Okay, so this isn't quite as good as the other stuff I've written but I thought it was a good idea so I guess you'll just have to make do. Remember to R&R and if you have the time and happen to enjoy supernatural and gore, please feel free to visit my currently [14/07/2012] on-going multi-chapter fic "Midnight Prowl". Anyhoo, ON WITH THE STORY!

The gentle click of the door closing was un-naturally calming to the young earl of phantomhive. It meant he would have some time alone. Time where he could forget all his worries. Leave the stress and his title behind. Where no servants would be there to bother him and he could pretend that he was normal for just a few hours. Well... almost normal.

Striding gracefully and purposefully towards his wardrobe, he opens both doors with a large amount of dramatic emphasis. Falling softly to his knees, he pulled out a large yet inconspicuous box from beneath the piles of folded fabrics. It was lightweight and made of a thin card, a simple box that should attract the attention of no one. That was the particular reason why Ciel had bought this specific item.

There were obvious reasons why this purchase had to include some forms of 'lying'. For one, this object was not suitable for him, nor was it approvable by the public. Another was how it would not be acceptable for someone of his standard to be seen with such a thing. Unfortunately, the young Phantomhive could not help himself, and so, had passed it off as a gift. Whenever someone would ask of it, he would say how he had forgotten and had since disgarded of it. This was not the case, as we are now about to find out.

Placing the box carefully on the silken sheets of his bed, he hurried over to the door, listening carefully through the wood to ensure that no-one would be passing. To make sure he would not be caught. Returning to the edge of his bed, he reached out with a cautious hand and lifted the tan lid. A blush graced his cheeks as he pulled it from it's case.

The fabric slid softly over his smooth skin, fitting his frame like a glove, holding it's place like a second skin. No sound was made as the material rested on his thin hips, the trails tickling at his feminine ankles. The short sleeves gripped delicately onto his frail shoulders. Lithe fingers tangled in thick ribbon as the Earl braced himself. It was painful and difficult yet it had been chosen purely for it's ability to be tied by the wearer. Pulling as tightly as he could, Ciel could not help the muffled whimper that escaped his clenched teeth. After another few moments, the tightening was done and his experienced hands tied it swiftly into a neat bow. Dragging his hands down the front, he flattened out the cloth and let a small smile grace his lips.

Ripping open the bottom draw of his unit, he moved various papers until he found what he was looking for. A small case, cream in colour with a lock over the opening. Drawing the key from around his neck, he slid it into the lock and turned. A resounding click echoed through the large room and the lock fell to the floor. Tearing open the case, he pulled out the necessary items before slamming it shut as though he thought someone to be watching. His eyes scanned the room nervously before carefully eying the door. After concluding there was no-one there, he turned back to the products before lifting them and taking them with him to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, he opened all of the jars, tins and bottles, staring decisively at the palette set infront of him. Holding the pad in his hand, he dusted the light powder over his fair skin, spreading it out evenly. He pinched the small brush between both forefinger and thumb, he dipped it into a shimmery silver, sliding it over his eyelid with a practiced ease. A sky blue was then stroked across the outer corners, blending the two colours slightly. Closing one eye, he dragged the thin brush along the edges, a deep black line streaking after it. After repeating this with the other eye, he lifted the clear gel and dipped a perfectly manicured finger into it, spreading it across his plump lips.

The extentions were pulled slowly and gently from the box, so as not to tangle. They were then clipped evenly into his hair, just above the ears. A small black hat was placed carefully between the two groups of hair, deep blue flowers set into the surrounding area. He weaved the brush between the strands before walking back into the main room, picking up the black elbow gloves as he passed. Sliding them up his slender arms, he turned to face the full length mirror on the wall.

Staring back was a young girl, dressed in an elegant and flowing royal blue ballgown, the built-in corset giving the illusion of a slim hourglass figure. Flattering ribbons with miniature bows littered the dress and the soft fabrics beneath made it flutter as she twirled. The light blue hair fell down over pale shoulders in ringlets and dark flowers wove between the strands, leading up to the small black hat that adorned her head, lace drifting from the molded suede.

Cerulien eyes were traced with gentle tones and wide with a dark lining. One eye revealed the shining purple contract, as after all, no dignified woman would wear something so hideous... so sombre. The eye patch had been flung carelessly over the sheets. Her lips shimmered softly in the candle light and her pale skin looked as smooth as porcelain. Admiring the form in the mirror, the pink lips split into a rarely seen grin and a slight laugh echoed in the emptiness.

Soon after, the young mistress soon found herself giggling and twirling like a schoolgirl, eye's twinkling at the expensive fabric. Spinning faster, she let herself get lost in the moment. Forget the worry, forget the fear, forget the hate. Nothing beautiful should be filled with so much hate, and whilst in this form, that is exactly was Ciel was. A simple member of the human race, relishing in the delights of the world.

The smile fell from his face as he realised, he would have to go back soon. Back to the orphan, a lonely child trapped in a mansion as empty as his heart. The queen's guard dog, forced to bend to her beck and call for it was his duty. The boy, not even a teenager, who had sold his soul to a demon. Who had seen things no one his age should experience yet would forever be etched into his memory. Back to be Earl Ciel Phantomhive...

But until that moment came, he would let himself be free.

Sorry I managed to make a humor fic go depressing like that... I have that tendency. Anyway, I was thinking, 'maybe make this into a two-shot'. What do you guys think? Where Ciel's secret gets found out. And, if you're feeling all friendly, maybe you could suggest WHO finds it out... So... REVIEW!