. . . 

Sebastian and his Master gathered as much of the information after their little murder side show attraction stop they could. Tracking down victims that survived. There were only two, out of one hundred . . . Going to see what Scotland Yard knew.

"Aww, don't be like that. An adorable little squirt like you should be taking a nap or playing with other kids your age on such a nice sunny day like this." 

. . . Fred Aberline is lucky to be alive . . .

That "little adorable squirt" nearly pounced on him and beat the shit out of him. 

He would of to, if Sebastian hadn't picked his Young Master up bridal style. 

The Little Lord tried to squirm out of his arms, 

cursing himself for being too small without an ounce of muscle on his body. 

For Sebastian being an idiot. 

For him protecting him all the dam time. 

And for Sebastian making him feel so safe and warm in his arms . . . 

Dam him . . . 

They also watched the security footage . . . 

The boy with heaven and sky for a name tilted his head. The slate-gray/blue short straight hair falling onto the eye patch that covered his right eye.

"Uh, S-Sebby?" He chewed his bottom lip in thought.

Sebastian hummed saying he's listening, as his crimson orbs never left the files of suspects.

"What are they doing?"

Sebastian let out a little sigh as he took off his reading glasses before turning to Ciel.

"Who my Lord?"

Ciel pointed up at the tv monitor he hasn't been able to look away from for the past 15 minutes. He just had to know what they were up to. 

Sebastian looked to where his Little Lord was pointing and gasped.

Authors Note:

I know I said I'd try and update this everyday, and I know, you're probably thinking, here comes the excuse, but it's genuinely as funny story. XD 

So this was originally a creative English writing assignment we got, I took it home so I could finish writing it. Well, when I did, some of it came out as . . . Not school appropite. (None of that dirty stuff of SebaCiel, I know what you're thinking :ppp)

So over the weekend I rewrote the parts that weren't along with the ending. 

So I turned in the new one so I wouldn't have to get in trouble with my teacher . . .

Well . . . 

When I got home today and finished typing this out and was planning on posting two other chappies as well when I realized

Schiest I gave my Teacher the bad version! 

I might as well of shoved Fifty Shades of Gray in her face and yelled "READ!"

It wasn't that bad . . . But still, I feel guilty as hell. :(

Which was the whole reason why I rewrote it. So now here I am, with the innocent stuff and the teacher is probably going to have a heart attack if she reads it. 

I'm just hoping she won't, so I can give her the right story telling her I gave her the longer unedited one. 

*crosses fingers scrunching up nose making a wish* Hope this works. Wish me luck.

I don't want to die of in-school Detention for the rest of my 10th grade year.

Wish me luck! :DDD

All My Love ~Katie :)