Chapter 7: Night One.
Rosalina's POV
The grumpy kid with the eye-patch and I sat across from each other in his study. He rested his elbows on the desk as he narrowed his eyes at me.
I rose a brow as I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms, "What are you so fascinated with?"
He furrowed his brows as if he was unaware of what he was doing, "What?"
"You've been staring at me this whole time," I stated matter-of-factly, "Why?"
He finally looked away as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, "You have blue hair and your eyes are two different colors. Don't you find that fascinating?"
I grinned as I tilted my head, "Not in the least."
He looked back at me and scanned my face with his piercing sapphire eyes, "Why is that?"
"Because you have no idea how I got this way," I said, "And if you did know, you'd understand why it's not fascinating."
He sat up straight as he folded his arms, "Then tell me."
"How about you answer some of my questions," I suggested.
He sighed, "Fine. What's your question?"
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on his desk as I narrowed my eyes at him in the same fashion he did towards me, "Who are you? Why were you looking for me? Why do you seem so angry all the time? Why do you have a demon butler? Why is your demon butler looking at me creepily? And why do you have an eye-patch?"
The kid's eyebrow twitched in what I assumed was annoyance, and he sighed heavily, "Why are you asking so many questions?"
I rose both of my brows as I grinned, "You answer my questions, and I'll answer yours."
He sighed once more, "I am Ciel Phantomhive, son of Vincent. I am the queen's Guard Dog, and owner of Funtom Company. I was looking for you because I wanted to learn more about you. I'm not angry all of the time, I'm just annoyed. Why I have a demon butler is my own business, and as for why he's looking at you 'creepily,' I don't know. And I wear this eye-patch to cover my eye, obviously. Satisfied?"
"Not at all," I muttered.
His brow twitched once more and he began rubbing his temples, "Now it's my turn to ask questions. What's your name?"
"Rosalina," I stated plainly, sitting back in my seat.
He stared at me intently, "And your last name?"
I shrugged, "Don't remember it."
"You don't remember your last name," he questioned, sounding somewhat surprised.
I nodded, "Yep. It took me a while to even recall my first name, but I'm sure that I'll eventually remember it."
"Are you suffering from amnesia," he asked, furrowing his brows.
"I suppose you could say that," I said, tilting my head as I thought about it.
"Explain," he ordered.
I gazed at the ground as I tried to interpret the situation, "Amnesia may have been one of the side effects from the experimentation."
"Experimentation," he inquired, "You mean to say you were experimented on?"
I grinned mockingly, "That's exactly what I'm saying." Just as he was about to say something, I stood up. "It's late, Phantomhive. Can't we just go to bed and finish this conversation some other time," I asked.
He nodded as he looked over at his butler, "Sebastian, prepare a room for her."
A wicked smirk claimed his lips as he bowed to the kid, "Of course, my lord." He then led me out of the study and down the hallway. Once I entered the bedroom, he shut the door behind him.
I furrowed my brows, "Why'd you close the door?"
The same sinister smile from before was still spread across his face, "It's unladylike to change into your nightgown with the door open, Miss Rosalina. What if someone were to walk by and see you?"
"I understand that," I huffed, "But why are you in here? And why are you acting strangely polite all of a sudden?"
He strolled over to the closet and pulled out a white lace nightgown, "Because I'm going to help prepare you for bed, Miss Rosalina. If you're a guest at the Phantomhive manor, it's only natural that you be treated with the utmost courtesy."
I shook my head as I attempted to take the gown from him, "I appreciate it, but I'd prefer to dress myself."
He placed one finger in front of his lips in a hushing manner, "Quiet, my dear. I must obey my master's orders, so we might as well get this over with."
I sighed heavily, "You're not going to give up, are you?"
He shot me a closed-eye smile, "Never."
I looked away awkwardly, "Fine... Hurry up."
Swiftly, he dressed me into the nightgown and tucked me into the bed. He looked at me with his perilous crimson eyes as he stood in the doorway, "Sleep well, runt."
"Damn demon," I mumbled.
I laid quietly in the bed until I heard his footsteps fade away, then I carefully got out of the bed and walked into the washroom that was on the other side of the room. I locked the door behind me as I then proceeded to the bathtub.
I turned on the water and waited for the tub to fill up. Once that was done, I turned off the faucet and gently sat down in the water. A silent sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, "This is going to be a long night..."
