It was unsettling really, despite it, you had to keep your trembles quiet, and remain focus. Do as you were told, which wasn't much as it seem this..Gregory Violet wasn't much of a talker, but he was a looker. Not like that! No! He was a looker because his eyes followed you with nearly every move you made. He'd look up every so often from his sketch book or he'd stand at entrance of the doorway and just...look. Nothing much was said from him, besides what he wanted you to do or for you to follow him. He did though have a strange request, he wanted you to look him in the eyes which he would then pinch your chin a bit and hold your gaze for a moment. Musing over them it seem or something, because the moment you blinked or said something, he'd quickly release and whip around, leaving you confused.

What a strange young man, oh well, you shrug sweeping the floor. It was rather..interesting the Violet House. Their members, students, where rather unusual. Not that you didn't mind, it was just...well your skin seem to crawl just a bit from the looks they gave you. You managed to smile at them politely, caused a few to whisper among themselves, some pointed...others just stared at you. Maybe two invaded your space, who quickly fled when Violet entered and told them to leave you alone. He then had you follow him, so you did. Putting the broom down, follow the young man.

It was a quiet walk again, one you decided to fill with conversation. And you knew the perfect way, his sketch book. Point to it. "What have you been drawing, sir?"

He said nothing.

That didn't stop you. You speed up, closing the distance between you and him. Lean in. "Could I see it?"

Again he said nothing.

You kept going. "Do you enjoy the arts? I enjoy them, though the music part. It holds a great deal of emotions. A way for many to express themselves, wouldn't you agree? The art do that."

Nothing...wonderful.

"What do you draw? It must be something wonderful and beautiful, no doubt!"

Violet sped up, creating distance. You weren't sure, was it something you said? Hopefully not, sped up, closing the distance. Violet could feel sweet voice through his hood or it was just his imagination You were close, he caught a whiff of your natural scent that was...he sped up again. You closed the distance and kept talking, hoping he'd respond. He didn't. So you eventually stopped all together and walked again in silence.

A silence that made Violet stop and turn to you. "Here." He held out his book to you.

Taken back by this, your eyes widen. Reach out and take the book carefully. Slowly open it and find breath taking drawings, some a little strange but other than that, each one was lovely. Each page you turned to was better than the last, quite a few brought a little smile, some brought a soft giggle. That rose from your throat. Violet watched you and your reaction, reached out a finger and pointed to one. He explained it, you listened, wonder and questions filled your eyes. The more it did, the more he talked and explained. Question then started to come from you, questions he didn't mind answering.

Finally, you thought, he was talking. That stillness faded...just a little.

Turning to the next page, this one was of the moon...over a crystal lake. It looked so real...with a finger slowly trace each line and curve. The drawing was magical, had a strange effect on you, found yourself immersed in it. It was clear to Violet this one was a favorite. Reaching out he took his book back, snapping you out.

Turning from you, Violet kept his back to you, unsure why believing it was you or something you did. Hear the sound of paper being torn, Violet turned back around and presented you the lake drawing.

Placed in your hands. "You can have it." He said.

"Wow!" you gasped. "Really?"

He nodded.

Your face lite with a smile, hugged the drawing close. Gushed. "Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!"

Color rose on Violet's cheeks, he turned away quickly, walked off. "Come on."

Doing as he said, follow him, admiring the drawing. Such detail, such delicate drawing...he truly had a wonderful talent. Drawing such things, such beautiful things. You wondered, since you didn't finish going through his book, what other beautiful things he drew. A thought that Violet seem to have heard, opened his sketch book to his latest, of something lovely with suns for eyes. Slid his eyes behind him, that smile...those eyes...his heart thumped. Yes, those eyes, those shining warm eyes. Not a one of the sun or being outside, he for that moment didn't mind. If the sun followed him.

In fact, a small very small smile pushed itself on his lips, he didn't mind.

And neither did you, this Violet House wasn't as bad as you assumed it to be. Violet took you to room. The Canvas room he called, you could see why. There where quite a few if not a good amount of art supplies and tools scattered around. Some stains too, he wanted you to clean it.

So you did, the whole time though Violet stayed there. He found a chair and sat down, opened his sketch book and drew. Every so often lifted his eyes in your direction. Stayed on you for a bit, dropped back to the sketch book. You didn't seem to mind, that much. Silence still filled between you and him, so you began humming. A humming that drew Violet's attention back to you, and a few others in the house. Who just so happen to be walking by. Popped their heads in looking for the source, find it was you. Violet noticed them, shifted in his seat, they noticed him and the look in his eyes. That caused them to leave.

Cheslock walking in the direction the students ran from, wondered what was going on, get his answer hearing humming. Moving closer it became louder, the Canvas Room. Reaching it, popped his head in saw it was you.

"What the?" His brow rose. That wasn't all he noticed Violet sitting on the other side, glaring at him. A look that sent a shot of cold down his spine. He nearly forgot why he was looking for Violet. Cleared his throat. Stopped your humming, turned to the young man. Greet him, he looked straight past you to Violet. "It's almost time, the Swan Gazebo. Remember? For that new kid."

Violet grunted, stood, and walked to your side. Stopping next to you, you swallowed softly so he wouldn't noticed. "That's right," he said. Dropped his eyes to you.

Unsure if you should look at him or to the side, shift between the two. Even faster when he leaned in a bit, held in the yelp rising. Manage to shutter some words out. "I-I will...re-remain b-back and...and finish...t-the task."

"Come." he said. Though it sounded more like an order. Walked off. Cheslock followed him.

You remain standing there, in a daze. What did he just say? He wanted you to...your fluttered...he wanted you to go to follow. To go to the Gazebo! Your cheeks started to burn. "Edward!" you gasp in your hands. Bury your face in them. Repeat his name again and again.

Didn't notice Cheslock had walked back. "Hey!" He shouted. "Come on!"

"Y-Yes!" you pop up and go over to him. Earning an eyeroll from him with a snide comment. That you ignored.

Outside Violet was waiting, when you emerged with Cheslock behind, began walking towards the Gazebo. Each step you took closer to the area, sped up your heart. Edward entered your mind on more than one occasion, it rose on your cheeks. You had to carefully fan yourself so Violet and Cheslock wouldn't notice, even swallow the rapid beating of your heart in your throat. Turned your attention to something...else. The only reason why Violet would be heading to the Gazebo so early meant it was time for Ciel to come. Your chest tightened...if he saw you there, his eyes would go cold with fury and disgust. That left you broken inside. You couldn't even look at him. Your eyes would just advert to the ground...floor like always. And remain there until he...until you no longer felt the cold. Even then...you'd wait a bit longer to be sure.

How long would you keep your eyes down this time? Or if you should, because, the though crossed your mind if you did then others would know you knew Ciel and he knew you. They'd catch on, especially Edward...Edward...you had no doubt he'd catch on and if he did...and if he knew...your shoulders dropped a bit. If Edward knew...you refused to think of the rest, how he'd look. How he'd react...how...how hurt he'd be. All because...

"Hey!" Cheslock's voice popped your thoughts, waving a hand before you. Calling you. "Hey! Hey are you in there?" It took you a moment to respond, to his annoyance. Poked you in the head. "Honestly, what goes up in that mind of yours? Look alive or something, geez. We're here."

He poked you again. You growled softly at him. "Leave her alone." Violet broke the tension. "Hey," he called to you, you turn to him. He stepped aside. "we're here."

It was like some sort of heavenly light or it could just be your imagination, covered your eyes for a moment. Hear a light hearted chuckle, followed by smooth charming voice.

"Why, Violet," they exclaim. "who is this you've brought? So stunning."

A hand gently takes yours and soft lips kiss the top of it. Look find charming scarlet eyes smiling at you. You didn't know what to say, except getting a better look at this person..young man. His long silver-blonde hair, tied with a crimson ribbon at the end, he looked rather...familiar for some reason. The face..body frame was similar to someone else that irritated you. Yet, you couldn't think of them, not when this young man remain holding your hand. That you took back and stepped back, to his surprise. There was no reaction from you. Left him stun for a moment.

Boy to everyone respectfully, Cheslock took his spot where Violet would be sitting. Clayton scooted and leaned over. Whispered. "Who is that?"

Cheslock shrugged. "No one but a simple maid. Violet had her come over to clean the dorm. If you ask me she's kind of a dud."

"A dud?" Clayton repeated, watching you introduce yourself. The way you bowed and spoke. "For some maid, she seems rather formal and her speech is quite respectful. Highly proper. She looks rather clean for a maid."

"You're looking too much into it," Cheslock fanned his hand. "she's just a simple maid. If she's clean, must have come from a higher family or something."

"That is a thought, even so," Clayton noticed a certain Perfect's Fag fixed on the maid. "it seem as though she has caught attention."

Not sure what he was talking about and not wanting to know or caring. Cheslock left it alone. Stood straight, Violet was coming over. That maid following behind him, he noticed her eyes looking hard to the side, in the opposite direction of Edward, who's eyes followed her. He also noticed or could have been the light or she was allergic to something her, but her cheeks had a bit of powder pink on them. Which remained when she stood next to him, Violet took his seat. While the maid, slowly sunk behind Cheslock trying to hide. Why he wasn't sure, just that he it was irritating. Stepped away and pushed her away. Just a bit, being careful that Violet didn't notice. She yelped, which turned his Perfect's head to them.

"What's wrong?" he asked, eyes on you. Waited for a response.

Shake your head. Fumble a response. "N-No." All with your eyes to the ground and all around, except at Edward. Cheslock groaned, Violet turned around, raising his hand Cheslock quickly flicked you in the head.

"You dud."