Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could Breakaway

I spread my wings and I learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til I touch the sky
And I'll
Make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And Breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the Sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll
Take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And Breakaway

~~~ooo~~~O*O~~~ooo~~~

Anya curled up on the couch. She looked out the window at the cloudless sky, then down to the kids playing in the park across the street.

Ciel sat on the other couch, reading. Well, whenever she turned around he was reading. But the second her eyes went back to the window was the second his eyes went back to her. He watched her closely, still trying to understand her. How could a simple six-year-old confuse him so? She didn't cry, or whine, or want to go out and play. She didn't even want to watch television. All Anya wanted to do was sit there and look out the window.

Sebastian wasn't there to convince her to do anything, in the freaky way he could; he was out shopping for extra things they'd need, and things he had yet to get before she woke up. It was just the two of them…

And it was killing him. He knew it wouldn't be long until he snapped.

Normally Ciel didn't mind the silence - preferred it, actually. But having a six-year-old girl this quiet was starting to freak him out. Of course he didn't let it show, being the distinguished earl he was. Yet when she turned back to the window, frustrated curiosity shone from all over his face.

Finally it became too much. The young demon had to ask. "Anya, are you alright?"

Her head snapped towards him at the sound of her name. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look a little… depressed."

"Ciel, I'm fine, I promise."

"You do know you can tell us to do anything you want, right?" She simply nodded, looking out the window again. Ciel sighed, put the book down, and walked over to her. He followed her line of sight down to the laughing children across the street. "Do you want to go out and play?"

Anya shook her head as she replied. "No. Besides, I can't. The nurse said I have to rest for a while before I do most normal childhood things. So, I'm resting."

"Well, you can turn on the television; watch something that should entertain you."

"No, it's okay."

"Read a book, maybe." She shook her head again.

"Play a game." Now he was just throwing ideas out there.

"What games can I play that don't involve a lot of movement?" she asked, finally looking at him. It was a skeptical look, but at least she was looking.

"A board game, or hide and seek -" he scoffed, "- at this point I'd even be willing to teach you how to play chess."

"Unfortunately that will have to wait, young master," Sebastian said as he came through the door, "for I have yet to find a decent one that doesn't cost too much." He put the bags down on the table and looked at the two. "So what did you do?"

"Nothing. She did nothing. She just sat there."

"I was resting." Anya looked out the window again. "Still am."

"With all due respect, Anya, the nurse's exact instructions were to lie down and rest."

"If I lay down, I'll fall asleep. Hence the reason I'm curled up on the couch."

Ciel looked at Sebastian with wide eyes. "Did she just say hence?" he asked, too quiet for her to hear.

He answered back in the same volume. "She's a smart child, for the most part." He spoke up again. "Please, Anya. Laying down to rest surely won't do any harm."

I don't wanna fall asleep though! She didn't voice her complaint though. Suppressing a sigh, she said, "I guess not." Being careful not to show her pain, she moved off the couch. "So, which room is mine?"

Sebastian smiled that weird smile of his and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. Why do I get the big room? Shouldn't he? He's older than me by far.

Sebastian opened the door to the large room. The first thing she noticed was the window above the queen-sized bed.

"This is my room?" Anya asked, looking up through the window, then around the rest of the room. Even my own bathroom.

"But of course. And for convenience, my room right outside, and then the young master's."

Her head whipped around and she looked are Sebastian curiously. "Why do you call him the 'young master'?"

"That, Anya, is a story for another day. Now, please, lie down and try to rest."

Anya climbed onto the large bed and crawled over to the pillows, laying down and looking up through the window. It was a better than turning her head up and the mattress was far softer than the couch. "Okay. I'm resting."

"Very good. We'll be just down the hall if you need anything." He gave a small bow, and then Sebastian left, closing the door behind him.

Anya sighed. "Stupid cloudless sky," she muttered, before slipping under the covers and closing her eyes.

Sebastian joined Ciel in the living room. "Anya?"

"Sleeping, it seems," the butler answered.

"She ended up doing what she didn't want to."

"Sounds familiar, does it not?" Sebastian smirked.

Ciel shot a glare at his companion before continuing. "Just how careful do we have to be with her?"

"Very much so, so it appears to be."

"She's rather soft-spoken for a six-year-old." Ciel mused. "I don't believe we have the full story."

"We can't force it out of her, young master. We'll have to wait until she trusts us enough to tell us herself."

"And how long might that be?"

"My lord, she's only six. It's going to take some time." He handed is first master a cup of tea.

"You mean more than two years."

Sebastian shot a narrow glare at the young demon, but let it go. "Much more."

Ciel stared a spoon in his just given tea and took a sip. "Do you know what she hates yet?"

"Unfortunately, I do not. She's hiding it rather well."

"Is she doing it on purpose?"

"I don't believe so. It may just be that it's natural for her to do, so she conceals it subconsciously. But if I may ask, my lord, are you planning on confronting her on this?"

"Possibly," was Ciel's simple answer. "Why?"

"Hmm. Simply curious, my lord."

"Sebastian, if you have something to say, then just say it."

"I believe asking her would be unwise, my lord. You might scare her off, and then we'd have to wait longer."

Ciel thought about it for a moment. "Hmm. I suppose you're right. I'll simply have to wait before making any moves." But wait how long, is the true question. He sighed. "You may go."

Sebastian bowed, before walking down the hall to his room. There were a few places where the young demon was correct. Anya was a strange girl, and it had to have something to do with those six years before they came. But confronting the child head-on wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, for it truly would frighten her more than she already was.

What surprised the butler the most was how much she went to hide her pain, and her hatred. Most six-year-olds would jump at any chance they had to tell you all about their day, and if they hurt or not. He was quickly coming to realize, however, that Anya was not a normal six-year-old.

Ciel tried to read his book again, but could only stare blankly at the page as he had done when Anya was on the couch. His mind was running fast with plans, as he tried to figure Anya out. He didn't like it when things, or people, didn't make sense.

She's hiding something, but what I'll never be able to tell with simply planning ahead. Sebastian is right. I am just going to have to wait until she is ready to tell us herself.

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Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. Here's another one! It's a little shorter than my other chapters, but hey, writers' block is cruel. Please review!

~~~ Up next, That Butler, What Did I Do To Your Heart? ~~~