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The apparition with the pristine lab coat leisurely and scrupulously closed the door, locking it well and making sure that the curtains were closed properly, blocking sound.

"Miss Midford, why did you insist on me being unconcerned towards you?"

Even as the doctor stirred the warm, appetizing, aromatic tea and handed it to the lady while slightly bowing, she remained stoic, hardly looking grateful. Impassive, she shot back, "I don't want anyone to think that they know me. I will never be that intimate with anyone unless they've stayed with me for a long time."

She took a sip of tea, looking sideways at the white door, detached and cold.

"You're not doing me a favor. This is my way, of expressing this message bold and clear."

The doctor wondered how would he respond to that statement.

"Err...are you sure?"

"Do I look I am not?" She glared at him. He could already feel fear emanating from his bodice.

"Should I call your family?"

"No."

"Why? You don't want to meet them? They are very nice, and rich and...", the doctor fished for some better adjectives, but his mind drew a blank. Much as he wanted to, he couldn't tell her about her family if she continued making him uncomfortable with her looks. But her emerald eyes gleamed, catching the light. And he could see her long lashes looking incredibly feminine. She was assiduous, abysmal, and beautifully rendered. Their eyes locked inadvertently, cold emerald eyes meeting warm hazel ones. Eyes, which were puzzled and staggered by her behavior.

"I want to read this", she declared, "before I meet them."

She pointed to a book with a green cover. "Diary", it read in small, bold capital letters.

"Aha, I got what you mean! You mean that if they talk to you, like about the past, then you'll not be speechless, right?"

She looked blankly at him.

"I am only reading this so that I know about myself, before they tell me about my own self."

"How is that boy...What was his name...the one with the black butler?"

"Ah...you mean 'the honored' lordship, Ciel-sama, and his ever-dutiful, virtue-abiding butler Sebastian."

She sipped her tea as they sat in silence and solitude.

Outside the leaves rustled and a breeze rushed inside, making the young girl feel abnormally cold. Draping a blanket over her petite body, she continued, albeit softly," I feel that something is amiss. I can't remember...everything is a blur...I have a feeling that something is wrong here. I have made up my mind."

The doctor tried to pat Lizzy's head. She allowed him to, though she did not look comforted, or even emotionally hollow. She looked like a tough chick. They one who would have all the attention at her feet, yet elude herself.

"I'm going to train myself", she took a deep, deep breath, oxygenating herself amply.

"I think I want to be an uncharacteristic, amazing person, who remains triumphant, solemnly victories above the throes of death. I want to win all the duels."

The doctor saw an atypical lively bounce in the girl's demeanor, and backed away, sighing, knowing that he should now leave the adamant girl alone according to her inclination.

Ciel strolled along the campus, clearing bunking classes.

"Now, the cafeteria."

The group of boys split, walking in inconspicuous groups, with one boy as the ringleader in each group.

"Now, the washroom."

One group made its way to the washroom. The others selected other places and hurried there. Though it seemed much of their time was spent on being vagrants, it was worth it, each teenager enjoying the others' company.

Ciel washed his face, looking resolute and unyielding.

"You should relax a bit."

Ciel looked back at a senior, who was now smoking, cupping his hands near the cigarette to preserve the hot embers.

And he shook his head.

"I was forced to come here, you know."

Ciel had an amused smile now. These guys could be crazy. Who knew that better than him, the queen's watchdog? But that didn't stop him from joining in their group.

"Have you heard of the youngster", Ciel began daringly, and then slightly leaned forward, saying, "in our school, known as the thief of thieves?"

The senior stiffened.

"Oh, really? You've heard of him...eh? He's o'er our lives", he stipulated, laughing nervously.

"You've heard of him all right", Ciel was tired of the fabrications, tensed and sad about his fiancée.

"No more rigmaroles", Ciel whispered, eerily.

"No more", he repeated maliciously, and signaled for the dark rain to descend and trap these vagrants into its clutches, and ruby-eyes crimson as the hell-fire dragged the boys into a life as bitter as abyss.

Sebastian's chagrined groans, after that event, recurrently annoyed his young master.

"Young Master, why did you trap those people, that way, using me?" Sebastian had asked that question for the fifth time that evening.

"Sebastian", Ciel covered his eyes with a pillow, "I am not to hear of anyone's will but mine, and most certainly not of a person as lowly and menial as my butler. Though it is because of you that I am in the game, it is my game, and you are simply my pawn. So chuck it, and take it as my order that you shall pledge not to scold your master."

"I shall", Sebastian's eyes glowed red, "I shall scold you, when I teach you. And when you make a mistake, of course. A mistake your inhuman butler could not make. Because I am, simply and unsurprisingly, one hell of a butler."

"You've steered the topic right at yourself again, you egoistical butler!" The pillow was thrown at the butler, who looked at the pillow, wondering what he should do with it.

His cue ended as the pillow was thrown on the bed, and any chances of an impending, frenzied pillow fight halted at a standstill.

Meanwhile, Lizzy lay on the bed sheets, looking bored and tired.

Picking up her diary, she scrutinized each and every feature, till she started checking her acquaintances and the people known to her.

"Who's this?" she asked herself aloud.

Lizzy had named one of the contacts 'Lizziel', and was unable to figure out the connotation behind the contact's unusual name.

Densely, she asked a nurse, "Hey, what does this mean?"

The nurse blushed coyly, and giggled, mumbling something about couples and marriages made in heaven.

"I've heard of made in china", Elizabeth thought, "Marriages, made in heaven...I wonder what she means...How could I be related to couples, at all?"

She next turned for the solution to the janitor, who said, "I ain't have time to chat to ya, my fine lady."

"Fine lady", Elizabeth was already fuming, angry that she was classified more 'jobless' than a janitor, and what's worse, called a 'fine lady' by the same flirty janitor. What would people think when they heard that?

"You're blushing crimson-red, you know", Ciel smiled warmly at his fiancée, extending his hand. He was seated on a chair in the hospital, wearing a simple white button-down shirt with pants.

"What do you think is meant by this?" Elizabeth shoved the diary right into Ciel's face, looking at him in a tsundere way.

"Lizziel...right...it means 'hope'...in the language of love."

"Don't talk all eloquent and dreamy, alright? It's not going to work with me."

"But you're already better to me. Just a few days, and you'll be snuggling up to me, in no time."

Lizzy blushed and smiled sardonically. She admired him for his confidence, hated him because he made her, like him.

"How 'hope'?" She asked, innocently. She already looked more vibrant and happy.

"Lizzy and Ciel, it speaks of you and me. You loved me earlier, no? And now, too, you are with me."

He caught her hand, smearing her senses by a sudden, impulsive kiss, not on the hand but her lips, by suddenly rising while holding her hand.

Lizzy slapped his hand away, and stormed off, and the red mark on cheek created by the impact of her smack, resounded with stinging love.

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