It was any average day in London. People going to work and school, going on with their daily lives. The rain was pouring down like a waterfall. Right in the middle of London, there lies the manor house of the Phantomhive earldom. As the young master, Ciel Phantomhive gazes out his window, a thought flashed through his head.
A thought that nobody would ever imagine that such a young man like him would have ever thought about.
He saw the vision as clear as if it were going on at the very moment.
It was a thought that somebody was out to get him. A stranger, perhaps. The man's shilouette reminded Ciel of his wise butler, Sebastian Michaelis. The person looked like Sebastian, but he knew Sebastian wouldn't try to kill him.
Or no... maybe Sebastian never did like Ciel all along... but that would be impossible, right?
Ciel went to check on Sebastian just to make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious. He was scolding the servants, as expected.
"I'M SO SORRY SEBASTIAN, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" Mey-Rin cried. The clumsy maid with the red hair and the big glasses was always causing trouble at the manor. The one little crack in her glasses- what happens? Even more clumsiness.
Ciel batted his eyes open and shut, trying to focus on what really mattered.
Could that vision I saw be true? Would Sebastian really get me?
Ciel turned around and went back into his room. He turned his chair to face his big window. He counted all of the crows that flew by.
1...2...3...
He closed his eyes for a minute and thought about his vision.
Did that man in my thought really Sebastian? No, I'm just being paranoid. You know how odd imaginations can be.
"My Lord, I have your tea," Sebastian said, coming into his room.
Sebastian sat the tea on Ciel's table.
Ciel slowly picked up the cup and took a sip.
His mouth started to open.
He was about to say something.
Something important, perhaps.
Sebastian stood there, wondering why Ciel was randomly moving his mouth around.
"Umm My lord, is there something you need to say? If there is, just say it," Sebastian said.
Ciel looked down in despiration, ready to speak up.