A/N- For this story you w can envision Ciel at any age, but you may want to think of him as a bit older. Otherwise some of this could get a bit awkward. The girl is his age. I really could use all of the constructive criticism I can get so PLEASE comment if you have suggestions, if you like it, or if it is bad enough that you just want to hate on it (I really hope that doesn't happen though). I really hope you enjoy my story!
Light and Dark Alike
She was beautiful. Her light hair brushed the tops of her shoulders as she looked up at him. Her blue eyes, glittering like the ocean where the surface is lit by the sun, bore into him, filling him with a strange fear and longing. A longing to be near her. To protect her. To hold her in his arms. A fear that she would disappear like a wish of smoke. "Ciel." Her voice was like a soft, sweet music as it washed over him. The way she looked at him was odd. There was something mysterious about her, like she held a secret he felt he had to learn. "Ciel, please."
"Ciel! Wake up!" He woke confused to find that the girl was gone, and in her place was Sebastian. When he looked around he realized where he was. Lying in his bed in his private room.
"Are you alright young master? You look dazed," Sebastian said as he poured a fresh cup of tea. Earl Gray. He began helping Ciel ready for the day while he awaited a response.
"I'm fine," Ciel responded in a flat tone. "Strange dream that's all."
"May I ask what this dream was about my lord?"
"A girl." Seeing Sebastian's expression, he quickly added, "Just some girl I've never seen before. That's it!"
Sebastian finished buttoning his shirt before bowing low to the ground. "My apologies Master." He exited the room wearing a smirk on his lips.
-Black Butler-
Shortly after breakfast and morning tea, Ciel found himself in the carriage with Sebastian on his way to town. They were on their way to pick up his new walking stick. His favorite one had been destroyed by his clumsy servants.
Ciel gazed bored out the window. There were people rushing around the streets as usual for London. They were almost to the small shop when a specific person caught his eye. A girl about his age in a flowing white dress. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes. The girl from his dream. Curiosity and apprehension rose in his chest. "It's her," he whispered.
"Who? The girl from your dream, sir?" Sebastian looked out the window just as the girl caught sight of the carriage. She stared as it passed. "She is pretty, sir," Sebastian said and chuckled when Ciel hit him in response.
When he looked back, she was gone.