Phantomhive Manor,
Guest Room,
16th January, 09:15

'Sebastian Michaelis. He's just so…there's something about him that's scary. Revolting, is the word. He's not normal, and his eyes, the color of bloodshed. When he looks at me, it's as if he can see right through me and I feel exposed. How long am I going to have to stay here?' Lyra thought to herself, fiddling with the hem of her dress. The mere thought of the butler, caused her stomach to stir and she didn't want to be around him. What did his master want with her? It didn't seem as if they were trying to help her, no, they wanted something from her. Lyra would have to wait to find out. Her body ached everywhere, and her eyes burned. By the looks of it, it was day time, meaning she had spent the night here. She wondered if she could go back to her normal life after this. She couldn't remember anything, and the butler did mention a blast, and that she survived. 'What about Cassidy and Eddie?' Lyra would never forgive herself if something happened to them and she was fine. The woman sighed and lay back on the bed, having nothing else to do.

She just had to wait now.

Wait for that butler to come again.


Phantomhive Manor,
Drawing Room,
Around the same time,
The same day

Ciel stared at his butler. There was something wrong with him, but Ciel couldn't put a finger on it. It was as if Sebastian forgot something. Sebastian waited for his master to say something, but seeing as the boy didn't continue, Sebastian spoke. "You summoned me, young master?" Sebastian bowed. And waited. "What's wrong with your uniform?" Ciel asked, causing his butler to stand erect and stare at him with confused eyes. "What do you mean master?" Ciel stared. Sebastian felt his tie and then it struck him. His tie was pulled downward and the first button of his shirt was undone. Sebastian quickly corrected his dress code, and bowed once again. "I apologize, young lord. It seems as if I forgot to present myself correctly in front of you today." Ciel sighed. "Did she wake up?" Sebastian still couldn't believe he forgot to put on his first button. How could he forget something he had been doing every day? His mind travelled and it fell on the girl. Lyra Grace. He thought of her last night as well. He thought of her in the morning too. Was she the reason he forgot-"Sebastian, I asked you a question." Sebastian stayed calm and cleared his throat. "Yes, she's awake. Do you want me to bring her here my lord?" Ciel knew there was something wrong with his butler and the way he was acting today. It seemed strange, Sebastian wasn't someone who would waver.

"Yes, do that. But try asking her yourself first. Then bring her here. I don't want Elizabeth to see her. Then she'll think that librarian is a maid here and go all hyper on her. The last thing I want is for someone to know we have her here. Understood?" Sebastian nodded and bowed one last time, before walking out of the door. Sebastian frowned. Today was not his day.


Phantomhive Manor,
Guest Room,
09:35
The same day

Lyra was startled when she heard a knock on the door. She stood up, and winced. Her ankles hurt, and the door opened. A woman, with thick glasses and red hair in a maid's uniform appeared. "Oh!" She exclaimed, not expecting someone to be there. "Hello." Lyra said, trying to sound polite. "I'm sorry I didn't know someone was in here, I didn't." The woman said, and Lyra sat back down on the bed. "No, that's alright, you startled me is all." Lyra touched her ankle and winced once more, and the woman with red hair watched. "Are you hurt ma'am?" She asked, and Lyra nodded. "It appears so." She turned to face the maid and smiled, "My name is Lyra Grace, what's your name?" The maid smiled all of a sudden and exclaimed, "My name is Mey-Rin, yes it is!" Lyra giggled, and the door opened once more and Lyra's stomach flipped. Not with nervousness, but with distaste.

It was the butler.

"Mey-Rin, what are you doing here?"

Mey-Rin suddenly turned red, and said, "S-Sebastian, I came to clean this room, yes I did, and then I met Miss Lyra and she's very friendly and I got caught up talking to her, I did, and Miss Lyra is injured too, yes she is." Mey-Rin looked disappointed. Lyra frowned a little, and Sebastian noticed. "The floors need mopping. I suggest you tend to them." He said, looking at Lyra and Mey-Rin left the room, dejected. "That was a bit harsh." Lyra muttered.

"She's very clumsy, and I did not stray from the truth, Miss Lyra." Sebastian said, smirking at her. "My master seeks an audience with you. But first, I must question you myself. Do you remember the blast that occurred in the old Historian Library?" Lyra tried to recall. Her memory was ragged and when she tried to think, it hurt. "No, I can't." Lyra informed, truthfully. It was an answer Sebastian was expecting. "Do you remember what you were doing, yesterday before you lost your memory of the blast?" Lyra thought back once more, she remembered speaking to Cassidy, and that was it. "I…spoke to a colleague, and then my memory is…hazy." Lyra said, looking up at the butler. Sebastian frowned. "You were hit on the head when the blast occurred, your memory loss is temporary." He told her and she nodded.

"My master would like to talk to you now." Sebastian said, and Lyra nodded. There was no use trying to fight back, these people only needed answers which she didn't mind sharing. Lyra tried to stand and she yelped in pain, and fell forward, expecting a fall which didn't come. Lyra gasped when she realized her hand rested on Sebastian's chest, and his hands holding her waist. His breath was hot on her face, and Lyra tried pulling away, to no avail. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted upwards, and laid on the bed. Sebastian held both her arms above her head and Lyra flushed. "W-What are you doing? Unhand me!" Sebastian chuckled. He touched her ankle with his free arm, and she recoiled in pain. "You're injured, Miss Lyra." She informed. "I think I figured that out on my own, thank you very much! Now unhand me!" Sebastian didn't let go. "You're being a wee bit too dramatic Miss Lyra, I assure you-"He stopped right in front of her face, his breath tickling her nose. "-I won't try to take advantage over you when you're injured." His voice was barely a whisper, yet she could make out every word he spoke.

But there was something awkward about that sentence.

'-when you're injured.'

And when she wasn't? Would he try to take advantage then?

Lyra gulped and shut her eyes, as Sebastian scooped her in his arms and muttered, "I'll carry you to my master, since you're unfit to walk at the moment." Lyra didn't answer. Her heart was pounding. She didn't like this position. The butler made her want to get away from him. As far as she possibly could. But she couldn't help but think it wasn't the same for him.

And it wasn't.

'The things you do to me, Miss Lyra. I cannot comprehend.' Sebastian smirked and walked to his master.


Phantomhive Household,
Kitchen,
10:15,
the same day

Mey-Rin walked in, a wide grin plastered on her face. Bardroy, who stood there, with a cigar hanging in his mouth stared at her happy face and wondered what had gotten her in such a mood. "What's with you Mey-Rin?" He asked, unable to contain himself. "We've got a guest, yes we have! And she's as kind as the sun in heaven, yes she is!" Bardroy was shocked. He wasn't informed on any guest arriving that day. "Are you sure, because we've not got any guests today Mey-Rin, unless of course Lady Elizabeth, but she's as a part of this household as the young master himself." Mey-Rin pouted and exclaimed, "I spoke to her myself and I wasn't dreaming! Miss Lyra does exist, yes she does!" Bardroy wondered who this Miss Lyra was. "Miss Lyra is beautiful too, brown hair and rich chocolate eyes! That of an angel!" Bardroy was soon lost in a daze, when the door of his kitchen opened. It was Finny. "Sebastian-he was holding her! In h-his arms! Ooh!" Finny was red faced now. "Calm down Finny, tell us what happened." Bardroy said, snapping out of his daydream.

"I was walking through the hallways, after completing my work in the garden, and then I saw it! Sebastian! Carrying a beautiful woman in his arms! He was smiling too!" Finny was red faced, imagining what was the relationship the two shared.

"That must be her! Miss Lyra! Sebastian did go to meet her when I was talking to her, yes he did!" Mey-Rin was close to having a nose-bleed. Bardroy placed his hand on his chin and thought.

Finny and Mey-Rin stared at his face.

Bardroy suddenly slapped his fist to his palm and bellowed, "Sebastian's in love!" Mey-Rin and Finny yelled out too.

Oh how wrong they were.

For now.


The Phantomhive Manor,
Drawing Room,
10:20,
The same day,

Ciel was shocked to see Sebastian carry the woman to his study. "What's the meaning of this Sebastian?" Ciel asked, sounding bored, but in reality he was interested. "Miss Lyra Grace is injured, young master." Sebastian said. "Make her sit down on that chair." Ciel said, and Sebastian obeyed. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive-""-Head of the Funtom Company, and head of the Phantomhive household. I've heard about you." Lyra said, and quickly placed her hands over her mouth. "My apologies, I tend to speak out of line a lot." Lyra said, red with embarrassment. Ciel smirked and said, "I'm afraid I can't say the same about you." Lyra's eyes widened and she frowned a little bit, almost unnoticeable. 'How rude!' She thought to herself, "My name is Lyra Grace." Ciel nodded. "Can you tell me anything you remember about the blast?" Ciel asked, and Lyra shook her head. "I've told your butler already, I don't remember anything as of now." Lyra said, looking at Ciel's eye-patch. "Is something wrong with your eye?" she couldn't help but ask.

"None of your concern." This time Lyra frowned hard. Sebastian smirked to himself.

"Now that I am of no help to you or your butler, I will be on my way." Lyra said, attempting to stand, failing miserably. Ciel smirked and said, "It seems as if your ankle doesn't want you to go. And besides, you're not permitted to anyway." Lyra shot back in anger, "What do you mean by that?" She snared, and Ciel couldn't suppress his anger. "You are not to leave the premises of this household until your memory returns. No one must know you are here." Ciel turned to Sebastian. "Understood, Sebastian?" The butler bowed and said, "Yes, my lord." Lyra pouted, something Sebastian found irresistible. Like kitten paws. "And what gives you the right to boss over my life as you deem fit, Earl of Phantomhive?" Lyra asked, her voice dripping in anger.

"I just can. Sebastian, tend to her wounds, will you?" Sebastian quickly lifted her in his arms, ignoring Lyra's protests. They quickly walked out of the drawing room. "Put me down-""Forgive my master, you see, he's lost a lot-""His family passed away in a fire. I know. I've read about that boy." Sebastian smirked. "You are easily angered my dear, I wonder why."

"Don't talk to me like you know me, butler." Lyra shot back.

Sebastian chuckled. "You're forgetting another very important point Miss Lyra, you see, it was my Master that saved your life. No one else was hurt in the blast, and it was rumored to be a terrorist attack. If you were left behind there, the Scotland Yard won't necessarily be tending to your wounds like I am now." Sebastian said, laying Lyra on a bed, and he got up to grab a roll of bandages, and a bottle of medicine. "You know to use them?" Lyra asked, her voice softer now. Sebastian noticed the change in her tone, and smirked. "If I didn't know that, then what kind of butler would I be?" Lyra smiled at him and Sebastian looked at her face in amazement.

"There was something else which shocked me after I pulled you out of the rubble." Lyra listened on, waiting for him to continue.

"You survived the blast. A normal human would've died." Lyra gasped and stared at him with wide eyes. "W-What are you implying?" Sebastian examined her face and frowned a little. "I apologize if I offended you, let me tend to your wounds, Miss Lyra." Lyra couldn't get that out of his head now.

After completing the part with her ankle, Sebastian stared at her face. At some point, she must have fallen asleep. 'You attract me, I repel you. And you have no idea you aren't human. You are more mysterious than I thought, Miss Lyra. Figuring you out is going to be one interesting hobby.' Sebastian thought to himself as he let his hand graze her cheek. The door was slightly open and Sebastian knew three jobless servants were watching what he was doing right now.

"Don't you three have work to do?"

The door slammed shut.


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12:03
The same day,

Asketel breathed heavily. The cross embedded in his back caused too much pain. He sat there on his chair, waiting for his Father, the man who gives him his tasks. God's own messenger. The door knob turned and in came the man he was waiting for. Father was covered in a white robe, and wore glasses which made him look magnificent. Everything about the man, Asketel admired. "Ah, Asketel, good afternoon to you." Father said, and Asketel quickly stood and fell on his knees. "Good afternoon, Father. I did as you asked me to." He replied. He felt two arms touch the wound on his back, and Asketel whimpered in pain. "You poor child, God will not let these tasks go unrewarded. I assure you." Asketel felt tears roll down his eyes. "Yes, Father, Yes, thank you!" He answered, sobbing. Father smiled, and said, "Were there any unfortunate victims, Asketel?" The pale man quickly remembered the girl back in the library and muttered a silent prayer. "Yes, Father. One girl." Father frowned but Asketel didn't see it. "Has she passed on?" Father asked. Asketel nodded. 'No human can survive that.' He thought to himself and stayed still. "Her soul will be embraced by His Almighty." Asketel nodded.

"Here is your next task, Asketel." Father said, handing him a photograph, of a young boy. "What must I do, Father?" "This boy has lost his family, and is the head of his household. His happiness is lost, and he is dying on the inside. Rid him of his misery." Father said, and Asketel nodded.

"His name is Ciel Phantomhive."


A/N: No reviews! Ah, this leaves me disappointed. This will be my last update if I don't get any reviews. Can't publish a story and have no one reading it, right? If you want me to continue, review please. This story plot is good, trust me. :)