A/N: And so we return! I forgot to mention in the first chapter, this fanfiction will only contain content from the anime, not the manga. Once again, Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me!
And so, we continue~
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When she awoke, she awoke to the smell of cleanliness, which was a change from the scent of leaves and mud that she had come accustomed to. It smelt of flowers and there was warmth all around her.
Rays of light shone through her eyelids, slowly waking her from her deep sleep. She was in a large room, no, a gigantic room with maroon coloured wallpaper with long, golden spindly designs. There was a large window to the left of the bed she was laying on, it was adorned with long, red curtains that were half open.
By the window was a large, glossed desk with a stack of paper and pens and ink, the chair was cushioned with red velvet. The wardrobe was a bit farther from the door; it was giant and was the same wood as the desk. A bookcase was beside the wardrobe, packed with books of various colours with various names.
With a hoarse groan, she sat up in the bed, that she realised around ten people could fit in and still have room for another two, the pillows were soft and the duvet was the same shade as the wallpaper but the golden design were daisies instead.
For a moment, she was dazed "Where…?" And then she remembered. She remembered waking up in the forest and the pale man with crimson eyes and the heaviness on her chest.
Had that man taken her to the manor? The manor of this Phantomhive man? Was he completely and utterly insane? She sighed to herself, resting her head in her hands.
Through her fingers something glistened brightly, flashing into her eyes for a moment, and on instinct, a string of quiet curses trailed from her lips.
"What-?" She mumbled, removing her head from her hands then pausing, noticing the tendrils of sunlight reflecting on the large mirror hanging on the wall. A golden frame decorated the sides in the shape of faces. Disturbing, she thought to herself, as she slowly climbed from the bed and to her feet.
Now did she notice the crisp white nightgown that loosely covered her body, she raised an eyebrow in distaste, too much lace, too long, the arms were far too tight, and she was being strangled by the neck, plus the ribbons adorning the nightgown were slightly sweet albeit, a bit unnecessary.
She neared the mirror, and swallowed thickly, her steps were small, and oddly worried. The moment she appeared in the mirror, she paused, and wondered if that really was her.
She looked so strange.
Her hair was fairly long, she hadn't realised, it reached her elbows in long, dark brown tendrils, it contrasted against her pale, gaunt face, but she assumed that was due to the gnawing hunger in her stomach and whatever occurred before she became an amnesiac. Her eyes were rather large, and the colour of ambers.
This couldn't be her.
She stayed by the mirror for a fair few minutes, even when the door creaked open and Sebastian Michaelis appeared, she did not move, or turn to acknowledge his presence. No matter, she could not believe this person to be her.
"I see you are awake, miss." He said, and she could just hear that darn smile in his voice. Good observation, she thought as she met his eyes in the mirror "How are you feeling?"
"Strange." She replied after a few moments of silence, she turned to face him "I am clean now."
"I hope you do not mind, I could not allow you to dirty the sheets with the grime you were caked with." He smiled, but she didn't even blink. He aggravated her.
"I don't care." She nodded "There is no use crying over spilt milk."
Sebastian allowed himself a smirk at the girls words before speaking of the matters the young master acquired once again "The master of the house has asked for you in the main room, so if you would-"
She hummed "Master?"
"Earl Ciel Phantomhive," Sebastian explained "You will need to dress in more appropriate clothing, now that that abomination of a dress you were wearing previously has been incinerated, you have a various collection in the wardrobe to choose from, do help yourself."
She sighed, tapping her chin as she slowly padded over to the wardrobe and swung it open, and her eyes were cursed with the array of vibrant colour. A vibrant orange dress with far too much lace – it reminded her a bit of a pumpkin. A lime green dress with ribbons coloured red.
"I cannot wear these." She murmured "They are too bright. Do you not have a cream dress?"
Sebastian bit back a frown "You must look presentable for the master."
"I cannot simply wear such expensive dresses when I have overstayed welcome in a rich man's manor." She frowned at him, tugging at the neck of the dress.
He sighed, placing a gloved hand on his head before kneeling down and opened the drawer of the wardrobe "The master will not be happy…" He murmured but pulled out a loose, white dress that adorned no ribbons or lace. It simply was a white dress. It reached mid-calf and the arms went to her elbows and the neck line was the shape of a trapezium, so all in all, it was rather nice.
"Alright." She said.
"You may not be wearing a dress the master would be expecting, but you are required to wear a corset, miss." Sebastian pointed out, noticing the sharp glare she sent him.
"If I must." She grumbled, and then peeked at the man out of the corner of her eye; he was reaching up to the top of the wardrobe, taking the corset from a box "How old do I look?"
Sebastian glanced at her, taking the corset and walking back over to her "To me miss, you look around fourteen." He replied with a smile. She rolled her eyes and began unbutton her nightgown.
"I've never worn a corset before." She admitted as he placed it around her torso, and slowly began tightening it. She felt a dull ache in her ribs and is slowly begun to get stronger "Are you already trying to kill me?" She exclaimed, glaring at him over her shoulder but her only reply was a smile.
"It is necessary, miss." He said, tightening it more, earning a strangled choke from her "Now you're over dramatizing it. It isn't that bad." He smirked.
"No, but I feel the need to exaggerate to get my point across." She told him with a smirk as he finished, and allowed her to slip the dress on "Do you have any shoes I could wear?" He nodded low and handed her a set of black Mary Jane flats.
Sebastian observed her quietly then sighed "The master is going to have a fit." He murmured into his gloved hand "That would not end very well."
"I'm sure he's grown up enough to deal with a little bit of skin showing." She said, flattening out her hair, not noticing the sheepish look on the butlers face. She moved towards the bookcase "Hm…"
"Miss, we must get moving." Sebastian chastised, but she held a finger to her lips and picked out a book from the shelf. It was blue and had nothing on the cover except a twisted silver design.
"Eva." She said, flipping the book shut and placing it back where she found it "Call me Eva, instead of miss."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow "Is that your name?"
"Now it is." She replied "I do not know my real one, and I will not be called Miss any longer." Sebastian shrugged and opened the doors for her to step through.
"The master should be the dining room now." Sebastian spoke, leading her down a long corridor with double doors littering the walls; she wondered what could possibly be held in those rooms. One must have to be a library.
The two of them were silent as they trailed through various corridors, twisting around corners and such, Sebastian walked in long strides, for he did have long legs but Eva – as she now named herself, walked slowly, observing the paintings on the wall and looking at her surroundings closely. It was a curiosity that ran in her veins, and she would satisfy it even if it ender her up twenty metres behind the butler.
"Miss Eva." Sebastian called with a sigh.
She glanced up, and saw him at the end of the corridor "Oh," She murmured as she jogged to catch up with him "Are we at the dining room yet?"
Sebastian nodded "It is through there." He beckoned towards the large double doors "The young master is waiting." She nodded as he began to stride towards the door, and opened it for her to step through. She nodded in thanks.
The dining hall was what she imagined it, a large rectangular table was in the centre of the room and on one side of the table was a young boy, with dark hair and an eyepatch over his eyes, he was dressed in good quality clothing.
Eva was confused. Where was the master?
"Finally, Sebastian, what took you so long?" The boy exclaimed in aggravation, making Eva's amber eyes widen. This was the master? The Earl, Ciel Phantomhive? She would never have expected it.
"Forgive me, young master," Sebastian bowed in apology "But our guest seemed to need to figure something out, in a sense." He smiled, noticing the young master place his attention on the girl standing beside him.
"Hello." She said to him, unsure of what to say or do.
His eye narrowed at her, or most likely at her arms, the fact that so much skin was exposed was enough to fluster the young master, he coughed into his hand and stood from the chair he was perched on and approached the girl, attempting to ignore the skin she was exposing so publicly.
"I am Ciel Phantomhive, the master of this estate." He exclaimed boldly to her.
"I'm…Eva." She replied. Ciel once again narrowed his eye, and turned to Sebastian for an elaboration to why the amnesiac remembered her name.
"She seemed to have chosen that name, young master." Sebastian explained "She is still unaware of her identity."
"You don't remember anything?" Ciel pressed on "Not your name? Your age?"
"Not at all." She shook her head "Although, Sebastian said I look around fourteen, so I think I will go with fourteen." She nodded, as if assuring herself of what she said.
Ciel sighed, rubbing his temples, unsure of what to do with the girl, she would most likely become a hindrance if he allowed her to stay in his manor, but allowing a completely helpless, amnesiac girl onto the streets of London was undoubtedly cruel, even for him. He was conflicted.
"You say you do not remember any relatives or such?" Ciel finally asked, and she shook her head yes, she was completely void of her memories "You may work for me, as a servant."
She raised an eyebrow at him "What?" She asked, a smirk playing on her lips, the blank look that once her face rested in had completely faded "I did not realise I was even staying here. I was expecting to be thrown out the minute your butler took me here. Interesting." She tapped her chin curiously.
Perhaps Ciel had miscalculated. This girl was not helpless.
But what work could she do? Bard was the cook – in a sense, Finny was the gardener – in a sense, and Meirin was the maid of the manor – in a sense. He supposed she could probably do a better job that all of them, though.
"I wasn't expecting you, though." She said, and Ciel narrowed his eyes at her. This girl would get on his nerves, maybe he should throw her on the streets of London "When Sebastian said master, I expected an adult, at least."
He was on the brink of anger, how dare this aggravating girl speak of him like this "It does not matter though." She said, shrugging, so her long hair tumbled down her back, and his anger seemed to fade into slight irritation "I am grateful for your hospitality." Eva – or so the girl called herself, said with a soft smile.
Ciel – being the stubborn little thirteen year old he was, glared at her, and marched back down to his seat. He wanted nothing to do with this girl. She could be his servant. She could live in his manor. She could smile like that and make his cheeks flush. And he could most definetly blame it on the heat of the dining room.
It was hot in the dining room, he huffed, sending a sharp glare at the smirking Sebastian, that damn demon, and refrained from shouting at him in front of…Eva.
It was hot in the dining room, he told himself, it definetly was.
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A/N: Thanks for reading!
