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What am I to make of this? {The voice of this new user is entirely too calm; too collected considering the circumstances. But he has been uniquely trained by, shall we say, a vibrant life? Which, incidentally, ended abruptly (and painfully) in his memory.}

An introduction, perhaps? All of those start to sound the same, I imagine. {He finally comes into full view, smiling in a way that could be polite - if it weren't for the mischievous glint in his eyes.} Something like: I am Earl Vincent Phantomhive? Does that suffice? Should I add "of England"?

{He gives a light chuckle before remarking:}

I must say this is the queerest afterlife I can imagine.

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Oh it did! But you were an adorable baby.

Adorable still, I imagine.

I couldn't say but I'm more inclined to disagree. I haven't much baby fat left.

Is that what constitutes one being adorable or not? I think there is more to it.

I imagine being young is factored in. I'm not so young anymore.

How old are you? How many birthdays have I missed?

I'm fourteen now.

Four years?

I would like to see you.

I know.

[He expected it.]

I'm working at the moment though.

When are you free?

I should be done in a few hours.

[Sooner, if he was being honest, but this gives him time to mentally prepare.]

{He can be patient for that long. Maybe.}

Undertaker is coming to see me. Both of us might meet you then?

[Ah. Damn. Okay, he's got this. It's not like the last time he saw his father, he'd been laying in a pool of-

oh.]

I don't see why not, he knows where the store is.

{Baby.}

He can lead me to you and I will see the fine young man you have become.

I had to become one to be Earl Phantomhive.

A bit sooner than I had hoped.

What of your brother?

[Did you have to, Vincent?

This one takes much longer between messages.]

He didn't make it.

{...ouch. Ciel cannot possibly imagine how broken Vincent looks upon receiving that news. No one will ever see the Earl in this state; he will not allow it.}

I am sorry for you. You came into this world as a pair; I had hoped - {Something is crossed out here.} I just want to see you.

[At least he doesn't have to see how low his brothers death brought him.]

I'm sure we never would have imagined differently. [Riverview is just gleefully tearing all his old wounds open this month. I really am working, I'm sure Undertaker will bring you by. I'll be in my office.

{His heart will only break more. Vincent has few beings in the world that he values, but his tiny twins are vying for the top spot.}

I want to hear of his final moments eventually. Not today. {He tells himself that is a kindness to Ciel, but it might not be.} I admire your work ethic, but I do hope you are not using it to hide.

[Who are you calling 'tiny?']

It wasn't pleasant. [Stop seeing through him.] No, Halloween is nearly here, I thought it best to beat my competition to Christmas products.

{...you.}

No, none of it was, I fear. {That's a father's job.} A toy store?

[Five feet is not tiny!]

No, I suppose not. But it isn't quite the same, is it? Knowing what happened to you then hearing what happened to your child. [Rude.]

Toys and candy.

{Pocket-sized Earl! Don't take it personally, now. Vincent adores "Ciel" at any size.}

I am not putting you in an enviable position either. You know what happened to your parents and your brother; now you must recount the latter.

{...why does that sound familiar?}

That wasn't your dream.

[He'd be happier if his size included a few extra inches without heels.]

It wouldn't be the first time I've been put here. Only a short while ago, many of our memories were on display for the world to see.

[Why?]

I'm in a position that I can do both.

{Time will give him those extra inches.}

You have endured far more than any child - or adult - should. I did not foresee it or I trust you know it would have been prevented.

{Papa is starting to have some suspicions.}

That isn't precisely what I meant.

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