Hayato POV
"Excuse me Miss, who are you?" a timid voice asked.
I turned to see a boy.
"Hayato, and you are?"
"Finnian, Miss, but just call me Finny."
"Are you the gardener for Lord Phantomhive?"
He nodded.
"This is a very beautiful garden."
"Thank you Miss."
"Please, just call me Hayato."
He sat down beside me and we talked about various flowers and plants.
I stood up, "I should get going now. I'll see you around."
"I'll see you around, Hayato," he waved as I walked off.
That garden seemed to be done to well for someone like Finny. I'm guessing Sebastian takes care of it more often than not. Finny must have been employed because of his super strength and such.
I walked back to my room to see Marco waiting and holding some files.
"I have some information," he informed and handed me the files.
"Thanks Marco," I grinned and lay on the bed to start reading it.
Interesting. I was right to call him intriguing and it seems that maybe sometimes, he isn't as childish as he looks and seems.
Lord Phantomhive burst into my room holding several files.
"Why is there barely anything about you?" he asked.
"Because."
"Because?"
"Just because."
He looked at the files in my hands and smirked, "I wonder how much of that is true."
"I assure you that it is all very much true," Marco said coming out of the shadows.
I smiled, "Lord Phantomhive, Marco is an arctic fox. He is no doubt as sneaky and sly as a normal fox. I can always guarantee that the information that he collects is rarely faulty."
I gave him the paper and as he read them his eye widened.
"Impossible…"
The papers dropped to the floor. Marco picked them up.
"You can get rid of them, Marco," I said, "I don't need it anymore."
"As you wish, Hayato."
"Sebastian!" Lord Phantomhive yelled.
"You called, Master?"
"How is it that Marco was able to get information about me that was actually pretty much spot on?"
"Marco is an arctic fox. Fox demons are sneakier and slyer than normal demons. They can collect information that has been destroyed to the blind eye."
"Why is there nothing on Lady Ansastu?"
"I do not know. Why don't you ask her?"
"I did."
"Ask her again."
He turned to me, "Why is there virtually no information on you?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Just because."
"Just because what?"
"Jut because it is."
He was starting to lose his patience with me.
Sebastian spoke up, "It's probably for the same reason as you, Master."
He looked at me in disbelief, "Couldn't you just tell me that?"
"I didn't need to," I answered, "Why are you so annoyed? I mean, what I do is my business, not yours, Ciel."
"I did not say that you could call me by my name."
"Lord Phantomhive is too long to say. If we are to be working together, it will be easier to call you Ciel. I suggest you call me Hayato."
"I think not, Lady Ansatsu," he disagreed.
"I think so, Ciel."
"I think not, Lady Ansatsu."
"Hayato," I corrected.
"Lady Ansatsu."
"Hayato."
"Lady Ansatsu."
"Hayato."
"Lady Ansatsu."
"Lady Ansatsu."
"Hayato."
I grinned, "Nice to know that you finally agree."
"Wait, what?! You tricked me!"
"I think that you'll find that my behaviour isn't lady like either," I continued, "Also don't try and improve my behaviour either."
"I could tell that you weren't very lady like when you entered a room by a window," he scoffed.