"things are never so simple."

The voice came as an almost inaudible whisper; quiet, small, insignificant-

Then he hears a gasp, a draw back on the previous words. Something falls to the hardwood floor with a soft clack and rolls into a corner. Cloth rustles, but that's all that can be heard before the sound gets too far away.

Ciel is taken aback by this.

"Who's there?" the young Phantomhive demands, pushing himself and his chair away from his desk. He stands, posture firm and eyes hard, eyeing the room calmly. His azure optics scour every inch of the office, nothing of which he sees. He searches where he believes the voice came from, but there is nothing near there. Nothing at all.

For a moment, he truly believes he's gone mad, and he places a hand over the ear the sound had wafted into in frustration. Perhaps all his hard thinking had gotten to him, his body subconsciously telling him to take a rest for the breaking nightfall-

And then he sees it.

Or rather, he sees her.

Just barely, and not quite so with the dimness of the room- but there it is, scurrying away from his desk, clad in a much too tiny dress. It looks nothing like a bug, and there for can not be classified as one, and has long [h/c] billowing behind it. A her.

Then she's too far away for him to see, blending in with the shadows around her, and Ciel slides back into his chair silently. A shadow hangs over his eyes, it is obvious he doubts what was just seen. His hand slide up onto the desk, leaning on his elbows, as he intertwines his fingers and lays his chin on them.

The concept of a little person running across his office is absurd, preposterous.

But his heart wills him to see her again, plagued by curiosity at the thought-

"I've gone insane."

He concludes that he needs rest and heads off to bed, but as he goes, the twinkling of a bright blue marble that had rolled into the corner of his office catches his eye. He wonders briefly how it got there.

[-]

You couldn't help yourself. Call you a foolish child with a death wish, but- you just couldn't.

His eyes were so pretty and blue, and oh, how you loved the color blue. It was the color of the sky, the color of the pretty flowers outside the mansion, the color of ponds you loved so much.

Even if you were never supposed to utter a word to a human being, it could not have been helped. But it didn't matter now, you're sure he didn't see you- it only made you sad that you had to abandon that sphere of pure blue in your escape.

It had always been your goal to only take the little things that you needed, but when you saw that sphere, you knew you needed to take it with you, to add to your collection. You hoped the being forgave you for being selfish. You sigh. It didn't really matter now, you weren't able to obtain it anyway.

You sulkily heft yourself up onto the side corner of the wall and wobbly walk along it, feeling the wallpaper, until you come across a slight tear, one that nobody would even notice, and pull at it. A hole appears in the wall, a door of sorts, only big enough for you to crawl through.

You hop behind it and bring the secret door to a close before skipping off through the dark corridors of the tiny cavern.

You'll just have to come back tomorrow.

I was disappointed to see I didn't get any reviews and only one favorite :'DD (thanks to that one favoriter, though)

So, um. That means I'm not continuing this until I get at least one review.