I leaned out from my hiding spot, happy to see Will had come to our rescue, but when I saw the look on his face, I wanted to hide again.

He looked about as neutral as always, but I could tell he was livid. He was constantly fixing his glasses, something that he only does when he gets really annoyed. I should know. He's always annoyed at Grell.

He began talking to the demon below, and I finally decided to run out of my hiding spot. Jazz saw me a moment later and raced over while Will jumped down to the ground, where he, too, proceeded to stomp on Grell's face.

"Are you alright?" Jazz asked when she reached me, checking my exposed skin for any injuries. "He didn't notice you, did he?"

"The demon did, yeah," I told her. "But I'm alright. He just smiled at me a couple times." I felt my eyes water then. "Jazz, if you hadn't shown up when you did..."

"Hey, don't think about it," she said, trying to comfort me. "He's okay now, more or less. Will's not going to let this go, but he can't kill him. He's not going to do that to himself. Think of all the extra work he'd have to do!"

She was smiling, and I couldn't help but smile back. She was right. Will was always talking about how understaffed we were. He wouldn't kill my brother for his stupidity. He'd probably just punish him and demote him.

I looked back down at the people below us. Will was dragging Grell by his hair away from the others.

"We should probably go with them," I told Jazz.

She nodded, but before we could leave, Sebastian the demon was standing before us.

I made sure I stood slightly in front of Jazz, then stared at the demon.

"Sutcliff..." he said as if he was pondering something. "Ah, that's why you came here. He's your brother, isn't he?"

I slowly nodded.

"Siblings becoming reapers? You don't hear of something like that every day."

I stood taller and glanced back at Jazz, who's whole immediate family was reapers. "Yeah," I told him. "Rare, but not impossible. Our mom is one, too."

"Fascinating," he said with a smile.

There was a moment of silence between the three of us. I wanted to ask if he knew what was going on with me, who was in my head. I was about to, when something stopped me.

You will say nothing.

I froze, and felt all the color drain from my face.

Sebastian looked to me, his eyes almost looking worried as he reached out and gently touched my cheek. "You're pale, Scarlet Sutcliff. I suggest you go home and get some rest. Reapers do need their sleep, after all."

I didn't move as Jazz stepped out and stood beside me. "I'll get her home."

Sebastian's smile returned. "Good." He then bowed to us. "Well, goodnight, ladies," he said, then turned and jumped back down to the ground and approached his master.

Jazz turned to me. "What happened? You really have gone all pale."

Scarlet Sutcliff. You have for now been released. You've technically done as we asked. Besides, we have colleagues who are more interested in the boy than we are.

I gaped at the voice in my head. "So you've threatened my life over some stupid kid you were going to give up on anyway?"

Jazz stared at me, and I gave a look that said "I'll tell you later."

It would appear that way, yes. Do not try to fight with us. You will not win.

As I said, you are released from your binding. The tracker we placed in you has been turned off for the time being. Do not think of yourself as free. We will have use of you again in the near future.

"But why?" I asked. "Why give up on your target?"

The voice didn't answer, nor did it return at all.

I sat heavily on the roof and sighed, watching as the boy and his demon left the alley.

"Should we do something about the body?" Jazz asked.

I shook my head. "No, I think the boy knew her. We should just let him clean up this mess." I stood then. "Beside, it's not our problem anymore, anyway. They just told me they're done with me for now, and that they no longer have any interest in the Phantomhive."

"What?" Jazz asked, shocked. "We chased that brat all around the city!"

"I know, but apparently someone else is more interested in him. I don't care, anyway. At least they're leaving me alone for a while. Now I can go with Will and we can deal with Grell together." I then groaned, a thought occurring to me. "You don't think he's gonna give me all of Grell's work, do you?"

"He can't! We're still in training!" she told me.

I nodded. "Man, I feel bad for Will, having to pick up everyone's slack. I guess the least I can do is make sure to keep an eye on my brother for him."

Jazz nodded. "I'm sure that would help him out a great deal. Now, you really do look like you need some rest. Let's get you home."

I nodded again, then we made our way back home together.