Prompts: "Let me in! Just let me in!", "You know I did this all for you!", requested by YoursAlways/yoursalwaysfics/howdoidemi/
Warnings: unhealthy relationships and dark implications
Note: This is the sequel to #19. This and its previous snippet now have their own story up! Please read Cracked Porcelain, if you are interested!

He hadn't let her out of his sight—nor would he let her to be away even several feet apart, not even for one second of a breath away. He hadn't for few weeks now. If Kagome had any at all emotions still left, she'd say it was humiliating, dehumanizing even. But, she wasn't bothered at all by her Master's almost-cruel order. No servants, outside the permanently smiling butler and the aging steward, noticed. They hardly ever saw their young lord Ciel parted even an hour away from his precious Doll.

Sometimes they worried—they cared for them both after all, but their hellish experiences largely rendered them to not be too bothered by their lord's mad possessiveness over his Doll. Kagome understood experiences like theirs could disrupt their ideas of just what normal was.

She didn't even know what normal is, anymore—hadn't in years. She assumed normal also meant healthy. She doesn't know, and didn't ask—she doubted the Butler would know either. He just mimicked what he studied from everyday occurrences, normal was never in his dictionary.

Only the steward knew and was fair bit worried, but he didn't dare to evoke the young Master's fury. His temper was always short when it came to his Doll. The steward unfortunately witnessed several instances of what happened to the Master's guests, for insulting her, in any shape and form.

Even his close associates weren't spared—but they never received the very treatments Ciel gave to those he deemed useless and a stranger to him. They were at least fortunate that they would never know the full extend of exactly what he would do, as long they didn't make a peep again. Or may gods help them.

The old man didn't blame her like many had, for Ciel's unhealthy attachment to her person. After all he was there when she first came to the mansion and saw the then-little boy launching himself on her. He saw the slivers of warning signs even then, but was helpless to do anything as his previous master and decreased mistress openly encouraged their son's clingy ways.

But, he was at least kind enough to worry, for her.

It felt odd to have that worried look on her.

She accepted her fate, regardless. She always had. She was and always will be Lord Phantomhive's Doll, to be roughed around and toyed with as he pleased.

Though, Ciel was hardly a rough master. He wasn't cruel either—he only ever demand for her company and her comforting presences. But, he was most certainly selfish.

Should she answer that question he asked many nights ago?

"You're happy being together with me, aren't you?"

Kagome was at loss as of how to answer that—happiness wasn't something she had been familiar with in for so long. The fleeting moments with Ciel as the then-smiling child were blissful, but was she happy then?

She never answered her Master Ciel.

That seemed to anger him, though not through his words, the boy was too smart and careful, but through his actions. First day she found the door to her own room, locked. The lock had been changed and refused her own key. The Butler shrugged, smiled, and said, "Young Master ordered me to seal this room from you." He had an nerve to swirl his key-ring in front of her on his finger, mocking her.

"Where would I sleep?" She asked. She didn't react at all at this news, but the Butler still smiled just the same.

He laughed, such a terrible sound that grind into her ears, "Ask Young Master." He gestured his head past her shoulder, into a gentle greeting, "Young Master." His smile seemed to have gone sharper then.

Ciel was approaching right then, his visible eye had an ugly look in it, "You are to sleep in my bed from now on. I won't accept your refusals."

Kagome didn't. She would never say no—never could. "Very well." She said easily, then.

That was the beginning. Ciel began to completely monopolizing his Doll to himself. It was a slow, subtle change, but it changed nonetheless.

She wasn't able to read her books in the library anymore—at least not alone. Her Master demanded that if she desired to read, she was to bring her books over to wherever he was, no matter where he was. No matter how inconvenient it was to read. She must eat with him, right next to him like she was his lady—when she hadn't before, having been eating with the servants after their Master ate. Kagome wasn't allow to bathe alone anymore—Ciel ordered she was to bathe with him daily, like they used to in his childhood (even then she hadn't any say either). She couldn't excuse her way out of it either, despite Ciel was nearly an adult in this era.

But, she accepted it all and kept her head down. Whatever free time she had to herself, was gone. It was okay with her, she supposed—she hadn't care much of anything but her Master and his desires, whatever they may be.

She didn't even mind how physical Ciel had been with her. From being his pillow during his occasional naps, demanding to have her hand on his person at nearly all times that he could get away with, to being fully embraced so he could go to sleep, she never mind them all. After all, Ciel said, a good Doll shouldn't complain. So, she didn't.

It was something he never went to, before. For a brief moment Kagome thought she felt a burst of sadness at that, but it was so fleeting that she thought it was just her imagination. Her only care in this world until she dies, whenever that may be, was her Master's happiness.

Her young Master though seemed to have worsen in his temper by every passing day.

Kagome wondered if it was her lack of response at his changes. But, Ciel wouldn't talk to her much beside ordering her presence with was upset, she could tell, and Sebastian couldn't drop that sharp-edged smile—like he saw this whole situation comical.

All she could do is to wait for the conclusion, whatever it may be.

She was finishing the last page of her book when Ciel called for her, "Kagome," he gestured toward the door, with a pen in his hand, "Lock the door for me."

Blinking Kagome closed the book and placed it aside her seat. Without words she skittered her way to the door to do as her Master commanded. When the click of the lock turning echoed, she turned to face Ciel and folded her hands on her laps, awaiting for whatever he had in mind.

Ciel was grumbling something under his breath, glaring at the paper he was working on. Not long after, he placed down his pen and scribbled his signature, Kagome could tell from the way his hand moved, on it. Ciel chucked it aside, smoothing the unevenness he had in his face.

He took a deep breath, but it was a frustrated one.

Throwing a finger at a chair in front of his desk Ciel gestured at his Doll, "Sit, sit."

Kagome slightly tipped her waist acknowledging his order and swept her way there from the door. Mechanically and daintily she sat down and smoothed her skirt. Folding her hands again on her laps she kept her mismatched eyes on her Master Ciel.

Ciel twisted his lips into a sneer as he examined his Doll critically. Not even a flinch at his glower. Kagome simply blinked once. There was no tightening lips, a twitch in her fingers, or even breathe any differently, at the sight of his anger.

"Why couldn't you…" Ciel started, before popping out another wheeze, and he curled his hands into balls. Absently he fingered the ring on his thumb—it was reassuring, but none more reassuring than his Doll. But now, the jewelry was the only thing that even slightly comforted him.

He was angry at his Doll. Upset even.

But following her example, Ciel tried his best to not to be. It was notoriously difficult, and he loved his Doll all the more for it.

And all the more upset.

The very idea of his Doll not being happy with him, was gut wrenching.

More he obsessed over it, more he remembered that even in his childhood she hardly ever returned any semblance of his feelings.

"I love you!"

"You shouldn't say such a thing—if Lady Elizabeth hear you, her feelings will be hurt."

"But why? I love you more…"

She never breathe a word of what she truly thought of him.

It hurts.

His Doll was everything to him, ever since he first laid his eyes on her. Her kindness, her generosity, and her patience drew him in and he stayed there since, always wanting her approval. It was some sort of a strange feeling of fate that told him she was meant to be his. Perhaps it was a simple childish want, but it developed into something too deep Ciel wouldn't dream to get out.

It was an epiphany that Kagome never said anything at all about herself. Ciel knew next to nothing when it comes to her background—all he knew were trivial things. He knew she was Japanese and still remembered her mother tongue and she was extremely well-read. Her likes of all things were less than handful and she asked for so little.

She never let him in.

She never allowed anyone in.

Why was that his Doll knew all about him, yet he, her very own Master, knew nothing about her!?

Wasn't he her precious too!? She sacrificed her body, to save his honor, even in what she thought was his death! Even now, the cracks on her face and downward on her neck and hands, stood out as reminders of her absolute loyalty to him.

Kagome blinked when Ciel slammed his fist, ignoring the bite his ring gave him from his too-tight grip. She cocked her head at him, almost curious for the reason behind his rage. But, she hadn't spoke a single word.

"Let me in!" Ciel barked.

She jerked, when he propped onto his desk and launched himself toward her. Time seemed to have slowed, when Kagome watched the ceiling to climb into her half-sight and she found herself being lightheaded from the gravity turning itself inside out.

The thunderous thud took her out of her stupor, and saw Ciel shadowing over her. She stared back, a dawning realization of their current states. Her legs were jutting out and sprawling over the chair's bottom, with his angular knees burying deep into the cushion and saddling over her hips. Ciel caged her in, with his arms gripping hard into the fabric of the back of her chair.

Kagome gave the slightest of a frown, when she saw her Master trembling. He was losing his composition—giving away to an odd mix of anger and heartbroken. "Master?" He needed comfort, so she reached up to cup his face.

Just a breath short away from her gentle touch, Ciel barked out, "Don't!"

She froze. Then, she dropped her hand back to her laps, where they always fell back to. She waited silently.

A strangled whimper fled, and Ciel shook his head, "Why is it that you knew everything about me…but I haven't any single clue who you are?"

His Doll cocked her head, ruining her hairdo on the silk fabric. She murmured, "There isn't much to say, Young Master. I came to you, as I was meant to be, and I stayed."

Ciel slammed his fist right next to her head–again not a flinch–and growled, "No! I want to know everything about you! I want to know if you're happy with me! I…!" He was shaking harder now.

Closing her eyes she gave a soft breath. For once she ignored his order to be remain untouched, grappling his body and plastered him onto her. Ciel gave little resistance, and cradling his head to her neck, Kagome petted on his hair. Just the way he liked it, "Now, you're being silly, Master."

He stiffened at her idle remark.

"You've forgotten," Kagome started, "that I am a Doll. Your Doll." Ciel rolled his eye up to her face, "I'm not supposed to feel things." At his fastening glare, she continued. "I…cannot tell you of how I feel. I no longer remember how to."

Clenching his fists, Ciel grit, "You cannot feel?"

"Someone said my heart burnt out." Kagome said simply, not stopping her gentle petting, in spite of Ciel's quizzical expression at her odd phasing, "But, you can rest reassured, Master,"

He paused, his tensions still remained.

"that whatever that remained of my heart, even a sliver of it, you kept it. You kept it tightly."

Ciel relaxed into her holds, but he hadn't loosen his grips on her, "But, you do not remember anything at all?"

There was a flash of amusement, "I never said that I didn't. They are simply not relevant." Kagome shifted her legs, finding her new position awkward with a heavy body atop of her, "You are my life now."

"…I still would like to know the life that you had before." Ciel clenched. "You're my Doll. I should know everything."

Returning her gaze to the ceiling, Kagome hummed, "If they are relevant. It is as you said, Master," she slowed her petting, "Some things should stay dead. I do not want to return to that life, whatever that was, as it'd mean I will leave you."

He quietened, but only for a moment. With a flicker of his eye he grappled onto the collar of her blouse and burrowed deeper in her embrace. "I'm not sorry," Ciel started, "for all the things I've done to you. For you."

"I know."

"You know I did this all for you! Everything…" Ciel didn't care who he hurt—hadn't since the tragedy of the Phantomhive, when it came to his Doll. No one get to harm her. No one. "We will find them, Kagome, and make them pay." He will find that one remaining survivor…the one who dared to damage his Doll. He will make them pay.

Kagome resumed her petting, vacating her eyes to the ceiling. With an invisible sigh she nodded, "I know."