Narrator's POV

Marchioness Frances Midford frowned as she stared at her nephews, mostly the elder of the pair.

Ciel had just finished explaining why he had been absent and why Astre had been pretending to be him for the past few years.

She did not buy the coma story even slightly, there were too many tiny holes in the story.

"I do hope you will forgive Astre for all the lies." Ciel concluded, "We have always been of one mind and he knew what I would want done if I had been able to instruct him, so if you find any issue please take it up with me."

The Midfords nodded, neither fully convinced but lacking any evidence.

"Additionally, while I have you here, I would like to rush forth in Lizzy and I's wedding date to as soon as possible." The Earl continued

"It would be for the best." Elizabeth immediately agreed, lacing her hand with Ciel's

***

Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford smiled as she examined herself in the mirror.

Her blonde hair was flawlessly curled, her face was dolled up with natural-style makeup.

Lizzy wore a pearl white traditional wedding dress with plenty of lace and ruffles and long puffy sleeves.

She brushed her hands to smoothen the nonexistent wrinkles in her dress.

In less than an hour she would be Countess Elizabeth Phantomhive.

"Lady Elizabeth." Paula addressed, peeking her head into the dressing room, "Your father is outside, it is time for you to walk down the aisle."

Nodding, the green eyed girl made her way out of the room, she was greeted by her father who lowered her lace veil.

Together, they made their way to the reception hall where they began to walk down the pale pink rose petal covered aisle.

A musician played 'Here Comes the Bride' on the church organ as Lizzy walked with her father.

The bride then made eye contact with her groom.

Ciel was dressed in a traditional black suit with a pale pink rose boutonnière and a white shoulder cape.

Soon she arrived at the end of the aisle where her father 'gave her away' and she stood across from Ciel.

The blonde glanced over to Astre who sat alone on the right pew while her parents and brother sat together on the left.

Astre gave her a smile as the pastor began the wedding.

The younger twin looked so small alone on the pew, his face no longer covered up by the eyepatch he used to wear now that his eyes were both once more blue.

Another glance led Lizzy's eyes to Undertaker, who was leaning against the wall beside the door into the church.

Like he tended to, the reaper had a dog biscuit hanging from his lips, a hand cupping one of the mourning lockets he always wore.

The wedding itself was extremely boring, but Elizabeth and Ciel did it all perfect and soon signed the marriage ledger.

After that the ceremony was over and the bride and groom made their way to the prepared carriage that Astre joined them in.

Everything was perfect now.

***

One hundred and thirty-three years later, Astre Lune Phantomhive frowned as he sat on the leather couch, his favorite Bitter Rabbits —the ones that resembled Ciel and Lizzy and of course the original one— on his lap as the television played some mindless program.

"What's wrong, bunny?" Lizzy asked, entering the living room of their apartment from the kitchen

"Ciel and Undertaker have been gone for hours." Astre pointed out

The blonde sat beside him, pulling the blunette onto her lap, "Do not worry, precious, Undertaker would not let anything happen to Ciel. Let's just relax until they get back."

Astre leaned against her, resting his head on her breasts.

Lizzy began to run her fingers through his silky blue hair, spotting Ciel and Undertaker on the side walk a dozen floors below  heading into the building.

A few minutes passed and he other two males entered the apartment.

Undertaker held a hand-held cooler presumably filled with bags of Sirius —type AB— and Canopus —type B— blood that he stole while 'working' at the local hospital as a coroner in the basement morgue.

The blood bags were promptly put into the fridge —the placement in the fridge had left Ciel grabbing it more than once in place of s drink.

"Starshine!" Ciel greeted, rushing to his twin

"Hi skylight!" Astre greeted, still on Lizzy's lap

Or at least he was until Ciel pulled him on his lap.

Astre immediately cuddled against him, asking what he had been doing all day.

"Undertaker needed some help at the morgue, so I assisted him. Do not concern yourself with it, I missed you the entire time." Ciel shrugged off

Naturally, Astre wondered what Ciel had done but did not ask again.

Even a century later he still feared being locked in the closet again, so he always made sure to be a good boy for Ciel and Lizzy.

He kissed Ciel's cheek, "I missed you too. But Lizzy kept me company."

The elder twin moved Astre's face to kiss his lips, "Good, I hate the thought of you belong alone for even a moment."

They cuddled on the couch, happy to finally to be free.

The end.