The 3 Angels of Death

True Strength

Rimuro was in the room he was using at the Flower Mansion writing down his report for his last mission

Rimuro: Finally done it's getting late I guess I should turn in don't know when I'll be able to sleep again

Rimuro walked to his bed and began to lie down

Rimuro: (Time for a good night's sleep)

Ciel: Good night Master

Rimuro: Good night, Ciel . . . WAIT A MINUTE

Rimuro turned around and saw Ciel spooning him

Rimuro: I thought I asked you not to do this how many times does this make

Rimuro said this while trying to push her off with his hand on her face

Ciel: 136

Rimuro: You actually kept counting

Rimuro finally managed to push her off him

Ciel: You're so cruel, Master

Rimuro: Look this isn't any easier on me but you know we can't right now

Ciel pouted

Rimuro: Look don't get the wrong idea it's not that I don't want to it's just. . .

Ciel: Now that we're both human there's more to consequences to certain actions

Rimuro: You know and yet you persist you're never gonna give up on this aren't you

Ciel: You know me the same way I know you so you should know that no matter what happens and what I'll have to do what I need to wait for I'll always love you more than anything you don't need to say it back because I already know the answer

Rimuro: . . . It's just there's too much on my mind to get into it

Ciel: Then I suppose we'll simply have to make haste to complete our quest and when that happens

Rimuro: I know maybe then can't promise I'll leave anything permanent though

Ciel: I understand and it's like I said

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