~Anna's Point of View~

Sometimes I really did forget that he was just a child.

This morning Sebastian spent quite some time planning out an extravagant chocolate statue for the ball tonight. Little did he know Ciel had been waiting for his breakfast for over an hour. Technically speaking; the entire situation was my fault. You see, I was supposed to serve him breakfast because Sebastian had ordered me the night before, but it had completely slipped my mind the next morning. Due to Ciel's hunger, and I guess you could call it boredom, he ended up eating the head of the statue.

The reason I know this is because I walked in at exactly ten o'clock preparing to apologize, but instead I found him passed out in his chair with chocolate smeared all over the place.

"Really Ciel..." I sighed in exasperation.

What do they call it again?

Ah, now I remember. Karma.

I should have listened to Sebastian and then I wouldn't have had to serve him breakfast and clean up this mess.

There was no helping it though, so I decided that the best punishment for both Ciel and I was to wake him and up and make him clean up this mess with me.

I stomped over to Ciel's desk and placed my hand on the back of his chair and began to spin it around. I didn't want to wake him up peacefully. I wanted him to know that he was in the wrong as well.

As the chair spun around and moved slowly across the room, Ciel's eyes opened and he grasped the handles of the chair tightly looking up and then glaring at me before standing and yelling.

"What are you doing?!"

I put my hands on my hips and said, "We both have to clean up this mess now. I do not care if it was because you weren't served breakfast on time, because now I am going to be in a lot of trouble if Sebastian finds out."

Ciel looked at me and for the first time ever he seemed to be accepting the situation and responded, "Okay."

So I handed him a rag and we wiped of the chocolate that was on his desk as well as the floor. And then without warning I "invaded his personal space" as he likes to call it, and I began wiping at his face as he squinted his eyes and tried to move his head back.

"Please stay still." I spoke quietly. Ciel actually almost appeared concerned, and his eyes which were cold and aloof turned soft and gentle. But it was only for a fleeting moment. He soon faded back into his old self, and I was left pitying the ghost of a boy that once existed.

I saw his mother holding his hand and leading him through a crowd of people. I saw him walking up to strangers and telling them that his mother was going to read him a story that night. And he was smiling. A genuine one that didn't curl down at the corners but continued until it reached his eyes. And it lit up his entire face.

So he grew up without wanting to grow up. It was painful and a streak of maturity that he was not ready to take on, but he had to.

How could a boy like this not even know how to tie his own shoes?

I kissed him quickly on the cheek and then continued to wipe of the rest of the chocolate from his hands. Ciel blushed and cleared his throat before saying,

"I was not even able to attend my dance class this morning. I do hope Elizabeth does not expect me to dance at the ball this evening."

"You know Ciel; she likes it when you call her Lizzy."

He looked very confused to why I brought that up, but I wanted him to treat Lizzy well. I wanted them to be as happy as possible so I can live knowing that Ciel is satisfied and Lizzy appreciates every single moment that she has with him.

"You should dance with her Ciel. She likes it when you cooperate and actually attempt to be a gentleman around her." I said.

"I really don't want to. It is going to come off as a way of me thinking of her as my future wife and-"

"And what Ciel? She is you future wife, so why can't you make that impression on her? Why do you deem it as such a mistake?" Ciel pulled his hand away and looked off into the direction of the door. His face became hard and frustrated as he said,

"Your right. It is my duty as the head of the Phantomhives to be betrothed to Elizabeth Cornelia Midford."

I went silent. I didn't know how to respond, so silence seemed to be the place holder.

And that silence stretched out through the rest of the day.