Err, Hi. Sorry for the long wait. I went through so many different versions for this chapter. And whenever I try to make the chapters I some how end up spending an hour reading up on what lamps did they use at the time.
And spend another hour trying to figure out how in the world did lord and ladies take care of there hygiene, which by the way I'm still not sure off. Needless to say I finally got this chapter done when My internet was being buggy as hell.
I chose that time cause every time I do have internet I end up reading everything on wiki and sites about the 1880s ranging from theater shows, tilley lamps, children's books, women's fashion, and even Labrador retrievers and other ideas of detail or plot ideas and other such.
I try to add detail but it hurts me more than help. I may have to be vague on some things but its mostly little things, like what type of dress she is wearing, or I may have to try to fill in the gaps with creative stuff.
I can see why people start to write there Kuroshitsuji stories in the modern setting. I kinda wish to do that with this same idea and see how much it would change. Anyway I hope you like this chapter cause I went through so many revisions.
Warmth…Warmth is what radiated off of him.
I had another dream. Whenever I rarely sleep I get the same dreams every time lately. That warmth, the cute little look on his face whenever he wants comfort, He had a nightmare again. And knowing better to disturb his parent's sleep all the time he runs up here. I know when he's coming, because I can hear his sniffling, his awkward steps on the stairs that he wasn't fully tall enough to reach yet. And lastly the knocks on the door he does every time he comes in.
It's been years now since I left. I shouldn't be dreaming these old memories any more. I have a new life. One void of listening to anyone like there dog, I have a small place for myself. I rented a room for myself; I am a hired musician at a local lounge. I live in the quiet part of this big town. And I'm quite ….content. Content is good enough, not everyone can be as happy as they can be.
I kept myself away for a long time. I miss home. I crave home. Maybe I can move back to London now? I kind of regret leaving it in the first place, I chose to come here and didn't think it through, now... Now I regret it. After all he told me to leave. But didn't say I couldn't have lived in town or in the country nearby.
No, I got up. Sat up off my bed, even though I pay cheap for just the room, the woman who is the landlady does bring me tea every once in a while. I use the small stove that came with the room to heat it up whenever I get thirsty. Either that I just drink it cold, not much difference to me anyway.
Anyway whenever these same dreams occur I tend to sit in the chair in the corner drinking warm or cold tea. Whatever suits me at the time. I have a small room, two windows. A stove in the corner, a bed against the wall, and a chair facing the window with the closet behind me, a simple room certainly not good enough for company but when do I ever receive company anyway.
Days have been boring lately. Same routine over and over, no change in sight I suppose.
"How many days has it been? Since we last seen one another?" I say aloud to myself. I think back, quickly getting the answer in my head but I lay there like I'm thinking still.
"Three years huh, almost three years." I say while this time turning my head to look at the snow that sits on my windowsill and the ground around it. I've calmed down a lot during these months of being away. So much to where I sometimes I forget I have increased abilities. I've been turning into a lazy cat let alone a diligent dog.
Still even if it's tempting to lie down on your bed whenever you feel like it, I'd still prefer to get up and be productive.
"It's settled, I'll be heading back to London soon." I said, like as if I was announcing it to the teacup then to assure myself.
"I'm sure it will be pleasant to see my Little Lord again."
And with that I finished my tea. And started to pack my things while the moon shined on through the night sky, being the ever so observing moon, it too has a little tale to watch coming from all the way in London, England.
A young boy about the age of twelve or thirteen, sat up in his bed. With his hair covering his eyes, he obviously needed a haircut soon. Swiping away the bits of his dark locks covering his left eye, he got up off his oversized bed.
He stood up straight and tall like a proud man would. Not like a child at all. But even if he does walk and be graceful like his blue-blooded ways he still looked funny.
Because he was wearing his nightshirt and his hair was messy. He shook off some of the sleep that trailed on him. Even though his eye I should say was half open he seemed a little alert. Not wanting to wake up his other servants and occupants of this house.
Lest he be embarrassed if one of them has dare seen him walking to a certain area in the grand house of his, although it was own house and his property, he felt like it was sneaky to do what he has been doing.
Of course if your going up to your maid's old room in the middle of the night to assure yourself she isn't there anymore. You'd be sneaky too, especially with his curious butler prowling around the grounds at night. Always having to keep up a certain image, and always having to act like an adult. When he knows he's still a child inside, with childish needs even he doesn't like at all but still has.
I guess you could say it's his own curiosity and 'Needing to know' ways that he still does this. He knows she disappeared before certain hell broke loose. He knows she was different to the other servants that belonged to the house.
He could feel it, ever since he was a child.
With every step he took up those stairs, another moment that held meaning had shown in his head. Ranging to where she would retrieve his lost items, even if he himself had lost them on purpose.
For example when she was with him and his family on a picnic that was near by a river, he purposely threw one of his toys down a river and acted sad to her telling that the toy sail boat got caught down there on its own, throwing away an expensive children's toy given to him by his parents. Just to see if he was right. Amazing that she did retrieve it, with all the pieces to it too. He didn't get to see how she did it though. Which bugged him to no end how she did all that and have yet to come back soaking wet. Maybe she took off the maid's outfit and darted in the water fishing the pieces out? But then her hair and body would be at most somewhat cold and moist by the time she came back?
That was one moment that puzzled him.
Then another was when his father was having another one of his secretive meetings.
He'd always asked to stay and watch but ended up shooed away as usual, which irked him very much of course.
And when she accompanied him into those meetings, no matter how much asking innocent questions or trying to manipulate her into telling him, she just wouldn't budge.
Instead she would always repeat to him that its adult business and you wouldn't be interested in it, then distracts me with a sweet snack like cake and runs off while I'm eating it.
Course that moment stuck out to him more because he took the bait and let her get away from him again. Like she always done before.
But by the time the Little Lord has reached the door he shook his head ridding the troubling memories out. Ready to focus on whatever was in that room straight ahead of him, feeling the door handle that opened the door. He wondered a little bit how many times has he felt this familiar cold shape in his hand. But it reminded him, everything in this house is a replica of the original. Still though he moved his fingers feeling the familiar shape in it, he opened the door.
Just to find nothing there, nothing at all, only the window that just stood there. Never moving, never touched. He stood there in the doorway analyzing every corner. But nothing, no signs of anyone there at all, he closed the door on the room again and turned around.
This is really starting to interfere with my sleep.
And with that he walked down the path from the attic to the stairs that led down to the hallway. He was almost home free back to his bedroom till he heard a certain person's velvety voice in his ear.
"Another midnight walk around the house again my Master? You must really be more careful, this is starting to interfere with your dear sleep, my Lord." Said the black haired butler, ending the last part of his sentence with a cool smirk gracing his face as usual, of course he has known about these little walks into the attic. At first he thought he was just missing his childhood like any other human would. But now they are becoming shorter and more direct. Something that belonged in that room before is the center of his sleeping troubles.
"Shut up, Sebastian." Was what the tired boy managed to say before he walked in his room and closed the door in his butler's face.
And with that the butler walked away, with the thoughts 'As you wish, Master.' Gliding into his head as he started off onto the familiar path of where his lord came from. Up into that average sized attic room with the single window. He wondered a little bit of why his Master would want this room to remain empty. There is perfectly good space here to store more of the holiday decorations that the young mistress Elizabeth requested to be put up every year. The tacky colorful monstrosities could be neatly tucked away to never see the light of day for most of the year here. But alas he has to deal with putting them all in boxes and making sure they are fine in the basement.
"Hmm?" was the simple sound he made though when he noticed something was moved. A Tilley lamp was sitting on the table. It must have been sitting there for a while cause of the dust that it collected. When walking over he noticed another thing. Slightly interested he snapped his fingers and like magic itself the lamp re-lit itself.
It was a picture frame that belonged in the trunk next to it, but now it placed onto an old table in the bigger part of the attic. He picked it up and examined it and even though it gathered dust it was ok. The quality didn't really deteriorate as much even though it survived a fire. The frame was replaced but when you look closely at the image you can see the scorched edges. He looked at the picture again, this time he unfolded it a bit revealing the full image with burned edges and all. Scanning who was in it he seen the old staff of Phantomhive manor. Although almost everyone in the photo has left and or passed away by now, But there is still that one man who works with them now. Contemplating the meaning of loyalty in his head he placed the picture back down. Till he noticed something odd, while contemplating he must've missed it. A piece of another photo was sticking out of the frame.
'Must have been hidden inside this one.' Were the thoughts that struck in his head once he noticed the considerably small thing that was called a photo in his hand. Before he looked at the subject in the little window of the past, He looked at the backside checking for a name or year or any scrap of information. Nothing, nothing at all on the back so he just looked at the front, raising his curious yet bored eyes on the picture.
Hi again, thanks for reading and like I said. Helpful reviews are welcome, An maybe advice too on the whole detail thing. I felt like I rushed through this chapter. Hopefully the quality didn't drop compared to the first prologue. I get worried and don't want to make none of the characters out of character. I hope I did well enough on Sebastian and Ciel. I know they may have had more screen time and dialogue but I'm starting small and this is just a bridge chapter. I'm just happy I managed to get around this stone and go to the other. As you can see though I like writing memories and his childhood.
