Group Blog 5

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel has been rather upset after all of the events that have occured as of late.

He certainly has reason to be (I should know), but that does not necessarily mean I can just let him remain in this state and dwell on all his emotions, by his lonesome.

And so about two days ago, I went into the city to hunt down a little gift for him.

The world is strange these days. But, better to be strange than to be boring, I always say... And speaking of strange, I happened upon Lachrimae's new girlfriend(???), Miss Echo Meine, in all her silver-haired glory.

She really is a very friendly girl, and I have taken quite a liking to her. Heh, but that's probably soley based on the fact that she helped me decide what I should give to my love.

Together- almost simultaneously- we began walking towards this cardboard box on the side of a road, and within it was a lovely little litter of-

Dogs.

Oh! such wretched creatures they are!

But I know that Ciel quite fancies them (Good, then, if I'm named after a dog, dammit!), and therefore, a puppy was just what I was going to bring home to him.

Easier said than done.

This little dog urinated all over poor Miss Echo.

When I arrived back at the manor with it, it left a present for me in the laundry room (I had gone into my quarters to fetch an old, yellowed hatbox) and it was not pleasant.

Dogs require constant attention, and along with that, potty training. I don't remember ever having to "potty train" a cat! How repulsive!

And so I took the hatbox and a spool of silken pink ribbon, and tied some of that ribbon in a bow around the dog's neck (cuteness appeal... it works wonders) and stuffed him (quite literally) into the box, in which I also tied up (very firmly).

When Ciel came through the door later that day, he seemed quite sullen- which would, I knew, either be perfect or would end in utter disaster.

But I cannot describe to you the manner in which his eyes lit up in such delight at the sight of the puppy. Even a smile came to grace itself upon his lips.

"Sebastian, this is lovely!" he proclaimed, ever so joyous.

Smiling is contagious, my friends, and I am proud of myself, and of my Ciel.

Now, this dog's training must commence... I will get no sleep. *sigh*

Keaira Dimitri Trancy

"Every night in my dreams,
I see you, I feel you;
That is how I know you
go on.

Far across the distance and spaces
between us,
You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart and
my heart will go on and on."

You'd be proud of me, wouldn't you, my Claude? Even if you're dead, no matter where you are, you would be proud, yes?

I am finding strength everywhere I look. I have found the courage to go on and the love to help mend my wounds, though I know they will scar over, nonetheless.

And, my darling, my love, for the sake of even an immortal life, I will go on and I will find happiness, and in turn, create such emotions in others, for I cannot stand to see a frown plastered upon the face of a loved one.

Aranis is the prime example of such. I don't understand why he is so angsty, and it cannot be due to my pregnancy alone. So do you know what I did, love? I got him a bag of fresh carrots and I've ordered him this lovely little Arabian studhorse, in which should be arriving Saturday. And I've made him smile, but I am hoping that it isn't because I am giving him material items. I want him to appreciate that I am trying to make him happy, that I think of him, that I do, in fact, love him.

Now, don't get me wrong; I will always love you. And we will be together again someday. Alas, Aranis is not your replacement. I hate the mere concept of that. I had to deal with you thinking you were his replacement several times over, do you remember? It broke my heart, Claude.

It is indeed possible to love more than one person. I have been granted another chance to life and I refuse to let it go to waste; I will not rot away, a piece of corrupted, worthless, depressed rubbish.

Aranis needs me, too, Claude. If I fail to raise him up, he will rot away in the same way I might, if I let misery find her dwelling in my heart. I don't want that for him; I don't want him to end up like you. I don't want to see another dead body for as long as I live.

My heart doesn't beat anymore, Claude. Cambion said, it may be because you were my heart, and you are dead- therefore, my heart is dead because you are. I do wonder if it will ever beat again?

Our child is due tomorrow and I am so very exhausted... I certainly do not feel up to it. I'm quite frightened, really. I've never had a child before and it seems to be extremely painful and messy. But I really can't worry about that too much. I just want our baby to be healthy, really. And I want Aranis to accept him- he doesn't have to love him, but I would like him to at least be friendly. He and this baby are my world now.

I think I'll pay him a visit again, soon. I'm going to make him a carrot cake now, I do hope he likes it!

Lots of love,

                       Keaira~


Malphas Mephisto Trancy

My son will never stop hating me. He believes that if he were to give into my love just because I am his mother, the others would think him weak and cast him aside.

Comes to show just how valuable my love is, doesn't it, now?!

Both Alois and I found out that he was alive (I thought I had killed him) and Alois went off on one. And I thought, maybe if I go and ensure that Cambion dies this time, instead of walking off right after attacking, Alois will be happy.

I cannot tell you just how wrong my plan went, and I don't even know what happened.

And I can't even believe that I cried myself to sleep last night, thinking of Rosier and of Cambion and Alois and Solange and Keaira and... I don't know if I can take it much longer.

Damn it, who am I now? What am I? I don't know.

I need help and I'm not going to find it.

I'll just waste away and nobody will even notice... They never do, anyway.

Jazebel Keehl

L.

I don't know if I've saved him or not.

I gave my voice... Oh, my beloved voice...

Where is he?

What happened?

Jesus, Mello, I am going to hunt you down and I am going to find out just what the Hell is going on! I don't give a flying fox if I can't speak. Wherever you are, I will snuff you out, and I will make you tell me.

And the very same goes with Riley.

I don't know what to do with Cambion anymore. I just don't. He's been a sharp pain in the ass and heart for far too long now and it's painful.

I want to give up on him. Something won't let me. I care too much and I don't understand why. This is a tedious game, it is! Absolutely pointless, I will never win!

...But neither will Cambion, and I do think that is quite obvious.

Time is short when humans are thrown into the ingedients of life. Mortals. They die. Fast.

If you'll excuse me, now...

I've got a bone to pick with my father and Riley.

P.S. Pregnant Keaira is lovely, really. I get oodles of cuddles, and it makes me happy. No one ever shows me affection.

P.P.S. Cambion, I show you affection, not the other way around. So STFU.

Lecea Seleby Michaelis-Phantomhive

Bambi came to me crying the other night. He says Denzel died in the fire.

But Mummy said he only found five bodies. He says, Esperanza was so tiny that she probably just burned to ashes right quick! I don't know how big Denzel was, but maybe he suffered the same fate? Until I find out, I promise I will look for him, and bring him back to my beloved, dead or alive.

I promise you, my Bambi. Please don't cry anymore...