I'm glad people wanted this~ :3 I've had it written for a while, so I've just been waiting to post. :D I'm pathetic. It's okay though, because I love you all, and I know you've been waiting as well. :DD

Disclaimer: Do I have to repeat every chapter that I don't own Kuroshitsuji? Ciaran is mine though, and I don't plan on giving up ownership of her. I like her…

16 August 1888

I have had a revelation. I am truly living a dreadful life. I'm being held prisoner in my overprotective father's home; the man I love, I'm not allowed to talk to or my father would undoubtedly punish me; I only see the man I love once a week for about an hour out my window. He didn't come today. Maybe he gave up on me. He had asked my father's permission to take me in and to give me a job. My idiot of a father refused, saying I'm pathetically useless. I'm not completely useless; at least I didn't think so… Mother wouldn't have praised me so much if I were completely useless.

There are many things I can do. Father said I couldn't cook or clean only because I usually end up getting hurt while doing it. Being clumsy does not make me useless. Indeed it does not. It's not entirely true, either. I clean all the time and I've only been hurt from it a few times.

I'm smart. Really smart. I never can express my intellect due to my lacking social skills. It really is a shame. Mother used to tell me I had amazing deductive skills, and that had I been born a male, I'd surely raise in the ranks quickly among Scotland Yard.

That would have been rather nice. Perhaps then my father wouldn't treat me as if I was nothing but a mistake.

That's what he often made me feel like, anyway.

"CIARAN, YOU BLOODY GIT!" he'd scream. "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"

No… No, I can't.

After the uneventful day, came uneventful night. Or so I thought. I heard a small bang at my bedroom window as I lay in bed. Wondering who could have been wanting my attention, I opened it, and immediately saw Sebastian throwing pebbles from the alleyway. It was silly. He was a grown man, was he not?

Regardless, there he was, throwing pebbles at my windowpane like a teenage boy trying to sneak his love interest out of her home without her parents noticing. He asked if he could come in, and of course I allowed him. How could I not?

Never in my life have I ever seen anyone able to jump from the ground through a first floor window, and land perfectly on his or her feet. He smiled and bowed shallowly, to which I curtsied, blushing lightly.

"If my father finds you here, he'll kill us both," I whispered quietly to him. I really did not want any interactions with Sebastian to be cut short by my father bursting in with knives.

"I couldn't let him do that," he whispered back, smiling sweetly as he pushed my hair behind my ear gently. This small action caused my blush to deepen dramatically. I honestly could have died that moment and I'd have died a happy adolescent.

He obviously picked up on my thoughts, as his face turned serious. "No, I really can't."

I assumed my blush disappeared, and I stepped back from him, now nervous as to what was going on. "What do you mean?"

He smiled again, and moved closer to the window, preparing to leave again. "Now if I told you that, the surprise would be ruined."

With that, he was gone.

I ran to the window. No Sebastian. Just alleyway. He'd literally disappeared.

I sighed and blew out the candle that was keeping my room alight before quickly slipping into bed. I lay there for quite a while thinking of what Sebastian could possibly want with someone as ordinary as myself. It was truly confusing. I couldn't think of any reason at all.

I'm not even that pretty. At least that's what my father's told me for the past I don't know how long. It has to be true, though. No one's ever told me that I'm at all attractive. So I couldn't be, could I?

I truly don't know what to believe anymore. I wish someone would tell me whom I should trust, whom to listen to.

I don't know how much longer I stared at the moon out my window thinking of Sebastian before I fell asleep.

So maybe my wearisome life was about to get a little interesting…

17 August 1888

As I worked in my father's shop today, I noticed people watching me more than normal. Even the Undertaker down the street a bit came out of his store to watch me for at least an hour before returning to re recluse like habits and darting back inside.

It rained today. Surely standing out in the rain would have made him sick.

What an odd man he is…

I suppose that's really all that happened, other than the usual from my father, though he seemed to be only half-heartedly abusive.

I really don't know what's going on. What happened while I was sleeping to cause this dramatic change?

On another note, there was no sign of Sebastian today. Perhaps next week at the usual time, then.

I can't wait…

Yayy~ Chapter three's finally finished~

And just for those of you who are American, the first floor in England, is the second floor in America. :]

By the way… Thank you all for waiting so long. I know this chapter isn't that long, but I tried my hardest to make it longer than it was originally. Thank you for all your support and stuffs. 3