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this is a new story that just popped into my head and i had to get down. Maybe you've seen the plot before, but I thought it fit very well here. So please review and tell me what you think! Reviews make me update faster and with longer chapters :)

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Ciel Phantomhive never lost a bet.

It was a chilly, mid fall day, the brightly colored leaves dancing to the ground as the cool wind pushed them off their perch on the large, cherry wood tree branches.

Planted on the ground, leaning on the trunk of the tree, Ciel sat with his book in his hand, sighing in annoyance as another leave landed on the creamy colored pages, blocking the words he was about to read. Strands of his bluish grey hair blew up with the breeze as his ocean blue eye, the one uncovered with the surgical eye patch, continued scanning the pages, mouth drawn in a tight line.

"You're such a nerd reading that, Ciel," said a voice from beside the young boy. "No wonder everyone at school avoids you."

Ciel closed his eye irritated, closing the thick book labeled Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe, a long drawn out sigh directed to the annoying blond who sat beside him, hovering over his shoulder. "I wish it was everyone, that way you wouldn't be here, Alois."

Alois let out a dramatic gasp, pulling away from the boy and giving a fake sniffle. "How can you say that Ciel? You and I have been best friends since preschool! You want to throw me away like some cheap whore just like that?"

"We aren't even friends. You've attached yourself to my hip on your own accord."

"God I hate you Ciel," Alois growled, glaring at the boy before leaning back on the tree and staring up at the sky that was the same hue as his eyes. It was silent for a few moments before the blond looked back over at the boy. "So what do you think of high school so far?"

Once again, Ciel closed his book. "I thought you hated me," he mumbled, causing Alois to giggle.

"I do hate you. I despise you in fact, and if I could I'd kill you for being such a jerk. But we're friends, like I said earlier, so I won't." he gave an innocent smile and a small giggle that only made Ciel shudder and question this boy's sanity over and over again. Finally, he shook his head and set the book down on the grass beside him, smoothing out the folds in his sweater.

"It's just another school but with more immature people. It's no big deal."

Alois pouted. "You haven't gotten beat up yet?" he asked, voice laces with disappointment. Ciel growled.

"I think you're the one that needs to get beat up," he retaliated, causing the boy to giggle again.

"Silly Ciel! No one beats up sophomores! Freshman, on the other hand, are fresh meat." A smirk came onto the sadistic male's face. "Seniors pounce on the underclassmen like wild dogs in heat, I swear, if you're a girl to date, if you're a boy to beat the crap out of. Pigs."

Ciel scoffed. "High school is nothing like that. The most I've seen so far is some unfortunate kid getting pansed, and a senior girl flirting with a freshman. No one's gotten beat up."

"Shut the crap up Ciel! I'm trying to scare you!" Alois yelled, glaring at the boy and scooting closer, though never touching him.

Yes, Ciel Phantomhive didn't like to be touched, and Alois had learned that the hard way.

"Yes, well, you suck at it." Ciel replied, and the blond growled, defeated.

"With your lame attitude, I wouldn't doubt it if a senior already wants to beat you up."

"Seniors just don't go around beating up their juniors, you know. In fact, there are a few seniors in my Study Hall and they all seem…agreeable," he finished the last part with uncertainty because Ciel really didn't like people in the first place, and he had never actually talked to any of the upperclassman before, not really caring to.

Alois grinned. "I've seen your study hall class, you lucky boy!" He said. "Claude Faustus is in it and he's downright sexy."

Ciel choked on his spit. "W-What? You creep!" he said disgustedly. He couldn't remember the face of the guy, just the raven colored hair and stern expression, so he really had no proof to deny whether he was or wasn't, but that wasn't the issue. "He's a male."

Alois laughed. "You're lucky none of his fan club members are around to hear you say that, you wouldn't live to see tomorrow. Besides, so what if he's a dude? These days, gender is overrated. The only thing to worry about is where the man sticks his—"

"Alois, shut up," Ciel growled, face bright red. "I really don't want to hear this coming from you."

"Baby," Alois teased, causing the shorter male to glare. "And isn't Sebastian Michaelis in your class too?"

The blue haired boy raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Sebastian Michaelis. He has red eyes, black hair, pale, though not as pale as you of course," he said the last part with a smirk, "and he's sexy too. I wouldn't mind being taken by both him and—"

"You're a sophomore, stop saying such things," Ciel sighed, stomach queasy. "I still don't remember. It's only been a week since school started."

Alois rolled his eyes. "Yeah well, I memorized all the important faces before school even started when I was a freshman."

"It's because you're a creep." He ignored the glare the blond was shooting him and checked his watch. "Anyways, I better be going, it's getting cold and I don't want my asthma to act up. See you, creep," he said, standing up and grabbing his book, walking away from the tree. Alois growled, standing up and following him.

"I don't like your attitude, Ciel," he growled. "High school is the time for fun, so loosen up and enjoy it! Don't be such a wallflower."

"Shut up," Ciel replied. "And stop following me."

"Wanna make a bet?" the blond asked his opposite 'friend'. Ciel froze in place, making Alois smile. He knew how Ciel worked.

Ciel turned around, and ocean blue orbs locked onto sky blue ones. Truly, Ciel and Alois were opposite in every way; eye color (his were like the ocean, deep and low, while Alois's were like the sky, high and bright), hair color, personalities, clothes, it was a wonder that they were friends (though Ciel disagreed to this term, Alois didn't).

"What kind of bet?" Ciel asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. Alois beamed.

"I bet you can't get Claude's phone number tomorrow in study hall."

"No," Ciel said instantly, continuing walking down the grassy path of the park towards the sidewalk. "You creep, you probably only want it for yourself anyways."

Alois smirked, running his tongue over his lips. "I already have it. I want to see if you can get over your social awkwardness and get it yourself."

"No, I can't just walk up to him and ask for his number, he'll think I'm a freak."

"Everyone already thinks you're a freak. An adorable, beautiful, girly looking freak, of course that's mostly what girls say. I think they're jealous of you, actually."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "I don't care what they think, I'm not doing it."

"If you get it I'll leave you alone for a month. It's not like you have to become friends with the guy, just get his number."

Once again, Ciel froze. Alois leaving him alone for a whole month seemed awfully tempting… "Uh… no…I don't—"

"So Ciel admits he likes being in my company? How disgusting, its cute," he laughed, and Ciel growled.

"No! How can anyone stand being in your company?" he asked, clenching the spine of the thick book in his arms. "Fine, I'll do it."

"That's the spirit!" He said happily. "However, if you can't get it tomorrow then I can make you do whatever I want."

"Keep it PG," Ciel growled, and Alois gasped.

"Ciel! You filthy pig! Keep your mind out of the gutter!" he then broke out into a fit of giggles, shifting his weight from one foot to another excitedly. "I didn't think you were that way! Besides, you're not my type anyways, so don't get your hopes up."

Ciel blushed a crimson red. "You idiot! I wasn't insinuating that! I just know how you are! Shut up!"

Alois gave another giggle, waving his hand to calm the boy down. "Relax, I was kidding." He smirked. "that blush on your face really is cute, though. Those filthy whores at school were right—you are a beautiful boy. Almost like a girl," he laughed as Ciel scowled and blushed harder, turning away.

"You freak. I'm leaving now," he said. Alois brightened.

"Okay! See you tomorrow!" he waved, stopping and turning in the opposite direction to walk to his house.

Ciel sighed as his feet crunched the gravel beneath him. He really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.

Ciel sat in study hall, pondering to himself how he got into this situation. If he didn't let Alois get to him, then he could be focusing on studying or writing, or even sketching in his sketch book. He loved anything artistic, like music, writing, and art, anything that gave him freedom to express himself in ways that he couldn't normally.

It was true; in school Ciel was considered a social outcast, finding people quite disagreeable. He never talked to anyone, joined in on laughter when someone said a joke, raised his hand to answer questions in class, or responded to people when they started to make a conversation with him. He was like that in middle school, so of course it would carry on into high school. Heck, it's been that way since the day his parents died during his last year of elementary school.

Turning his gaze from the white board for perhaps the second time since school began, Ciel scanned the classroom of noisy students in search of his target. He had half an hour to work his magic and get that number without looking like a Claude fanboy or a freak. Then again, they were the same thing.

Surprisingly enough, Claude was easy to locate thanks to the flamboyantly accessorized girl with long, bright red hair laughing hysterically from beside him.

At Funtum High, uniforms were worn. This consisted of your choice of a cobalt blue, golden yellow, forest green, crimson red, violet, or pink and black striped tie (for males—females wore bows), the option (depending on the season) of the black blazer with the chosen color trim, or the long sleeved or short sleeved cardigans with the same trim, and black slacks (the females get mid thigh, black and their chosen color plaid skirts and black knee high socks). They were standard, however you could wear them how you liked as long as it was school appropriate.

However, when Ciel approached the two, weaving in between desks and ignoring the shocked looks from his classmates, he noticed that the red headed girl was in fact a male by the tone of his voice, and that there was nothing standard about the way he wore the combination of the female's uniform and the male's.

Instantly, he stopped laughing and turned his gaze from Claude who sat there looking less than interested, crimson eyes focused straight ahead yet turning slightly when he saw Ciel approach, his face was resting on his pale hand, long thin fingers intwined with the long locks of raven hair framing his thin face. He wore the red and black version of the uniform, the crimson red matching the intense orbs perfectly. His blazer was unbuttoned, revealing the white button up shirt underneath, and the tie was loosened.

"Well, a freshman has come to talk to us," the redheaded not-female said, a grin coming on his face and Ciel's gaze instantly fell to the sharp, pointed teeth protruding out of his mouth like a shark. "And a cute one, at that."

The blue-eyed boy wanted to ask why this guy wore a bow instead of a tie, but didn't, wanting to be polite to get the information he needed. Mentally, he sucked in a breath, fighting his nerves, as outwardly he appeared confident and sure.

"Hi," he said. After a few seconds of silence he mentally slapped himself. That was a very stupid way to start a conversation. He could practically feel his cheeks burning as he tried to regain his composure. "M-My name is Ciel." Crap, he stuttered. He must look like an idiot.

The red head turned towards the raven haired male, who was now sitting up and watching the freshman curiously, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "Hey Bassy, looks like you got another fan boy," he mused, the predator-like smirk deepening. "I'm jealous!"

Ciel's mouth fell open. "I'm not a fan boy!" He almost shouted. "Don't say that!"

"Oh, are you Claude's then? Coming to check out the competition?" the red head asked again, his emerald eyes scanning the room before resting in one spot. Ciel turned with confusion to see another raven haired male sitting, a few people surrounding him and talking, the scowl on his face as piercing golden eyes rolled in irritation.

The scowl. How could Ciel have forgotten that part? This meant that this guy that Ciel put all his effort into talking to wasn't who he should have been talking to.

"Claude?" he asked to himself and turned back to look at the other raven haired male. His face felt even redder. "No, I—I mean, I didn't—I'm not," he couldn't explain why he approached them, that would make him look like a jerk.

He was losing control of this situation quickly, something that he never allowed to happen. He was Ciel Phantomhive, things like this didn't happen.

Luckily for him, the bell rang at that moment, giving him a boost of confidence to put his cold demeanor back on, sturdy his form and straighten his posture, calm his nerves and put on an uninterested look. "I was just coming to say hello. If you want to take me for a sick fan whatever, then you obviously need to pay attention in school and learn a thing or two about taste."

He finished the last part with a deeper frown, turning on his heels away from the seemingly interested raven haired man and his now fuming companion. It was possible he just made a few enemies of the senior class, but to Ciel, pride was much more important.

He actually felt pretty good with the way things were left off, until his heart sank when he realized he still didn't obtain the little thing he dared to come in contact with people for.

Claude's phone number.

"Oh I knew you couldn't get it, you bet-losing little boy!" Alois giggled as the two met under their usual tree during lunch break. Ciel didn't eat anything while Alois held a hamburger they were serving in his hand.

Ciel scoffed. "It's not like I didn't try, I could have gotten it but I talked to the wrong person. That guy with red eyes you mentioned—well, he didn't talk, his friend sure does though."

Alois laughed even harder, his laughter soon turning to choking as he pounded his fist onto his chest to dislodge the bite of hamburger. When he was finished he resumed laughing. "How can you get those two mixed up? They're enemies! It's all too rich! If you told either one of them that they'd kill you!" At his point, the blond was rolling on the ground, His loosened, violet and black striped tie getting spots of dirt on it as he did so, along with the white sleeves of his button up shirt.

Ciel was blushing incredibly hard now, crossing his arms and leaning against the tree. "Are you finished?" he asked, and slowly the laughter died down until it was just an occasional chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm finished, I think. I was just thinking about how great you'd look in a dress." He began chuckling some more.

Ciel raised an eyebrow. "Creep. Why would you be thinking that?" he asked.

Alois sat up from his spot on the ground, the hamburger completely disregarded as it sat there on the ground beside him, a sinister look donning his face.

"Because, Ciel, as the winner of the bet, I want you to dress like a girl for a day."

Ciel froze in mid yell.

Clearly he hadn't heard correctly. "W-what?" he asked, relaxing his features.

Alois took pleasure in the reaction he received. "I figured, what better way to compliment your girly, beautiful features then to dress as a girl?"

"No way," Ciel gasped, face heating up again. "You're still making me do that bet? I told you I talked to the wrong person, it's not fair!" he was glaring at the blond with all his might now, hands clenching at his sides as he stood up to tower over the giggling teen.

"A bet's a bet. It's not my fault you talked to Sebastian instead," he began giggling furiously now, the recollection of learning Ciel's mistake filling his mind. "That's too great! You mix them up!"

He fell over laughing, leaving a dumbfounded Ciel standing there.

Ciel never went back on bets. Then again, he never lost one before.

Sighing in defeat, he coughed nervously and frowned. "Fine, whatever, I'll do it on one condition."

Alois perked up. "Really? What?"

"It's not at school," Ciel replied, and Alois eagerly agreed.

"No problem! Tomorrow then, we'll go to the mall since it's Saturday. Okay?"

Ciel growled. "I hate you," he mumbled, sitting back down on the grass. Alois beamed.

"I hate you too, now shut up. Your voice is bothering me," he giggled, and Ciel shook his head.

If anyone recognized him, he'd never live it down.

"Oh wow, you have a beautiful body! Such nice legs, perfect for a skirt~"

Ciel wasn't sure whether to be happy or offended with the statement as he allowed Nina Hopkins, a woman his mother worked with in the fashion industry, to scan her line of clothes Ciel had asked her to bring over. Ever since Ciel was little, the woman had wanted to put him in a dress. And now that she was offered the chance, she wouldn't let it go.

"Uh, thanks," Ciel replied with a blush as Alois busted out laughing from his seat against the wall of the den. Ciel was standing wearing nothing but a white tee shirt and his boxers so that Nina could see his measurements and pick out the right outfit.

"I wish I had your body when I was your age," the woman sighed. "Is there a specific style you want? Punk? Lolita?" she asked, and Ciel stared at her blankly. He knew what punk was, but what the heck was Lolita?

"You choose," he said at last, and Nina squealed.

"Let's go with Lolita but with a touch of black. You're young, so I think pink would compliment it well. Or maybe red plaid. Oh the choices!"

"I'm thirteen, I'm not that young," he mumbled, though he was a year younger than all his classmates due to skipping a grade in middle school.

Nina turned around and reached into her trunk of goodies, squealing every few seconds, and the next think Ciel knew was that his clothes, boxers and all, were ripped off and within another two seconds he was dressed head to toe in frills.

"OH HOW CUTE!" Nina screamed, hugging the boy.

"What? Wait, let me see," he growled, stomping off towards the body mirror Nina brought.

A puffy, pink blouse with black frilly trim around the collar and the ends of the long, silky and puffy sleeves was hanging below his shoulders, revealing his pale collarbone and features. Black buttons went down the front, and a two white ribbons were on each of his sides and on the parts that rested on his shoulders. He wore black, puffy shorts that came down to a little before his fingertips, matching white bows on them as well. He had black and white mid thigh striped socks with a white bow in the outside of each one. He wore a pink and black choker and black gloves.

Another thing he failed to notice at first was the two pig tails resting on top of his head.

For a second, he forgot he was looking at himself, and instead, staring at a girl who somewhat resembled him.

Speechless, he turned towards Alois who stood up from his chair, gaping at him like a fish out of water.

"C-Ciel…" he managed to say, but that was all. Suddenly, the blue haired boy felt very self conscious, and reached up to brush his fingers through his bangs when he realized he wasn't wearing an eyepatch either, his bangs being the only thing concealing his eye.

"Where's—" he started in surprise when Nina shook her head.

"I took it off. You can't wear it or else everyone will know who you are."

Ciel felt angry for a few seconds before realizing she was right. Frowning slightly, he placed his pale hand over his covered eye, touching it gently. Memories came flooding into him and he sighed. "As long as no one can see it…it's fine," he said.

"Ciel, I don't think I've ever seen a girl as cute as you before." Alois grinned, getting closer to the teen. "You put those whores at school to shame! Heck, you put them to shame as a boy but that's beside the point!"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Ciel once again didn't know if he should thank Alois or punch him.

"After today, we will never speak of this again," the boy turned girl said darkly, turning towards Nina who was snapping pictures of him with her phone. "Thank you Nina, that will be all."

Nina grinned, flipping her curly ponytail with her hand. "No problem! I'll leave the rest of the clothes here in case you want to dress up more," she giggled, and Ciel glowered and brushed past Alois.

"Trust me, that won't be necessary. Now let's get this over with, Trancy," he said, venom dripping from his voice.

Alois all to happily obliged.

Ciel ignored the stares and whispers he received the second he stepped through the sliding doors. He got them all the time normally, but because he was a girl now Ciel felt nervous. Did they know who he was? Could they see through his disguise?

"Where do you want to go?" Alois asked happily, completely oblivious to the anxiety his friend felt. Ciel glared.

"I wanted to go to the bookstore, you can go wherever," the wigged boy replied, and Alois frowned.

"Don't be so nerdy, Ciel. Dressed like that, you want to go to a place where nerds gather?"

"Like I said, I'm going to the book store, you can go wherever. The bet didn't say anything about us having to stay together."

Sighing, Alois waved him off. "Whatever, go be a nerd," he said, walking off. "I'll catch you here in a bit."

Ciel growled and shook his head, turning and walking towards the shop.

The bookstore was actually a very special place to Ciel. He could recall the times he and his father came down here to shop and would spend hours just standing around, reading books. It was also where he bought his first sketch book, the day before the accident.

Shaking his head, Ciel gave a polite smile to the boys who stood around eating ice cream, following him with their eyes. Everyone had said that Ciel was attractive, but this was ridiculous.

He walked into the store, the smell of leather and ink greeting him happily. Shelves lined the walls, filled the floor, and if there weren't shelves then tables holding books were placed throughout the area. Different sections were labeled, from animals, to history, to travel, to manga, to everything. It was wonderful.

Instinctively, Ciel walked towards the history section. It was one of his favorites, and what made it better was that it was beside the wall with the sketchbooks. He scanned the shelves, his gloved hand grazing the cover of a book about pyramids on it. A small smile came to his lips as he thought of how back then he would stare at those pyramids with wonder in his eyes, amazement, while his father read about England and the previous queens.

A jingle of keys filled his ear as a man brushed past him, stopping just a few feet away in front of the books about Medieval myths and beliefs. Turning his head slightly, Ciel almost gasped when he saw the guy from study hall yesterday, the one he mistook for Claude.

Sebastian, Ciel remembered and froze. As if knowing he was being thought about, Sebastian turned towards the boy, crimson eyes darting up and down as a smile was on his face. One side of his long raven hair was pulled behind his ear, giving him the appearance of being older. His pale features were completely focused on Ciel, and the boy couldn't help but notice that his classmate was extremely attractive.

"Haven't we met before?" Sebastian asked, and instantly Ciel's breath hitched, his heart stopped, and his hand fell from the pyramid book and rested down at his side.

My life is over.

"I-I don't think we have," Ciel spat out in his most normal, girlish voice he could master. It didn't sound too bad in his opinion either.

Sebastian smirked and crossed his arms, straightening out his posture. "I'm pretty sure we have—"

I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed.

"—I think I'd remember one as beautiful as yourself."

Ciel froze. "What?" he asked quietly, looking up at the man slightly.

Sebastian smiled. "I was trying a pick up line, but I guess I failed miserably." He chuckled and ran his slender fingers through his black locks. "I suppose that's what I get for listening to Grell." He looked down at the 'girl'. "You do look familiar, however…" he said, trailing off.

Ciel had to think quick, lest the taller teen figure out who he was. His heart was still racing from the line Sebastian said a few moments ago. He thought his cover was blown!

But… a pick up line? From him? The thought made him blush. He's never been told one before to his face, and actually hearing it was very embarrassing. "Ah, uh, you must be thinking of…my brother. Ciel Phantomhive?" he asked, mentally punching himself. He was digging a whole—a grave to be exact, and he was going to get buried with his lies, he could feel it already.

Sebastian perked up at hearing that. "Ah yes, Ciel Phantomhive. The freshman I met yesterday. You are twins?" he asked, and Ciel nodded.

"Ah, yes… I'm the older twin. My name is…Skye. Skye Phantomhive." He smiled.

"Clever," Sebastian mused. "Ciel is French for sky, is it not?" he asked, and 'Skye' nodded, a bit taken aback.

"You speak French?" he asked, and Sebastian smiled.

"A bit, my family used to travel around Europe and I've picked up a few things. Parlez-vous français, Mademoiselle?" he asked, accent perfect. Ciel couldn't help but smile.

"Oui. Il n y a pas beaucoup des personnes qui parlez français, n'est pas?"

Sebastian started chuckling and Ciel smiled. It truly was hard to find literate people these days.

"I'm impressed," Sebastian said. "By your appearance and your age, I never would have guessed you would be the kind of person who would go near a book store or speak French."

Ciel huffed. "I'm thirteen, I'm not that young. And I should say the same about you," he retaliated, earning another chuckle. After all, the older male was wearing a black hooded cardigan with a white button up shirt on underneath, the first few buttons left undone, with dark blue jeans with keys hanging off a loop on his pants and black converse shoes on.

"I suppose that's true," he agreed. "It's probably even more difficult to picture two people like us in the history section, right?" he mused, and Ciel chuckled.

"Yes. My…brother…used to come here with our father all the time and look at these books. Personally, I liked the pyramid ones the best," he smiled. Sebastian nodded.

"That sounds like a nice memory to have," he said, looking over on the shelf and pulling a book off. "I like the Medieval books the best. Very fascinating. Did you know that they thought mental illness was a sign of demon possession?" he smirked. "They were fools, yet we still look back at those days to learn from them."

Ciel watched with silent fascination as the raven haired male flipped through the pages and smiled. He didn't know Sebastian personally, but now he could see that he was very smart, had good taste, and they had a lot in common.

"That does seem like something you'd be interested in," Ciel said before looking over at the clock on the wall. He had been in there for over an hour. No doubt Alois was looking for him. "Ah, it's late. I should probably get going, I need to find my…friend." He said the last part with a shiver going down his spine. Now his tongue had a bad taste on it.

"Already?" Sebastian asked, his smile turning into a frown. "Would you like to go get something to eat?"

Ciel felt his face heat up. A part of him wanted to accept, but he couldn't. Even though he looked like a girl, he was a boy. Sebastian was a boy. And if something happened and Sebastian found out who he was… "No thank you, I'm not hungry." He said, offering a smile. It was hard, his cheeks hurt after a few seconds of it. He wasn't used to smiling anymore, not after they died.

But that was Ciel Phantomhive, this was his twin sister Skye.

"Oh, that's too bad," Sebastian said, sounding disappointed. "You are the most fascinating conversation I've had in a long while."

Ciel felt his heart thump but ignored it, giving another smile. "Sorry, maybe next time," he said.

Too bad he couldn't take it back.

"So there's a next time?" the taller male asked, a smirk coming to his lips. Ciel gasped.

"Ah! Oh, maybe…" he said, bowing his head down.

Crap, I messed up. I screwed myself over. Heck, I screwed myself when I agreed to Alois's bet.

"I am glad," Sebastian smiled, taking Ciel's hand into his own. "I look forward to talking with you again, ma amour."

The last part made Ciel's face turn a shade darker, and he hurriedly nodded in reply, turning on his heel and rushing out of the shop.

He was angry, confused, nervous, and…happy?

Inside, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. He had finally met someone intelligent worth talking to, so it's no wonder he was happy. Ciel did feel a little guilty, however, because in reality he had no plans of dressing up like this ever again.

Oh well, chances were, Sebastian would forget all about this. The thought made the blue eyed boy a little sad, but he shrugged. It couldn't be helped. Besides, he really was a nobody, it would be better that way.

"Ciel Phantomhive," a voice said from beside said boy. It was Monday now, the events from Saturday nothing but a memory. A very vivid memory that replayed in Ciel's mind every moment he got free time to think. Ciel turned to see Sebastian standing beside him, arms stick straight at his sides as the ruby red orbs peered down on him. Ciel's stomach flipped, thinking that Sebastian had somehow figured out what happened and came to beat him up.

Great, Alois is getting to me, he thought bitterly as he mentally calmed himself down.

"What?" he asked boredly, resting his head on his propped up arm.

"I met her. Skye, your sister."

Ciel's mouth gaped open slightly but he quickly closed it. "Okay?" he said, raising an eyebrow, relief rushing through him. Sebastian didn't say anything for a few seconds, his eyes wandering from the boy to the rest of the noisy class.

"I want to meet her again."

Crap.