PLEASE READ: Ciel has the body of a seventeen year old here. Comment below if anything else confuses you and I'll try to explain, because I know this is a complicated storyline. Moving on~~

Ciel stared at the letter in his hands, his blood running cold. Sebastian side eyed him from the sofa, waiting for him to be beckoned.

"Sebastian," Ciel finally said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

"Yes, my lord?"

"The queen has issued me a mission," Ciel stood, wiping imaginary dust off his jeans. "I want you to stay away." Sebastian was taken aback.

"You want me to what?"

"I go in alone. That's an order, Sebastian. However-" he paused, thinking of the right words to say.

"You can fake a masters degree in English or something, right?" Not waiting for an answer, Ciel forged ahead. "I need you to get a job at-" -he checked the letter- "-Weston Academy. What is it with the name Weston and schools?" he grumbled, mostly to himself.

"Alright. Are you taking a taxi then?" Ciel sighed through his nose, his nostrils flaring

"No, I'm getting a ride from the orphanage. Can you believe that? She's putting me with a foster family for the school year, says they want to meet me tonight." Ciel tossed the letter Sebastian's way and Sebastian read it thoroughly.

"I'm surprised she didn't email you." He finally said. Ciel snorted.

"Me too. Damn new generation and their technological advancements." He mumbled. Lizzie would've laughed and told him to lighten up. He paused at the thought of Lizzie. Things were odd with her before she passed away of old age. They had descendants somewhere out there. Last he'd heard, he had a grandchild in America and a great grandchild in Norwich.

"Master?" Sebastian asked.

"What?"

"Nothing. You spaced out for a moment. Do you want me to call Finnian and have him watch you?" Ciel nodded. Finnian was his last remaining servant. Being tested on his entire youth, the scientists that had abused him had managed to not only give him super strength, but also slowed down his aging process considerably.

"Have him go in as a guidance councilor." Ciel said. Sebastian walked away, leaving Ciel to pack

Ciel looked around the small apartment. With London growing to be such a big city, there wasn't much room to have a manor. Plus, he quite liked the minimalism of it all.

Shaking his head, Ciel took out a duffel bag and began to pack, wondering exactly how long he'd be gone.