White against White

All Sebastian and Ciel could see was white among white, the cage that was painted black held so many feathers of white and within them was something, but whatever it was, was so white it blended into the very potent shade, all they could see were the pinkish eyes staring outwards at them. In a moment however the eyes faded away, as Sebastian pulled the bars open. Ciel had seen many weird looking things in here, a cat crossed with a lizard, a monkey crossed with who knows what, and a two headed snake, but he worried what lay behind such a large cage. Sebastian stepped within the white and everything faded to black, except for one lone thing. A girl.

Dressed in a white shirt much to large for her, and a pair of white lace up boots sat a girl, her white hair tousled and thrown in many different directions, the waves had nearly been lost among the mess. Truthfully she had white skin, it was not a cream or next to milky colour, it was the colour of snow, her lips were peach, but her hair had grown out so much it covered almost all of her face, she seemed unable to walk.

"What are you doing!?" Looking up it was Lord Senfried.

The queen suspected him of a kidnapping and so Ciel went to investigate him, of course this girl might be the one who went missing but none of the children that went missing, had white hair, or pink eyes, or white skin.

"Get away from my daughter!" he cried rushing for the girl "what do you want, you are Lord Phantomhive correct?"

Sebastian stepped back, he now stood beside Ciel "please, leave us alone. My daughter is ill as you can see, I haven't done anything, I'm just trying to find a way to cure her."

Ciel was listening and looking at the doctor, but it was Sebastian's eyes that haunted over the girl, she looked at him over the man's shoulder. Pleading silently to be saved, even her free hand which was not being crushed between the two bodies was reaching forward. Sebastian very gingerly wanted to reach for it and so he did. He took it kindly between his gloved finger and pushed aside the man picking her up with a quick and gentle pull, so gentle she didn't even feel it. Sebastian then was beside Ciel once more.

"A cage, a dark room, different experiments on other things, that is not a cure." He said "sunlight, freedom, food, and love is the best cure you could give, this however is punishment worse than even death itself."

Ciel was fearing for the girl, as the cage was cleared of feathers beneath it was that very symbol drawn while he was trapped. He felt the fear, anger, hate, and utter hysteria creep into his mouth as it gaped and moved but no words fell.

Until "burn, everything, burn it all, just destroy this place."

He looked to Sebastian and the girl, her eyes looked pleading; she was not lifeless "Sebastian this is an order, save her and burn everything."

"Yes My Lord" he said pulling her closer so she wouldn't see as he removed his glove and fire began to spiral around himself and Ciel.

Estel could feel the heat around her, but she dare not look up. When the cold hit her back she could feel an unfamiliar feeling, daring to open her eyes she was greeted with the unfamiliar. Sebastian was still holding her but her head was turned outward to the forest surrounding the house she had never seen. Sebastian couldn't see her eyes but he knew there direction, he set her down on her feet but she immediately collapsed, he caught her before she hit the ground.

"It would appear the excessive years of remaining in that cage she is unable to walk, she seems to be unable to speak due to no education and I do not believe she was truly one of the homeless children who had gone missing."

Ciel nodded "you, what is your name?"

He knew she at least had to have had one, and probably had picked up on the term. She didn't respond.

He furrowed his brown, then pointed to himself "Ciel" then to Sebastian "Sebastian."

She seemed to get it, because she pointed to herself "Es-Es-Est-Estel" she finally managed out.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, it was cracked, dried, and yet utterly sweet to Sebastian's ears. She looked to be around sixteen, at the youngest; eighteen was the oldest he would go to assume her age.

"Very well Estel, you are reborn today, you will see the sun, you will learn to speak, you will be alive, do you understand?"

She gave him a confused look, of course this caused Sebastian to chuckled as he properly picked her up and they began their short walk to the carriage. She clung to Sebastian's jacket as she could smell his scent, without any ability to describe it, the best she could do was sweet, with a hint of bitterness. She felt that need to sleep, but dare not close her eyes and allow it.

Sebastian on the other hand had no problem carrying her, the only issues he knew he was going to have was he would be the one teaching her everything, he knew Ciel wouldn't trust the three idiots back at the mansion and Ciel himself was still learning. Sebastian looked down at her, she needed a bath, a haircut, definitely a check up, and most certainly a wardrobe. He would be busy for a while or so it would seem.


As they arrived Ciel ordered him to prepare a bath for her, and to get him ready for bed. Of course the second task was finished pretty quickly since Ciel was feeling exhausted, the first one was done, but getting her in the tub was the problem. She was so unfamiliar to her surroundings and terrified of them as well that it made it hard to get her into the water filled basin.

"Come now, it isn't to hurt you." She clung to the curtains unsure, it would seem she had never taken a bath like this.

He stepped towards her, he had to undress her and then bathe her, Meyrin would have surely boiled the girl or her utterly loud and very forward nature would have scared the girl into a heart attack. When she finally crawled into the bathroom he closed the doors, he then reached for the laces on the boots, she launched herself backwards.

"Miss I must undress you, you can't bathe while in clothes."

He wasn't irritated just rather frustrated, he knew this may take a while and he had nothing else to do, he just wished he didn't have to deal with this. She was curled in the corner. He decided to set her at ease and took a seat on the wooden chair where his tail coat rested, and tied back his hair and looked at her.

"Estel" she looked up, her ears responding to the familiar sound "I don't want to hurt you, but I must bathe you."

He said that more to himself than to her. He rested his head in his hands while his elbows stayed up by pressing to his knees. She crawled towards him, silently, no without any sound she was before him, her hands touched his face. He looked up at her, her bangs still in her eyes so he couldn't see the pinkish irises. She then sat on the ground and removed her boots. Then she handed them to him. He smiled, she probably assumed he wanted her boots alone, he then pointed to the shirt. Probably due to being uneducated she didn't understand that he was a man and she was a woman, nonetheless she removed the very large garment. Sebastian could see that even beneath the shirt her skin was still white, she had small breasts compared to most woman, and she had small hips, her stomach was flat, and her back had gained the curves and arch of a woman. Luckily the lord was previously imprisoning her had thought to give her underwear. He assumed this would at least do and so he picked her up. The feel of his hands on her made her squeak. He set her down in the tub and she began to stare in wonder, fear and every other emotion she could possible think of as the water surrounded her body. Sebastian could already see the dirt lifting off her skin and the white was made to be even brighter. He took a clothe and began to rub soap gently onto her skin.

At the feeling of his caring and gentle ministrations she relaxed "Estel, who am I?"

He asked wondering how well she could remember things "Sebastian" she said softly.

He would have to prepare food for her, she would need something light, nothing heavy or rich otherwise she would be sick; he pondered on the idea while cleaning her fingers, she had such slender fingers. He finally settled on tomato soup and a scone, light, simple, and easy; the only thing was how easy was it going to be to get her to eat.

"Sebastian" she said again, her finally noticed she was holding the bubbles in her hand, she giggled as she poked them, though they didn't pop when one finally did she squeaked again, surprised by the sudden discovery that bubbles were fragile. He laughed at her discovery and she giggled too, he then finished bathing her, removing her from the bath and drying her while she sat in the chair. He had chosen another white shirt for her and a new pair of undergarments, since the one she wore were already soaked.

Stepping back in he handed her the clothes, she seemed to know what to do, of course she struggled a little with her shoes. Helping her tied up the laces, he then went to pick her up to take her down to the kitchen but stopped. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet of which she almost collapsed on had he not been holding her hands. She struggled as he took a step backwards, she had to copy with the same foot only forward. He smiled as she seemed to be getting the hang of it, despite the perplexed look she made. Surprised by her first attempt she felt one hand fall to her side, Sebastian had let go and she was panicking. She continued to try and moved until she forgot or never noticed that Sebastian had let her hand go.

"That's it" he said praising her progress.

She finally realized she was on her own and immediately she tried to clumsily walk back to Sebastian, he smiled. She was dependent, well she was practically a newborn, he smiled and took her hands which were extending and she walked straight into his embrace. He would treat her kindly, only to scold her when she did bad things, but now was time to eat and he dare not let her try to walk down the stairs yet, so he picked her up and carried her down the steps and into the quiet kitchen, of course a corner of it had a burn mark from Bard's attempt with a flamethrower.

"Now my dear, I shall make something for you before you are put to bed" she didn't respond, not even having a clue to what he said aside from bed.

He was quick in preparing the soup and in no time a small bowl was before her, a spoon set beside the bowl and a scone on a small plate.

She picked the spoon up clumsily, her fingers having such weak grip dropped it four times before finally getting a hold of it and taking the soup to her mouth, she seemed to enjoy it and ate it feverishly, like it would disappear. He smiled as she finished the soup and scone with the most atrocious table manners.

"There, now time for bed" she looked at him as he stood, taking the dished to the sink.

She extended her hands for him and he smiled, taking them and hoisting her into his arms, and carried her to bed. She of course fell asleep before even reaching the room. Ciel had given him one last order, to watch if she had nightmares, of course she seemed to toss and turn, her eyes squeezed every now and then, but for the most part she slept silently her hands tucked under her head, her legs curled up tight and her hair fanning around her head. Estel, was sound asleep as Sebastian silently read a book while sitting in a chair watching her.