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It is late in the night. The dorm hallways creak around me. I soften my steps as I approach Sebastian's room. I need help with my Latin. Also, I just want an excuse to do something. I'm not tired which is weird since I hardly got any sleep the night before. Plus, I have a distinct feeling he wants to see me. Probably to nag me about coming here again. I let out a small sigh at the thought. I carry an oil lamp in one hand and the other I use to hold my books to my chest. Another student might be in his room already. Hopefully not though, I silently wish.

I approach his door and raise my hand to knock. "Come in." I hear from behind the door. I blink rapidly in surprise; how did he know I was here? I kick the door a little, "Open it for me, my hands are full." I tell him. I hear a small snap and the door opens automatically. I stare at the demon who sits at his desk, grading papers I assume. I wander in slowly, feeling weird to be entering something the equivalent of Sebastian's bedroom. His hair is swooped down from leaning forward at a slant. His hand is writing at a constant rate, at a fast pace. He flips the paper over and continues his scribbling. I set down my oil lamp on a small table nearby and close the door behind me. "How did you know it was me?" I ask curiously. I sit down across from his desk and set my books down on top. I can only guess this is the student's desk for studying.

He doesn't look up from the paper and slides it onto a stack next to him. He grabs another to grade. "Your steps." he answers.

"My steps?"

He peers up at me then, with an 'are-you-dumb' face. "Your footsteps." he re-words.

"Ohh," I drawl out in understanding. "...that's actually clever."

He resumes his task and I listen to the silence permitting the air around us. The distant tick of the clock the only thing keeping me company. "So! Can you help me with something?" I ask eventually.

"With what?"

"Latin."

He puts his pen down, "No."

I toss him an inquisitive look, "No?" I repeat in question.

"Learn it yourself. You entered this school, now learn the repercussions from it." he states sternly whilst glaring at me.

I gap at him, "W-What?!" I sputter. "That's not fair!"

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, his face placid. "It is fair. You put yourself in this mess, now learn from it."

I gesture at him wildly, "But you're my teacher!" I cry in frustration.

"I am, and I have the power to refuse my services."

I pout sadly, I really wanted his help. I want to understand what he is teaching better. "Ah, come on, Sebastian. Have mercy." I whine.

He rolls his eyes and doesn't reply. He goes back to grading his papers. I flip him off and stand up. Since he won't teach me, I'll bother him until he does. Good thing I know what ticks him off. I wander around the bedroom. The number of books collected on the shelves interests me. I take one, it's about weather patterns. I smirk deviously, "Hey Sebastian," I call out. I get a hum of acknowledgment in return.

"Did you know that animals can predict earthquakes?" I ask nonchalantly. He grunts in confirmation. I smirk again at my plan.

I put the book back and come to the clock. "Your clock's hand is broken." I continue. He doesn't respond and I take that as good news. I come to his dresser and pull out a drawer; I find a bunch of clothes folded up neatly. I take a few out to examine them, "Can't you wear something besides black and white?" I ponder. Silence greets me and I know it's working. I jump onto his bed and lay on it like a starfish. "You should sleep more often to get rid of your grumpiness," I note offhandedly. I hear the screeching of a chair and before I know it, Sebastian's shadow is looming over me. He appears quite irritated, and I inwardly cheer at my accomplishment. "What?" I ask innocently and bat my eyelashes.

A low growl crawls up his throat and it makes me shiver. "Stop bothering me. I know what you're doing." he states.

"It seems to be working." I snicker.

He sighs tiredly, "If I help you, will you leave?" he asks.

I nod gleefully and sit up in excitement, "Yes!"

He cards his fingers through his long black hair and travels back to his desk. I dart off his bed and sit down in my seat readily. He puts on his glasses, and I tilt my head in response.

"Does a demon's eyesight get worse with age?" I tease. I get an immediate glare thrown my way. I sweatdrop with an awkward chuckle. Why do I feel he is in a bad mood tonight? Better tone down my remarks. I feel a bit guilty now. I lean forward and rest my chin on the palm of my hand. "Well, not that you don't pull it off." I note quietly, deciding I quite like the glasses. It's kind of sexy, to be honest. I rather burn in a fire before I ever tell him that though.

His eyebrows rise slightly at the comment, "Quite inappropriate for a student to say." he teases back half-heartedly. My heart stutters at the random flirty tone. He grabs a textbook beside him, and I notice the Latin title scribbled on the front. And just like that, the mood swiftly changes once again. I perk up and grab my book to write in. I open it and find all my Latin chicken scratch mixed in with English. Sebastian teaches quickly. I don't know how my brother withstood it, honestly. "What are you struggling with?" Sebastian asks.

I purse my lips in thought, "I'm not really struggling per se." I hum as I examine my notes. "I just want to get pronunciation right."

He nods and leans back in his chair. He crosses his legs eloquently. "Let's start with what I taught today then. Tell me your name."

I open to the page with those notes. I bite my lip as I read it repeatedly. I want to get it as right as possible. "Petri nomen meum." I enunciate slowly with a small wince. That didn't sound right.

He frowns a little, "Raise the 'r' in 'Petri'. When pronouncing 'muem', the 'e' is slightly silent. Try again."

I suck in a breath and lick my lips. "Petri. Nomen. Muem." I repeat very slowly as I stare into his wine-red orbs.

"Faster."

"Petri nomen muem."

"You're struggling with the 'muem'." he informs.

I let out a 'tch' and try again. "Petri nomen muem."

"Better."

I sigh in relief, "Languages are difficult."

He smirks in return, "Humans are rather simple-minded creatures."

I pout at that, "Hey, it's not my fault my brain isn't as quick as yours, mister I'm-a-demon." I mock.

He raises an eyebrow at me and remains silent afterward. He gives me some more words to try and pronounce after a few minutes. By the time I feel exhausted, it's already nine at night. I lift my arms in the air and stretch. "Man, I'm beat." I yawn. I rub my eyes tiredly as Sebastian goes back to grading papers. I scoot out of my chair and drag a hand through my crazy hair. I spot a door in Sebastian's bedroom and wander over to it curiously. I peek inside and find a bathroom. I gasp as envy overtakes me. "You have a bathroom?!" I cry.

"Indeed," he calls back.

I pounce over to his side and grab his arm in hope. "Can I come by and use it?" I ask.

"No." he immediately responds.

I let out a small whine. "Oh come on, you don't even use the bathroom. Please, please, please Sebastian."

I can feel his irritation mount higher and I cling to his arm a little tighter. Come on, give in. Give in to my annoying tone of voice, you hypocrite. Then again, I shouldn't bother him much more tonight. "Do your ears work properly? I said no. That is my final word."

I frown in disappointment. "Why not?" I inquire.

I find his eyebrow twitching a little and he whips his glasses off. "If a student was found using a professor's bathroom, what do you think would happen?"

I scratch my temple in thought, "Rumors?" I offer.

"Exactly," he states. "...which is the last thing we need on this mission."

I sit on top of his desk afterward and cross my ankles. "What should I do then?" I ask.

"Do about what?" he asks with a snap in his tone. Clearly, something is the matter with him. He's in a pissy mood. I purse my lips feeling guilty. He could just chase me out, yet he puts up with me. I irritate the hell of out of him obviously. I brighten at the thought that perhaps he might like our bickering a little despite his bad mood. I smile goofily on the inside. Maybe I'm hallucinating that though.

"Hmm," I hum out. "Cleaning myself mostly."

He tilts his head a bit in confusion, "Pardon?"

I chuckle nervously and rub the back of my head. "Yeah, well, you see," I start off. "I'm not exactly a male. Imagine me whipping off my suit and all the boys seeing me with bindings and panties. HA!" I snort at the end at the vision I create in my mind. I mean, I can imagine my embarrassment too. Dear Lord. I hear a snap and I startle at the sound as it brings me out of my musings. I find Sebastian's fountain pen leaking all over the desktop. The two ends of it fall to the sides as his hand is enclosed into a tight fist. I stare in shock at look at the man in question of destroying an inanimate object. His expression is almost thunderous dare I say. Uh, what caused that? I was just joking...well, for the most part.

"Er, Sebastian," I call. He glances at me, his demonic eyes glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. He uncurls his hand and the rest of the pen drops in shambles onto the desk. A fake smile appears on his face, though it is quite tense. "...are you okay?" I ask after a moment.

His eyebrow twitches with the question, "For the most part, yes. And the other, no." he answers truthfully.

I frown slightly, wanting to cheer him up somehow. What's something Sebastian likes? I ponder internally. I approach him in thought. "Just try to think positive things." I offer. He sends me a quick scowl. I flinch a little at it. Okay, he did not like that. "What I mean by that is, think about when we go back to the manor. I know you probably miss the cats."

His face instantly brightens as long as a slight blush on his cheeks. I refrain from rolling my eyes at how easily cats trigger something close to happiness within him. "I do miss them." he admits, almost pouting.

I chuckle at how adorable he looks. Will I deny I am envious of stray pets? Nope. I am doomed as a girl in love. I laugh pathetically in my mind, reminding me of my misery. "See? You have something to look forward to." I smile, my lips twitch with effort. "Anyways, I'm gonna head to bed I think," I mention and turn away from him. I grab my books real quick before making my way to the door. I offer him another smile when I reach it. He is staring at me with a blank face. The classic 'I-have-no-emotions-face' stereotypical Sebastian face. I shake my head at the normalcy of it. "Have a good night, teacher." I tease with a smirk. I grab the doorknob with my free hand and twist it.

Opening the door, I walk through the threshold. Before I fully close the door though, I whip around and open it wide. He raises his eyebrows at the action, staring at me with confusion. "I will come by early in the morning. Thanks for letting me borrow your bathroom!" I cheer. A scowling face is directed at me and he opens his mouth; I slam the door closed with an innocent hum after seeing it. Time for sleep, where dreams of the devilishly handsome and irritating demon encompass the remainder of my night.

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I sit down at my desk and straighten out my books before setting them down. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night either. I'm not used to not being in my own bed. The ones here are a bit stiff. I rub my back at the thought, it's a bit sore. I spot Ciel talking to some kid with small circular glasses. I smile at the scene, finally, someone around his age is befriending him. Whether it be fake or not, I can tell Ciel does not mind it wholeheartedly. I tap my finger against my desk in thought.

Sebastian's behavior last night is starting to get on my nerves. This isn't the first time he would suddenly change his attitude. Even in the future, he would do the same but a lot more subtlety. He wouldn't show me the fake smiles as much. I sigh through my nose and gaze out the window nearby. It's still early morning, a new day. Maybe he'll be in a better mood today. I hope so for my sake. We're all waiting for the morning class to begin. Someone comes closer to me and I realize it's one of the boys who introduced himself yesterday. "Hi, Peter!" Fredrick calls with a wave.

"Oh, hey," I reply.

I notice he is a bit tired himself. The students here do a rather good job of not slacking off so much. It's kind of interesting, truth be told. Fredrick stops in front of my desk with a friendly smile. "How are you settling in?" he asks.

I smile back, "Actually, pretty well. How are you this fine morning?"

He reaches up to scratch his forehead and I notice some ink hiding under his fringe. I snicker silently at the sight. "Bloody miserable. I stayed up so late last night to finish a book for class. I fell asleep taking notes." he sighs.

I stand from my chair and grab his cheek. He tries to back away in shock but I move my hand toward his chin, gripping it tighter. "Stop movin'! You got ink on your forehead." I inform with a scolding look.

A small blush appears on his cheeks and I roll my eyes. Seriously, this boy. I lick the tip of my thumb and wipe the ink away. I feel like a nanny again. I remember many instances of cleaning the twins up after coloring on paper. I can see Ciel's face cringing out of embarrassment like it was yesterday. Ah, such old times. A sudden chill runs down my back though abruptly though. Goosebumps raise on my arms and I hear someone clear their throat nearby.

I glance in the corner of my eye to find Sebastian hovering near us. I gulp at his pissy look. What did I do this time!? Oh my God, do demons have PMS symptoms or something? His eyes narrow in on my hand and the mortified boy still in my grasp. My hand detaches from Fredrick on instinct. Sebastian schools his expression and walks past us to his desk in the corner. He begins to set up for class. I stare at his back with a frown. What is his problem, really?

"Uh, thanks," Fredick mumbles.

I jump a little, forgetting he was there for a moment. Come on, Rina! Don't let Sebastian make you any more flustered than you need to be for the day. "Er, yeah. I know what it's like to be dedicated to studies, trust me." I laugh a little and scratch my temple.

Sebastian comes over to the podium, refusing to look at us again. I narrow my eyes at him as suspicion pricks the edges of my brain. He's like a stone wall right now. I cannot feel anything from him. There's seriously something wrong with me, him, us. That's right, us. That's what I've been noticing even more so lately. There has always been something weird about us. What that is I have no clue.

"Frederick, please return to your seat so I may begin class," Sebastian instructs with a slightly irritated look passed to the boy. I don't really pay attention, my focus still consisting of Sebastian as a whole entirety. His gaze flickers to mine and I find it has a pointed meaning. I realize I am still standing and I blush in embarrassment. I sit down quickly and I hear Ciel snicker in his seat across the room. I toss him a scowl, my lip curled with intent.

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I shift the books in my arms a bit. Some are of different sizes and lengths. It's aggravating to hold them without it feeling awkward. I sigh silently as I travel down the hallway. It's lunchtime already, although, towards the end of it. I yawn a little and rub an itch from my eye with my shoulder. I wonder how long we will be present at this school. Hopefully, not too long, it's hard to fake accents and pretend I'm a male as it is. The only benefit of being here is the learning. A way to occupy my time. I would be reading books at the manor right now if I was there.

I smile at the thought of being busy again. Not to mention, understanding the value of education in this world. It really does matter in this century. I make my way to the bedrooms and find my door. I struggle to open it briefly before succeeding. I close the door with my foot. It's not long until I notice a figure in the room. They are staring out the window with their arms crossed. I don't even have to guess who it is. I pace over to my bed and dump my books onto there. "Ciel," I greet. "What are you doing in here?"

He turns slightly, facing me with a stern look on his face. "Have you found out anything?" he asks.

I shake my head, "No, unfortunately. You?"

He nods and walks over to me, "There's a lot you should know."

"Like what?"

He sits down on a bed nearby. I drop my books off at mine and sit down next to him. "I may have a request coming in soon." he informs me with a serious stare.

"As in, one of the prefects wanting a fag?" I ask with interest. He nods.

"I've ordered Sebastian to take care of Clayton's needs. As usual, he went over the top. Hopefully, it will be enough to get recognized."

I raise an eyebrow curiously, "Is that why he's been in a bad mood?" I ponder.

Ciel scrunches his eyebrows at the question, "Who? Sebastian?"

I nod and a frown mares my lips. No wonder he was so snappy. "Damn, you don't let that guy rest." I comment.

He shrugs in response, "Not my problem. If he can't handle it, then he can break the contract."

I snort at the idea, "Yeah, okay, as much as I like that possibility. We both know how unrealistic that is."

He hums lowly at the thought and sighs. He leans back on the bed. "Anyways," he starts off, staring at the door mindlessly. "you need to be careful." he finishes and glances at me with a hard look.

"I said I will. How many times do I need to repeat it?"

He shakes his head, "No I mean, Edward is wandering these halls somewhere. He goes to this school. Be careful about getting caught. I don't want an earful from him." he groans.

I grimace, "Oh God, you have got to be kidding me."

Ciel stands up from the bed and hands his out toward me. I grasp it and he helps me up. "It's the last thing we need. He will be suspicious of my presence as is. It's a real pain."

I grab my books again and we begin to leave the bedroom. "We can only hope for the best outcome. I really don't want to deal with his annoying ass."

He sweatdrops and nods in agreement, "Indeed." Ciel opens the door for us and we travel back to where classes are held. It's almost time for our noon session. It's long-distance and we make small talk back to class. I tease him about making friends and he just glares at me in retaliation. I snicker internally at his cuteness. Maybe it's just me who finds his glares adorable. I smile at the thought. Though, in no time, we arrive at the classroom and head inside. The circular glasses boy who talks to Ciel approaches him.

He jabbers consistently as Ciel walks with him to their seats. I shake my head in slight amusement at the sight. Seriously, he needs more social skills. I'm happy about attending this mission. Despite all its troubles it's going to cost me. As I set my books back down on the desk, a shadow looms over the desktop. I stand straight and find Fredrick is back with the other boy I meet that day, George. I smile at them in a friendly manner and they return such a nice gesture.

"Hi, guys," I wave a little. "I hope all is well."

They nod in sync. "Are you doing anything after classes today, Peter?" George asks me.

I scratch my head in thought and can only think of one thing in particular. "I was going to go to the library to study. I don't have much to do otherwise. Why?"

They toss me another smile, almost excited. "Want to play with us?" Fredrick asks with hope in his eyes.

Aww, these two are so sweet. I don't know if I ever met such nice friendly students. I think about my times in middle school where everyone minded their own business for the most part. Then again, I wasn't in middle school for very long. "Sure!" I cheer, feeling a little pumped. "What are we playing?"

"We thought about playing cricket." Fredrick answers with a finger underneath his chin as if thinking deeply about the matter.

George puffs up his chest with a grin, "Or we can wrestle, no, no! Wait! We can fence!" he shouts with sparkles in his eyes.

I sweatdrop at their eager looks. "Oh, uh, well," I ramble, not sure how to answer. I don't think I should do what George wants even though that sounds the most fun. If we wrestle, I could easily be exposed. If we fence, I might accidentally injure or kill him with my absurd strength and knowledge. So, it looks like we're playing cricket. "I wouldn't mind cricket if that's alright."

George deflates a little but Fredrick continues to smile, "Yeah, that sounds good. We should study afterward too. Even though, George isn't one for keeping up in class usually."

"Oi!" George protests. "What does that have to do with what I offered?!"

Fredrick smirks and crosses his arms in an all-knowing way. "It has everything to do with that. You rather play sports all day than read a book. It's a fact."

George scowls at him, "Okay, but you make me sound dumb when you say it as you did before!"

I slink back from the conversation. Their berating getting a little loud. However, before I make it back to my desk, a young boy rushes into the classroom. "Pha-Pha-Pha-Phantomhive!" they shout. Ciel perks up and I watch the scene play out with interest. The boy comes more into the room with a panicked look. "Cole wants to talk to you!"

"What, Cole?!" the boy next to Ciel's side with the glasses gasps.

"I spoke to him for the first time!" the young boy exclaims, almost bewildered.

Ciel tilts his head, "Who is that?" he asks.

The boy with the glasses gasps in shock, "You don't know? Maurice Cole, a senior, fag of the Scarlet Fox dormitory's prefect—"

The other boy interrupts him, almost bouncing with energy. "He's the most handsome boy in the school! Where did you get to know him?!" he practically shouts.

I cross my arms curiously, wondering about the perceived student. Is he really that good-looking? "Did you?" I ask Ciel with a raised eyebrow.

Ciel tosses me a questionable look, "Actually, I've never met him..." he informs us.

I tilt my head and gesture to the door leading out to the hallway, "Better go speak to him then. It sounds important." I drawl at the end, enunciating my sentence. Ciel tosses me a quick nod before walking out. I stare at the empty doorway in thought. This is the ticket to getting into the P4 circle Ciel mentioned. If so, we're one step closer to finding out about the queen's cousin's whereabouts. In other words, I can go back to the manor soon.

I find many of the students begin to swarm to the door whilst whispering loudly. I back out of my internal monologue and follow everyone curiously. I peer out the door, finding myself taller than some of the boys. They aren't fully grown yet. We all spy on Ciel as he speaks to Maurice. I take a good look at the boy, and find it has the appearance of a woman almost. I gawk at him, finding him more beautiful than most women in society. What the actual fuck? Blonde curly and hair and big eyes, with a feminine oval-shaped face. I'm a bit jealous.

Maurice waves at Ciel with an overly friendly smile in my opinion. "We'll be waiting for you in the Swan Gazebo, tomorrow at four p.m." Maurice informs him before turning around and turning a corner in the hallway with a farewell. All the students tramped toward Ciel with excited and awe-filled faces. "That's wonderful, Phantomhive!" a random student shouts in the gathering around him. "Aw, I wanna go too!" another shouts.

I smirk at the sight of Ciel's panicky gaze. He's not used to so many people surrounding him at once. Poor kid, I think and shake my head in some pity. All of the students continuously praise his luck and ask him questions. I think Ciel just became the popular boy. I roll my eyes at the notion, I should have seen that coming, honestly.

0o0o0o0o

After classes with Sebastian were over, I got dressed to play with Fredrick and George in Sebastian's bathroom. It's a fancy workout type of uniform. Though, it's rather Victorian in appearance. I don't really know how to describe it but it's kind of ugly. It's grey with a vest with our dormitory logo. The capris match the grey in color. I frown in distaste for the design. Nina would have a heart attack if she saw this. I must say, anything beats wearing the corsets though. I peer into the mirror and card my fingers through my short hair.

It still feels odd to have such a length. I'm so used to long hair. I blow away a loose strand dangling over my eye. I rest my hands on my hips afterward and do one last examination before nodding to myself in the mirror. I walk over to the door and pull it open slowly. I need to make sure there are no students in Sebastian's room. If I got caught, Ciel would never allow me on a mission ever again. I notice that no one is even inside and I take in a breath of relief. I'm lucky.

I exit his room and jog down the hallways until I make it outside. Barely breathing heavily, I travel to the cricket area of the school grounds. It's a common sport and students are encouraged to participate in the activity. In other words, a high-class sport for the most part. I've never been a particular fan, but when in the Victorian era; anything can be deemed fun due to the lack of things to really do. But sometimes, I find it nice to not need to occupancy of technology. There are a lot of things you miss in the world. I feel personal, people are one of those things.

I smile a little when I spot Fredrick and George waiting with cricket bats. I begin to jog up to them and I raise my arm in a wave. "Fredrick! George!" I shout at them as I gradually approach the two. They turn around and spot me easily enough. By the time George opens his mouth, I am standing before them.

"There you are! We wondered if you got lost on the way." George shakes his head.

Fredrick tosses me a wink, "Good thing you made it," I nod slightly in response and Fredrick hands me a cricket bat. "You're going to need this."

I grab it from him and examine it with slight curiosity. I have never really played Cricket before. I assume it can't be too difficult. From what I gathered over the years, the nobles made it seem like it's such an honor sometimes. I wonder if it really will be run at all. "Thanks," I grin and find some type of pickets sticking out from the ground. "So, anyone wants to tell me how to play?" I inquire as I continue to search around as I spot some other pickets nearby.

George gasps and his eyes widen on me, "Huh!?" he shouts in shock. "You don't know how?!"

I scratch my cheek with my fingernail embarrassingly. Some of the students heard his loud mouth and their eyes are on us now. I try to ignore their gazes as I feel a bit incredulous. "Er, my parents were never fans." I manage to say with a sweatdrop.

"Fans?" they both repeat in sync. Their confused stares make me feel more complex.

I fidget in my spot, twisting the handle to the bat in my hands. Damnit, Rina, stop saying futuristic terms. I sigh heavily at my slip-up. "I mean, they were not enthusiastic about the sport." I correct.

A look of understanding takes over their expressions quickly. "Oh, well, no worries—" Fredrick begins but George cuts him off with a shout and a grin. "We'll teach you!"

Fredrick tosses George an irritated glare before focusing on me again. "What he said, it's simple to learn once you give it a couple of chances."

George's lips form into a challenging smirk, "Hmph!" he huffs. He points the bat at Fredrick with intention. "I'm going to kick your sorry arse!"

Fredricks eye twitches at the remark, "I'm sure you will try."

George gives him a glare now and before a storm brews between them; I interrupt their staring match. "Can we start now?" I ask innocently.

George is the first to give me a happy smile. "Since the newbie asks, of course."

For a few moments, the two boys give me an introduction to the game. As I digest the rules, I find it similar to an off-hand version of baseball. However, the 'bat' is flat and you are to swing it below your person. There is a bowler who pitches as well. I suppose this game includes more players but we are playing for fun so we don't really need them. In the long run, I am on no one's team as I am new. Whenever George or Fredrick switch rounds from defensive and offensive. I remain in the defensive role. My job is to watch the runs and stop them as soon as possible. The runs come from the offensive team. There are so many rules, I even had a difficult time comprehending them.

After a few rounds, George ended up winning against Fredricks's wishes. I wipe my forehead, the sweat irritating me from standing and running around. It was a good game, I will not lie. I actually did have fun to my surprise. George rests the bat on his shoulder with a shit-eating grin. Not as irritating as Sebastian's, this one is cockier. I shall name it the George Grin, G.G for short.

"Hah!" he cries in victory. "I told you I would win!"

Fredrick gives him a hard glare and turns his nose up at him. "You went too hardcore for such a small game." he protests and begins to walk away from us with a march in his step. I sweatdrop as I watch his back.

George gapes after him before a flash of anger strikes him across the face. "What?! Hardcore?! You're just mad you lost!" he screams at Fredrick. His friend doesn't even turn around or acknowledge his voice. I begin to walk after him with my own cricket bat in hand. I purse my lips as I hear George trot after me. "Can you believe him?!" he snarls at my side.

I glance at him in observation, taking note of how these boys were quite the pair. I would almost consider them as rivaling brothers. If not for the differences in their appearances. George is hot-headed, cocky, and athletic. Fredrick is calm, smart, and competitive. Well, I suppose the last trait also goes for both of them. I smile at the silly comparison I made between them. They are not bad kids. If anything, I feel just a bit lighthearted around them. "He is just mad. You did well out there." I acknowledge.

I'm not lying either. He is quite good at the sport. If anything, I wouldn't be surprised if he was good at a lot of sports. The jock type of person. Though, he's the nicest jocky person I think I've met. I giggle a little and he flashes me a bewildered look. I can even note the tiniest of blushes on top of his cheeks.

"Really?" he asks in a sheepish tone almost. "Thanks!" he says with the biggest grin I have seen spread on his face.

The grin is a quite contagious dare I say. I can't help but give him one back. What a sweet boy. If only Ciel was still so innocent. I don't think I would ever stop coddling if he was. "Your welcome." I hum in amusement as his face brightens further.

"You did okay for a newbie out there too." he compliments me. "I was actually surprised a bit."

"Oh?" I voice with a tilt of my head. I am curious about what he thinks.

He nods, "You are rather quick on your feet. I barely saw you sometimes. You made me think I was going to lose a couple of times there. If you knew how to play, I think I would have lost, honestly." he sighs at the end.

I blink twice in wonder, "Wow, good to know."

"Trust me," he begins and turns around so he can walk backward whilst facing me. "you're quick. You sure you're human?" he asks with a lifted eyebrow.

I freeze up instantly at the suggestion. What did he mean by that? I bite my lip nervously. When I don't respond he suddenly bursts out in laughter. He pats my shoulder harshly but I don't feel any pain. He wraps an arm around my shoulders as his laughter increases in volume. It almost sounds like a wheeze. "Oh my, what kind of face was that?!" he cries and pulls me closer unconsciously as he attempts to catch his breath. "Don't you know how to take a joke?"

I squirm in his grip, not liking his nearness much. It's a bit too friendly for me. I've only known this person for a day or two. I force myself to laugh as well. "Y-You got me!" I chortle with an internal wince. Pretending to laugh is a horrible experience in my opinion.

He lets out a startled breath but does not remove his arm. I notice we are nearing the school grounds. Not that we were that far to begin with. "Ah, you are a bit odd. But I like it!" he snorts slightly. I sweatdrop at the comment but I disregard it as I focus on Fredricks stature. He is by the dormitory, waiting for us. "Fredrick!" George calls out and the said person turns our way with a look of impatience.

"Finally," he scowls at us. "Took you long enough."

I give him an impish smile, "Sorry."

George smirks at him, still feeling victorious. "Someone's angry."

I notice Fredricks's hand curl up into a fist at his side. Uh-oh. "Shut it." he snarls back.

It's long until both of them ensure a bickering contest of insults and teases. I roll my eyes at their behavior. Is this how Ciel feels around Sebastian and me? Poor kid. Before I know it, I finally realize someone's stare is on me. It is intense. I was so distracted by George, I didn't notice. I glance around and find no one around. Feeling more confused by the sensation, I decided to look upward and I find Sebastian glaring down at me. It's a bit of a scary look. I shiver at the sight of it.

"Peter!" someone shouts and breaks my gaze from Sebastian. I turn to find Fredrick staring at me. "We should head back inside and study until curfew. That exam is coming up soon."

I nod numbly and begin to follow the two boys. I glance upward once more before I leave and find Sebastian is gone already. I frown and shake my head. Who knows what his problem is with me now.

0o0o0o0o

I come out of Sebastian's bathroom after taking a bath in the tub. I find him sitting at his desk once again. Of course, I disregarded his clear desire for me not to use his bathroom. However, I am quite clever at getting what I want sometimes. I told him I would buy him a pet kitten. While some may think bargaining with a demon is hard. I find it quite easy when I know his one weakness and how easily attainable it is. He considered it, of course, thought it over deeply. Leave it to a demon to carefully calculate a deal. He ended up agreeing, thankfully.

I rub the towel against my sobbing wet hair. I am dressed in men's nightclothes as well. They are rather baggy on me though. The hips area barely fits. Not to mention, the length of the pants travel over my feet. It's annoying to walk on. I must deal with it though. I approach the desk and lean over his back curiously. I find him grading more papers from class today. I lay my palm against his desk to get a closer look. I hardly notice how he tenses until I find his hand stopped mid-way on a word.

I feel my eyebrows scrunch together with confusion. Why is he tense all of a sudden? He sits up a little which makes me lean back. "Is someone here?!" I whisper-shout, wondering if that is why he became like so. "Where should I hide?" I whisper near his ear as panic wells up inside me. He flinches slightly and I grab his arm in horror at the thought of someone approaching quickly. "Oh god, hide me!" I squeak. He scoots the chair back abruptly and I hide the screech of surprise from flying out of my mouth. I stumble back as he stands like a spring. I clutch the towel in my hand, not sure what is going on all of a sudden. If there was a person, he would have hidden me by now. So, that is ruled out. Not to mention, I can't hear anyone in the hallway. "Sebastian?" I utter cautiously.

He does not show his face but he is still tense. I frown at the sight of him. Did I do something again? He wipes around after I finish that thought with a heated glare. "Don't interrupt my work." he instructs with a dead-serious tone.

I feel a shiver run up my back. Suddenly, guilt washes over my heart a little. "S-Sorry," I manage to stutter as he sits back down and slides back into his desk. He resumes his work, still appearing the same. I shuffle backward and put the towel back in the bathroom as quietly as possible. I practically tip-toe out of the bathroom and over to the couch. Seriously, I think he is experiencing PMS symptoms. What the hell is his problem, like literally? I scowl at his form, irritated with his behavior a bit.

It's not long before I hear footsteps in the hallway though. I stiffen and glance at the door in horror. Someone is actually coming now! I grab a blanket off the couch and hope the student is dumb enough to not see me. I put it on top of me and hide in the warm darkness it provides. I hear a sigh from Sebastian suddenly.

"My lady, you may come out," he informs me. I peek out of the blanket, feeling confused again. He simply stares me down with a bored look. "It is the young master." I sit up and let the blanket fall into my lap. That explains it.

It's not long until a knocking sound is heard behind the door. "Professor Michaelis!" Ciel exclaims from beyond. "There's something I don't understand, could you help me?"

I shiver at the tone of his voice. It's a bit sickening. Sounds like an innocent kid asking for help. Basically, not someone that is my brother. Sebastian stares at the door with a deadpan look. "...come in." he calls quietly.

The doorknob twists and my brother sneaks in with a cocky smirk. He leans against the door and closes it with his back. "Hn," he utters as amusement trickles into his gaze. "You seem to be a popular 'professor' Michaelis."

Sebastian smirks sightly and begins to stand from the chair, "Yes." he agrees. "Everyone is praising the way I explain and my kindness."

I huff at the notion, "Kind? Where's my 'kind' approach?"

He gives me a fake smile, "My lady, you are not a real student, now are you?"

I scowl and cross my arms, "Doesn't mean I don't deserve a kind nudging, asshole."

"Rina," Ciel calls out and turns my attention away from the pest called Sebastian. "Why are you here anyway?" he asks with a dipped eyebrow.

I stand from the couch, moving the blanket onto the cushion in the process. I walk over to them until I am standing at Sebastian's side. "I made a deal with him to use his private bathroom." I tell him.

"Why not..." Ciel starts but stops at my dead-pan stare. "...oh." he realizes with a slight blush.

"Yeah, 'oh'," I say sarcastically.

Ciel coughs in embarrassment, "Well, back to the conversation, at least you don't have to go through what I did. Sebastian's so-called 'training' is something different than 'teaching'." He begins to take off his student jacket and Sebastian helps him in the process with a pleased look. "I was invited to meet the P4 tomorrow at 4 p.m." Ciel informs us.

"I know," Sebastian replies instantly.

"It's a golden chance." Ciel sighs out and sits down in Sebastian's desk chair. He tugs at his tie to loosen it. "I must make sure that P4 and their followers like me."

I lean against the desk curiously. If things go as planned, we'll hopefully be out of here sooner than I hoped. Ciel is rather good at acting after all. I watch him place his elbow on the armrest and rest his hand on his knuckles with irritation. "I guess I'll need some teacakes first of all." he lists out loud.

Sebastian wanders over to a teapot and pours us two cups of it. "Exactly," he responds with his back to us.

"Bah, why do I have to prepare snacks for kids..." Ciel grumbles.

I snicker, "You make it sound like you're doing the work."

"I am in a way!" Ciel snaps at me. "I got to convince them somehow and being 'nice' is one way to do it."

Sebastian gives us a side smirk, "Wouldn't that be cute? Instead of bribing them, you will win them over with real sweets."

"That'd be a sight." I chuckle. Sebastian hands us over the teacups he prepared. I take the plate that carries the beverage happily. Ah yes, tea, I internally hum at the scent.

"However," Sebastian says, "Tomorrow at 4 p.m. I must teach my cricket class...what should I give priority to?" he asks Ciel. I take a sip of my tea along with Ciel in thought. Does Ciel need Sebastian for that? I would assume Ciel goes by himself to the meeting. "If you order me, I'll be waiting nearby."

"I'm not going there to fight...I can do it alone." Ciel clarifies.

"Want me to come?" I ask him. "Just in case, you know."

Ciel gives my question some thought before turning his gaze to me. "No, I should be fine, really."

I nod, "Sounds like a plan."

He returns my nod, "And to make up for it, prepare the best teacakes to amaze the P4!" Ciel informs Sebastian. "That's an order, Sebastian." Ciel smirks.

Sebastian smirks back and bows with a hand on his chest in front of Ciel. "Yes, my lord."

A knocking sound makes me jump up from the desk. All of us stare at the door in slight alarm. "Professor Michaelis," a boy speaks from the other side. "there's something I'd like you to help me with."

I begin to panic and make a dash for the bathroom door. I'm going to have to hide in here for a bit. Before I close the door, I open it just a little to peer at my brother. "Good luck, Ciel!" I whisper shout with a thumbs up. "And Sebastian," I address him with a serious look. "Let me know when the kid is gone."

I close the door afterward and listen in as a door opens. Ciel leaves quickly as the other student comes in. I sigh softly, irritated I'm going to be locked in here for who knows how long. I sit down against the tub and pick at my pants in boredom. This is going to be a long hour or so. I close my eyes and daydream as I wait for the all-clear signal.

0o0o0o0o

Sebastian's P.O.V.

As soon as the young student leaves, a sigh escapes my lips. The nights at the dormitory feel longer than the ones back at the manor. Perhaps, it is because of the increase of social interactions with these humans. They tend to ask obvious questions. The mental compacity of these creatures is rather tragic to witness. I pinch the bridge of my nose. I still have to deal with one more creature tonight before I have a brief period of retirement. I glance at the door behind which the creature lurks behind. The final boss of the night.

I stand from my chair and pace over to the door. The bewildering creature known as Rina; she seems to have the last place in my day too frequently for my liking. A sigh leaves my nose and I knock on the wood. "My lady, the student is gone." I inform.

After a few seconds pass by, I am given no response. I open the door partially and peer inside. What I find does not surprise me one bit. In fact, I should have rather known this would happen. I walk over to the figure lying against the exterior of the tub rather uncomfortably. How she sleeps in this position is unknown to me. Soft breathes whisp past her lips and her chest rises and deflates slowly. Nothing out of the ordinary for a human. Now, what to do with her.

Waking her up would be a task I am not sure I wish to deal with at the moment. Her behavior is unpredictable when she awakens from someone disturbing her precious sleep. She is rather out of it, it seems. I click my tongue in annoyance. Another thing to deal with in the morning. If I take her back to the dorm rooms, a lone student has a chance of being awake still. I have not been in the dorm rooms also. The area is unfamiliar which leaves me with one simple choice. She will have to sleep in my bed. Not that I planned on using it.

I put my arm underneath her knees and the other one around her back. I haul her into my arms and turn around. I walk back into my room rather carefully. I do not wish to wake her and deal with her attitude. If this woman only stayed silent more often, I would find her company much more enjoyable. I glance down at her soft sleeping face, her short hair is something to become accustomed to. However, the more I think about it. Her presence is something I do not wholeheartedly mind most of the time. I do not remember the last time I thought about murdering her. That was some time ago. How the years have gone by. Though I must admit, these have been some rather entertaining and cumbersome years.

I feel a smirk stretch across my face at the thought. I am distracted abruptly by her sudden movement. She twists in my arms slightly. I watch as she curls inward toward my figure with a hum. I narrow my eyes at the behavior, how interesting. Yes, how peculiar, this is my first time seeing a human naturally wanting to cuddle to something as vile as myself. I find I wish to set her down as quickly as possible before this human makes me feel something I do not understand once again.

I come closer to the bed and set her down gently. She groans in her sleep and rolls onto her side as if it is an automatic response to the pillow. I pull the covers out from under her and put them on top of her. She loves her blankets after all. She rolls around again onto her back with a sigh. Her arm moves until it is outside the blanket. I stare down at it and pick it up in my gloved hand. Her fingers curl instantly at the feeling. I find myself leaning down without any will to stop in all truth. I place the palm of her hand over my mouth.

Yes, indeed, she is the most troublesome human I have ever encountered. As humans say, 'one-of-a-kind'.