on Rael’s face.
“Sebastian!!” Came a demanding voice from the stairs.  Rael looked up and saw a boy with slate colored hair and crystal clear blue eyes, although they seemed to flash red when he called his butler’s name.
“Yes, Young Master.  I do apologize if I’ve woken you… However…”
“Why are there Shinigami in my house?”
“Ciel…” Grell said, showing an uncommon level of humility.  “I merely came here because you were the only person I could think of who might be able to obtain clothes for a girl of this size on such short notice.  I’m taking her to see Der Freischutz at the London Opera House tomorrow, and she hasn’t got anything decent to wear.”
“I see…” Ciel said, approaching Rael and looking at her, comparing their height, and seeing that there wasn’t much difference in height or size in general.
“I have a few dresses on hand that might approximately fit you.  I have no use for them anymore.  Please feel free to take whichever one you like.  Sebastian! Get the dresses that I have upstairs!”
“Yes, My Lord…” Sebastian said, and even as he stared suspiciously at Grell, he walked upstairs and turned to the left.
“Please come into the sitting room.  We’ve just made tea…” Ciel said, bowing and leading the two into the other room.  Rael hadn’t said a word that entire time, but she couldn’t believe how big one person’s house was.
“Um…  M-Master Ciel? D-do you and your butler live alone here? O-or do you live with your mother and father? Any brothers and sisters?”
“No.  My mother, my father, even the family dog, was all murdered years ago.” Ciel said sharply.  Rael blanched at this, and fell back slightly.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.  I-I didn’t mean to bring up…”
“Don’t call me sir, and don’t feel sorry for me.  I’ve already obtained my revenge.  Ironically, I’m still here to tell of it.” Ciel said with an ironic and grim smile.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a girl with curly blonde hair stormed through it, ran up to Ciel and hugged him tightly.
“Ciel!!!!!!” Lizzie cried brightly, kissing Ciel on the cheek.  Ciel gently pushed her off of him and indicated that she should sit.
“Hey!” Lizzie said, when she saw Rael sitting across from Ciel next to Grell and drinking tea.
“Who the hell is this!? She looks like a real ragamuffin!” Lizzie said insensitively, making Rael pull away from the rather blunt, though beautiful girl in embarrassment.  “Is there something you haven’t been telling me, Ciel!?” Lizzie huffed, putting her hands on her hips and glaring between Ciel and Rael.  Seeing this girl, Rael blushed slightly.  She was so gorgeous.  Her blonde hair and sparkling green eyes made Rael feel terribly out of place with her drab burgundy dress and rather plain hair.  She wondered how any normal person was able to stand even being in the same room with one of these beautiful people.
“Of course not!” Ciel replied angrily, and at this, Rael was sure that his eyes glowed fluorescent pink, even as a flush rose in his cheeks.
“Lizzie, I’d like to introduce you to Grell Sutcliff.  He’s the owner of several orphanages.  This is Rael.  She’s an orphan at one of the orphanages he is in charge of, and they’ve requested some financial support from the Funtom Company, so I asked if they would bring over one of the orphans so that I could talk to them.  I want to make sure, of course, that the orphans are being treated properly, as I would never financially back an organization that would abuse its children.” Ciel said, smiling at Lizzie.  Rael could see that although Ciel had a cold exterior, he was a good hearted person, and that his lie to this Elizabeth girl was to avoid unnecessarily complex explanations.
“Oh! Of course! How silly of me! Please excuse my rudeness, Rael-chan! My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, but I prefer that people call me Lizzie! I’m Ciel’s fiancée!”
“H-his fiancée!?” Rael gasped.  “B-but you can’t possibly be any older than 100 years! Too young even to be considered an adult, let alone married!”
“100!! How rude!! I’m 15! 15!! Well…  I-I guess if Ciel is a demon, now…  It would make sense that I should be older than I look, and…”
“Rael!” Grell whispered.  “Humans age much faster than Shinigami! They reach adulthood at 15, and rarely live past 70! It’s actually remarkable that Lady Midford even knows Ciel is a demon.”
“Th-they do!? Then that means that Sebastian…”
“Is different than the rest of these people! He’s a demon, and so is Ciel.  I’m not supposed to know, but I found out through some private investigation.  Sebastian is over 4.000 years old, and Ciel is just recently turned into a demon through an ironic twist of fate…”
“Ah! I-I am very sorry, Master Phantomhive, Miss Midford! Please forgive my rudeness!” She said formally, standing and bowing in apology, but dropping her glasses again.  Grell was prepared this time, though, and caught them in his gloved hand and slipped them back on her face.
I swear, this girl is clumsier than I pretended to be when I was playing a butler…  How she makes such good grades, I haven’t a clue…
“Please don’t worry about it! I was pretty shocked when I found out that Ciel was a demon, so I can sort of understand your confusion” Lizzie said cheerfully, but then she looked at Rael with concern…  “Why would you think I was 100 years old? I don’t look that old, do I? Are you demons like Ciel”
“Um…” Rael didn’t have an answer for that.
“They’re…” Ciel began.  He didn’t know what to say, though.  For once, even Ciel was at a loss for words.
“They’re the survivors of mad scientists who were researching immortality potions, and testing them on the children.  This girl may not look it, but she’s 100 years old.  She’s been stuck in the body of a child for that long, Milady…” Sebastian said, appearing behind Ciel with a cheerful smile.  Ciel slapped his forehead.
Even Lizzie wouldn’t believe that!! He groaned.
“Oh!! Oh, Rael, I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories!!”
How stupid is this girl!? Grell thought to himself.
“Indeed.  It has been much envied since the days of early China.  Emperors and peasants alike lusted after this selfsame goal…”
“You heard the story, then?” Ciel asked.  He had long ago learned never to be surprised by Lau’s rather inopportune entrances.
“Heard what? What are we talking about?”
“Are you fucking retarded!? You were just…” Grell shouted, glaring at Lau, quite forgetting that he was in the presence of children, and supposed to be a benevolent orphanage owner.
“Calm down, Grell.  He’s always like this.  He’s just playing along.  He’s actually an idiot whose brain has been fried by all the opium he smokes…” Ciel said dully.  Rael looked up and then back at Lau, and then at Ran Mao.
Such amazingly good looking people that surround Mr. Sutcliff.  And I’m so plain and boring…  I wonder why he even bothered bringing me along… I see why nobody around them feels out of place.  Are all humans this lovely? Rael wondered vaguely, a miserable look appearing on her face.
“Rael…  What’s wrong?” Lizzie asked, looking over and seeing Rael looking like she was about to cry.  Ciel and the others looked up and saw that indeed, Rael did look rather miserable.
“Oh!! I-it’s nothing!! I-I just…  Was amazed.  You people have all been really nice to me, and I wonder how I’m supposed to thank you.  Y-you obviously already have everything you could want…  So…”
Ciel stopped her, though, and whispered something to her.  While he did this, he was actually smiling, which, apart from looking slightly strange on the extremely serious boy’s face, was actually rather pleasing to the eye.  “Just enjoy your date with Grell.  Try not to let his eccentricities bother you too much…” Upon feeling his breath on her cheek, Rael shivered.  He was so handsome, and seeing him up this close was almost too much.  She had lived most of her life among the ordinary folk, so to have so many beautiful people surrounding her was overwhelming at best.
“Well, let’s go try on that dress, and see how it fits you, eh?” Grell said.  “Miss Midford, I feel I’m not the right person to help Rael put on a dress.  Perhaps you could help her?”
“Of course!!” Lizzie said brightly, grabbing Rael’s wrist and pulling her out of the room and into a private changing room, where she forcibly stripped off her street clothes, and brought a corset around.  Rael tried desperately to cover herself from Lizzie’s prying eyes, all the while, reminding herself that they were both women, and thus, it wasn’t an issue.
“W-w-w-what’s that thing!?” Rael asked, shrinking away from the corset.  She had never seen one before, but it looked excruciatingly painful.
“Thing? This is a corset.  Ladies wear them under their dresses to improve posture and to make them slimmer.”
“Hey!! Are you saying I’m fat!?” Rael asked angrily.  Lizzie merely laughed at this, though.  “Ahaha! No, not at all.  Even Ciel wore a corset when he was impersonating a girl, though.  It’s just good form.  Now hold still!!” Lizzie ordered, fitting the corset onto Rael and pulling tightly, causing Rael to gasp for air.
“Tighter! Tighter! Tighter!! My mother was always much better at this!! She can even tie her own corset as tight as you please!” Lizzie said enthusiastically.
“M-My organs!! My organs are gonna burst!!” Rael gasped desperately.  Lizzy put a single finger to her lip.
“It’s never happened before that I’m aware of.  I’ve worn them as long as I can remember, too…”
“That you’re aware!! What does that mean!?” Rael shouted angrily as Lizzie tied off the corset and put the underwear on over that, and the dress on over them.
“Let’s see.  Hm…  What are we going to do with your hair?”
“My hair? My hair looks fine as is!”
“Rael! You can’t go to an opera with hair like that! It’s uncouth…  Let’s see…  Sebastian always does Ciel’s hair.  How different can yours possibly be? SEBASTIAN!!!” She yelled.  Less than a minute later, Sebastian appeared and knocked on the door.
“Sebastian, do you think you could give Rael’s hair a touch up?”
“Of course, milady…  As you wish…” Sebastian said politely.  “Miss Midford, I wouldn’t presume to tell you what to do, but would you mind allowing me to work alone with her.  I promise when she comes out, she’ll look as good as new.” Sebastian said, bowing to Lizzie with a smile.
It was almost a little irritating to have these two talking about her right in her presence as though she wasn’t even there.  But then, Lizzie left, and shut the door, Sebastian put Rael in a seat and bent down to inspect her hair.
“Let’s see.  It’s been a while since I’ve done this I’m afraid.  I do so hate to be rude, but would you mind if I removed my gloves?”
“N-not at all…  M-Mr. Sutcliff told me that you and Master Ciel are demons?”
“That is correct, Miss Aldershof.  Do not worry.  Contrary to popular belief, I do not eat human flesh, and I do not eat Shinigami, either, although I am quite partial to the taste of souls, which is why your kind and mine are such bitter enemies.  I am sure that your superior, Mr. Spears, would be quite angry if he knew we were consorting.”
He’s so polite and formal! Such a perfect butler…
“How old are you, Sebastian?”
“Hmm…  I have not been asked that question in ages.  About 4.000 years.  However, I am only middle aged compared to some demons.  There are some out there that have existed since before humans as we know them walked the earth, since before the Earth existed.  In fact, I met one only half a year ago, maybe.”
“Really? That’s amazing!” Rael said brightly, as Sebastian clipped away a piece of her hair, then another, and another, until finally, he was done, and handed Rael a mirror.
“Oh my God! I look completely different!!” Rael said, seeing that her hair was now gleaming instead of its previous dull sandy brown, and pulled back into an elaborate plait held together with pins, and other fancy accessories.
“Thank you so much, Sebastian…”
“It was my pleasure, Miss Aldershof.  I do hope that you enjoy the opera.”
“D-do I owe you anything f-for all this? I-I’m sure the pieces of metal in my hair alone cost a fortune…  Please send me the bill for this later…”
“Miss Aldershof…” Sebastian said, bowing politely to her.  “You are my young master’s guest right now.  Besides…” He added on a more teasing note.  “With what money were you planning to pay us?”

And so, Grell stepped out of the carriage and took Rael’s hand a moment later.  When she stepped out, she looked completely different, her hair sleek, clean and well done up, her clothing perfectly done, and looking just like any other high society woman.
“Now, Rael, we have balcony seats.  I managed to get a favor from a noble who knows a few people down in the human world, and he got me these tickets.  You’ll need these binoculars.”
“I do? But they don’t work…”  They’re just flat glass…”
“It’s part of the outfit.  Use your Shinigami zoom to see the stage properly.”
“But I haven’t learned how to do that yet…”
“O-oh, of course…  It’s simple.  Just focus on the stage and imagine every detail that you can imagine that they would have were you to be able to look closer.  Practice now.  Zoom in on that window over there and tell me what you see.” Grell said.  Rael squinted her eyes and fiddled with her glasses, pretending that she could see through it.  Her vision slid and moved around a bit, but ultimately stayed put.
“I can’t.”
“Okay.  That’s an office window.  Try again.  Imagine what would be in an office.  It doesn’t matter if you’re right or not.  It’s the image that matters.”
Rael tried again, and this time, she zoomed in, and saw that there was a man who was working at his desk, by candlelight and writing in a book.
“There’s a man in there.  He’s going to miss the show, so he’s hurrying as fast as he can…”
“Y-you read his mind, too?” Grell asked, impressed.  Usually, students didn’t learn that kind of thing.  It was reserved for more advanced Shinigami who needed to learn more about their target before they reaped them.
“N-no.  More like, his feelings.  He was in a rush, and panicked…”
“I see.  Wow.  No wonder they call you a prodigy.  You might even show up old Undertaker one day.”
“I’m honored that you would say that, Mr. Sutcliff…” Rael said, bowing clumsily, but holding onto her glasses this time.”
“Ehehehehehehe!” Came a voice from across the way, and Grell and Rael looked up to see the grinning countenance of Undertaker, who had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, uncovering his face, which was extraordinarily beautiful, despite the scar that bisected it right across the man’s nose.  Tonight, he was wearing glasses, oval shaped spectacles that hung halfway down his nose and made his eyes seem distorted.
“Ehehehehehe! Grell Sutcliff taking a girl out on a date…  Such an amusing prospect for such a disagreeable fellow…”
Rael turned bright red at Undertaker’s comment, and Grell scowled.  “Are you also here to see the play, Undertaker?”
“Yes.  I’ve taken the night off, you see…  Tragedies are my favorite type of production…”
“I would’ve thought you liked comedies.”
“But tragedies are comedies for me… Ehehehehehehe…” Undertaker said gleefully, rubbing his hands together.  He then muttered under his breath that he must make sure not to laugh.
“Ugghh! Rael, pay him no mind.  He’s mad.  Let’s go…”
“Yes, Mr. Sutcliff…” Rael said quickly, scurrying along after Grell.  Behind them, Undertaker was laughing even harder than ever…
“Such fine laughter!! The world would definitely be worse off without those two…  Gehehehehehe!!!”
When they were finally inside, and seated up in the highest seats in the house, Grell sat down, and grinned.  It had been ages since he had been able to escape to see an opera, although he had never gone with a companion before.  He looked over, and found to his dismay that Rael seemed less than thrilled.
“Is something wrong, Rael?” Grell asked, looking around to see the source of her discontent.
“I-I…  I’m just slightly unnerved by heights…” She said nervously, as the lights dimmed, and the opera performers came out on stage.
Grell sighed in contentment as the opera began, and zoomed in on the stage, admiring the skill with which the costumes were made, and with which they sang.  Occasionally, he looked over at Rael, who looked entranced, following every word as easily as he was.  Did she know German? Grell himself was only passable in the language, and so, although he had seen the opera enough times to know what was going on, he couldn't understand every word.  Rael, however, was singing along under her breath with the opera, as though she knew the music by heart.  She had said that she had never seen the opera before.  However, she may have been familiar with the music.  Grell was amazed to see that now, she was even singing along with the opera with perfect timing and speech, albeit, under her breath.  She was truly a prodigy of rare talent.  She watched the opera through the binoculars, though Grell knew that she didn’t need them, as she was already talented enough to use zoom vision, and she was whispering along with the opera, seeming to enjoy every moment of it.
Finally, intermission came, and Grell and Rael walked out to the lobby to get some snacks.
“What would you like to eat? Don’t get a lot, because you’re not allowed to bring food into the theater…” Grell said.
“What? Why not?”
‘”Because they don’t want people spilling drinks, and getting crumbs on the carpet, which would attract rats.” Grell said.  “So choose something small.  I have money, so don’t worry about that.”
“N-no, I-I couldn’t ask you to pay for my food…”
“Don’t worry.  Besides, what money do you have to pay for it?” Grell asked, watching as Rael hesitantly picked a Funtom chocolate bar.  He then paid for it, and another bar for himself.  He had always been fond of chocolate.  He would eat it all day if he wasn’t worried about what it would do to his body.
“Hurry and eat.  You don’t want to be caught downstairs when the opera starts back up.  Wait…  I saw you singing along in perfect time with the actors.  You’ve never seen Der Freischutz, have you?”
“Well, no…  But I’ve listened to all the songs.  They’re beautiful, and I learned German back when I was young, mostly just so I’d have something to do.  Hn…  Who makes these Funtom bars…  They’re really good…”
“What? You’ve already met the owner of the Funtom company.  Ciel Phantomhive is the owner, though chocolate isn’t the only thing they make.  They are a major producer of toys and other things for children…”
“Master Phantomhive is? But he seemed like such a taciturn young man…  I can’t really see him making toys and sweets…”
“Well…  Honestly, I don’t see it, either, but I think perhaps the company was passed down from his father…  Oops! Time to go back up.  Finish up your candy, and drink this…”
“W-what! I’m too young to drink! You know that, Mr. Sutcliffe…”
“It’s Grell! Grell! Fine…  I’ll drink it…” Grell said, grabbing Rael’s hand, drinking the wine quickly, and running back up the stairs and settling into his balcony seat just as the curtains rose again.  Rael gasped in joy, and focused in again, taking the last bite of her chocolate, and concentrating completely on the show.

All too soon for Rael, the curtains closed, and the audience rose to applaud the opera singers.  The troupe came back on stage for one last bow, and Rael and Grell left quickly before the rest of the audience, as Grell knew that they needed to get back to their own world.  He would worry about returning the dress later.  

“Let’s see…  It should be right… About…  Here!” Grell said, pulling out his chainsaw and ripping open a passage to the other side.  Rael stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed Grell on the cheek nervously.
“Thank you, Mr. Sutcliff.  I had a great time tonight…  But…  I-I just wondered…  I know I’m not nearly so beautiful as all your other friends, but…  M-maybe…  M-maybe…  N-never mind!” Rael muttered nervously.  Grell shook his head, though.
“No, no.  You aren’t getting out of it that easily.  What did you want to ask me?” Grell asked, already having a feeling that he knew.
“Um…  W-would you…  Perhaps be willing to go out with me? I-I know it’s audacious of me to ask that, but….”
“Hold it.  While I’m flattered that you think so much of me, I couldn’t possibly accept.  First of all, Will would personally have me castrated if I did.  Second…  You’re just a child…”
“I-I am not a child!! I’m a hundred years old! I’m a young lady already!” Rael said, flushing slightly.
“Yeah? Well, when you come of age, if you still feel like asking me, I’ll consider it then.  For now, you should concentrate on your education.” Upon saying this, Grell knelt down, and put a hand on Rael’s shoulder.
“Rael…  You’re a brilliant girl…  Don’t argue with me.  You are.  You should know full well that until you graduate, you haven’t got time to be distracted by things like romance.  I promise you that I will be first in line at your graduation and glasses presentation ceremony.  Until then, I’ll be glad to help you study on the weekends…  Although, for a girl as bright as yourself, I’m not sure what I could possibly teach you…”
“That’s not true, Mr. Sutcliff! You’re a great Shinigami! I’m sure that I have much to learn still from you…”
“Well, regardless, go ahead through the portal.  If we’re late, I’ll end up being reprimanded…”
“Rael smiled at Grell, and walked through the portal and Grell quickly followed her.  He knew that Will would be sure to interrogate him about how the date went.  Will seemed to have a fondness for Rael, and though Grell was slightly jealous, he couldn’t say he blamed him.  She was quite pretty, and beyond that, she was likely one of the most intelligent people Grell had ever met, apart from Sebastian, perhaps, though Sebastian had the benefit of 4000 years of existence.  
Grell sighed, then turned to Rael, and smiled at her, before walking her back to her dorm room, and  bowing to her before walking off.

“Rael! Who was that man that just dropped you off? He was so handsome!!” Rael’s roommate gushed.  Rael blushed slightly, and nodded.
“M-Mr. Sutcliff.  H-he was kind enough to spend his day with me.  He brought me to a young man named Master Phantomhive, got me a dress, and something called a corset, and then Mr. Sutcliff brought me to see Der Freischutz…  I-it was the most amazing evening I’ve had in decades…” Rael whispered, almost in tears, now, sure that she was about to wake up and find that it had all been a dream.  That she had not yet even seen Grell, and that she would go to see him in a few hours only for him to reject her brutally and send her away heartbroken.
“That was the man you’ve been going on about for a year and a half, now!? You told me he was good looking, but you never told me he was…  That amazing!” She continued.
“T-tell me, Bianca…  A-am I…  A-awake right now?” Rael asked, now crying in earnest.  She had just had the best day of her life, so they were partly tears of joy, and elation.  But she was also terrified of what the next few minutes might bring.  Was she dreaming?”
“W-wha? Of course you’re awake! Why are you crying? If I had just gone on a date with a man as beautiful as him, I would be ecstatic…  Even if he did consider something as dull as going to a German opera a proper date…”
“Hey!! Der Freischutz is a great opera!! I love every song in it, and they performed it brilliantly!! I-I’ve never actually been to the opera before…  Mr. Sutcliff was so kind to bring me…  I’m sure he could have chosen from a long list of women to take, a-and he brought me instead…  That’s why..  Take this needle and stab me with it as hard as you can, Bianca!” Rael snapped, thrusting a needle into Bianca’s hand.  The girl gasped, and shook her head.  She had no intention of harming Rael, even if it was what she asked for.
“Yes! You have to! I have to know if this is for real.  If it was a dream, of course you would tell me it was real…”
“Fine…  But only if you let me kiss you…  And I mean a real kiss!” Bianca said.  Rael blushed at this.  She knew her roommate was a lesbian, and it wasn’t that it bothered her.  She had made it clear when Bianca first brought it up that she wasn’t gay, and had no interest in a relationship…  And Bianca had encouraged her all along to go after Grell.  Bianca wasn’t actually in the Shinigami Academy.  After all, there were so few females that even could become Shinigami that those that could were almost always put in a dorm room with a girl who was training to be a secretary.
“A-alright…” Rael said, blushing heavily.  “But I s-stand by what I said that time…  I won’t go any further than that with you…”
“I know…  It’s just so hard to find good women who are as understanding as you these days…”
“Fine…  Now stick me…” Rael said forcefully.  Bianca sighed, took a deep breath, and thrust the needle forward, sticking Rael in the arm.  Rael yelped in pain, and she rubbed her arm, licking the spot that had been stuck, cleaning some blood off.
“Good…  I-I wasn’t dreaming…  Th-that was the best day of my life…  I-I was so amazed that he did so much for me…  Now, come here, and let’s get it over with…” Rael said nervously.  Bianca shook her head, though.
“Nah…  I just wanted to see how much you really wanted me to stick you.  Save your first kiss for Grell…  You aren’t already going out with him, are you?” Bianca asked.
“No…  He said that he’d come to my graduation and glasses presentation ceremony, and that once I came of age, he’d consider going out with me.  I’m not really expecting very much.  I saw the people by whom Mr. Sutcliff is surrounded.  Master Phantomhive, Lady Midford, Mr. Michaelis, Lau and Ran Mao, Mr. Undertaker…  They’re all so beautiful…  Even his servants have an air of nobility and refinement about them.  I couldn’t possibly compare…”
“Now, see…  If you keep telling yourself that, there’s no way you’ll ever win his heart…  You’re very pretty, and as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been very refined and proper…  If the servants can even pull it off, you certainly can.  Rael…  Listen to me.  You have everything you need to win Grell over…  Well, except maybe that I kind of suspect he may be gay…” Bianca said.  She hadn’t originally wanted to tell Rael this.  But now seemed as good a time as any.
“I-I know he takes interest in both men and women, but…”
“You’ve never seen him hitting on Mr. Spears, have you?” Bianca asked with a giggle.
“’Fraid not.  I did my best to stay away from him.  I always lose my cool when in his presence.  You know that…”
“I know that.  But I think you may want to consider another man…  Or maybe you should even consider lesing it up.  It’s not so bad…  I promise…”
Rael merely smiled, and giggled at this.  Bianca had never really come on to her before.  It was a little bit cute.  Rael leaned over, and kissed Bianca on the cheek.  It wasn’t quite the ‘real kiss’ that Bianca had hoped for, but…  It was better than nothing.
“I’ll have to pass, Bianca.  As I told you, I have no problem sharing a dorm with you…  But I won’t ‘les it up with you’ as you say.”
“Eh…  Your loss…  Anyway, goodnight, Rael-chan…  I wish you the best of luck with Grell.” Secretly, Bianca was thinking that Rael was going to need all the luck she could get.

Admittedly, this is not in my own voice, but that of my OC, Erich Zann III

Character-Interview 


The ONLY Rule: The owner MUST answer these questions in character.

1.) What is your name?
Erich Zann III, at your service


2.) Do you know why you were named that?
I was named after my father, and he after his father.  Truth be told, I cannot stand either of them

3.) Are you single or taken?
I am married to my beloved Saki Yoshino-chan.

4.) Have any abilities or powers?
More than I care to mention, to be honest.  My primary abilities from when I was human was mind control, aura detection, telepathy, psychometry, and psychic empathy

5.) Stop being a Mary-Sue!
I apologize for my Mary-Sue-like tendencies, though I do not feel that I am personally a very likeable, or friendly person, so perhaps I am not as much of a Mary Sue as previously believed

6.) What's your eye color?
Heterochromatic, or rather, they are multiple colors.  One eye is bisected horizontally with green on the bottom and amber on the top, and the other is orange with red veins radiating from the iris.  I was born with violet eyes, though.  I changed my eye color dramatically to appear as different as I could from my former appearance, though.  It is frankly a long story

7.) How about hair color?
Black

8.) Have you any family members?
I have many family members, but I consider my true family to be my friends, and perhaps my younger cousin, Lillian.


9.) Oh? How about pets?
None, sir.

10.) That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
Something I do not like? Does my grandfather count as a thing? If not, I have never been a fan of meat.

11.) Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
Many, though my best known activity is playing the violin, reading, and practicing new martial art styles.


12.) Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
Sadly, I suspect that I have hurt more people than I could possibly count in my regrettably long history.

13.) Ever...killed anyone before?
Again, sadly I have killed more people than I care to mention

14.) What kind of animal are you?
I would have to say a cat.

15.) Name your worst habits?
You do not wish to know my worst habit.  My second worst habit is that I am generally unappreciative of what I have and tend to take it for granted.

16.) Do you look up to anyone at all?
I look up to my beloved Saki-chan.

17.) Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
I am straight as an arrow.

18.) Do you go to school?
No.

19.) Ever wanna marry and have kids one day?
I am already married

20.) Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
I used to have a fangirl in my younger cousin, though she has moved on to someone far more admirable and worthy of her respect

21.) What are you most afraid of?
Losing control of my curse

22.) Okay... What do you usually wear?
If I had my choice, I would always wear a suit and tie.  I feel that it is necessary to present oneself well.

23.) What's one food that tempts you?
People.

24.) Am I annoying you?
You are not 

25.) Well, it's still not over!
That is okay.  I have all the time in the world.

26.) What class are you? Low class, middle class, high class?
I would classify myself as upper class, though I am often made fun of for that.

27.) How many friends do you have?
More than I could ever have deserved

28.) What are your thoughts on pie?
I, as a Vampire am not a big eater, though I confess that due to modifications of my Blood, I am capable of eating.  I simply prefer not to.

29.) Favorite drink?
Given my answer to the last question, I feel I need to say no more.

30.) What's your favourite place?
I would have to say at home, wherever that may be at any given moment.

31.) Are you interested in anyone~?
People are in general fascinating.  Their ability, indeed their willingness and even eagerness to betray each other at the drop of a hat has long held my interest.  Humans are such silly creatures.  They scurry about their short, pointless and meaningless existence as if there was nothing more important in the world than to get to their own destination.

32.) SKIPPING. NOPE.
I am able to skip rope, though I have never had much of a passion for it.

33.) Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
I would have to say neither.  But if forced to choose, I would say ocean.  It is more of a challenge.

34.) What's your type?
Type? I regret that I do not understand your question.

35.) Camping or indoors?
I would certainly have to say indoors.

38.) Are you still wanting the quiz to end?
I have wanted this quiz to end since the first question, thank you very much.

39.) Well, it's over. Now tag some people!
That is a relief

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Okay... I'm 26 years old, and am deeply interested in fanfiction, vampires, werewolves and zombies (not weird ass sparkly shit Vampire wannabes), writing, Dungeons and Dragons. Ladies, I'm single, as if any more needs to be said. I also like taking pictures, although I'm not that great at it, my photos are passable.
I like people who are polite and respectful, and although rude people annoy me, I can handle them. It's stupid people and arrogant people who treat others like they're stupid that really piss me off. I'm not aggressive or confrontational (for the most part) and I generally expect others to be the same way towards me. If not, I don't have time for you. I get enough jerks at my job. I don't need them on my free time as well.
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