The Midford Company. Largest fashion chain in the country and was still expanding. Current status: short of manpower. And he was going to apply to work there.

Ciel sighed, why did he even agree in the first place? He and the Middlefords were relatives and though their family were seemingly in the fashion line, it didn't mean that he had to follow. But due to one small plea, he had agreed.

"Next. Ciel Midford."

There. It was his turn for the interview. Elizabeth stood up with him and patted his shoulder. "You can do it, Ciel," she smiled. Of course he could do it. Stupid girl.

He knocked on the door and when a consent was given, he entered the room with Elizabeth trailing behind him. Once the door clicked behind him, he gave a small bow. If he couldn't speak, making the first impression would be more important.

"Take a seat. You are Ciel Middleford, yes?"

The male nodded and he raised his hands gesturing, 'I am'. As the duo sat, Ciel handed his application form. A panel of three sat before them, the president of the company, his uncle, the head of the fashion department, his aunt and finally the manager.

"So Ciel," the manager began. "Tell us. Why are you here?"

Elizabeth took a glance at her cousin and as she saw the nod of his head, she prepared to read Ciel's hand signs. The male lifted his right hand, brought in his fingers and made the number one sign with his index.

"Firstly, I am here because my cousin- what? Me?" Elizabeth started off. Ciel gave her a glare and started telling her not to mess it up for him or else, he wouldn't accept the position even if he got the job. Smiling apologetically, he continued from where he left off.

"Please forgive Elizabeth. As I was saying, I am here as Elizabeth has ask for my help. But that isn't it. I have completed my further studies and is currently lazing at home. So, I was hoping that some work experience would do me good."

Ciel stopped. He had given the less personal reason and he was hoping that the trio sitting in front of him would not ask him anymore. But he was wrong.

"I've heard that your mother is the model right? Rachel. A successful model and was moving up the ladder until she and her husband were killed in a plane crash. Did your mother influence you into joining the fashion industry?"

They had asked it. They had mentioned his parents.

One minute passed. Followed by another. And another.

"C-Ciel?" Elizabeth whispered. She had never seen Ciel too stunned or shocked to not answer a question. He always had an answer to every question. But she knew that he was someone who would find a way to escape a question regarding his past or his parents.

The young male slowly brought his hands up. Hands that were trembling. He visibly swallowed and began answering the question.

"My mother was a beautiful person. Inside and outside. She was kind, not proud. She loved her family. But that's all I remember about her. She indeed influenced me into fashion and designing. As a child, I always wanted to start my own fashion chain and my mother would be wearing those designs. I wanted her to be happy. To be proud that her son had his own business. But that was all the past. On my tenth birthday, my parents were overseas. I was selfish. I wanted them to be back and celebrate it with them. But due to my selfishness, I killed them." Elizabeth stopped. She knew it was a very personal thing to Ciel. She knew what had happened, she knew how his parents were killed. But she did not know that he was feeling that way.

Ciel, on the other hand, was feeling nothing. Emotionless. He decided that it didn't matter to him now. The past stays the past. It was useless to brood on it. Continuing, he began explaining the reason he was here.

During the funeral, everyone came to give me their condolences. They acted so kind, so loving towards me, a child then. But I wasn't oblivious to what they were saying behind my back. 'There, it was him who killed his parents because of a birthday celebration. Rachel and Vincent were busy enough and yet, he asked them to come back. He killed his parents. He had robbed the fashion and model industry of two very good people.' They showed pity in front of me. They showed care and concern whenever I appear. But rumors spread quickly. And soon, I was named as Parent Killer. Selfish and arrogant.

Ten years passed and still, the guilt and pain are still present. I had lost my passion in fashion and design. I gave myself to art as my first degree. But then, my professor asked me to take up a second; fashion. By then, the world have more or less forgotten about the Incident. I agreed. I thought perhaps doing something related to my parents would soothe me. And just two days ago, Elizabeth came to me. And her words reminded me of what my dream was. To become a fashion designer, to design something for my mother to wear and parade in.

Here I am. Sitting here, hoping that doing something my mother loved would bring back the warmth and love she so showered me with. I want to feel love again. I want to feel what is happiness. I want to smile and...

Ciel stopped. He realised that there was something wet and hot trailing down his cheeks. The soft sounds of tears dripping onto his lap filled the room. He didn't know that he was storing so much hurt and pain in him.

"Ciel! Oh no," Elizabeth muttered as she searched through her purse for a piece of tissue paper. As her cousin wiped his tears away, she apologized on his behalf.

The robin stood and bowed once. Through Elizabeth, he excused himself and walked out. It didn't matter to him whether he had a chance. He did not want rumors to run round such as he used sympathy to enter the industry.

"Ciel!" Elizabeth called out. He was walking quickly, briskly. "Ciel!" she called again.

Turning around, he gestured to her. I'm tired Lizzy. I'm going home. Please leave me alone.

And so he left the building.

"Mr Michaelis! Please! You can't enter as and when you like!"

He ignored the security guard and opened the door to the room where the three top people were sitting. Discussing about the current job interviews.

"What's wrong Michaelis?" the only female in the room asked.

The sketch book in his hand was thrown to the table. "Change them. I'm not wearing these ridiculous outfits."

The blonde sighed. "Sebastian... you do know that we are short of staff. And we can't have you coming here telling us what you will or will not wear. You're a model. You're suppose to parade what we give you."

The raven shook his head. "Not for me. I wear what I like. And employ someone!" Seeing the stack of application papers, he took them and pulled out one of the forms.

"Employ this guy. Ciel Midford."