Narrator's POV

The Earl of Phantomhive frowned as he entered Sphere Music Hall in his peasant disguise.

Almost immediately after entering the main room, a server noticed his Sirius bracelet and approached him, "You're under the protection of Sirius, right!?"

"Yes." He replied

"Welcome! We've been waiting for you!"" The server cheerfully continued, leading him out a door and down a private hallway, "Please right this way."

They were soon before four large wooden doors with each one having a carving above them.

The server then brought him a folded white cloth, "Sir, if we could please first have you change into this."

"All right." The blunette sighed, taking it

He quickly changed out of his disgust and into the robe, the blue and gold sash going around his torso whilst a white sash held the toga in place —they had even given him gladiator sandals to wear.

"You look great!" The server cheerfully complimented, "Now then, please continue through the Canis Major door. There's a meal ready for you inside."

The undercover Earl then walked in the appropriate door, seeing a circular room littered with chairs and small tables beside each.

Sitting at an empty seat in the nearly empty room, he looked at the few others in the room.

"There is hardly anyone here." The blunette thought, "What criteria do they use to sort us?"

He was taken out of his thoughts when a plate was placed before him.

"Your meal, sir." A female server cheerfully said, "We have dessert as well, so please don't hesitate to ask."

She then left him to eat.

The Earl stared at the meal before him, seeing steak, a salad and an assortment of vegetables.

"This fare is excellent. How can they provide this for free?" He wondered

The woman who had just given him his food walked to he center of the room, gaining everyone's attention, "Thank you for waiting, everyone. The Starlight Four are about to appear, please greet them with applause."

The four former prefects then entered the room in their Roman themed costumes, "Chosen ones of the rarest star, we bid you welcome to the 'S4 Sirius Limited Event'. You've all given it your best this week, so that you may radiantly shine on next week too we'll deliver to you the healing. Now everyone, let's begin 'Starlight Shower'."

The blunette leaned back and crossed his arms, listening to his former classmates sing.

His sapphire blue eye was trained on the singing man before him: Gregory Violet.

It seemed said both noticed him too, recognition appearing in his gaze as he stopped singing.

Violet stared at him, "You're- I am quite relieved to see you looking so radiant."

Before he could question what the goth boy was saying to him, the Earl noticed a strange scent as his surroundings began to fade and he got sleepy.

***

As the gas entering the Sirius Event room stoped, Blavat Sky —the fortune teller at Sphere Music Hall— entered the room swiftly so the gas did not escape down the hallway.

Glancing at the few unconscious people sitting in the seats, he went towards the one he was looking for.

Walking past the Starlight Four, the lavender haired man scooped the unconscious blunette into his arms and walked out the way he came.

Instead of walking down the hallway and into the ballroom, he instead went through a hidden hallway that led to the staircase.

Once reaching the second floor, he was finally met with the Star Lord's bedrooms.

Knocking on Lord Sirius' door with his knee —since she was holding the unconscious teen bridal style—, he waited for permission to enter.

There, he saw Undertaker attaching Lord Sirius to the transfusion device.

"Is Astre with you?" Lord Sirius weakly asked, not having the strength to look at the man who entered the room

"He is, he is asleep still." Blavat confirmed

"Give him to me, now!" The Star Lord ordered with all the strength he could summon to his strained voice

The fortune teller did as told, laying Astre Phantomhive beside his twin brother, Ciel.

A few minutes passed, the black bulging veins littering Ciel's body settled down as fresh blood coursed through them.

His strength slowly regained, letting his sapphire blue eyes finally look to his beloved little brother.

"Leave us." Ciel ordered, sitting up in his bed

Undertaker and Blavat did as told, leaving the bedroom, leaving the twins alone.

Ciel smiled at his sleeping brother, stroking his face.

One of two things were going to happen when Astre woke up.

One: Astre was a good boy and obeyed him like he had before that horrid month and they worked together to get rid of that damn demon plaguing Astre.

Or two: Astre rejected him for being a bizarre doll and tried to call for the demon.

The undead teen hoped the first would be true; if the second occurred he would have to gag Astre and keep him chained up until Stockholm Syndrome set in and they could proceed with the first option.

Either way, Ciel would not let Astre ever leave his side again.

After all, Astre belonged to him even if said boy had forgotten that fact.

It did not matter if Astre no longer remembered their promise, Ciel would swiftly remind him of it.

But for now, Astre would sleep and Ciel would gather his strength —no matter what Astre did, Ciel would need to be ready to act.

Not that Undertaker was ever far away from him though, just in case anything ever went wrong.

The undead twin pressed a kiss to his sleeping brother's cheek, watching him squirm a bit in his slumber.

"Oh, Astre, do not worry, big brother will make everything okay again," Ciel smiled, continuing to press kisses to his sleeping twin's face and stroke his bangs, "and then you can go back to being my sweet little brother. I have missed you so much and have thought of nothing besides you."

Insanity entered his eyes and smile, "And nothing will ever part us again, especially not a stupid demon."

Astre began to stir, it was almost time to wake up and make a choice...