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Chapter 1

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That one day, when the earl of Phantomhive awoke, and knew something was terribly off.

His throat felt as if someone had forcefully shoved wood down it, as well as dumped hot coals in. His stomach was awfully horrid feeling, almost as if all three of his hyper active servants were racing around, finding trouble. His body felt achey, and cold, and his head pounded like someone was hitting a metal pole against a wall.

Ciel almost fell off his bed, if it weren't for his trusty demon butler.

"Now, now Young Master, it is not healthy to slip out of bed and onto the floor in the morning." Came the soothing voice of one Sebastian Michaelis.

Said man smiled calmly at Ciel. The boy blinked his eyes shut for a moment, and tried his best to push off of Sebastian, and back onto his own bed.

Sebastian cleared his voice, and stood up. "I have prepared some tea for you Master."

Ciel nodded, not daring to speak, just in case his voice was hoarse, and could give tell-tale signs to his butler that he was in fact ill.

"Would you like some assistance in getting dressed?" Sebastian wondered.

"Mm." Ciel agreed.

Sebastian frowned.

'Oh wonderful, I suppose that he would already know. Still. I can be sure to make it clear I am fine. Play along, and be strong, Ciel.' Ciel thought to himself.

Once Ciel was clothed, he sat on his bed for a moment, waiting for Sebastian's return back to the room with the tea he had brewed. Before the large door opened, Ciel breathed in some air, and then exhaled.

His asthma must be acting up, for Ciel found it difficult to breathe.

Once Ciel had sipped his tea, he found himself slightly more relaxed then before, for the hot tea soothed his scratchy throat.

'Maybe it was just a very small morning bug...' Ciel thought hopefully.

Sebastian had left Ciel for a little while, so Ciel could do his work in peace in quiet. But when you are the master of three, May-Rin, Bard, and Finny, you don't get to enjoy peace in quiet. In fact, what even is "peace-in-quiet'?

BANG!

CRASH!

Ciel looked up from his papers, and stared at the dark wooden door. Slowly, he rose up, and took sluggish steps towards the door, his hand reaching for the door nob when suddenly...

"Ah!" Ciel took a frightened step backwards as the back of one of his servants fell onto him.

Ciel grunted when he hit the ground, and rubbed his head, groaning from the sudden burst of pain.

"We'er so surrey sir!" A frantic voice exclaimed.

"We didn't mean it no we didn't!"

"'Ow are you feeling, I din't mean ta!"

Ciel downed his brows as the three started exclaiming loudly how sorry they were.

"Stop being contemptuous!" Ciel growled.

The three straightened immediately.

"Surry young master!"

Ciel rubbed his temples, as Finny helped him stand up. Unfortunately, Ciel accidentally stumbled, and gripped the door post.

"Master!" Finny said, looking around to see if he could help Ciel.

"I'm fine, Finny. Please..." Ciel took in air, and breathed out.

"Is your asthma bothering you sir?"

Ciel frowned. Asthma. He had thought of it earlier, but now it was probably certain that it was his asthma.

Ciel cleared his throat, standing up tall, and showing his stubbornness. "No it is not, Finny. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to tend to, so enough messing around and go do your jobs."

Ciel noticed his voice crack a few times, and his voice was very scratchy and hoarse.

The three stared at him. Then Baldroy and Finny grabbed his arms, and and Mey-Rin ran after them.

"Hey! Let me go!" Ciel struggled against his servants grips. "What are you doing!? Leave me alone!"

"Surry Young Master!" Baldroy chuckled. "We've gotta talk ta Sebastian!"

"Why with me!? Get off of me!" Ciel demanded.

Finally, the servants stopped, and grinned down at Ciel, letting him go. Ciel dusted off his uniform, and shot glares at all three of them. "I swear, if you ever do that again, I will throw you in the cellar. Clear?"

The three nodded.

"What is going on here?" A dark voice wondered.

Ciel glanced up. "Sebastian, these three are being imbeciles."

"Oh? How so?"

"How so? Do I even need to explain?" Ciel barked.

Sebastian nodded understandingly. "Well-"

"No, wait Sebastian!" Finny raised his hands in defense.

"Yes, please! We have a good reason, yes we do!" Mey-rin agreed.

"Master's voice cracked!" Baldroy said excitedly.

'That is what this is all about? They think it's some stupid hormonal issue?!' Ciel thought angrily.

"Is that so?" Sebastian sighed.

Ciel glared at them. "You are all idiots...I'm surrounded by idiots!"

Ciel bit his tongue, and turned on his heels, storming away.

"Master seems a little short tempered today, yes he does."

"Indeed." Sebastian nodded in agreement.

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Ciel leaned his back against a wall.

"Why did I do that...?" Ciel breathed, and slipped to the ground.

"Master Ciel?"

Ciel glanced up, and was surprised to see Tanaka.

"Tanaka?"

"Yes master...are you ill?" He inquired.

"W-why would you think that?"

"Well, your cheeks are flushed, and you are sweating, and you look as if you have run around the manor thirty times."

"Well, I'm not." Ciel said stubbornly, forcing himself off the ground, and crossing his arms, planting a look of defiance.

Tanaka smiled a little. "You may think you are fine. I will not push it further. But when you need other's, your friends I mean, to help you in any ways, you must know that they are here. And that they all do love you. So I am going to advise you, that you mustn't push them away, but instead, embrace them, and let them comfort you, and tend to your health."

Ciel rolled his eyes.

"Ciel, you look very tired. Perhaps you should rest. Or is that not it? Is it the pressure of holding back secretes? Or of holding back truth. Is it because you are trying so hard to convince yourself that you are fine, when in fact everyone around you can tell otherwise. It is not my place to pry any longer my lord. But the choice is yours." Tanaka sighed, and suddenly he wasn't himself anymore. "Ho, ho, ho..."

Ciel dropped his shoulders. "Well, my choice is still the same at the moment, Tanaka."

The young boy yawned and walked around the house, feeling as if he wanted to energize himself, to get away from the bad feeling in his gut, and the problem of being sick.

A couple of hours later, Sebastian found Ciel, and smiled at him. "It is time for Lunch."

Ciel miserably followed Sebastian. All his servants were waiting for him, just standing there.

"What is it?" Ciel wondered dully, sitting in his chair at the head of the table.

"We are all wondering..." Finny said gingerly.

"Are you fairing well?" Sebastian finished.

"Why would you think I'm not?" Ciel asked, waiting for Sebastian to serve him food.

"Well..." Baldroy started. "There in't many o' reasons..."

Suddenly, the three started stating facts about why "Young Master isn't well".

"We want to know master!" Finny prodded.

"Yes we do!"

"Yeah! We are servants in this house too! At least tell Sebastian!"

"Why?"

"You've known him for three years! You've known us for three years! We can help you!"

Ciel blinked. "Three...years..."

Is his past really bothering him again?

'Why does it keep coming back to haunt me!?' Ciel thought.

And suddenly he couldn't breathe. Memories flashed before his eyes. Of his parents. Of their deaths. Of his capture. Of his torture.

Ciel's uncovered eye got giant, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, before standing up quickly.

He stumbled over to Sebastian, and gripped his arm.

"My lord?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel finally lifted his hands to his throat, and fell to the floor, trying desperately to breath in. Trying to breathe. Trying to live.

But he wasn't doing a very good job...

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