Chapter 6

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"Get up! Those who slack get a smack!"

The voice was loud enough to jolt me awake. Sunlight peered through the window like an overly bright flashlight. Strong and vibrant, I squinted against it with a dizzy-like frown. Was it always this bright this early in the morning? I looked towards the clock, a plan gray disc sitting adjacent to the window. It was one of the very few decorations adorning the nearly empty room, and it was an important one.

Seven forty five.

Crap, I overslept and missed the morning tea. Honestly, could I be blamed? Morning tea was a British custom, one I wasn't used to. They craved their tea like a bee craved a flower. Who got up that early just to drink a beverage? They were insane…all of them.

"C'mon! I'll break every door open you first year newbies!" The voice was louder this time, whoever it was, they were getting closer to my door.

I scrambled out of bed, tripping over the tangled up sheets and falling face-first into the floor. I had taken the wrapping off last night because of how uncomfortable the thought of sleeping in it was. There were two beds inside this room, but they were both empty. I assumed it was safe to do so. I never would have imagined someone would burst inside without permission.

I got up quickly, clad in only my underwear, bare feet slamming against the floor, and reached the door just in time. I turned the lock, sighing in relief. I could hear people crying out in surprise as doors were flung open, having been too late to lock them. Whatever was happening outside my door, It was chaos.

I had to get clothed, fast.

I didn't have much time to properly organize the clothes I was given by Ciel, a black uniform with a tailcoat just like his, a shirt with a tie, new shoes and socks, even an insignia of my new dorm. I was too tired despite sleeping most of the ride away in the carriage, and I collapsed on the bed as soon as my own clothes were off and Sebastian had gone.

The uniform lay sprawled on the floor next to yesterday's clothes, and I grabbed it quickly.

"Hey! Open the damned door!" I nearly jumped out of my skin when my door rattled, angry knocks pounding against wood.

Seriously, what was his problem? That jerk. Was this even allowed?

My hands shook as I hurried to wrap the bindings around my chest just as Mey-Rin had done. It was hard, I didn't have a good angle to pull, but it would have to do. I didn't have the time to fuss about it.

"Are ya deaf? Or just plain stupid?!" The voice was getting angrier.

I snatched the uniform and threw it on as best I could, fingers quickly fumbling with the undershirt, trying to smooth it out. I froze when I saw the tie. I didn't know how to put one on, I never had to.

"I'm gonna count to three before I break the door down!" He warned.

I fumbled with the tie, settling on a messy knot before sliding into the trousers.

"One!"

The socks were next, they were easy enough to slide into.

"Two!"

The shoes were last, they were a little big when I slid them on, I had to remember to put extra padding, or at least use two socks.

"Three!" He snarled.

I slid thin fingers against murky blue locks in a desperate attempt to comb it before rushing to the door and opening it. I knew I looked more than a little disheveled. I didn't care at this point. I was dressed and that was all that mattered.

I was expecting to see a tall burly man, but was surprised to find a young male only a mere few inches taller than me. He had a scar across his left eye, only a bit hidden by the dark eye makeup. Or was it drawn on? It was so well done that it was nearly impossible to tell.

That wasn't what stood out the most about him, however unusual the make up was for a boy, It was the hair. He sported a crazy flamboyant hairstyle. A mohawk to be exact, with the long strand of front hair falling to the side.

I noticed his uniform was covered by a cloak.

Looking past him I could see everyone had one, prancing around the dorm room hallway in a groggy state, trying to get ready as older looking boys threw pillows around to encourage them.

Animals, all of them.

I was going to throw a fit if a pillow happened to hit me.

"Ah, what the hell…?" Mohawk guy pointed towards my tie with a black polished fingernail.

I followed his gaze to stare lamely at my sad excuse for a tie, which hung down my collarbone like a wilted flower. It was not common for a woman to wear a tie in the netherlands.

"Um…I-I slept in it." I stammered, hoping my lie passed.

"Are you serious? Fix that shit before class, what's your family name? They raise you in a fish pond?" He snapped, frown deepening in annoyance.

"Phantomhive, you don't have to be-Phantomhive?!" He cut me off, eyes widening in surprise.

He looked like a racoon caught digging in the trash.

"Yes?" I blinked, stepping back when he crouched down to my level, racoon eyes scanning my face intensely.

"Phantomhive? Heh…you're related to that cyclop?" He stood, stifling an amused cackle.

"Guess that's why he tried to come around yesterday."

I wasn't sure how to feel about the insult to Ciel's eye situation, but I immediately decided I didn't like this guy. Nevertheless, I had to keep a low profile, so all I did was nod quietly, eyes narrowing as he stepped back dismissively.

"Hurry up and get ready for class, you missed tea time so you'll have to go without it, don't be late next time, since you're new you get a free pass but purple house won't be so lenient next week." He grinned, eyes twinkling in delight. "Better adapt fast, Phantomhive."

He whirled around, attention now turned to the rest of the closed dorms. Some people were apparently deep sleepers. I turned to look for the slip Ciel had given me, finding it in my suitcase. I had art, it was a good start. I wasn't an early bird and something calm and simple that didn't require too much thinking was perfect.

I eyed the slip wearily.

Classes started at seven am sharp, no exceptions.

So I not only missed morning tea, I was also fifteen minutes late to my first class. Great. Definitely a poor start.

Judging from all the noise and groans outside my door, I at least could take solace in the fact I wasn't the only one. There was a top hat by my suitcase, as well as a cloak similar to Mohawks. I was so rushed in getting dressed I had failed to notice them there. Did I have to wear those? It wasn't raining outside…It didn't make sense to wear something meant for the weather indoors, yet another strange habit about this dorm.

I decided against it. I had very little time to dwell on it, I had to go.

With that in mind, I turned to leave, not bothering to make my bed, and flinched as I nearly collided with the second torso this week.

A gasp escaped my lips, as did he. We both stepped back simultaneously.

"Sorry! I didn't know someone was still in here." A boy, roughly a little older than Ciel.

His hair was dark, with shaggy locks covering his forehead. The eyebags under his eyes were a sharp indicator he hardly ever got any sleep, and the freckles on his face stood out against the cream color of his skin. He couldn't have been older than seventeen, and he looked like the shy type.

"That's okay." I murmured, keeping my voice as low as possible.

I had no idea how I was going to go about hardly talking when everyone was getting in my face as soon as morning hit. It was inevitable.

"A-are you a late applicant too?" He asked nervously, eyeing my belongings with round eyes.

I nodded.

"Thought so, classes started only two days ago…" he winced at the nearby sound of Mohawk running his mouth at another victim.

My guess was Mohawk was a senior, it was always like this in schools, there was a hierarchy. At least it was what I had heard. Lysa was the one who went off to boarding school for a good while. It was not going to be fun being bossed around by the upper grads.

"Are you rooming here?" I eyed his own suitcase in curiosity.

"Yeah, guess we're roomies, I'm Cole." He shot his hand out, which I took with an ice stone gaze.

Ciel did not mention I was going to be rooming with someone else, a boy to be exact. Just how was this going to work out? Now I had to figure out where to change…removing my bindings in front of this boy was out of the question.

"S-Noah." I mentally kicked myself for nearly making the mistake of saying my real name.

Ciel could have at least given me some time to practice.

"Good to meet you, I'll be looking forward to being your roommate." His smile was warm despite looking uncomfortable. This boy was in literal pain when it came to socializing.

"Likewise…I should get going, rather, we should get going." I responded.

I had already wasted more than enough time, and I wanted to go about my classes and meet Ciel at the gazebo as he had suggested. If I got in trouble for not attending it might not be possible.

"Right, er, do you have art by any chance?" He fumbled around with his own slip.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do." I said with a nod.

This was good. If he had the same class I could use him if I needed help with directions. Even if he was new, a noble was better informed about the customs of this school.

"Do you know where it is?" I asked hopefully.

He nodded. "Yes, we can go together."

"Yes please! Thank you." I was relieved.

I didn't have to waste time looking for my class, and asking a senior was out of the question if I was going to be chastised for being late. I knew this was a strict school that was built on the strongest of discipline, but still…to be woken up in such a way.

"It's no problem." He stepped aside to let me through, and I closed the door behind me.

The hallway was a mess, students were scrambling to get themselves in order while older looking seniors laughed and howled in disapproval. Shoving, pulling on robes, pillows flying everywhere. I felt sorry for the people whos rooms were ransacked, and grateful I had stood my ground in the doorway, even if it was quietly. I would go crazy if my cards were thrown around.

Their cloaks made them look like ghosts, swaying across the hall in a phantom-like manner. A perfect look for a dorm such as this.

"This way." Cole tugged on my sleeve, pointing towards a door at the back end of the hall.

I didn't hesitate in following, dashing through robed bodies to keep up and make it to the exit. He was like a mouse, quick and on his feet, avoiding the looming hawk circling the sky. These were skills I had to learn if I was to survive for the next few days, or the next few weeks. Lord knew how long I was to stay here, pretending to be a noble.

I breathed in relief once we were out into the main hall. Nobody was around. Now that daylight had spread throughout the open windows I could see the design of the building more clearly. The decor was fancy, but it also reminded me of some underground wizard den. The gothic architecture suited a haunted cathedral.

"The arts section should be outside near the music theater." His footsteps echoed throughout the silence as he walked forward.

I followed eagerly, eyeing my surroundings with tired eyes. This was the place Derrick had gone missing, this was where he was last seen. What could have happened to him? Was it too early to ask Cole about him?

I decided against it.

Cole was new, it made sense for him not to know anything. I had to somehow look around when I got the chance. If only I knew where to start…

"Are you okay?" Coles voice brought me back to reality, and I squinted up at the sky once we made it out.

If the inside looked funny, the outside was even more so. There were headstones and crosses on the ground, trees devoid of leaves and painted black despite the season being spring.

It looked like a graveyard. It was a dormitory fit for the eccentric type.

"I think I slept too much." I murmured, feet crunching against fresh grass as we approached a smaller building adjacent to the dorm.

At least the grass looked alive, the place wasn't totally dead.

"You looked troubled, if you're worried about being late I'm sure they'll take it easy on us first years." I knew he was only trying to reassure me, but he sounded worried himself.

"What do you know about this school?" If we were walking together, I may as well try to fish what I could out of him.

"About Weston? Only that it's one of the better schools, my family worked hard to get me a place here, they are both well known musicians and expect me to be too…but you know, I lean more towards the arts." He gave a small laugh.

"That's pleasant to hear." I wasn't sure if I should bring up the disappearances, perhaps it was also too soon.

"What about you? I heard you say Phantomhive when that fag asked you about your name, I must admit it's not familiar, what's your family business in?" He asked, dark eyes bright with curiosity.

I almost choked on my own saliva.

"Oh, uh, toys, we own a toy company, but my brother runs it, I studied abroad before coming to Weston." I blurted, hoping he wouldn't pry on the details.

"Moreover, what's a fag?" I asked quickly before he had the chance to ask me what school I had attended.

His eyes grew big in disbelief, and it was my turn to be nervous. Did I ask the wrong thing?

"You don't know? Even first years are told about it, this school is run by the principal, who in turn chooses the highest grade seniors. The selection criteria are good grades, a good character, and an exemplary attitude to life. Their duty is to monitor their respective house and ensure that the other students conform to the standards and regulations of the school." There was a certain brightness to his tone, like a fan looking up to an idol.

"Four seniors?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! They are called the perfects, these four perfects will have what's called a fag. Prefects' fags have special rights such as they are allowed to wear the dormitory flower on their chest similar to the P4 and they can cross the lawn if permitted. They may also accompany the prefects whilst they are in the Swan, the prefects fags may attend the midnight tea party organized by the headmaster together with the P4, it's truly an honerary role to have! That guy waking everyone up back there is purple house's fag, Cheslock, be careful about talking back to him, his status is higher than ours." He warned.

I took this all in, trying not to be too overwhelmed by the sudden information Ciel had forgotten to mention. So only the perfects and their fags were permitted to walk on the lawn. I understood now why Ciel had said not to step on the grass. Did he learn from experience?

"I see." I was grateful to have come across him, I felt knowing this was crucial.

The art building was cool when we entered, large doors squeaking in protest when I pushed back against them to close.

"Our class is on the first floor, introduction to art, let's hurry." He sped forward, and I followed quickly.

The class was quiet when we approached, the smell of paper and the sound of pencil rubbing against its surface filled the air. I could feel curious eyes roll towards us as we crept towards the teacher standing near the front desk, a slim english man with long dark hair, the glasses he wore were squared, half-hidden beneath strands of thick bangs.

Even the teachers looked eccentric.

I watched as Cole handed him his slip, ignoring the cold stares I was sure were on us. I mimicked his action and offered mine when his was returned. Beady eyes nodded towards me as the teacher took my slip and stamped it, writing down my information on what I could only assume was the attendance log.

How much trouble did Ciel have to go through just to squeeze me in here? I eyed the classroom, noticing every seat was taken except for two. One at the far back and one at the front, which Cole took nervously.

For a prestigious school like this I was sure Ciel had paid some sort of fee.

"Have a seat, next tardy will be punishable." The cold voice of my instructor was sharp.

"Y-yes" I almost curtsied, almost.

It was little things like that I had to pay attention to. Boys didn't curtsy, stupid me. I was sure to get caught at this rate. My footsteps were loud as I hurried towards the back, eyes gazing at me cooly from all sides. The attention was making me self conscious, I hated being in the spotlight. Cole must have taken the front to let me melt into the safety of the back, nice and quiet, away from judging eyes. Even shy as he was…it was thoughtful of him.

I took a seat, the only seat available really, right beside a tall long figure. Cloaked like everyone else, I could hardly see his face, and the long hair didn't help. What I did notice was the color, a split black and white, it stood out like a sore thumb.

Even in a room full of eccentrics.

"Excuse me." I sat next to him.

It was inevitable, the tables were shared between two people, It was too bad Cole couldn't accompany me. If only we both weren't late. I wanted to ask a few more questions, but It would have to wait until dark, when we were allowed back into our dorms.

He shifted to give me more space, face downcast as he scribbled on a notepad, fingernails polished in shiny black. If it wasn't a boys school, I would have thought he was a woman.

I looked at the materials laid out in front of me. There was a drawing pad, as well as a pencil, eraser, and notebook neatly lined up on my desk. Ciel was right, materials were provided, and in such good condition. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I was going to study in such a prestigious place such as this, where even people close to the queen studied.

It was unbelievable.

I averted my gaze towards Cole, who was turned around, eyes wide in surprise, mouth agape.

He was staring at my table partner.

I followed his gaze to the tall male, wondering if he recognized him.

"Now then, since everybody is here, I'd like to introduce you to our TA, as you all well know, he will be helping this class until the end of the semester. Take the opportunity while you can."

The teacher stood, skeleton hands raising towards my table companion.

"Gregory Violet."

Whispers and murmurs filled the room, excited, filled with awe. I understood then why Cole looked the way he did, big dark eyes gazing in wonder at the silent figure beside me. I took the time to gaze at him too, this time, analyzing his features as best I could behind the hair. Pale face, white like porcelain, and black lips, he had a mysterious air about him, a feminine yet masculine mystique. It was hard to describe.

I knew who he was.

I could only guess.

One of the perfect four.

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"What took you so long?" He was unusually upbeat, especially for him.

"I got lost…it's a big school and I don't see a gazebo anywhere." I suppressed a yawn.

No matter how much I slept, my body still found ways to feel tired.

Ciel wanted to meet at a gazebo, but he ended up waiting for me by the main entrance to the courtyard and dragged me off without warning. I had no choice but to quickly dismiss Cole, who wouldn't stop gushing about how lucky I was to be sitting next to a perfect. A dream come true he called it. I couldn't relate. I thought it was already silly for the lawn stepping to be a crime, let alone idolizing someone to such a degree.

"Nevermind, how were your classes? Did you happen to see Derrick? What does purple house look like inside?" He asked, pulling me aside to stand in the shadows, away from students walking about their day.

"Slow down will you? Class was fine, I was late but they were lenient, I didn't see Derrick, and it looks like a dorm would except it's always someone's funeral in there." I explained, shooting a gaze towards the doors.

I didn't want anyone overhearing us.

His eye grew big, then narrowed in disapproval. I knew what was coming, and I braced myself for it.

"You mustn't be late, punctuality is of utmost importance, don't mess this up." I could tell he was holding back from snapping at me.

"Sorry…it won't happen again." I said with a half smile, hand coming up to scratch the back of my short locks.

I had yet to get used to having the earls haircut. It felt strangely liberating.

"Right, anyway, we only have ten minutes for me to explain, there are four upper years who help run this school, I need you to get close to the one who manages purple house-I know." I cut him off with a smirk of victory.

For once, I had found out information on my own, without needing him to tell me. It felt important, I needed to prove I could help him independently.

I wanted to prove to be useful.

He blinked, long lashes brushing his cheeks.

"You know about the P4?" He sounded surprised.

"Yes, my roommate told me all about it, and it would so happen tall dark and lonesome sits right beside me. He's apparently doing extra credit by helping the lower years in the beginners art class." I exclaimed proudly.

His lips curled into a smirk of his own, eye narrowing, like a child plotting the downfall of a playground enemy.

"Interesting, this is perfect, in fact, it's too easy. I need you to get close to him, do what you must, you haven't yet been claimed to be someone's fag, you may as well start with that perfects fag." He urged, cunning eye squinting up at me.

I had to pause, shooting Ciel a look of horror.

"Cheslock? No way…he's rude, and I think we had a bad start…" I complained, biting my lower lip as tension built within my stomach.

"You must, I've been doing the same with Clayton, Bleuers fag, Sebastian has been making it easy, I can arrange for him to help you as well, although…since you have Violet so close, you may as well skip that. Talk to him, ask him to help you with your work, be as pleasant as you can be." Ciel put a hand to my shoulder, and his gaze was stern.

He was serious. Violet...so that was his name, or his last name at least. Saying someone's first name was an unspoken rule. Yet another ridiculous habit, I just couldn't understand aristocrats.

"I don't know if I can do that." I admitted sheepishly.

"What is he like?" The earl's voice was soft, understanding.

"I don't know, he doesn't talk much, and it's only the first day." My eyes rolled towards the basket he held in his other hand.

"Is that for lunch?" All this time Ciel was swinging that basket around and I only now just asked.

"Ah, this? This is what will get us into their little circle, don't worry, Violet is sure to notice you after this, today at the swan gazebo, I am to meet them with treats created by Sebastian himself, I will introduce you as my brother." His voice held a chuckle.

"Okay, but why do I need to get close to him In the first place?." He had it all figured out, I had no idea how he even managed to get invited.

Sebastians doing, I was sure. There was no way an earl knew how to make treats fit for aristocrats.

That was a butler's job.

Was Sebastian really running around the school in disguise too? The thought sounded hilarious, it was like we were playing a game. A dangerous game.

"If you can manage to befriend him he may give you more leeway around the dorm, you'll have an easier time sneaking out after hours without expecting too much punishment, if we're lucky he may even spill a few things, fags have a higher status here than regular students, and right now as a first year we are both at the lowest of the low." He frowned in determination, and annoyance.

I nodded in understanding, gathering all the courage I could to appear as determined and confident as he was. I hated the thought of sneaking around purple house after hours, in the dark, with robed people lurking in the corners. I hated the thought of being caught, and I didn't want to fake a friendship with someone, it felt wrong. But there was a missing person at stake, and Ciel needed help. Surely that canceled out the karma.

"I'll do it." Nevertheless, I sighed. He owed me, bigtime.

"Splendid, come with me, we have four minutes, arriving early will surely look good for us." He nodded towards the grass.

"R-right" I was nowhere near ready to go through with this, but I had to trust his plan.

I was nervous as we walked through incoming rows of students walking towards their own destinations. The sunlight was still bright. So why did I feel like disaster was soon to strike?

I could feel a lump in my chest, an uneasiness.

The gazebo ciel had mentioned yesterday was now visible just over the bridge. The white wood was surrounded by elegant shrubs neatly trimmed, flowers in full bloom just in sync with the season of spring. I could see figures standing below the roof, and the closer we got the more heavy that lump in my chest felt.

Should I say something?

I took it Ciel didn't like to have his ways questioned, still…

"Come now, they are waiting." He sped forward, shiny shoes hitting the floor with each step.

"Ah…wait!" This was bad, I could feel it.

I raced towards him, hand reaching out to grab his shoulder, but I was too late. He was already at the steps. We were at the steps as a matter of fact, and I shrank behind him as I stared into the eyes of an angry student.

"Hello! Thank you so much for…waiting…."Ciel's voice, at first bright and cheery, trailed off into a low whisper.

I could hear the confusion in his voice.

The male with the glasses crept up to him, dark hair pushed back behind his ears.

"Phantomhive! You're two hours late!" He barked, bending to peer into the earls face with a frown that was more than a little annoyed.

"Eh? I was told four pm!" Ciel blurted, flustered.

"What's that? I said it right, two pm." A boy with a young face and curled blonde hair spoke up.

He stood at the back of the gazebo, doll-like face so pretty he looked like a lady.

Ciel's face grew red.

"Don't lie now, it's distasteful." Another boy stood up, blonde, like the other, but with a shorter cut.

He was handsome, but the anger in his face shadowed it.

"How could you? I shouldn't have trusted you… You've disappointed me and the seniors" he said through gritted teeth.

There was a deafening silence that befell the air, nobody spoke for a good few seconds. My eyes swept the entire gazebo, only four people were here. The pretty one, the guy with the glasses, the short haired blond, and another blond with short hair neatly combed back. He didn't bother to speak, the disappointment was written all over his face.

The robed one wasn't here.

"Edward?!" The earl almost squeaked, clearly shocked to see him.

I looked between the two, unsure of what to say. This had gone totally south, did the earl really mess up the time? It didn't seem like him, he was very sure of himself moments prior to this.

"Get out." The taller males voice was flat.

Cold as ice.

I looked down, not daring to meet his eyes and trying to appear as small as possible. They were so upset they had failed to acknowledge my presence. I was silently grateful for it.

Ciel was taking the brunt of the failure.

Without a word, the earl clutched the basket and whirled around to leave,gaze dark, brushing my shoulder in the process. I didn't hesitate to follow close behind, feeling the stares at my back as I did so. If looks could kill we'd both be dead.

"What happened?" I murmured, making sure to give him space.

He was seething, I could feel it. The embarrassment he felt must have felt was grand, and I wished I had reassuring words.

"It was him." He spat, hands clenched to his sides as he walked into the main building.

It was a part of blue house, was I allowed in there?

I wasn't sure, and I should have asked, but I went in regardless.

"What?" I blinked, trying to make sense of his words.

He didn't answer right away, he took his time and turned a corner, reaching towards the knob of a door and turning.

It was a library, a small one, with closed out drapes. I spotted a tall figure looming beside the large desk sitting adjacent to the bookshelves. Candles and books of all shapes and sizes rested upon it.

"He tricked me!" Ciel's rage had hit its peak and he exploded, hurling the basket at a nearby couch in frustration. It bounced back, contents half spilling out in the process. I flinched, stepping back in surprise. This was the first time I had been exposed to this side of the earl, and I now knew not to cross him.

He may have been a child but his anger was aggressive.

"What's the matter?" The tall figure approached, clad in a black robe-like garb and small glasses that were well fitted.

I recognized his voice right away.

I glanced at him, mouth dropping in a deadpan.

It was Sebastian, dressed like some monk librarian. His dark hair was pulled back at the side, giving him a fancy allure. I had to admit, it didn't look bad.

"That snake Cole! He lied to me about the time, this is why I hate word for word promises." The earl threw himself on the chair, sinking into it with a sulk.

Sebastian still looked confused.

"He was late to the gazebo invitation." I added, blue eyes rolling towards Ciel with a worried look.

"Ah…I see, most unfortunate." Sebastian didn't seem the least bit troubled.

"Who's Cole? That's my roommate's name, I hope he didn't do anything unkind…" my voice was low, afraid of sparking another outburst.

"No, I'm talking about the blond in the gazebo, the one with the curls, he tricked me into coming late." Ciel was biting his thumb nail as he spoke.

I blinked, remembering the boy, the way he looked up innocently as he corrected the earls' protest. It was only for a split second, but there was the smallest of smiles. No way…did he really do such a thing? I wasn't sure if I should have laughed or sighed. This was a prestigious school and the boys were acting like grade school girls.

"Oh…why would he do that?" I was seriously wondering.

Surely there was a motive. I didn't see the reason for it. Surely people didn't bully others without cause.

"Are you surprised? People envy those who excel, I'm sure this won't be the last time it happens to you." Those were Sebastian's words.

However cold they were, he was right.

"What will we do now? That plan is ruined…, you know…I had a feeling something bad was going to happen." I mumbled.

I should have listened to my intuition.

"Even if you had said something, it was inevitable…it would have been worse not to show up at all." Ciel glanced at me lazily.

I nodded, he was also right.

"Ah! That guy who spoke to you, Edward? Do you know him?" I had almost forgotten.

Ciel frowned, eye shutting as he massaged his temple with one hand while Sebastian only snickered, no doubt enjoying the drama that was unfolding. I shot the older male a glare. Honestly…what was wrong with him?

"Yes, he's…my fiancée's brother, this is troublesome, I knew he attended here but I didn't know he was a perfects fag." His sigh was deep and dragged out.

He looked tired.

"That's a problem, he would know Noah isn't your brother." Sebastian held in a laugh.

"Obviously, I'll have no choice but to tell him the truth and ask if he could keep it quiet for now, Lizzie's family knows I'm the queen's guard dog." The boy grumbled.

"Is it really okay? He seemed very upset." I also didn't like the idea of a fourth party knowing of my real identity.

"Yes, he won't intervene if he knows it's an order from the queen, however." He squinted at me, lashes melting into the deep ocean blue of his iris.

"Let's leave out the fact your female, he'll surely throw a fit over it."

Of course he would, the fact I was even here, sleeping in the same dorm in an all boys school was scandalous.

"Sounds like a good idea." I nodded in agreement.

"Now what will you do about that student young master?" Sebastian brought the conversation back to the curly haired boy rather quickly.

"I need to gain the perfects favor but first I must prove Cole's dishonesty. Sebastian, tomorrow I need you to monitor his movements and look for other students that have also been deceived by him." Ciel stood from his chair, gaze now resting on the taller male.

"Certainly." Sebastian's smile was wide.

"Sela." The earl turned to face me, face determined and voice authoritarian.

"Yes?" I straightened my back, ready to accept whatever request he threw at me.

My lord, Mey-Rin's habits had rubbed off on me.

"Since you're a late add, you have cricket off, they have to give you your uniform first, take this time to wander purple house, look at each student, search for Derrick, if possible, ask questions, but don't make it too obvious." He suggested.

"Sure!" I nodded.

"Perfect, now, keep on going about your day until I call for you again, Sebastian will get you, it will be strange if you are seen around blue house too often, you can use the excuse that Sebastian is tutoring you for your English if need be." He stood from his chair, stretching his arms forward and suppressing a yawn.

I moved aside as he made his way towards the door, back straightened and arm reaching forward for the knob.

"Thank you for all your help." We're his last words before exiting.

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Hope you all had an awesome Christmas! ^_^

Thank you for reading!

~Gummie