A/N: Poor Ciel. :c This chapter is set on Friday morning.
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
Point of View: Sebastian Michaelis
Chapter 3
Even if it's still dark outside, I love to wake up in the mornings. I don't mind if the sun hasn't risen; that simply means I have some time to prepare for the day. As I open my eyes, I turn my head to the window and see the dark sky. It must be about 6 in the morning then.
I stretch my arms for a moment, then swing my legs around the side of the bed. As I take a glance at the clock, I find my earlier assumption to be correct; it's 6:43.
When I step out of bed and my feet hit the floorboards, I walk to the restroom and take a shower. As I dress in a towel and head to my dresser, I pick out my outfit for the day. I'm not doing anything or going anywhere special today, so I suppose casual attire is appropriate. My clothes are organized according to color and occasion. I wouldn't call myself a perfectionist, but I prefer cleanliness and order.
After I finish dressing myself, I walk down the hallway to the kitchen. Luckily, I was paying attention to my steps, otherwise I would have run into someone.
"Timmy! What are you doing in the hallway? I almost kicked you."
"Mrow."
My cat, Timber is always trying to be a rebel and disobey me at all costs, even if that means being kicked in the hallway. I can't stay mad at him though; he's so adorable! Aside from Timber, I have two other cats: Thompson (Tommy) and Canterbury (Berry).
All of them are from the same litter and are Maine Coons. Their fur is so soft and fluffy, I can't help but pick them up every time I see them. They all look so similar; it's as if they're triplets or something of that sort. In order for me to distinguish the difference between the three, I have a system.
Timmy, Berry, and Tommy all have purple ribbons tied around their necks with their respective names. This helps me remember quite easily, and aside from that; it adds to their adorable figures.
Once I see him staring at me, I pick him up and cuddle with him for a moment. "Timmy, you know I can't stay mad at you, but why must you be such a delinquent?" A bright smile appears on my face as I fluff the fur on his head and place him back on the floor.
He starts to trot away into the kitchen, signaling me that he wants his breakfast. I quickly follow after, not wanting to disappoint my kittens. Of course, by the time I enter the kitchen, Berry and Tommy are already there. They all look up at me with a look of hunger, which makes me hurry to fill their food bowls.
Maybe I spoil them too much.
But, how can I not?
As soon as I finish pouring the new food into their bowls they immediately start chomping away at the kibbles. How cute.
My meal is a bit more flavorful than theirs; consisting of poached eggs with bacon and a glass of orange juice. When I open my fridge to take out the eggs and bacon, I realize I need to go to the store to buy some more orange juice.
Once I finish my meal and clean up the dishes, I grab my keys and head for the door, when I spot something very adorable on my couch. Berry is curled up in a ball, purring. How am I supposed to leavenow?
"Berry, you can't keep doing this to me!" I smile widely and scratch his ears for a few seconds. "I need to go to the store, but I'll be back later, okay?" Before leaving, I turn on the radio so they won't feel alone while I'm gone.
Maybe I do spoil them.
After stepping out of my car and walking inside the market, I see shopping carts and baskets. This causes me to stop walking and think for a moment.
Do I need anything else while I'm here? Maybe I'll buy some new plush toys for the trio back home. I'm sure they'll enjoy new additions to their toy basket. Deciding this, I take a basket and head for the refrigerated section for juice. Once I find a carton with a decent expiration date, I glance at my watch to check the time.
Time flies by so quickly, doesn't it? Maybe that's just when I'm in the company of my beautiful kittens. Speaking of which, I still need to purchase some toys for the trio. I head to aisle 4, which contains merchandise based on cats. I love this isle.
Unintentionally, I smile as I walk into the aisle and see all of the potential items. Which should I choose? Oh, they'll be so happy when I bring these home. Maybe Timmy will behave more with these.
Once I'm satisfied with my choices, I pay for the goods and carry them back to my car. But, as I sit in my car, I look ahead through my windshield and see something that catches my eye. This 'something' is a few yards away, walking on the sidewalk.
Is that a boy? Why does he have...?
As the boy walks out of my view, I shake my head and convince myself I must have been seeing things.
I walk up to my house and unlock the door, opening it as I carry the bags of toys and orange juice. When I enter, I don't see my kitties, which means they are probably in their play room. The radio is still on, so I turn it off as I pass by. Walking over to the fridge and putting the orange juice away, I carry the rest of the items I bought to my kittens' play room.
Before entering, I can hear the small chimes of their toys and the pitter patter of their feet on the carpet. As soon as I enter, they all look at me and then at the bags I'm holding.
"I'm back guys! Did you miss me?" I doubt they even noticed I was gone, to be honest. When I pour out all of the toys, I clip the tags and then smile at them warmly. It's so heartwarming to see the trio having such fun. Noticing they no longer acknowledge my presence, I exit and leave them to have their fun.
What should I do today? Hmm. Maybe I could go see a movie or visit the beach. Well, perhaps considering I've lived here for quite a while now and never taken a walk around town or been to a park, I suppose I should spend some time there. This seems like a good plan, since Bard, Mey-Rin, and Finny are all out of town for a few weeks on vacation. Even if my friends aren't here, I still plan to find enjoyment.
I know of a few parks around my house, but the closest one I know of is the Clapham Common community park. From what I've heard, it seems acceptable. Alright, so I'll visit the park today.
After checking to make sure Timber, Thompson, and Canterbury are well and their food and water are full, I head out the door once more. As I pass my car, I decide to walk, instead of drive, to the park. I suppose since the park is quite close to my house, walking isn't too much of a burden.
When I reach the park, I take a look around and I am stunned to see how impeccably clean it is. Not one piece of trash litters the freshly-cut grass, and there are only a few scattered leaves under the many trees. Simply put: this park is beautiful.
Why haven't I visited sooner?
This area is quite large, actually. As I continue my walk through the grass, I notice it's scale. Maybe I can bring my kitties here one day; on leashes, of course.
My pace slows down a considerable amount as I reach an area of trees that block out the sun perfectly. As my eyes drift from tree to tree, I notice something underneath the fullest tree. What is that? I can't quite see what it is from this distance, I suppose I should—
Wait.
It moved. Is it alive? As I hone in on the creature, my eyes widen and my jaw slacks slightly. It's that boy. That boy I saw earlier at the market. So my eyes hadn't been deceiving me.
A few crows are communicating to one another above his tree, causing him to turn his gaze upward. Since he seems so entranced by this sight, he doesn't notice when I walk up to him. This boy is a sight I've never once seen in my life.
His appearance is startling at first, considering his feline-like ears placed on his head and the fluffy tail behind him. This boy's dark blue hair matches the fur and tail, but the dirt coating his hair makes it a bit difficult to tell. His clothes are worn and tattered, not to mention the filth covering every inch of them. When I look at his face I can see one eye; his left. It's a deep cobalt blue, a massive contrast to his pale face. His bangs barely cover his right eye, making it hidden. This boy can't be more than twelve years of age, seeing as how his frame is so small and thin.
"Pardon me." I tilt my head to the side and look at him, taking in his appearance. I know he's completely filthy,but he's adorable. A smile grows on my face as I realize he doesn't hear me. That smile disappears quickly, however, when I notice something about his right eye. Under his bangs, I can barely see a reflection of his left eye, but it's a different color. Why...?
I lean in closer to take a better look, and notice that it is, indeed, another color. It's violet. What happened to him?
A few bicyclists ride by and startle the crows, making them disperse. The boy then lowers his head and has a look of pure horror on his face upon seeing my own. I can tell he's shocked, since he made a small squeak of a noise. To give him some room, I straighten myself back up and can't help the smile creep onto my face after I hear his noise.
"Hello." He starts to stare at me and I can tell he isn't comfortable around me. As he observes me I take a moment to look at his cat-like ears and tail. They look so soft and by the way they move, I can tell they are connected to his body. This sort of thing isn't natural, so why does he have them?
"What do you want?" Oh, so he's trying to fend me off, then?
"Why do you assume I 'want' something? Am I not allowed to say 'Hello'?" He won't be able to rid himself of me that easily. I smirk at the game I decide to play, by answering his questions with questions. Oh, how fun.
"Fine then." I can tell he hasn't spoken to anyone in a while, seeing how his voice is so frail.
"I'm Sebastian Michaelis." Maybe he'll at least tell me his name. The boy under the tree has caught my interest, despite his filthiness.
"Ciel Phantomhive." I wasn't expecting him to answer, since I can tell he wants to be rid of me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ciel." I smile a warm smile and wait a while, not knowing if he will say anything else. When he doesn't speak, I notice how lonely he looks. He must be lonely if he's at the park by himself talking to a stranger.
I walk over to the tree trunk and sit down, a foot away from Ciel, hoping he will not take offence to this action. As I do this, I can see the slightest shade of pink form on Ciel's cheeks.
"What are you doing?" He sounds embarrassed, but I can tell he's trying to conceal that with fake anger.
"Can I not sit down?" And so, we continue my questions game.
"What I mean, is; why are you sitting next to me?" Oh my, it seems he's figured out my game and cheated with a direct question.
"I thought we could chat for a while, if that's alright with you." Upon turning my head to face him, his blue and what I suspect to be violet eyes are staring directly into mine. This gives me a better view of his right eye, and I can't help but think: is he blind in that eye?
Upon noticing that I've been staring at his eye, he turns it away from my view and hisses, "Actually, I was kind of hoping to take a nap, if you don't mind."
A nap? Why would he take a nap in a park full of strange people? Well, I suppose I'm a strange person as well. I smirk and reply with a cunning statement, "Well, don't mind me, I just need to relax for a while."
At this, he stands up and looks as if he's intending to walk away. Once he stands, however, I notice how...cute he looks. On the small of his back, hanging out of his shirt, is his blue tail. It reminds me of my kittens back home, with the way it sways and flickers.
His ears are pointed with that deep blue fur covering the entire surface. I have to fight back the urge to pet them with all my will. I know I love cats, but this is different. Right?
"I take it you're leaving, then?"
"Yes."
"Where are you going?" I assume he doesn't have a home, judging by his clothes and the fact that he's by himself. This concerns me quite a bit, actually. I don't want Ciel living in the gutter somewhere, alone.
"Home." I do hope he isn't homeless.
That's when he starts to walk away from me. I can't let him escape that easily. As I stand up to follow him, I notice something in his previous spot on the floor. It's parchment and a string; most likely from a dessert. I pick this up and catch up with Ciel, intending to return it to him; I don't want trash to start to fill up the park. When I walk next to him, I notice his cheeks are pink again, which makes me unintentionally smile.
Maybe I should walk with him and find out where he lives, to make sure he's safe. "You won't mind if I escort you back, do you?"
"Yes, I do mind." Well, that's not going to stop me, Ciel. I don't want you to be unsafe. I don't know why I feel this way, but I feel the need to protect him.
"Stop following me." Since he's not going to allow me to follow him, I suppose I'll just find out where he lives later.
"Alright, but you forgot something." I almost forgot about the trash he left.
I hand the remains to him and as he takes them. He looks looks as though he's contemplating something as he stares. When we walk up to a trash can, I expect he will throw them away, but he instead tucks them away inside his pocket. He uses everything he can, doesn't he?
I give him a courtly bow and head in a different direction. I don't intend to leave for my home just yet, since I want to see where he goes. When I stop walking behind a shrub, I see him turn into an alleyway. An alleyway? The thought of Ciel living in an alley brings a knot in my stomach. This...isn't right. I can't just stand by and let this happen.