May I have the honour of this dance, My Lord?
The first step is always with the heel. Next is a natural turn. Put your foot forward, as if you were skating.
Rather than saying you lack the talent for dancing, it is probably better to call your skills abonimable, Young Master.
Ciel let out a gasp in her sleep as the voice echoed in her dream.
It's because you're too big!
She shot awake at the shout that she had uttered many times before to Alois. Her excuse for not being able to dance well was because all men were bigger than her. She wiped the sweat from her brow as different emotions ran through her body. First fear and then grumpiness, irritation and then finally snapping. She whirled her hand in the empty hair and smacked it against the bed post.
She hissed in pain and then got out of bed to run her hand over cold water. Ciel stared at herself in the mirror. The voice that heard in her dreams was so familiar. The answer was right there but Ciel couldn't find it, frustrating as it was. She sighed and turned off the water. With a towel wrapped around her hand she went to write down what she had just dreamt in her notebook.
She sat down and pulled her laptop closer to her. For her World History term paper she was writing about the history of King Gongmin and the fall of the Goryeo dynasty in Korea. She began reading and typing the main points she wanted to cover.
Sebastian clicked away at the school computer in the main office. He found Ciel's file and printed it out. Then after erasing every trace of ever taking the document, he left the office to go to his classroom. He began reading carefully. Ciel had started being a student here since she was fourteen. She had been closed off and quiet in class but she was brilliantly intelligent.
"Just like Young Master" Sebastian murmured.
Then came the list of her offences. Shoplifting, fighting, carjacking and playing wicked pranks on many different girls and she was accompanied by Alois Trancy in each of those offences.
"She cut a girl's hair off? Ciel, are you mad?"
However these offences seemed to died down since the new school year began. Apparently Ciel had been going to therapy sessions with Matthews around this time so she had become more docile than cruel. Sebastian nodded and closed the file. He tucked it into his briefcase and left the classroom.
"Alois, what are you doing?" Ciel asked when she entered the Music classroom.
"Looking through Mr. Michaelis's bag" Alois replied and then he quickly skimmed through a bunch of papers.
"It's performance day, Alois we need to practice. We're done with sneaking and pranking, remember?" Ciel said.
"I'm done rehearsing. What other chance do we have to get something on this teacher?" Alois asked and then pulled out a file.
"Yeah you're right. What'd you get?" Ciel hopped up onto the desk and swung her legs.
"He has a file on you, Ciel. Look" Alois opened the file and showed it to Ciel.
"A file on me?" Ciel's eyes widened and she closed the file.
"He's such a spy!" she shoved the file back into the briefcase and then pulled Alois back to their seats.
"You look mad" Alois commented.
"I am mad. How dare he!" Ciel's voice reached an octave higher.
Ciel fumed and the rest of the student came in. Mr. Michaelis came in last and Ciel glared at him any chance she got. The students began their performances but Ciel ignored them, preferring to glare at Michaelis instead.
"Ciel, you're next" Sebastian said as Alois finished his impressive cello solo.
"I'd like Alois to help me with this instrumental" Ciel said and sat with a guitar without waiting for an answer from the teacher.
Alois sent a smirk at Sebastian and sat down with an electric guitar. The instrument that followed made Sebastian take a step back. Ciel was pouring all her emotion into this. It truly fit her word which was 'Blind Hatred'. After she was done, Ciel left the guitar on the floor and grabbed her bag. She stalked out of the classroom and didn't look back.
"Okay, that was great. Class dismissed" Sebastian said and the students left, the first being Alois Trancy.
Ciel ran up the stairs to the school rooftop and then sat down in a corner. She didn't know why she felt so angry and betrayed at the fact that Mr. Michaelis had seen her file.
"You thought that he would try to get to know you first before reading about what you've done" Alois said coming to sit down next to Ciel.
"Yes, I thought that. But I was wrong. It's useless to trust people these days" Ciel replied and then leaned her head on Alois's shoulder.
"It's okay. You have me, remember? You don't need a stupid teacher" Alois said and Ciel smiled up at her best friend.
They left the school rooftop and then went to the school art room. Alois enjoyed art and he usually painted in the art room during lunch and Ciel would join him. Sometimes they would play around with paints or even dance around the room singing. This time Ciel sat by herself eating while Alois painted.
"What's that for?" She asked, her mouth full.
"Mr. Michaelis gave us an assignment of what's the most precious thing to us. So I'm painting you, my best friend" Alois replied not looking at her.
"Oh, Alois you're so sweet" Ciel stood and wrapped her arms around Alois's waist from behind.
"It's not a big deal, Ciel. You're always going to be my best friend" Alois said turned around.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Alois"
"Maybe blow up like Krakatoa" Alois replied with a cheeky smile and Ciel flicked her finger against his forehead making the blond yelp.
"I'm not going home with you tonight. I have to work" Ciel said letting go of Alois.
"Explain me why you enjoy working at the Undertaker's?"
"It's fun and he's too funny to be creepy" Ciel replied with a smirk.
After school, Ciel turned the opposite direction to the Undertaker's shop. Since Ciel had met him after the funeral of her parents, the Undertaker had taken her under his wing and taught her the arts of being an undertaker. Ciel had enjoyed being in that dark, dank shop with the concentrated scent of chemicals and rotting bodies.
"You're back again, Earl" The Undertaker said and Ciel shook off the dreaded feeling that came whenever Undertaker called her Earl.
"Why do you call me that?" Ciel asked but the Undertaker chuckled in his own way and showed her the work for the day.
Sebastian was speechless when he saw Ciel enter the Undertaker's shop and greet him like an old friend. What was the Undertaker doing here? Why did Ciel come to his shop? Sebastian leaped onto a nearby rooftop and looked through the window of the Undertaker's shop. Ciel was inside, washing a dead body. Sebastian reeled back and then chuckled. The little lookalike enjoyed the dead, did she?
After a few hours, Ciel left the shop. Sebastian waited until she turned the corner before jumping down and opening the door of the Undertaker's shop.
"I've been expecting you, butler" Undertaker said washing his hands in the sink.
"I didn't realise you had shifted your shop here" Sebastian said.
"I shifted here after the funeral of the Earl and Lady Phantomhive. I couldn't leave my little Earl alone" Undertaker said.
"She is not him"
"But she is and you know it. You were there at the funeral and you saw her dressed just like him when our Earl's beloved aunt, Madame Red died. I daresay you've been popping up to visit her but she doesn't know it"
Sebastian nodded and the Undertaker cackled.
"You've been looking for him all this time" Undertaker laughed.
Sebastian hung his head as he let the memory take over him.
He crept up the window and climbed into the bedroom. There, sleeping in a little crib was the newest addition to the Phantomhive clan. A little girl born on November 18th. Sebastian walked toward the crib and then noticed the baby was awake. She looked up at the demon and then gave him a smile.
"My my, you should be sleeping" Sebastian picked the child up in his arms and she giggled.
"So naughty. Just like Young Master" Sebastian rocked the baby for a while and then placed her back in the crib.
The baby was asleep before he even placed her in the bed.
"Isn't she the Queen's Dog now?" Sebastian asked curiously.
"Her aunt refused the title when the little Ciel's parents died. It's now up to Ciel to take up the title if she so wishes to" Undertaker replied.
"The Queen agreed to let her go that easily?" Sebastian asked.
The Undertaker chuckled but didn't reply and Sebastian walked out of the shop.
Ciel tossed in her bed as another dream plagued her mind. This time, it was her parent's funeral.
"Such a pity. The girl's only fourteen" A woman said.
Ciel stood next to her aunt with no tears. She was tired of it. The sad whispers, the pity hugs, the disgusting food and most of all the fact that she couldn't cry at her parents death. She moved her gaze from the grave and then to the crowd. Then she spotted someone in the shadow of a large tree.
"Aunt, who's that?" Ciel asked gesturing to the man.
"Maybe an acquaintance of your father, Ciel" Her aunt replied and Ciel nodded.
The strange man wasn't in the funeral crowd but he stood farther away from everyone else, his face hidden in shadows.
Ciel's eyes opened and she sat up. Grabbing her notebook, she quickly wrote down what she had dreamt. Then she closed the notebook and crawled back into bed not noticing the shadow of Sebastian Michaelis seated on her windowsill.
If anyone wants to hear Ciel's instrumental piece then type Blind Hatred Loveless OST on google. A video from Youtube should come up.
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