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As Sebastian wheeled the teenager towards the door, she glanced at Ciel who was eyeing them deviously, although she thought for certain he was secretly pleased that she was leaving the room, giving him the privilege to sleep without her constantly ogling at him like a child looking at a puppy.
"You better not be out long on your little date, Sebastian," Ciel warned.
"Eh?!" the teenager exclaimed, her face suddenly on alert-mode. "Oh, Ciel, this isn't a date or anything. He's just being courteous, that's all," she tried to explain hoping that another accursed blush would not form. She heard a chuckle of amusement from Sebastian.
"Shall we go?" the doctor smiled.
"Uh, yeah, okay. See ya Ciel."
She waved at the boy who just simply shooed them off without a single care in the world and the wheelchair started moving towards the open door, the teenager hearing the sound of it shutting behind her. The first thing the girl spotted was that the level was chock-full with doctors and nurses. In marvel she watched them walking down the hall in both directions, to her looking similar to rushing cars at a road crossing. Sebastian bent so his eyes met hers when she turned to see his kind smile.
"Is there anywhere in particular you would like to start?" he asked considerately. The teenager pondered for a moment and then shrugged.
"Well I don't really know this place very well, I mean that is why we're taking this tour, aren't we?"
Sebastian smiled in agreement. "I suppose you're right. We'll start with the fifth level then."
"Sounds good," she beamed and Sebastian pushed the wheelchair within the busy people and started heading for the elevator at the far end of the level. Out of the teenager's notice, the doctor's eyebrow twitched when suddenly an unwanted presence appeared beside them. It was another doctor, particularly someone with jet hair, glasses….
And a pair of sharp golden eyes.
She also didn't notice the two doctors staring daggers at each other.
"Michaelis," he stated.
"Faustus," Sebastian replied.
Oh crap. Creepy guy alert! It's Claude.
However the teenager was more nervous at the silence that grew as they neared the elevator. She waited for one of them to say something. She twiddled her thumbs to distract herself. She faked a cough, but it didn't work.
Well this is fucking awkward.
Finally Claude spoke.
"You look like a dairy farmer in that outfit," he said bluntly, causing an annoyed smile from Sebastian to form at first until his face returned back to normal.
"My, how appropriate. You look like a cow."
The casual insult left a massive grin upon the teenager's face and on timing the doors to the elevator slowly opened. The wheelchair seemed to be moving faster as they approached the crowd of people exiting the elevator and by the time they were within it Claude was out of sight. The girl's eyes scanned for the familiar fellow and spotted him walking away. Her urges got to the best of her and she yelled,
"Apply cold water to burnt area!"
She caught a few glances before the doors closed and she received a light slap on the hand.
"That was quite rude."
She rolled her eyes with a smug smile. "You just called someone a cow in the most suave way possible, I can say what I want."
The two shared a few seconds staring at each other, their mouths slowly forming into smirks, just before there was a loud 'ding' and the doors parted to reveal the fifth level of the hospital. The girl gasped with amazement. The level seemed much more colourful compared to the previous one, with turquoise walls and framed artwork that appeared to be drawn by children displayed in rows along them. Unlike the third level, this room was empty and much quieter. Sebastian wheeled her out of the elevator and guided her through the hallway as she gazed at each colourful artwork.
"Would you like to take a guess of what this level is for?" Sebastian inquired. The teenager didn't answer and looked at more of the artwork with a sad glimmer in her eyes; she didn't feel comfortable about the thought of children being held in a hospital. The idea of it made her think of Ciel. Her thoughts were cut short when she heard loud laughter and clapping from one of the hospital rooms, the door decorated with rainbows and ponies left wide open for them to hear a trumpet playing.
"Ah, look what we have here," Sebastian smiled as he moved her closer to give her a better look. The teenager nearly burst with laughter at what she saw. Inside the hospital room were three triplets, all with purple hair and wearing ridiculous clown make-up on their faces, performing for a little girl who bounced up and down on her bed with an ecstatic smile spreading to her cheeks. One of the triplets was juggling four…five…. six juggling balls with implausible speed. The second performer was balancing with one foot on a giant ball with his arms open, and finally the third triplet was placed in the middle of the three playing the trumpet in upbeat tunes. What made her laugh were their neutral faces and unrealistic in-synch motions, and though she would normally question why they weren't smiling, she couldn't complain if the little girl was enjoying the show.
"Who are they?" the teenager asked, her voice filled with astonishment.
"The triplets, one of the entertainers for the theatre group," Sebastian answered, "At least, one of the talented."
The girl raised a brow. "There's a theatre group?" she questioned.
"Yes. You see, the performers put on acts for the sick children in this hospital. This would be their third year by now."
Her face lit with excitement. "You gotta show me!"
Sebastian smirked at her with amusement.
"Patience," he grinned, "You will meet them; I'm sure the theatre group will be thrilled to meet you, with the amount of enthusiasm you have."
She blushed slightly and giggled.
"Thanks."
He smiled at her. "Shall we move on?"
"Sure," the patient beamed, nodding.
After the two left the enjoyable performance in the hospital room, they spent the next few minutes strolling through the countless corridors that appeared a lot like an art gallery as the teenager gazed at more paintings that exhibited on the walls.
"I see you are taking interest in the artwork," Sebastian said with a genuine smile, "Most of these paintings were by the children themselves. Like this one." He pointed at a framed painting of different sized handprints in bright colours shaped to look like a rainbow. With a sentimental smile, the teenager thought that although it looked of something from kindergarten, to her it was truly a work of art. It was in her case, cute.
"It's adorable," she smiled.
"Quite," the doctor agreed.
"So where is this theatre group anyway?"
"Just around the corner," Sebastian answered as they turned left at a junction and stopped in front of a steel door with a label that read Storage Room. The teenager glanced at Sebastian with a surprised look. "Wouldn't a storage room be a bit crowded?"
"Oh no," Sebastian smirked, pushing the handle and opening the door, "This is no longer a storage room anymore. As you can see…"
Holy mother of crap!
The doctor was right. Inside the room looked nothing like a regular storage room since the luggage and equipment were completely out of site and replaced with a massive stage placed in the centre. Vast red curtains hung from the ceiling and rows upon rows of seats were fitted in front of it. She looked up and noticed the area was even fitted with stage lights, shining upon the platform as she was wheeled into the room.
"Impressive, ain't it?"
The enthusiastic voice came from a young man walking towards the teenager with sun-coloured hair on the top while the rest of his hair was a natural black. He wore thick glasses and was flashing a charismatic smile at the teenager.
"Though…I guess it wouldn't really be called a professional set-up. The lights are still buggin' like crazy; we had to get three prepared today."
As if on planned timing the bright spotlight on the stage flickered and went out.
"Oops. Make that four. So who's this pretty bird, eh?" he asked Sebastian, "Is she new?"
"Yes, this here is Honey Fairfax, she arrived here two days ago."
The young man took her hand and pecked it. "Nice to meet you, Honey."
The teenager widened her eyes at his gentlemanly action.
"You too," she said with a smile, "So are you one of the performers?"
He nodded. "The name's Ronald Knox, the next shining star of the theatre!" Ronald paused for a moment, his eyes looking around the place. "….well at least when I get past Sutcliff. He's always hogging the stage, y'know?"
"Ooh MY~!"
The teenager grimaced. Oh hell….
The three glanced at the annoying red-head posing on the stage wearing a long red dress and his hair styled into low pigtails embodied with yellow flowers within the locks. The spotlight flashed back on and shone down brightly on him. The teenager suspected Sebastian to be cursing himself silently to have come across him again.
"And just when I thought I wouldn't see you again for the day, I find you here Bassy, crawling back to me!" he announced dramatically. Ronald glanced at Sebastian with a smirk.
"So you're Bassy, eh?"
Before Grell could jump off the stage and dash into the exasperated doctor's arms, something long and sharp hit him upon the head, causing him to trip and tumble comically off the stage.
"Enough fooling around," a stern voice grumbled that came from a man with neat black hair, also wearing glasses, holding a long cane in his hands. It appeared to be an extendable cane since he pushed a button and the length of it shrunk to a smaller size. "You were already late for rehearsals fifteen minutes ago and you spend the remainder of your time dawdling about."
Grell hurriedly leapt to his feet. "Will! What a coincidence!"
"It isn't a coincidence, fate just so happened to curse me with the job of directing you amateurs." The man tipped his glasses and shot an annoyed glare at Sebastian's direction.
"Good grief. It's you."
"Why, I'm well, thank you. It's a pleasure to see you as well," Sebastian said almost sardonically but with a polite smile. The teenager grew nervous when the man suddenly glanced at her, his sharp brooding eyes piercing her skull with his strict stare.
"Uhh….hi?" she said while smiling nervously.
"And who is this?" the man enquired. Ronald leaned against the wheelchair and put a friendly arm around the teenager.
"She's a newbie," he answered, "Ain't she cute?"
"I hate to be rude but we don't have the time for visitors since we are in the middle of rehearsals. We can't have any more interruptions-"
"Wiiiiiiilliaaaaam~ I'm ready for my act!" Grell shouted as he draped himself with colourful flowers sitting femininely within a….hang on….
Is that a freaking gondola?!
The large boat being held by strands of string was raised inch by inch while Grell began chanting.
"This bud of love by summer's ripening breath may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet, darling Bassy!" Grell blew him a kiss and winked. "Love goes by haps; some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps, and I have fallen under yours like a mouse hunting for cheese. Oh! Yes! Please raise me higher!"
"Do forgive us for intruding you," Sebastian replied completely ignoring his idiocy and he looked down at the teenager, slightly confused and disturbed at what she just saw. "We should let them be. There is still so much yet to be seen on this tour."
The girl tilted her head up with an eager smile and nodded keenly.
"We'll be taking our leave now," Sebastian declared, looking at William as if saying through his eyes 'There. You happy now?'
"Wait, hold on a sec," the teenager said suddenly with a confused expression, "If this used to be the storage room then where is there going to be room for the actual storage?"
"Oh there'll be a place for 'em," Ronald answered, smiling brightly. "From the size of this place there'd be heaps of storage rooms, probably a hundred!"
"Knox, would you kindly stop getting distracted and rehearse your lines," William groused and glanced at the hanging gondola, "And Grell, get down from there."
"Nice meeting you Ronald!" the teenager called as the wheelchair slowly headed for the exit. Ronald gave her a wave and Sebastian added on his way out,
"Oh yes, I should mention that the string is a bit loose, do watch out."
William frowned at the doctor. "What on earth do you mean?"
There was a shrill cry as one of the strings holding up the gondola gave way and the idiot in red plummeted on the stage, leaving a rather embarrassing display of his underwear patterned with red and pink hearts. A chorus of laughter emitted within the theatre.
"No!" Grell shrieked. "Turn away! Don't see me like this!"
The teenager curiously turned around and afterwards a wide smirk curved at her lips.
Well that's something you don't see every day, she thought humorously to herself while she was wheeled out the door of the theatre leaving the mortified bundle of red behind in all his humiliated glory.