You loved New Years. A new year. 2015. But right now you had to get your ass to work otherwise you'd be late. This morning wasn't supposed to be unusual. On a normal week day your day was this: You would get up to the sound of your alarm clock. Beep-Beep. Beep- Beep. Then you'd be hauling yourself out of bed before padding to the kitchen in some health hazard fluffy slippers. Pouring yourself some cereal and a glass of juice, you'd gaze out the window and eye the neighbor's cat wearily. Then you'd slip on your clothes, brush your teeth and get the train to work.

But this morning? Completely out of the ordinary, even for you. You woke up an hour late. You stared, bewildered at the alarm clock. It had stopped working during the night. You hissed and kicked the covers back, scrambling out of the bed. You dashed to the kitchen and shoved some dry toast in your mouth. A crow glared at you and pecked at the window before flying off. You yanked on your clothes, quickly brushed your teeth and then sprinted for the train. Which you missed.

You swore so loudly that a group of old ladies tutted at you. You leaned against the rails and bit your lip so hard, you could taste blood. You glanced around at any other familiar face. Then you mentally cursed yourself. You could remember all the people who took your train. They would have long already been on it, not having a shitty clock. You still glanced around though. Two skiving kids, on their way into London. That tutting group of grannies. A grey looking woman with a tiny poodle on a worn leash. A man, looking keenly at a magazine, briefcase on lap and a cigarette hanging out of his lower lip.

And a boy... Or a man. He had such a timeless face. Navy Blue, near Black hair framed his face and fluttered messily in the wind. His pale skin contrasted with the weird, black eye patch on his right eye. His mouth had a permanent scowl and his ear had a piercing. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, head turned against the wind.

Another train screamed itself into stopping and you hurriedly got on, not wanting to be anymore late than you already were. The train was packed with people, loud people. You squeezed yourself into a corner, feeling slightly claustrophobic. A not-so-gentle shove pushed you forward into someone... And that someone was the man-boy you saw earlier. You glanced at who had shoved you but he just turned up his black collar and smirked at you. His red eyes shone as he turned away and pushed through the crowd.

"Do you mind?" The man-boy snapped at you.

Your face heated up and you stammered. Quickly pulling yourself together, you answered his mean look with a sizzling glare.

"Well, excuse me. I just got pushed by that weirdo!" You snapped, jerking your head in the direction that the tall man went.

The boy glanced towards him, eyes widening. Then his gaze went back to you, before quickly looking you up and down and then resting
on your face. You didn't really think yourself as pretty even though many said otherwise. The boy quickly gave a more polite tone.

"Excuse me, madame. Simply misunderstanding. I hope he didn't hurt you." The boy gave you a heart melting smile and took your hand, placing a quick kiss on it.

His tone was old fashioned, polite and yet, as other people would find it snobby and up-the-ass, you found it quite cute. And the kiss on the hand was a bonus.

"Uh... I-I'm okay. Sorry." You said, staring.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ciel Phantomhive." He said, smirking.

"Uh... Hi Ciel. I'm (Y/N)" You said, feeling awkward.

"Just (Y/N)? No surname?" Ciel gave a arrogant smirk, that made you blush.

"I do have one, but I don't like it."

"Well, Just (Y/N), allow me to make it up to you for talking to you so ghastly." Ciel said, mouth twitching. "I shall invite you to have tea with me."

"So will you?" You said, without thinking.

"What?" Ciel said, caught off guard.

"'I Shall' means 'I will'...S-So you basically just said 'I will invite you'...So..." You stammered, going a bubblegum pink.

Ciel stared at you before bursting into howls of laughter, so loud that everyone turned to look at you two. Ciel had to grip onto your coat, as he gripped a stitch in his side, tears running down face. He gave another few, weak giggles before straightening up and sighing, wiping his eyes. He gave you another cute smile as a reward.

"Just (Y/N) you are one of the funniest people I have met." Ciel gave another giggle.

"N-Not really... It was gra-" But you stopped before you began to embarrass yourself. "A-Anyway, I'll decline that offer."

That wiped the smile clean off his face. He gave you such a look, that you wanted to shrivel up.

"Why is that?" Ciel scowled.

"I-I'm late for work and I don't want to get into any trouble." You mumbled.

After a few tense moments, Ciel gave a loud giggle again, before he cupped your jaw.

"So, you're a good little pet, right?" Ciel mocked, your face heating up. His fingers were cool and smooth. Soft.

"N-No, I-I just want to keep my j-j-job." You whispered.

"Well, aren't you a cute pet. But, still, come and have tea with me in.. Star..Bucks?"

"But I can't!" You argued, unfazed by how adorable he sounded.

"Well, now you can. I'll have Sebastian give you the whole week off and give you a promotion at the same time. This is our stop." Ciel said dismissively before pulling you out of the train.

"No! Who is-"

"Young Master, your reservation is complete and the young lady shall be having a day off. Shall I leave?" The tall man appeared at Ciel;s side.

You spluttered. That was the guy!

"Yes, that would be all, Sebastian." Ciel said as dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Sebastian strode away.

You stared after him.

"He...He..."

"Is really tall...Yeah.. Funny." Ciel said thoughtfully before dragging you away to Starbucks.

~Later~

Sebastian buttoned up Ciel's shirt. He smirked. No matter what era, Ciel would always be wearing the same night clothes and sleep the same bed. Ciel didn't notice the superior smirk. That somewhat irked Sebastian.

"Are you thinking about her?" Sebastian asked.

"Hmm? Who?" Ciel snapped.

"Her. (Y/N)." Sebastian carefully said his Master's sweetheart's name.

"It's Miss (L/N) to you." Ciel growled.

Sebastian smirked.

"Daughter of one of the wealthiest men in England. Ashamed of her heritage. Yes, I chose well for you." Sebastian basked in his glory.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get an even bigger head." Ciel sighed.

"I've never heard you laugh like that, master." Sebastian said carefully.

"Only she can make me laugh like that."

"I know."

"Go." Ciel ordered.

Sebastian bowed himself out. Ciel looked at his ring for a long time. Then he took it off. He fell into a deep slumber. Because he didn't want to dream about the screams of the ring's predecessors. He just wanted to dream of you.