Yeah, I wrote it in 2 days. Yayyyyy...
Chapter 6 - Pedo Vibes
Father was at Earl Barton's party and I hated it because he brought me with him to introduce me to society. I didn't want to have to talk to people, so he took me to a nearby window for us to just talk about some mundane thing like the garden right after he talked to the Earl.
I buried my face on Father's back as best as I could...to trip him. He may have looked the same, but if you look at his lips, you can see them curve in amusement at my attempts. Mother was sick today, so she couldn't come. And I was upset at that. I could have more chances in hiding in her dress and not needing to hear bullshit anymore.
This was not a game. This was bullshitting political lip-service. Ugh, I've always hated it whenever the games always say the same thing and nothing else. They would butter you up and compliment you while they would trick you into giving them more money or an alliance or both. It's gross.
Earl Barton soon called us. So Father smiled down at me and said "Smile", tapping his cheek. I kicked his shin in retaliation.
He patted my head harshly even if it seemed to the others as a soft touch. He also made me introduce myself. He knows how much I hate talking and is forcing me to interact. I only know what to do in this case, act and smile.
And so I did.
"Nice to meet you, Baron Kelvin. I'm Ciel" I added with sparkles. Father seemed to be almost snickering behind his hand, so I kicked backwards to attack his shin once more. You would have thought that he learnt how to dodge, but he didn't.
And so, I felt very, very accomplished. Though I feel really uneasy with this guy. He gives the vibe of a pedo. I hid behind Father.
"I'm sorry, my child is shy around strangers." Yeah, shy is pushing a bit too much. "His health is poor so he doesn't go outside often." Father said. I looked around to find a distraction. Then, I noticed the perfect guy for me.
"Uncle Klaus!" I shouted, running as fast as I could, away from the pedo, towards him. Klaus spun around and quickly picked me up as soon as I barreled into him.
"Oh, Ciel! Guten Tag!" He spun me around. "Long time no see! You have grown a lot!" He joyfully said.
I effectively got myself away from the pedo bear. Father even seemed like he needed my help when he tapped my shoulder? as he folded his hands behind his back. As Klaus and Father hugged, they held a conversation.
So the whole time, I was safe.
"Ciel, I have decided." Mother said to me one day. "You are going to be learning ballet. Of course, I shall be the one teaching you."
I froze. I've always hated ballet. It was the most painful thing I've ever done. Even gymnastics is a lot less painful for me. Father just smiled amusedly, making me curse him in my mind for not trying to talk it out of his wife.
He patted my head, "Well, I have to go for a meeting now." He said, getting out of his seat. He waved goodbye and close the door, leaving me to Mother's mercies.
I was disgusted. Utterly disgusted. That pedo came across my practice in stretching. I felt dirty all over the place where his eyes roamed. Mother got up from forcing me to place my head on my knees. "How rude, interrupting our practice." She huffed. A servant came in and bowed in apology before leading the guy out. I sneered.
"That guy felt disgusting. Mother, may I go take a bath so I might feel clean from his presence?" I asked Mother, who blinked at me before beaming.
"Nope! We'll continue with your practice!" I groaned at her words.
END!
Avisian, my beta reader, made a good question. She felt rather uncomfortable with this chapter and asked whether or not I would ship Ciel with someone older than her. Ugh, I also feel pretty uneasy about it. So, no. I'm not going to ship Ciel with anyone until she gets a lot older. I mean a lot. So, I'm making everything canon when Ciel's about 16. Not too old and not too young. Old as in not a marriageable age yet, because from what I've heard, nobles would marry at either 17 or 18, I forgot.
I'm not a fan of SebaCiel. But more of a DiedVin, or UndeVin. (- This is adorable.
