I don't own anything. And forgive me if anyone is OOC. And the second season in the anime never happened. (but I don't think this is relevant…)
the whole manor stood, silent and still and regal, almost dreary, despite a pleasant outer look.
Ciel had not been pleased with Mabel's introductions, but sent them off with a dismissive wave and announced that they could stay for as long as they liked, just so long that they don't outstay their welcome, and their mysterious black-clad butler lead the trio to their rooms.
Mabel had been granted a spacious room that resided just next to Ciel's, and as a guest, Sylvia had been given a slightly smaller room next to Mabel's, and Jack had disappeared before he could been assigned a room.
"Dinner is promptly at seven," Ciel had said at the doorway of Mabel's room, "Don't be late."
After the door closed, Mabel breathed a sigh of relief and flopped over onto the cushy bed, turning her head to face Sylvia.
"Wow," she giggled, "For a child, he certainly is mature."
Sylvia nodded from where she was, unpacking Mabel's clothing into the closets that had been provided, and answered softly, "the Earl Phantomhive has been by himself ever since his parents died in the fire that destroyed this manor."
Mabel bolted upright.
"This manor? Ciel has no parents?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Sylvia gave a faint smile, and gathered several hair ornaments into her hands, as she approached the child that sat incredulously upon the bed.
"Well, I'll tell you if you'd like… would you like to hear the Earl Phantomhive's story, ojou-sama?"
Mabel nodded, and beckoned for Sylvia to sit next to her, which she did.
"I personally don't know much of it," Sylvia said, "But as far as I know, a fire had destroyed this estate a few years ago, killing its inhabitants and leaving only Ciel-sama. Though, there is an interesting part to this… he has disappeared for a month after the fire, returning after with a butler clad all in black."
Sylvia glanced at the girl next to her, who gave her a faint grin.
"That's some story," she remarked, "Poor Ciel. I feel so bad for him. But come on, we should get ready for dinner. I get the feeling that he won't be too happy if we show up late."
…..
after showing the girl, Mabel, and her two servants, Sylvia and Jack, to their rooms, Ciel retreated to his own, followed closely by Sebastian.
"That girl is already starting to annoy me," he remarked sourly, "She talks too much."
Sebastian laughed.
"Bocchan, you think that everyone talks too much. But Mabel is only like that because she is still a child." He said.
Ciel sighed.
"I am a child as well, Sebastian. But you don't see me acting the way she does." He turned his midnight eyes up at his butler, before taking a sip from his neverending supply of tea.
"You have been through things that Mabel cannot even imagine, bocchan. It is only natural."
Ciel groaned and leaned his face into his hands, glancing out the frosty windows into the garden, where he could see Jack, the blond-haired, angelic-looking servant of Mabel's, sitting near the garden and weaving daisy chains.
He scoffed.
"Even her servants are so lighthearted and carefree," he said, half to himself, "In a way, I'm jealous of that."
Sebastian only stood near the shadows, never saying a word, while he bocchan continued to talk to himself, while staring half-heartedly out the window.
"Sebastian…"
Sebastian turned to see Ciel, who was still staring out the window with hazy eyes.
"Yes, bocchan?"
"If I asked you to go dance in the gardens and make daisy chains like Jack, would you?"
Sebastian chuckled.
"I would if that is an order, bocchan." He answered.
"It is."
"Well, if you put it that way…" Sebastian kneeled lightly onto the ground, placing his white gloved hand over his heart… or the place his heart would've been.
"Yes, my lord."
…
Sebastian trudged out into the gardens that he had put so much effort into, to make it beautiful. He was almost annoyed that his bocchan would try and order him to go and make daisy chains.
He approached the daisy patch knowing that he must, especially since his bocchan was still watching from the window, and kneeled into the grass, gathered several armfuls of daisies that he quickly picked, and settled into a stone bench to weave them together.
"Oh, are you making daisy chains too?"
Sebastian looked up into the brightly smiling face of Jack, his golden hair falling lazily over his eyes, and the boy sat down next to him, holding his own armful of daisies. Sebastian waited for him to talk.
"If you're making daisy chains for the Earl Phantomhive, I have a few left over from the ones I was making for ojou-sama, if you'd like to take them." He offered.
Sebastian turned his head, and began to weave the daisies together.
"Bocchan doesn't take leftovers," he said, "Don't disgrace the Earl like that."
The blond-haired beauty looked surprised, but lowered his eyes to the pink-stained daisies in his lap.
"of course…" he said softly, "I apologize. I should have never said what I did."
Sebastian turned in surprise. Never before had anyone ever taken what he said so lightheartedly.
No doubt, this boy must've been very protected, and never encountered any suffering, for his soul and heart to be in such a pure light.
Though petty humans didn't concern nor interest Sebastian, he found himself curious about this boy.
The two sat in silence for a short while, each minding their own business and making their own daisy chains, and finally, Sebastian stood up, wondering if he had satisfied his bocchan's desire daisies, and headed towards the house, stopping once at the door to look at the boy who had not yet moved from his seat.
"Dinner will be served in half an hour," he announced, "Try not to be late."