Running.

Ciel ran as fast as he could to get to the class. His therapy session with Dr. Michaelis had run overtime, and now he was five minutes late to his calculus class with Dr. Faustus and had also lost his way. The walls of the hospital seemed to continue forever, winding this way and that, upstairs and down. It felt like some maze made out of stone hedges.

The figure that Ciel ran into was lean and when the collision happened it hurt really bad and involved enough force to knock the small child down onto his rear.

"Oh! You alright, kid?" The voice was deep yet expressionful. It sounded American.

Ciel looked up and saw a young man, face handsome, peppered slightly with stubble, cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth, standing there.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" apologized Ciel as he stood up, brushing the dust off of him. "I was running and wasn't looking where I was going. I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, kid, I should've gotten the hell out of the way! You 'round that corner flying!" he said with a laugh. He gazed up towards an old clock on the wall. "Whew, you're ten minutes late to whatever it is, kid. Whose class are you going to?"

"Dr. Faustus."

"Damn! That's the last class I'd want to be late to! Here, I'll show you how to get there."

"Sounds good. Thank you so much, sir."

"You can call me Mr. Bardroy, kid."

"Ciel."

Even by the man's side, the halls felt no smaller. He was huddled closely to the man's side. Mr. Bardroy chuckled.

"You're a scared little rabbit, aren't ya?"

"I guess. This place gives me the creeps. What do you do here, anyway?

"Me? Why I'm just the handyman, making sure that this place doesn't fall down any time soon," he said with a tinge of pride.

"Sounds like a fun job."

"Not as easy as it sounds, trust me. It seems like that roof wants to cave in every time a car goes by! Now let's get you to class; I got a girl to see!"

The moment Ciel said goodbye and thanked the man for showing him the way and had entered the room, he immediately regretted it. First off, the general murmur in the classroom of Dr. Faustus talking about triangles and whatnot, which the author thinks is similar enough to calculus to be used as filler in this story even though they are in calculus at this moment and should know what counts, ceased suddenly. Secondly, the look Dr. Faustus gave him was enough to kill a basilisk.

"Why isn't it Mr. Phantomhive? Thank you so much for taking time out of your schedule to join us today." He gave a wide gesture towards the kids sitting there. Ciel noticed Alois out right, smug face staring at the timid boy with sadistic glee.

Beign neverous and in front of a class never boded well with Ciel and so when he next spoke it sounded something like: "Wellyouseeiwaslostanddidntknowwheretogoanddrmichaelishadtoleavesohecouldntshowmebutthisniceguynamedmrbardroyhelpedand-"
"ENOUGH!" Claude's tone was loud and angry. "Please, Mr. Phantomhive, take a seat next to Alois and be quiet. Thank you."

Ciel sat down, feeling Dr. Faustus's and everyone else's gaze as he did so.

The voice of Claude continued now, deep and boring.

At one point during the lesson, Ciel felt a wad of paper hit his left shoulder. He looked over and saw Alois, devious smile large, holding a drawing of a very anatomically correct penis up.

Meanwhile, in another wing of the building, a blond man with a cigar crushed by his foot kissed a red haired lady passionately, away from prying eyes in a closet.

They made sounds of contentment as they did so. But eventually the lady pulled away and adjusted her glasses, a look of shame on her face.

"What is it?" The man pondered, slightly worried at her sudden change in demeanor.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you, there is."

"What?"

She looked at him, to the left, to the right, and to him again. She inhaled her breath.

"I'm pregnant."

A/N: not sure how to begin apologizing for this. I've been so busy it's not even funny. Hopefully this'll suffice. The next chapter will be dark and mysterious, I swear! Read and review please! Thanks!