Narrator's POV

A few months passed and soon it was April 17, 1889.

Undertaker, the twins along with Sieglinde would be boarding a ship to head to New York.

Blavat would be staying behind with Layla and Angelina and Kelvin to keep watch over all the operations going on in England.

The Aurora Society had discreetly bought a rather small cruise line and rebranded it Blue Star Lines and the only ship it had to its name was the Campania.

They would be heading to America to gain further finically support from the wealthy, sell the soon-to-be-created Bizarre Dolls as soldiers and gain the Watchdog's —aka the Midfords— attention.

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Both of the twins frowned as Undertaker put blond wigs over their heads to hide their unique navy blue hair, already itching in the peasant disguises they wore, envying that Sieglinde did not have to wear a wig.

The reaper would be smuggling the three undead teens into the ship via the staff entrance and taking them to first class from there.

It did not take long to arrive to rooms A-66 and A-67 on the first class deck.

Upon their arrival at their own room, the two boys changed into black suits that had light blue and navy blue striped detailing with matching shorts and ribbon around their necks.

Though, they were still stuck in the wigs in case they were recognized.

But, at least now they could wander about the ship as they pleased while Undertaker was busy behind-the-scenes of their plan.

Leaving their room, they found Sieglinde waiting for them wearing a dress version of their outfit.

When they reached the first class lounge, they were surprised to see so many people.

But, the two blunettes recognized a group of blondes right away as their extended family.

Going to the opposite side of the lounge to minimize their chances of being seen by the Midfords.

The three Star Lords sat at a table together talking, each enjoying a slice of the complimentary cake —Ciel had strawberry, Astre had chocolate and Sieglinde had vanilla.

The rest of the nobility there ignored them for the most part, not caring what children did as long as they were silent.

Conversation around the lounge was mostly trivial pleasantry as the wealthy saw each other for the first time in 'ages' and talked about how grand it would be arriving in New York about in a month's time.

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The next day, Sieglinde Sullivan, former Liege Lord and current Star Lord, walked through the first class lounge, looking for the twins as they were not in their room.

Spotting a short boy with blonde hair, she tapped on the shoulder it belonged to, not noticing the person was wearing a purple suit jacket neither of the twins had ever wore before.

But who turned around was not one of the twins, but someone else entirely.

"May I help you, miss?" The teenage boy asked, twirling the gold and ruby inheritance ring on his finger

Sieglinde gave a curtsy, "Forgive me, I was mistaken over who you were —I thought you to be another–, pardon my intrusion."

The German girl looked up and saw a blonde girl that was accompanying the blond male.

She had bright emerald green eyes almost identical to Sieglinde's own, her blonde hair was tied into curly pigtails with a slight bang covering her right ear.

She wore a pale blue sailor dress with a matching hat and she radiated kindness and strength.

The two green eyes girls made eye contact for what felt like an eternity but was really just a few seconds.

"I'm Elizabeth Midford." The taller girl introduced, a blush on her pale cheeks, "And this is my betrothed, Earl Alois Trancy."

Sieglinde could not remember the false name Undertaker had given her to use on the ship, her mouth was dry and her brain short circuited at the other girl's beautiful voice, "I am...Sieglinde, Sieglinde Sullivan."

Elizabeth walked towards her, walking past her fiancé, she took the shorter girl's hands within her own, "I think the two of us will be the best of friends."

They left Alois behind and began to talk together, walking throughout first class.

Elizabeth —or rather Lizzy, as she preferred to be called— and Sieglinde got along like two peas in a pod.

They had very little in common in regards to hobbies, but they both enjoyed the same literature and plays and had similar tastes in fashion.

Their interactions were almost electric, even though they had known each other for less than a day they were able to finish each other's sentences.

***

Ciel Phantomhive was nervous as he relaxed in bed with his twin.

He wanted to confess something to Astre but was scared of getting a negative reaction and loosing their perfect sibling relationship.

"What is wrong, skylight, you seem so upset?" Astre asked, noticing his brother's strife

The older twin took a deep breath, "Do you love me, starshine?"

"Of course I do." The younger replied, shocked to even have to say that, "You are my big brother, I love you so much!"

The slightly taller boy stuttered, "I know you love me like that, b-but do you love me like...how mother and father loved each other...romantically?"

A blush rose to Astre's cheeks, the boy not saying anything.

Ciel was terrified by that, his usual demeanor metaphorically tossed out the window as he feared his brother's rejection.

He was even to the point of tearing up and about to run out of the room when Astre spoke.

The younger twin cupped his identical twin's left cheek in his left hand, wiping away a spilled tear with his thumb.

Astre then brought their lips together, kissing him.

Ciel eagerly kissed back, beginning to dominate the kiss.

With the fear of rejection gone, he was slowly begin to return to normal.

Once they broke their kiss to get air, Ciel tried to resume the kiss.

But, Astre blocked his lips with his fingers, "Uh, uh, skylight, if we are going to be together in a romantic way in addition to a familial one, we are going to need some rules."...