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Memorial Scars: Chapter 2

It was rather….Odd.

…Or shocking, as the Earl would possibly put it.

When Ciel had first saw his manor from the viridian lawn leading to his front door, he seriously half-expected for it to be destroyed, lying in demolished ruins. He could even imagine it (as much as he didn't want to) - the house's roof would be gone, the house left roofless, the rain drenching the entire house. The building's foundations would be covered in blocks and chunks of his house, flattening everything. He could continue no more- it was a rather frightening sight to imagine! He nearly felt like crying miserably to even think it! (Even though he really won't cry about things like that…Lol.)

He swore- he honestly could just see the headlines big and bolded terribly on the local newspaper:

"Phantomhive Manor Destroyed by Servants!"

He shivered, disgusted by the sight. A sudden chill slowly crawled up his spine, also making him shudder. He began to shake his head vigorously, trying to stop all of the useless shivering and shuddering.

His cruel nightmare was pushed far away as soon as it came. The house was actually in perfect shape, not a single flaw or break in sight. It was still standing nice and proud, looming over all of the other houses like a towering and stuck-up giant. He blinked once, mildly surprised. Then, he let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His slightly hunched shoulders relaxed once again, his worry kind of relieved.

Hesitantly, he told Sebastian to open the door. His butler did as told, opening the door while holding the circular umbrella and balancing the unconscious, poor girl on his now damp- ah, well, wet shoulder. Ciel nearly closed his eyes, as if scared to see the inside, like the worst was coming.

He was wrong.

When he stepped inside, he expected the floors to be covered in black marks or something horrid like that. His thoughts were contradicted by reality, as everything was in perfect shape. He cocked his head a little bit to the side, his mouth slightly agape, and his eyes widened a small bit. (AN: Kawaii~! Not that I'm saying that to his face…)

Sebastian was behind him, shaking the H2O substance off the umbrella outside. He was intelligent not to push it too far outside, since it would get all wet again from the still pouring rain, and his actions would have been utterly useless. He finished, and closed the umbrella with a small click. Then, he shut the door behind him, as quiet as a little mouse. He looked to his "lord", who was still frozen in time, gaping.

Then, off to the side, peeked out the Earl's three servants, with their only the top of their heads showing, and their slightly scared eyes staring at their frozen master, as if scared to see his reaction.

Ciel, most likely realizing he was merely standing there like a statue and his mouth open like a goldfish, suddenly straightened up, and coughed once, slightly embarrassed. He focused his glance to his "sly" and "sneaky" servants, who all jumped high and started yelling thousands of sentences at him. Ciel jolted back, taken by surprise by the bombardment of chatter.

"We did everything, i-it's a-all good-"

"T-the g-garden is g-great, it's not l-like I destroyed it or-"

"Trust me; the k-kitchen is g-good as new-"

"The p-plates a-are r-repaired, my l-lord-"

"W-we d-didn't d-destroy a-anything-"

"Y-Yeah! We're a-all good-"

Ciel's eye narrowed at the flustered, hurried comments, noticing their obvious panic. He rolled his one visible eye, and said irritably, "Something tells me you wrecked whatever you were supposed to clean up. Oh, god, I don't have time to deal with this nonsense! Sebastian- Clean the girl's wounds, give her a bath, and get her in some decent clothes." He gave Sebastian a curt nod, and his butler bowed gracefully, and went away, girl still on his shoulder, to perform his duties.

After Sebastian had become a black speck in the distance, walking away through the hallways to the bathroom, Ciel fiercely put his attention back onto his sputtering servants, who were now asking who the girl was.

"Who's that girl Mr. Sebastian was carryin'?" Bard asked, smirking smartly. "Someone you picked up at a bar?" Ciel retorted angrily, "A person like me does not go to places like bars. I'm not even old enough to go to one! I can't believe you even thought that!" Bard shrunk to the size of an ant under his fury, but still sweat-dropping somehow.

"Is… Is she going to be…staying here with us, master?" Finny questioned expression full of innocent curiosity. Ciel responded, "I'm not so sure yet, but I do know I have to ask her some important questions." Finny cocked his head to the side before going deep in thought, staring blankly into space, silent.

"If she does stay, it will be so nice to have another girl in the house!" Maylene cheered, clearly happy at the arrival of a new girl in the building. Ciel sighed in response, beginning, "Look, I said I don't know if she-"

Then, with a pang, he realized…

"HEY, AREN'T I SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY AT YOU RIGHT NOW!?"

Bard, Finny, and Maylene realized they were in a very bad situation, and yelped before sprinting away, leaving a thick and ginormous trail of dark smoke and dust and a very pissed off Ciel in its wake.

Sebastian was in the master bathroom, standing on the flat, light gray tiles, setting the blue-haired girl on the closed toilet seat. The white toilet provided as a handy chair when the lid was closed- otherwise, the girl would fall into the toilet, and then he would certainly have a problem.

He had just finished cleaning her bruises and wounds. He had applied the proper ointments to her large and painful-looking, dark purple-red bruises. He had put pressure on her bleeding cheek to stop the blood flow, and was successful. He put on a band-aid that had the proper ointment. He tried his best to heal the scars and cuts, but couldn't remove all of them. It was a hard task.

She was like a rag-doll; lifeless and still. Even if she seemed dead, she still had a pulse. Earlier, he had held up her cut wrist, and pressed two of his fingers on to the back of it. He could the heartbeat pulsing slowly and gently, which is never a good sign. It was supposed to be much faster and stronger. After some warmth, her pulse had quickened. She must have been extremely cold while sitting on the wet sidewalk, the rain feeling like sharp, pointy needles.

In his coat pocket, he pulled out a cloth to cover his eyes, to be respectful. He stretched it out, and pulled it against his eyes, and tied a secure knot in the back. His vision was now just pure black, like the night. It was a black cloth, after all.

He felt for the ends of her shirt, and after a few second of searching, found the ends on the bottom of her shirt and tugged upward. This is why he wore a cloth- he didn't want to be rude, and view her chest so shamelessly. He did not even want to see it in the first place. He was not a pervert.

Also, because he wore this cloth, if the girl woke up, he would be inno-

"AAAAAAAH! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO ME?!"

He felt something hard come in contact with his face, which felt like a fist. (Did the girl punch him?) He stumbled back into the sink, the corner stabbing his back. He winced slightly, then tore off his blindfold with his hand.

The girl was now up, standing tall, and blushing, face as red as a ripe tomato. She was struggling to get her shirt back on, stumbling all around the place. Then, he heard rapid footsteps from outside, getting louder as they came closer. Before he knew it, the closed door flung open, and there he was, Ciel Phantomhive in the flesh, leg up high, most likely used for forcefully opening the door.

Ciel shouted, "Sebastian! What's-"He stopped as he saw Sebastian gently patting his face, and rubbing his back, where the sink poked him. Then his eyes landed on the girl who was now toppled over, still trying to get on her shirt, her stomach exposed. Ciel became rigid, then, after a few minutes of pure awkwardness (and after she got her shirt on), he spoke.

"I see…You're… awake." He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. His hands were placed on the border of the door while he still stood outside. If you squinted, and looked at him very closely, you could see there was a very light dusting of light pink on his cheeks. It was barely visible, but thanks to Sebastian's demonic traits, he could see it rather clearly, and he smirked.

"W-where a-am…What is this place? Where…?" The girl's voice was barely a whisper, and was quavering. Her eyes were wild, darting around everything in a trail of madness. "Who are you? Are… Are you going to whip me?" Her knees started to shake violently, but she forced her legs to stay up. "Are you going to make me your slave?"

Ciel cleared his throat uncomfortably before properly replying. "No. No one here is going to hurt you, let alone whip you. We're not that…heartless. We just want to ask you some questions. Sebastian here was only trying to help you."

With that last line, her personality took a complete 360⁰, catching Ciel completely off guard.

"What-?! That pervert?! Trying to help me?! Honestly, enough with all of these stupid jokes!" Her voice was raised to a shout, and Ciel jumped a little bit. Sebastian was looking at her, amused.

"I'm a pervert, you say?" He said, bemused. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, which the girl obviously noticed. She twitched upon seeing it.

"Yes! You tried to take off my shirt, for goodness sake! What is a pervert to you, then?!" She yelled. Ciel took note in his head: Girl hates perverts with a passion.

Ciel shifted, tapping his foot impatiently upon the wooden floor. "Enough. Look, we're not joking at all. I told him-"He pointed at Sebastian- "to repair your wounds. Did you notice?"

The steaming girl's steam went out immediately, and began to feel his arms. A smile as bright as the sun spread across her entire face, and then in a flash, went over to Sebastian. "I apologize, sir, for my actions," She said airily, her mood once again changing. "You have been quite a pervert, but I forgive you. I been wanting to heal these wounds for years, but-"

Ciel walked in, and held up a hand, asking her to pause. She lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "For years? Where and when did you get those wounds?"

No response. She didn't want to answer.

Ciel sighed. "Well, then. Since you won't answer that question, what is your name?" He inquired.

Her expression was of shock. Ciel was confused- what was so weird of asking your name?

"It's… Tsunami. Tsunami Mizu."

"…"

"Um…Sir?"

Ciel was rigid. His eye was wide, his face in shock. "Sebastian. Fetch the newspapers from the February 28th. I forget the year, but I believe it was about a few years ago." Sebastian nodded, and then left the room.

They were alone.

Alone.

"Tsunami…" Ciel trailed off, in search of words. "You…Are in a certain newspaper article from several years ago."

"Newspaper article?" She asked. "I don't recall ever being in an article."

"In that case, maybe you will remember the events of it."

"Well-"

At that moment, Sebastian came back into the bathroom. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. "Is this what you're thinking of, my lord?" He handed the paper to Ciel, who scanned it. Then, he nodded. Ciel's eyes trailed up to Tsunami's face, whose eyebrows were furrowed in suspicion.

Then, without warning, he held up the newspaper so Tsunami could view it. It was titled:

"Mizu's eldest daughter, Tsunami Mizu, believed to be dead."

Tsunami gasped. "Why… How…" Her throat was dry. She couldn't speak- the words were stuck, refusing to come out."

"You were supposed to be dead," Ciel stated blandly. "Why aren't you?"

Tsunami gave no answer.

AN: Yes! Second chapter COMPLETE! I feel satisfied now. I get this happy feeling in my stomach when I upload- excited, I guess?

I've always wanted to do a Black Butler fanfic! And here I am, YAHOO!

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