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"If no one is around, young master, who is to say that either of those men existed?"

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'M-a-r-c-h. 2-1. 2-0-0-5.'

He wrote slowly, trying to make the letters and numbers as clear as he could, so he would be able to read what he wrote when he looked at the paper again later.

'T-o-d-a-y i-n m-a-t-h I—'

"Sile? Sile! There you are, Sile! Why aren't you outside? It's recess!"

The boy looked up irritably from where he was sitting at the desk. His bright blue eyes came to focus on the figure of the young girl bounding toward him in the dim room. He tried not to flinch away from her overly-loud voice.

"I never play outside, Lizzie. Haven't you realized that yet? I don't have time!"

The girl pouted, but bounced closer to him to see what he was writing. "What'cha doin', anyway? Your day plan?"

"Yeah. If I don't write it down, I'll forget." The boy turned his attention back to his paper as the girl leaned further over to read in the slight light.

"You should turn on the light in here, Sile. You'll go blind before you're twenty!"

"I'll be fine," he retorted. "And how many times do I have to tell you? It's Ciel. See-ell."

Lizzie blinked and then grinned. "Oh, so you want to play the pretend game again? Okay! I love pretending to be the lady of grand house. And your wife to boot!" She beamed and hopped up to sit on his desk. "So, grand Earl Phantomhive, what shall we do today?"

Sile glared at her.

"…You're mocking me."

He stood up and grabbed his papers, tucking his pencil behind his ear after a few tries.

"No, I'm not! I promise I'm not, Si—Ciel! I promise!" Lizzie jumped down off the desk and laid her hand on the boy's shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving. He shook her off.

"Come on, Sebastian. It's almost time for—for…" He sighed and checked the notes written on the palm of his hand. "Yes, almost time for English, thank you." He walked past Lizzie and out the door, but not before putting his tinted glasses on.

Lizzie watched him go sadly.

Okay, time for an explanation. Ciel's reincarnation, Sile (pronounced Shee-leh, as far as my gaelic skills go), has developmental dyspraxia. It interferes with his fine motor skills, meaning he can't do buttons, can't tie laces, can't write very neatly, etc. It also stuck him with an system of weak muscles, so he has very bad stamina and gets tired doing even very menial things. He has trouble tracking the speed of oncoming objects, such as cars or people in a crowd, and has light and sound sensitivity. Because of his dyspraxia, he also has a very, VERY bad short term memory. His long term memory is phenominal, stretching even as far back as his previous life.

And there's the problem. He still thinks that he's Ciel, not Sile. He knows that his parents are alive, and he knows what day it is and stuff, but he still thinks that he's an earl. Most importantly, he still thinks Sebastian is around. The Sebastian he is talking to is imaginary, and he just makes up Sebastain's replies as if the demon were actually there, because he thinks he is. Okay?

All my info came from wikipedia, so sorry if it's wrong. Please review, and continue to enjoy!