Chapter 3: His Sister, Omnipotent

Girlish screams resounded throughout the entire mansion. China clinked around and threatened to fall and crash on the beautifully carpeted floor had Lady Luck not looked down upon the tea cart’s steering abilities. Fingers wrapped tightly around the edge of the runaway tea cart for dear life.

“Oh dear oh dear oh dear!” Grell could do nothing to stop its rampant rampage.

You were sitting at the dining table, and Ciel was about to take his seat. The servants were crowded close to Ciel as usual, but the commotion outside drew their attention, as well as yours, to the door. Just as Sebastian pulled out Ciel’s chair and allowed him to sit down, the doors burst open. In came the tea cart with Grell crouched on top, his butt facing front, heading straight for Finny.

“Fin, watch-!” But it was too late. The cart had already crashed, spilling some of the piping hot tea on the cart onto Finny’s shirt. “-out.” You cringed as you heard the steaming liquid make impact. Your poor best friend stood up and hopped around, pulling the stained part of his shirt up to try and stop the harsh burning sensation.

“Hot! Hot! Hot!”

“Fin, get your shirt off! Quickly!” You stood up and went to go help him. Meanwhile, Grell was crouched by the broken cart, slightly swaying from his dizziness. He snapped out of it when he heard Finny’s cries, then rushed over to him, somehow beating you in the process.

“I’m so so sorry!” Grell looked around for something to help him, when he spotted a napkin on the edge of the table. “I’ll wipe it off!” He grabbed the folded piece of cloth, but didn’t realize that he also grabbed the table cloth as well. Ciel’s lunch was pulled away from him just as he was about to cut his food. All the silverware crashed to the floor, making Grell jump and realize his mistake, causing him begin panicking once again. This was just not his day.

The other servants were showing their complete displeasure by glaring at the clumsy butler. You, on the other hand, felt bad for the poor man. Misfortune seemed to follow him wherever he went; it was so sad to see someone cursed with unluckiness to this extent. Ciel put his fingers up to his head and sighed, and Baldroy leaned in to whisper to him.

“Master, why did you agree to take on such a useless igit?”

“You’re one to talk, Bard.” He sighed again. “It didn’t seem like such a bad idea. I thought Sebastian would be the only one inconvenienced. I never expected that I would be affected by it as well.”

“Ho ho ho.” Grell cowered under the servants’ intense glare.

“I’m so sorry for causing all this trouble. I simply don’t know how I can apologize enough. Wait, that’s it! The only thing I can do now is die!” You were more than surprised when he pulled out a knife and aimed it at his heart. “I shall atone with my death!” Bard stepped forward, raising his hands out.

“Woah! Calm down a second!”

“Ummm should we take the knife away?” Mey-Rin asked, though she made no move to take it. Without a word, Sebastian placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping his suicide attempt.

“There is no need for that.” When Grell didn’t move a muscle, Sebastian removed his hand. The poor suicidal butler looked behind him up at Sebastian, who smiled innocently. “Just think of the horrible mess you would make. It’d take hours to clean up all the blood.” Ignoring Sebastian’s uncaring comment, you seized the opportunity to quickly step in and take the knife away from him. Grell now turned to you.

“Well, besides that.” You glared at Sebastian, who merely smiled back, then swiftly back to Grell. “You shouldn’t have to die for a silly little string of bad luck.” Kneeling down so that you were eye level, you sent him a kind hearted smile. “Every life’s important. And besides, if we were going by those rules, I would’ve been dead a long time ago.” You leaned in and whispered into his ear. “One time, when I was trying to clean the chandelier in the living room, I fell right off the ladder, and the chandelier came with me. It shattered everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Compared to that, breaking a few plates doesn’t seem that bad, huh?” His green eyes seemed to sparkle with admiration as he stared up at you. Pure joy radiated off him as he clasped his hands together.

“Thank you Lady (Y/n), thank you Sebastian. You are both so very kind.”

“(Y/n) was sweet, but Sebastian… That was kindness?” Finny and Mey-Rin shook their heads. The butler in question rose back up with an unbroken teapot and frowned.

“Now what I’d like to know is how you could ever think it was acceptable to serve the master such weak tea.” He set the pot down on the table and grabbed the sugar, scooping a couple teaspoons of it into the tea. “Watch me. A spoonful for each person and one more for the pot.” Now he grabbed ahold of a pot of boiling water and added it to his mix. He smirked as the steam rose from the teapot, a sweet aroma wafting through the room. “Finally, add half a pint of boiling water and let it steep until done.” As Grell admired the butler even more, the servants all frantically took notes, except for Tanaka of course. You merely rolled your eyes at the sight and scoffed.

“Picky, picky, picky.”

“One must always serve their master with nothing but perfection, my lady.” His condescending smirk only made you roll your eyes again. Sebastian set a new cup of tea in front of Ciel, who began to drink it without a word. The butler then pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time. “Master, are you ready? It is almost time.” He snapped the watch shut. “I have your carriage waiting for you in the front drive now.”

“Fine.”

“As for the rest of you.” He now addressed the servants. “I want this place absolutely spotless. Understand? Grell, perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don’t cause anymore trouble.”

“Oh come on. It’s not like he’s gonna learn anything by doing nothing.”

“Perhaps another day, but for now it would be better for him to remain here so that he won’t be an inconvenience.”

“Whatever you say O’ Great Butler.” Your little nickname caused Sebastian to chuckle out of amusement. He then turned around and began to walk out of the room, until he stopped at the doorway.

“Oh, and Grell, if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, and try not to make too big a mess.” Grell all but beamed with pure joy.

“What generosity. What great kindness.”

“(Y/n), are you ready to leave?”

“I almost forgot I could actually escape the manor for once.” Ciel glared at you, and when he didn’t say anything, you smirked. “But yes, I’m ready.” Pleased with your response, your brother set his teacup down.

“We’re leaving now then.”

***

Big Ben chimed throughout the bustling city of London. The horses leading your carriage were barely heard over the clip clopping of other horses and citizens walking the streets. In the distance, a paper boy screamed for people to buy a copy of the paper he held up in his hand.

“Get your paper here! All the latest news! Prostitute mysteriously murdered!” You quirked a brow as you passed the lad.

“That’s odd. When these kinds of things happen, it’s more than not a drunken man who didn’t want to pay, and it’s not hard to track someone like that down.”

“It’s none of our concern. Besides, it probably was some drunken lunatic who ran farther than the police thought.” You hummed.

“I don’t know. I’ve got a weird feeling about it.”

“Are you afraid someone will attack you, my lady?” You scoffed at the butler sitting across from you.

“As if. I’d like to see them try even stepping foot near the manor. Now that’d be a show.” Fun dying down, you focused your attention back on the window, pondering. There was just something you couldn’t shake. Something wrong. “But something does seem… off. I can’t explain it.”

“Don’t let it bother you. Like I said, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“If you say so brother.” Just then, the carriage came to a halt.

“We’re here.” Sebastian informed you as he rose. He opened the door, closing it once you two stepped out. A few people passing by gave you strange looks due to your attire, but you merely glared back, sending them scurrying on their way. Rolling his eyes, Ciel opened the door to the shop and entered, followed by you and Sebastian. An old plump bald man sat behind the counter, writing something down, when he noticed the few new presences in his store.

“Hm? Oh, hello children. Did your father send you for something?” Before you could even open your mouth, Sebastian stepped forward and held out a slip of paper.

“Actually, the young master’s here on his own business. We need to pick this up.” Hesitantly, the man took the paper and skimmed it over.

“Oh, you’re here for that walking stick.” He grabbed a hey and used it to open a drawer behind the counter. “I was wondering who would have a use for something as short as this.” Gently, he lifted up a relatively small black cane and handed it to Sebastian, who took it graciously.

“Naturally, I didn’t think a child-” His breath hitched in his throat as the cane found itself just a centimeter away from his nose, pointed at him as if it was a gun. Heedless to say, Sebastian wasn’t the only one smirking.

“Straight as an arrow. A magnificent stick indeed, good sir.” The man remained frozen in place out of shock, as the butler slowly pulled the cane away and placed a small bag of money on the counter. All three of you began to make your way out of the store, a mix of annoyance and mild amusement at the scene made. “Keep the change. Good day.” You turned around before you could exit, locking eyes with the man’s still shock form.

“A piece of advice: don’t assume things about others. Truly, it does save a lot of trouble in the future.” You sent the poor frightened shop owner a faux innocent smile, chilling him more, before joining your company outside.

Eventually you all made your way to the station lined with all kinds of different shops. Display cases showing different products, from shoes, to mirrors, and even jewelry, were displayed for all passerbys to see.

“That ridiculous strength of Finny’s is a menace. How could someone accidentally break a walking stick. It’s a pain to specially order a new one.”

“He has problems with controlling it. He forgets about it a lot, actually.”

“That’s not an excuse after so many years.”

“Hey, give him a break. You know as well as I do what he’s been through, and what people like us do to try and suppress that. I thought you of all people would understand him.” A tense moment passed as you glared at Ciel. Sometimes you couldn’t understand why he could be so obnoxiously unsympathetic to anyone, including those who had been treated similarly as you had been. It boggled your mind sometimes, but he was still your brother.

“Still, it’s a hassle to have to fix everything he breaks.”

“Certainly, what a pity to go through all that trouble. You nor the young lady have had a growth spurt in years.”

“Jerk.”

“And speaking of trouble, I don’t know how well Grell is going to work out. We shouldn’t stay away for too long.” Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a boy pressing his hands up against one of the display cases. A little stuffed rabbit with a top hat and monocle stared back, causing the excited child to burst with joy.

“Hey look mama! It’s the brand new rabbit toy from Funtom! See?” You glanced back at Ciel, knowing full well that he did in fact hear the child, despite his dismissive demeanor. Sebastian joined in your observation, both of you seeming to wonder what was going through his head.

***

“The Funtom Company. The maker of toys and confection that has grown rapidly in the last three years. And this estate testifies to the company’s prosperity.” Grell admired the scenery aloud as he trimmed the bushes on the front lawn. “The manor is magnificent, don’t you think?” He posed the question to the buff servant smoking a cigarette on the ground. Baldroy removed the tobacco stick from his mouth and stared up at the manor.

“You know it’s only been around for about two years now.”

“Odd. But it looks so stately and dignified.”

“Of course it does. That was the intention.” The new sophisticated gentlemen voice caused Grell to turn around and scream in surprise. Finny and Mey-Rin looked up from their work to see the commotion, only to be surprised.

“Look! It’s the real Tanaka!” Finny exclaimed.

“We haven’t seen him in months!” Tanaka ignored the excited cries of his friends and continued speaking.

“This manor was built to be an exact replica of the previous one. It is identical in every single detail, from the window panes to the stairways, and even the cracks in the pillars.”

“Identical?”

“The original Phantomhive manor burned down three years ago. The entire estate was engulfed in flames. It was a great tragedy.”

“Oh. Oh I see.”

Not one of you said a word on the ride home. Ciel was the one leaning his head against the window this time, and you were still left wondering what was going through his head. Though, you could only imagine. His title, his role, the stress, the memories; it must be hard to watch other children’s innocence, when he himself had lost it long ago. How ironic that he was the head of a children’s toy company, a role your father once held.

“Forgive me for asking, but master Ciel’s and lady (Y/n)’s parents, did they…”

“Yes. Sadly, they both perished in the fire.” Grell solemnly returned to putting the finishing touches on the hedges.

“How terrible. Those poor children.” Tanaka suddenly began to feel weary, and the man shrank down once again, swirling in a state of dizziness. “Oh no! Tanaka!” Baldroy crossed his arms nonchalantly and stood next to Grell.

“His energy and stamina levels are way below a normal person’s. Being real Tanaka exhausts him. He just needs to rest himself for a while.” Grell stared at the Tanaka he had come to know, pondering over the other servant’s odd explanation.

“Uh, that’s interesting.” High pitched screaming cut through the air. The two men looked over to the other two servants, who were staring at something ahead of them in horror. Mey-Rin shakily pointed at the cause of their discomfort. Curiously, Grell turned around, and upon seeing his huge mistake, screamed.

“Why are they all skulls!?” Baldroy exclaimed.

“No! Not again! I’ve made another unacceptable mistake!” He made a run for one of the trees, where a noose just so happened to be hanging. A basket on the ground provided easy access for him to reach it and slip his head through the rope. “I can’t go on any longer!” The three servants quickly ran over and tried to stop him.

“Quite trying to die all the time!”

“But I have to! It’s the only way to redeem my honor!” Someone pushed the step out from under the poor man, who dropped down. His face reddened as he began to suffocate.

“GRELL!”

***

It felt like an eternity of awkward silence before you finally arrived back at the manor. Not even Sebastian had some sarcastic or condescending remark to make; he didn’t even speak until you three were at the front door.

“I’m sure you’re tired master. I’ll prepare tea for you immediately.” Sebastian held the door open, but you stopped right in your tracks. The demon butler grew puzzled, but he too was shocked as he peered inside.

Pink, fluffy bunnies, glitter, ribbons, and heart shaped streamers covered the entire entrance in a nightmarish display of a little girl’s dream party. It was simply atrocious, and the plethora of decorations was beginning to give you a headache.

“I’m gonna puke.”

“My mansion!” Sebastian appeared slightly ticked off.

“What happened to this place? Why, it’s a disaster.” You scoffed.

“That’s putting it mildly.” Baldroy, Finny, and Mey-Rin came running out of one of the rooms on the side and made a beeline straight for you.

“Sebastian! (Y/n)!” The boys clutched onto your shirt while Mey-Rin crouched low next to Sebastian, all of them crying as if they had just seen something awful. Now that they were up close, you could see their rather strange attire. Mey-Rin’s dress was puffier than usual, Baldroy had a bonnet on his head like a baby, and Finny had on bunny ears and bunny paws.

“Guys, calm down.” None of them listened and continued to cry, which further pissed Sebastian off.

“What is going on here? And why on earth are you dressed like lunatics?” Baldroy pointed behind him.

“She’s crazy! Crazy!”

“Who is crazy?” Ciel asked firmly. All of them heard gurgling come from the room the servants had run out of. They refused to budge, but you, Ciel, and Sebastian all curiously peeked in the room, only to see Grell hanging from a noose wearing… two bright orange bows around his head and neck. You and Ciel gasped, and while he merely stood there, you rushed into the room to try and get him down.

“Grell! What the hell happened!? Are you okay?” As you stood under him trying to see if you could reach the poor man, Ciel flashed him with an annoyed frown.

“What are you doing now?”

“At the moment, I believe I’m in the process of dying, master Ciel.” His voice was choked so much you were surprised he wasn’t already dead. Ciel groaned as you tried to jump up and untie him.

“Get him down Sebastian.”

“Yes, sir.” Sebastian slowly approached Grell, but he realized that he wasn’t tall enough to reach the knot on the rope.

“If you give me a lift, I’ll untie him.” The butler smirked.

“Of course, my lady.” He grabbed the sides of your waist and hoisted you up in the air, then faced you towards Grell.

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but as long as I can get him down.” You were about to reach for the dying butler, when something came out of nowhere, dashing right past you. Grell was swung away by the wind created from the thing’s speed, while Sebastian accidentally let you go, and you fell to the floor with a thud.

“CIEL!” Oh no. You recognized that squealing high pitched voice anywhere. The person tackled your brother in a bear hug, and looking to confirm your fears, you found that it was indeed her. You immediately jumped behind Sebastian, who smirked down at you once he realized who it was. “Ciel, you’re back! I missed you so much!!” The poor boy caught in the death trap was completely caught off guard, not too pleased by the intrusion and physical contact.

“Elizabeth, what a surprise!”

“Oh, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Lizzy!”

“No, no, not her, not her.” You were all but shaking in your pants, and Sebastian knew exactly why. Elizabeth and you played as children a lot, but she would always try to shove you into a dress, which was something you abhorred. But despite your clear dislike for the girlish attire, she was relentless, and to this day has never stopped trying to get you into one of those uncomfortable tents. Suffice to say, the whole thing, despite how annoying it may be to handle, was utterly amusing to him.

“It’s just your cousin my dear lady. You should go say hello.” You gripped the ends of his tailcoat harder in fear.

“Screw off.”

“That’s not very nice. Why would you ever want to avoid your childhood playmate?”

“You know why! You try being shoved into one of those lung crushing devices.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Exactly.”

“But I won’t keep you hidden forever.”

“You just want to see me humiliated, don’t you?”

“Humiliated is a strong word. I’m only certain you’d look lovely in a little pink dress.” Shudders went down your spine at the mention of the ghastly color, and he felt them through his suit.

“Just thinking about it sickens me.” He chuckled.

“Let’s get Grell down before he dies first, then I’ll think about continuing as your shield.”

“Fine.” As you reluctantly allowed yourself to be lifted up once more, Lizzy pulled Ciel back into a hug and nuzzled his cheek.

“Oh you really are just the cutest thing ever! Aren’t you, darling boy, I could just eat you up!” Almost instantly, her joyous expression dropped as she searched the room. “Speaking of cuties, where’s-”

“Lady Elizabeth.” She almost immediately discarded Ciel, in favor of his butler, who now stood in front of her holding Grell up by his suit.

“Oh, hello Sebastian. How are you?” Her eyes fell onto the choked out butler in his hand, and she pouted. “Aww, you took him down?”

“Yes. He detracted from the beauty of the room.”

“But I made such a lovely decoration out of him.”

“A decoration?”

“Yes! Just look at it all! Isn’t the salon so cute now?” Ciel looked on in tired horror at how ‘cute’ she made his manor.

“Ugh, my mansion. It’s so pink.”

“From now on, only the cutest things belong in the Phantomhive manor. Don’t you agree, Antoinette?” She clasped her hands together and looked over to Tanaka, who had makeup and a blonde curly haired wig on.

“Ho ho ho.” Sebastian nearly sweatdropped.

“Oh, and Tanaka.”

“Speaking of cute things, where’s my darling (Y/n)? I was hoping to see her this time.” Ciel glanced over to Sebastian, who smirked.

“She’s right-” When Sebastian stepped aside to reveal yourself, there was no one there. You had vanished. But the smirk never left his face. “Would you like me to go fetch her, Lady Elizabeth?”

“Oh, not right now. I can always find her later. I have a present I need to give you, Sebastian.”

“Ah?”

“Here.” She swiftly put on a pink flowery bonnet on his head, which made the other servants double over in stifled laughter. All three of them thought the same thing. If only (Y/n) was here to see this. “You’re always dressed in black. I thought this would be a nice change. What do you think?” The butler sent them all a threatening glare, and all three of them stood to attention, terrified. Pleased, for now, Sebastian placed his hand on his heart and slightly bowed to Lizzy.

“I am deeply honored you went to such trouble for a humble servant. Your generosity overwhelms me.”

“Happy to help.” Ciel managed to take his eyes off the deplorable state his mansion was in and focus back on the energetic girl responsible for it.

“In any event Lizzy, what are you doing here? Auntie didn’t let you come alone.” She ran over to Ciel and grabbed both his hands.

“I sneaked away because I wanted to see you and (Y/n), silly!” She yet again pulled him into a hug, gushing over him.

“You sneaked away? Don’t you think you’ll get into trouble?” By this time Grell was able to recover from his near death experience, and stared confusedly at the pair.

“Sebastian? Who is this girl?”

“She is the daughter of the Marquess of Scotney. Her full Christian name is lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford of Scotney.”

“Scotney Ethel Elizabeth Cordelia-” Grell’s tongue almost literally became tied at the long name.

“She is actually my young master’s betrothed of several years.”

“Ah, his fiancée, yes of course.” The other three servants were utterly repulsed.

“Master.”

“Marrying.”

“Her?” Baldroy, Finny, and Mey-Rin responded in that order, not being able to get a full sentence out due to their shock, and repulsion.

“Lady Elizabeth is of the nobility after all. She is the daughter of a marquess. Nobles marry other nobles. That is how it works.”

“Does Miss (Y/n) have a fiancée as well then?” The other servants tuned in closely, curious as well.

“Unfortunately, no.” They all but sighed in relief, glad that you didn’t have a crazy man on your hands either. “Her parents died before they could make proper arrangements.” It wasn’t entirely the truth, but he didn’t lie either. Adopted children in nobility were harder to marry off, since they were not of actual blood, and therefore could be easily manipulated into having no rights to their parents’ wealth. Your origin also being unclear did not help at all; most other nobles might assume your parents were not nobles themselves, and the idea of marrying someone who is technically lower in status wasn’t ideal. But it wasn’t impossible to provide you with a husband, it was just that it took more time, which your parents clearly did not possess.

“Oh, I see.”

“Oh, I know! Now that the manor is decorated so prettily, why don’t we have a ball tonight?” The entire room stood stock still as Lizzy grabbed Ciel’s hands and twirled him around. “You can be my escort and we’ll dance around all night long, isn’t that a wonderful idea?”

“A ball? No!”

“You’ll wear the clothes I pick out for you, won’t you? Pretty please? They’ll be so cute on you!”

“Listen, I don’t want to-!” She let him go and turned around, ignoring his protests.

“And of course I’ll be dressed for the night as well! And (Y/n), if I can find her!” Sebastian smiled innocently.

“Leave that to me, Lady Elizabeth.”

“Oh perfect!” She ran right up to Grell. “You come with me! I want to make you even cuter than you already are!” She dragged Grell out by the noose still wrapped loosely around his neck, the poor man screaming his disapproval behind her. Ciel wasn’t happy either, and tried to stop her.

“Wait I said no ball!”

The door slammed shut.

***

Sebastian sauntered down the long hallway with a carefree smile. If he could, he would’ve been whistling a little tune as he did so, but that would ruin his plan. His shoes clicking on the floor was the only sound to be heard, finally stopping when he found the particular room he was searching for. The noise ceased for a painstakingly long minute, until he slowly opened the door. The sight of your empty room greeting him.

“My lady, where are you?” He dragged out every syllable like he was talking to a child, as he stepped inside and glanced around. “Hmm.” His crimson eyes locked on the closet, and a new devilish smirk adorned his features. With slow strides, he walked to the door and opened it up. Your normal wardrobe was all there, hanging up, but this was not what he was focused on. Above your clothes was a shelf that spanned the entire closet, mostly enveloped in shadows due to the ceiling. Some bundles of blankets covered what could be seen, but when he pulled one particular blanket off the corner, you were revealed huddled against the wall. “There you are.”

“Shh! Please just go away.”

“But Lady Elizabeth requests your presence. It’s been so long since she’s seen her dear cousin, and she only wishes to dress you up for the ball tonight.”

“Come on, what do you- wait, did you just say ball!?”

“Correct. Lady Elizabeth wishes to hold a ball here tonight.”

“What!? Ciel didn’t do anything to stop her?”

“You know Lady Elizabeth. She doesn’t exactly listen to reason.” You groaned.

“Some fiancée he is, can’t even stop her from doing something ridiculous.” Sighing, you placed your hand on your head, a headache forming. “There’s no way I’m gonna be a part of this.”

“But she only wants to dress you up to dance and have fun. There’s no harm there.” You frowned at his sarcasm.

“What do you want?” He gasped dramatically and gave you a faux pouty face.

“Are you trying to insinuate that I would blackmail you for protection against your cousin?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“How dreadful for you to think so lowly of me.”

“Sebastian, please not now. Look, if you don’t tell Lizzy where I am, I’ll do whatever you ask for the rest of the week.”

“Really? Such a tempting offer. But should I really accept? I wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady-”

“Two weeks.”

“Now that certainly sounds promising, but is it enough to-”

“No questions, no complaints, no refusals the entire time. Just please, don’t tell her where I am.”

“Hmm, well… alright. I’ll accept.” He handed you back the blanket, and began to walk off. Before you could cover yourself once more, he glanced at you over his shoulder. “Oh, I almost forgot, the young master wanted to see you too. But I don’t believe he wouldn’t have been able to if Lady Elizabeth was playing dress-up with you. So to fulfill his order, I was going to hide you anyway, but thank you for your promise nonetheless.”

“God dammit Sebas-!”

“Is that my darling cousin I hear?” You immediately shut your mouth. Unfortunately, you could do nothing more but cover yourself up, unable to dish Sebastian out, which made the demon butler’s smirk widen. Just as you finished covering your hiding spot once more, Lizzy barged into the room. “Are you playing hide-and-see- oh! Hello again, Sebastian. Is (Y/n) in here by any chance?”

“I’m afraid not. I’ve already searched the entire room.” She frowned, disappointed once more.

“Awe. Where could she be?”

“I don’t believe she’s anywhere upstairs, but perhaps she’s in the library.”

“Of course! She always did love books. Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll go surprise her!” She started running out of the room, waving to the butler as she exited. “Thanks Sebastian!”

“It’s no trouble.” When she was out of earshot, he turned back to the closet. “You can come out now.” You pushed away the blanket, crawled out from the shelf and hopped down, glaring at the demon butler as you crossed your arms.

“Are you happy with yourself?”

“Extremely.”

“Didn’t know demons could feel happiness.” Sarcasm dripped from your tone, which made him chuckle.

“Now that Lady Elizabeth has been sent on a wild goose chase, the young master would still like to see you.”

“I know I know, I’m going. Let’s hurry before Lizzy realizes I’m not actually in the library.”

“First I have to go get the teacart. It’s time for the master’s afternoon tea.”

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

***

Ciel sat with his arms folded and head down on his desk, completely frustrated at his careless fiancée. He didn’t even move when he heard the door open and close in a near panic, knowing already who it was.

“Wew. That was a close one.” Sebastian rolled the tea inside as you made your way over to the desk. “So, why did she suddenly show up like that? Does Auntie know?” Ciel groaned.

“No. She snuck out.”

“Won’t she get in trouble?”

“She’s not concerned about it. She said she only wanted to see us.”

“Ugh, great. And what’s this about a ball?”

“It’s not as if I could stop her. You know how she is, once she gets an idea, she won’t stop until she gets what she wants.”

“Yeah I know. Well, there’s clearly only one solution to this matter.”

“And what is that?”

“We pack up in secret and move to China.” That got Sebastian to chuckle.

“(Y/n).”

“No, I’m serious.”

“We can’t just move to China.”

“Yes we can. Lau can get us there, he’s got a boat and everything! We hide out there for a few weeks, get fake names, all the good stuff, until Lizzy gives up this ball nonsense and goes home.”

“We’re not moving to China.”

“Fine. Suit yourself.” Sebastian poured your exhausted brother a cup, and approached the desk.

“I believe the wisest course of action is to go along with her plan. I don’t think she’s going to listen to reason nor give up on this idea.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Ciel finally propped himself up so Sebastian could give him his tea.

“Can’t you just give her some tea or something and get her down from here? I don’t have time for this stupid ball.”

“China sounds real promising right about now.”

“Master, Lady Elizabeth would like a dance. You cannot refuse her. And my lady, she wants you to enjoy yourself as well.”

“Not if she shoves me in a tight knitted lung suffocating dress.”

“Is that really the only reason you can’t accept going to this ball?” Ciel merely took a sip of his tea and glanced at you, seeming to have your own silent conversation that only you could understand. Neither of you said another word. Sebastian continued to stand in front of the desk, not once taking his eyes off you both.

“Master.”

“What now?”

“I know I’ve never seen you dance before, nor you milady, but I assume that you can.” Ciel picked up a few pieces of paper, covering his face and pretending to ignore his butler. Sometimes you really knew how much of an idiot your brother was, especially since Sebastian saw right through the facade.

“We’ve… never danced before.” The demon butler lowered his head in understanding.

“Oh, I see.” He picked up a cake and began to cut it with a knowing frown adorning his features. “Well, that explains why you’re always such a wallflower at social engagements, and why you, milady, never want to attend them.”

“I have too much work to do, I don’t have time to waste on dancing.”

“And I never go because I just don’t want to. I’m not exactly a social butterfly, so it’s not like I’d ever need dancing.” Sebastian sent a small glare your way before removing the papers from Ciel’s hands and leaning in to his face.

“With all due respect, dancing is a necessary skill for someone of your position,” his eyes flickered to you, “and your stature, to possess in your line of work. Social contracts are important to maintain.” By this point, the sight of that blackberry cake made it hard for Ciel to take him seriously. Honestly, even though he had just sounded so annoyed just two seconds ago, you felt the same. It was an amusing sight. “The world expects a noble gentleman and lady to possess at least rudimentary dance skills. If you turn down too many invitations simply because you cannot dance, your reputation in high society will suffer greatly.” Ciel finally pulled himself together and shooed him away with the flick of his wrist.

“Fine, we’ll do it.”

“Wait, we-?”

“Now stop the lecture.” He took the piece of cake from Sebastian, who stood back up. “Call us in a private tutor or something.”

“Us?”

“Mrs. Bright or Mrs. Rodkin should work well enough.”

“Hold on, I didn’t consent-!” Sebastian ignored you and instead took out his pocket watch.

“We don’t have sufficient time to call in a tutor for you both, my lord. There’s only one option.” The room resounded with a snap of his watch. Sebastian placed his hand on his heart and smiled. “With your permission, I will be your dance instructor.” Your eyes practically bulged out of your sockets and a blush overcame your face.

“What? There is no way we’re dancing with you. Besides the fact that it would be weird as hell, I don’t even think we fit the height requirement for you.”

“Do you even know how to dance?” Ciel asked accusingly, which caused the butler to smile with pride.

“The Viennese Waltz is my specialty. I was a guest at the Schonbrunn palace in Vienna from time to time.” A smile overtook your countenance, momentarily forgetting your dancing predicament.

“Wow, did you really know the Habsburgs?”

“Yes, I was acquainted with Emperor Charles V.”

“That’s so cool.”

“Now then.” The tall male stepped in front of you, and held out his hand. “If you would do me the honor, my lady. May I have this dance?” Your cheeks flushed at the sudden invitation, and you crossed your arms in defiance.

“No way.”

“Perhaps I should remind you of the deal you made? No questions, no complaints, no refusals.”

“…crap.” You groaned, but nonetheless, reluctantly took the demon’s hand. Ciel didn’t have to think too hard to know what had happened.

“Lizzy?”

“Lizzy.” Ciel nodded in understanding, knowing that his butler must’ve agreed to hide you. However, he would have to ask about this ‘deal’s’ conditions; God only knows what you would do to get away from Lizzy. Right now, though, this was just too good to see you so embarrassed, even if his sister was about to dance with his butler. “I’m warning you, you’re going to get your feet stepped on a lot, and not all of it will be on purpose.”

“That is the point of teaching, my lady. Besides, I don’t mind, even if it is on purpose.” More heat rushed to your cheeks, especially when he placed his hand on your waist. “The gentleman will always place his hand firmly on your back, and you will place your hand on his shoulder.” It was a bit of a stretch, quite literally, but you somehow managed to do it.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Don’t be so shy. Now, let the gentleman lead, and you follow.” Sebastian slowly began to move, and you tried to match his movements, watching your feet to make sure you did your best not to step on his. Despite how much you wanted to stomp on him, you figured this would be over the sooner you succeeded. “Look up. Don’t think about stepping on my feet. Just follow the sway of the music.” You begrudgingly complied, and you came face to face with his devilish smile. So far, you had no stumbled too much. “Not bad. You’re a natural at dancing, my lady.”

“Don’t speak too soon- woah!” He caught you off guard by giving you a twirl.

“I believe I haven’t told a lie yet.” You frowned, but continued on until he was done showing you everything. “Now the gentleman bows and the lady curtsies.” He bowed, and his eyes flickered up to yours, waiting. Begrudgingly, you sighed and pretended to curtsy. You would’ve bowed, but your deal prevented you from going against what he wanted. Satisfied, he rose and stepped off to the side.

“Now, for the young master’s turn.” You snickered.

“Ha, now you have to dance with Sebastian.”

“Actually, he will be dancing with you, my lady.”

“What?” Both you and Ciel answered simultaneously. You vehemently shook your head.

“No way.”

“You’re a lady who now knows how to dance, so you’re the ideal practice partner. Unless the young master would prefer me as his partner-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Ciel abruptly stood up from his desk, cheeks flushed bright red, and made his way around to you. “I refuse to take dancing lessons with a man.”

“Come on Ciel, reconsider-”

“Let’s just get this over with.” His hushed voice silenced you. Never had you seen him so embarrassed before in your life, which, if not for the circumstances, you would’ve been laughing at.

“Let’s begin. To lead, you start the first step on your heel. Be sure to keep your hand firmly upon the lady’s back.” Reluctantly, Ciel brought his hand up to the small of your back, and his other held your hand, just as Sebastian had done with you. He could barely look you in the eye as he did so, and neither could you. “When the music starts, lead with the left foot. Now.” Thus he began. Ciel took you step by step, and you followed. Even when he accidentally stepped on your foot, causing his blush to darken.

“Sorry.” He whispered, still taking you through the dance.

“It’s fine.”

“Next, we’ll try a natural turn.” As he commanded, you helped Ciel with the move, which Sebastian had done with you. He was almost overwhelmed, but he managed to compose himself. “Slide your foot forward.” When he tried, he ended up colliding into your leg and fell forward. Right into your chest. Immediately you pushed him off, blushes decorating both your already flustered cheeks. Sebastian glared down at Ciel in a criticizing manner, though his master was too busy being embarrassed to bother noticing. Despite how utterly amusing this scene would normally be, the butler sighed out of frustration. “Your natural ability for dancing isn’t so much lacking as it is nonexistent, my lord. It is a wonder you and the young lady are related-” Ciel sent Sebastian a ferocious glare, all traces of embarrassment vanishing instantly, effectively silencing the butler.

The entire room became engulfed in tense silence, and the playful smirk Sebastian still sported made it even worse. Not once did either party falter in their dispositions. A silent message seemed to be exchanged between the two males, and you stared confusedly between the two, wondering what this was about. On the surface, it appeared Ciel couldn’t handle the insult well, though you had a feeling it was something else. Much darker than mere sensitivity. Eventually, Ciel broke the intense eye contact, and averted his gaze to the window. “Nevertheless, you cannot simply cling for dear life on your dance partner.”

“It’s hard to concentrate when it’s my sister who is my partner.” You ignored the glare he sent Sebastian’s way again as he said your title, and crossed your arms.

“I’m just going to assume that’s not an insult.” The butler approached Ciel’s still raging form and pinched his cheek, raising it up into a forced smile.

“Most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off of your face. The lady will take it as an insult.” You snickered, causing Ciel to glare at you now, before Sebastian pinched the other cheek. “Now, let’s have a smile. Pretend that it’s fun.”

“Let me go!” Ciel smacked his butler’s gloved hands away. The outburst not only startled you, but Sebastian as well.

“Master.”

“Calm down Ciel, he’s just messing around.” Your brother gave no response, instead turning his back on you both.

“I can’t smile.” The sudden serious tone made you freeze. He was gazing down at his hands, so you couldn’t see the way he fiddled with his ring. “I’ve forgotten how.” Briefly, he paused, but you dared not interrupt. “I don’t know how to pretend like I’m having fun. Not anymore.” For a moment, you were totally still, staring at Ciel in shock. He was so vulnerable, so weak. The walls he had built up were beginning to rot, crumbling away, despite in the presence of Sebastian. Perhaps earlier, with the boy, had gotten to him more than you thought. His thoughts must’ve returned back to the fire that took everything way; you could tell it was still burning in his head. It raged in every memory he had of your parents, from the happiest moment to that fateful night. Forever inflamed to curse his conscience for the rest of his life. Just as it did with you.

His thoughts threatened to drown him, drag him back into a dark abyss, one of hatred and self loathing. However, your ringed hand placed itself over his own, bringing him out of that threatening darkness. He looked up into your empathetic (e/c) orbs, shining with a happiness he had been astounded had never disappeared from your childhood. The ring on your own finger, identical to his, meant more than a normal comforting touch. It represented that you had faced the same hardships as he. You had lived through horrors a child never should have, yet you still remembered how to be happy. Unlike him.

“It’s easier to smile than to frown, you know.” As if to prove it to him, you were giving him the gentlest smile you could muster. “Madame Red told me that, and it’s true.” How on earth you didn’t end up like him was astounding, yet a miracle. Only for you, he let his lips twinge up into the slightest smile, one that the untrained eye would never catch. Except for you. Your smile brightened when you noticed his. “C’mon. Let’s make Lizzy happy.”

***

Grell stood in front of the full body mirror set in the midst of the ghastly decorated room, his own wretched reflection greeting him back.

“How… awful!” His eyes lingered on the bunches of sky blue fabric that adorned his dress, then over to the two bows tied in the center, to the choker tied around his neck replacing the noose that had been there earlier, and finally to the pink flowers tied with a sky blue sash in his hair. “This is the most humiliating outfit ever!” Baldroy, dressed in a pink school girl’s outfit, complete with a curly brown haired wig, patted his shoulder knowingly, suffering from the same fate himself.

“Think you’re going to have to make peace with it.” Finny and Tanaka stood behind Baldroy for support, also dressed in nightmarish outfits. The former wore a cat maid’s dress, complete with ears and even a bell, while the latter bore a princess’s outfit. However, this did nothing to help poor Grell’s disgust, once again cringing at his own appearance.

“This dress, it’s atrocious. So white and girly and frilly.” He was nearly in tears as he looked up to the ceiling and clasped his hands together in a dream-like fashion. “If I have to dress up, why can’t it be in a sexy shade of red with a waist line that would flatter my figure?” That was definitely not what they expected. Baldroy was most taken aback, as he gaped at the whining man.

“That’s your problem with it!?”

“I can’t live with a shame as deep as this!” With his dress in his hands, the display as he ran made it like he had wings, flying to the nearest window. Without hesitation, he opened it up and began to climb out. “No! I’d rather die!” The other three did nothing, only watching from afar the dramatic scene unfold. Baldroy had his hand on his hip and Finny had his arms casually behind his head, waiting for the Grell to actually carry through with his self-served death sentence. Realizing that they made no move to stop him, Grell timidly turned around, looking at the servants as if expecting them to do something. “Eh, you… aren’t going to try to stop me this time?” The two males frowned.

Off to the side, Lizzy had taken up use of the mirror Grell had just moments ago, admiring her red dress that Mey-Rin was tending to.

“Blue is definitely Ciel’s color, it would look so good on him. You should see it! Once I found them I got them today in London. They’re great! He’ll look dashing!” Once Mey-Rin finished tying the band around her head, she backed away, allowing Lizzy to turn around and face her. “Now time to get you dressed up. I’ll make you look SO adorable!” She went to reach for Mey-Rin’s glasses, but the servant grabbed them and squealed, running backwards to avoid the lady’s reach.

“I’m really far-sighted! I can’t see anything without me glasses milady!” Lizzy merely rushed back over to her with a bubbly smile.

“You don’t have to see a ball to have fun! Now hand those over silly!” Mey-Rin squealed again as the energetic lady began grab at her glasses. The poor servant’s grip tightened around them as they were attempted to be pulled from her face.

“No, no, no, please!”

“Leave her alone.”

“Yeah, stop bothering the poor girl, Liz.” Both girls immediately stopped before turning their attention to the top of the stairs where those familiar voices came from. Ciel stood at the top, donned in a dashing noble blue suit. Sebastian and you were behind him as his entourage, the former holding his master’s walking stick. With a regality unmatched, Ciel began to descend the stairs, with you and his butler in tow.

“Ciel! You look adorable!” As your brother descended the last step, Lizzy smothered him in a hug and twirled him round and round, earning a low snicker from you. “That outfit is absolutely perfect!” When she brought him back to his feet, she let go of his now dizzy form to gaze at you. “And (Y/n)’s here too!”

“Hey Liz-” You grunted as your cousin pulled you into a bone crushing embrace.

“Oh it’s been so long! I’ve missed you so so much!” She began spinning you around now, and when you passed Ciel and Sebastian, they were both smirking at your discomfort. Unfortunately, you could do nothing about it, but smile at the one who was trapping you.

“I missed you too, Liz.”

“Where have you been all day? I was looking all over for you!”

“Oh, uh, I was planning on surprising you at the ball.”

“But you’re not wearing a dress! I was going to give you to wear. You would’ve looked so pretty!”

“Really? I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You lied through your teeth effortlessly, which only went unnoticed by your naïve cousin. Sebastian glanced down at you and raised a knowing brow, reminding you of his dastardly trick from earlier. You gave a quick glare back before turning back to Lizzy, who was looking dejectedly down at the floor. Before you could try and comfort her, she perked right up, startling you.

“That’s okay! As long as you’re here, we can all still enjoy the ball together.” You mentally sighed, relieved that for once she put the dream of finally putting you in a dress aside. “Come, let’s dance!” She grabbed Ciel’s hands again, about to start the ball, when she happened to peer down at the heirloom ring on his thumb. Her normal cheery countenance dropped into rage as she held up his hand to his face.

“Ciel, why aren’t you wearing the ring I brought you? It matches your clothing perfectly! Now where did it go?” Ciel abruptly turned his head to the side and snatched his hand from her grasp.

“The ring I already have on will work.” Clearly, she didn’t like that response.

“No! I went to so much trouble and that thing isn’t cute at all!” She turned and collapsed onto her knees, bawling her eyes out. The overdramatic display caused Ciel to deadpan. “Why wouldn’t you wear the ring I picked out especially for you! You’re so cruel! I just want everything to be perfect for our lovely…”

“That’s not it. Lizzy, this ring is-” Suddenly, she got a gleam in her eyes.

“Ha! Fooled you!” Ciel didn’t have to react as she jumped to her feet and snatched the ring from him. “It’s mine now!” Furious rage silently boiled within him as he stepped forward.

“Lizzy.” Unfortunately, she missed the threatening tone he spewed and held the ring up to her eye. Recognizing it instantly, as well as the significant importance of that ring and what the consequences may be if anything happened to it, you tried to talk some sense into her.

“Liz, seriously you shouldn’t mess around with it. That ring’s-” But she wouldn’t listen.

“This is far too big, the one I bought will fit perfectly. Just put it on-”

“Give it back!” Nearly everyone went as rigid as a statue at the harsh shout one would never expect to come from Ciel. But none more so than Lizzy. She was completely distraught, and it only increased as he slowly held out his hand, demandingly. “Give me that ring. Now, Elizabeth.” You remained silent, not wishing this time to interfere. It was not your place to work this out between them.

“Why are you so angry? I… just wanted…” When she refused to give him the ring, his blue eye narrowed and his lips curled into a snarl. It terrified your poor cousin, who took a step back out of fear. “What’s wrong? I just wanted to make everything look adorable, that’s all. So why…” She dipped her head, a swirl of emotions going through her head. “Why are you so angry?” Tears of not only sadness, but rage, poured down her cheeks, and she raised her hand. “I hate this ring! Take it!” Time seemed to freeze. From the moment Lizzy threw it to the floor, to the shatter that followed as soon as it made impact, breaking more and more with each bounce, each frame passed by exceedingly slow. It took a moment for the shock to settle in.

Then Ciel lost it.

In a matter of seconds he ran up to his fiancée, who cowered before the sight of his hand was raised, ready to strike her. But the blow never came. Ciel tensed, before looking to see Sebastian, his gloved hand around his wrist, red eyes boring down at him.

“Master.” Hot air tickled his neck as his butler spoke in a low tone, not missing the underlying warning in it. Sebastian wrapped his other arm holding the walking stick around Ciel, his voice now much more chipper. “You forgot the walking stick we went through so much trouble to get.” Your brother barely registered taking the stick, keeping his gaze locked onto his broken ring in a seemingly traumatized state. He was panting, staring at its shattered remains with a far off look, rage still ever present.

Lizzy still trembled in fear, and she looked up to meet your gaze. It held neither sympathy nor apathy, as you too stared at Ciel’s broken ring in thought. Though it wasn’t yours, it was still a precious heirloom, one of the last tangible objects connected to your late parents. But unlike Ciel, you recognized that Lizzy had no idea about its true value to you both; though that still didn’t excuse her brattish behavior. Realizing that she would not receive help, your unfortunate cousin began to cry once more.

Sebastian stepped around Ciel and stood before her. With a smile that appeared caring to the untrained eye, he placed a hand over his heart and spoke in a gentle tone that made Lizzy stop crying.

“Forgive my master Lady Elizabeth, but that ring was something very important to him. It’s a precious heirloom passed down to the head of the Phantomhive family. He’s grown quite attached to it; it’s truly one of a kind.” Lizzy gasped out of shock, finally realizing the true extent of what she had done. “Please try to understand why this upset him.”

“I-It was that important? And I destroyed it?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it reached everyone’s ears. Ciel paid no mind to it, instead picking up the broken ring. He stared at it for a moment, before walking off to the open window, Lizzy following his every movement. “Ciel, please I…!” There was no answer as he stared out at the tranquil woods surrounding the manor. Without a word, he flung the ring straight out the window, earning a collective gasp from the servants as well as yourself. Lizzy instantly ran over to the window as he began to walk away. “Ciel, wait! What are you doing!?” She leaned outside, desperately trying to search for it. He seemed to have thrown his sentiment for it out as well, for he did not share any concern for it anymore, only glancing over his shoulder to look at his distressed fiancée.

“It doesn’t matter. It was nothing but an old ring, after all.” He took a few more steps towards the center of the room. “Even without it…” He halted as he stood in front of everyone, before slamming his walking stick to the ground. “I’m still the head of the Phantomhives, and that won’t change.” It was Sebastian’s turn to be amazed now. His red orbs widened, as a silence overtook the floor. Such inner strength he never thought would be exposed. It made him smirk, and even you smile, though you both had different reasons for such. Lizzy, however, still was upset, and seeing this, Ciel approached her. “How long are you going to cry?”

“I-I’m so sorry.” She sniffled, matching his gaze with her tear filled eyes. The young lord put his top back on and took out a handkerchief, rubbing the tears and the snot away from her face.

“Your face is a mess. Completely unsuitable for a lady.” As she blew into the cloth, he smiled, an actual smile. “How could I possibly ask a lady with a runny nose and puffy eyes to dance?” At this she quieted down and peered up at him with wide surprised green eyes.

“To dance?” Low staccatos suddenly flowed smoothly throughout the room, and the two turned around to the origin of the music. You and Sebastian stood on the railing, Sebastian on the violin, taking the lead with a waltz melody, and you on the viola playing a low harmony to accompany him. The servants stared up at you in amazement.

“They’re incredible!” Mey-Rin praised.

“I knew (N/n) played the viola, but Sebastian plays the violin too! Is there nothing they can’t do?” Grell couldn’t help the growing grin now adorning his features.

“Ah! I’ll join them!” He picked up the ends of his dress and ran over to the base of the stairs, where he began to sing a surprisingly beautiful baritone melody that matched Sebastian’s. Not only were you caught off guard, nearly messing up your notes, but the others were as well.

“What the hell!?” Baldroy yelled. “He can actually sing!?” While Lizzy was paying attention to the music, Ciel held out his hand for her to take.

“So then, we are agreed. We’ll forget our cares and dance the night away. It’s decided.” She couldn’t help the wide smile overcome her face. Gently, she placed her hand in his. The princess was finally getting her dance with her prince charming; it was like a dream come true.

“Yes.” Off they danced to their heart’s content.

Watching from afar, you couldn’t but smile as you continued to play. Ciel actually seemed to be having fun, even if he only was faking it. Seeing him like this brought up memories, ones you had thought were lost long ago, and that you would never see again.

As your part closed, you lowered your bow and your instrument to your side, admiring the couple from above. Until you felt a tap on your foot. You glanced down, only to see Finny, cat suit and all, holding out his hand.

“May I have this dance? That is, if you don’t mind having it with a cat maid.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, embarrassed beyond all belief. You couldn’t imagine having to wear that thing, but all in all, he actually looked pretty cute. You giggled, causing your flustered friend to blush more.

“I’d be flattered, my dear cat sir.” You looked over at Sebastian, silently asking permission to leave your instrumental post. He gave a nod of approval, then proceeded to play your next harmony part along with his melody. You set your viola and bow on the stairs, then hopped down and took your best friend’s hand in your own. Effortlessly, he began to lead you through the dance. His movements were smooth, and not once did he miss the beat, even as you twirled. He didn’t even step on your feet. “Wow, you’re great at this. Where’d you learn to dance, Fin?” He couldn’t hide the blush that rose.

“I haven’t had much practice, but Lady Elizabeth taught me earlier, and the others too. This is actually my first real dance.” He expected you to be unimpressed, disappointed even; he was surprised you actually wanted to dance with him at all. You were a noble, so you must’ve had far more experience and much more talent than he did. But surprise overtook him as he found you laughing. When you finally calmed down, you explained your situation.

“I only learned today too! Sebastian taught me. Ciel too.” He almost stopped dancing, completely caught off guard.

“Wow, even Master Ciel?” You nodded, laughing at his surprised expression. Coupled with the cat outfit, it was almost too much for you. To make it more hilarious, you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Just between you and me, he was definitely not the best student.” This time he laughed along with you. When you both settled down, Finny couldn’t help but notice the blush slowly rising to your cheeks. “This is also my first dance too. Heh, I guess it’ll be pretty memorable, huh?” You held up a piece of his dress to prove your point, making his cheeks redden more. He was about to respond, when something bumped into his leg, startling him. You both stopped moving to look at what the cause was, only to smile down at a familiar… well, almost familiar, face. “Oh, hello Tanaka. Wanna dance with us?”

“Ho ho!” Finny let go of your hand so that he could grab the older butler’s and pull him closer to you both. You grabbed Tanaka’s other hand, and along with Finny, hoisted him into the air. All three of you laughed as you danced round and round, having the best of times, despite the boys dressed in their silly costumes. Occasionally, you switched partners between Finny and Baldroy, who also wanted a dance with you. Everyone was laughing and having fun, enjoying each other’s company.

Like a fairytale, you danced the night away.

***

Crickets chirped in the grass around you as stars twinkled in the night sky. Lizzy’s soft snores joined the symphony of nightly noises, long having fallen asleep from the exciting night. A red blanket covered her unconscious, happy form lying in the carriage.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets home safely. You can count on me.” Grell assured. Doubtful, Baldroy placed his hands on his hips.

“Are you sure?” The clumsy butler smiled confidently and placed his hand over his heart.

“Indeed, I’m more deadly efficient than I appear.” He now approached Sebastian, taking his gloved hand into his own. The demon didn’t appear to enjoy the contact, but bared with it nonetheless. “Thank you so much Sebastian. I’m in your debt; you’ve taught me a lot about what it means to be a butler.” He dreamily closed his eyes and let go of the butler’s hand, who pulled it swiftly back to his side. “They say before someone dies, his life flashes before him. And I know that when I see the light of death, this momentous evening will appear to me in my dying vision.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed and his lips pulled down into an uncharacteristic frown.

“Hm. Interesting that you would say that.” The other servants cringed, remembering the many overdramatic attempts at suicide that the displeasure of dealing with earlier that day.

“That’s true. He hasn’t been very good at dying so far, has he?” Mey-Rin joked. You, on the other hand, had a feeling Sebastian wasn’t referring to the numerous close calls with death. No, it was something else. Something that Sebastian wasn’t telling you, and probably wouldn’t even if you prodded.

“Ho ho ho ho.” It wasn’t long before Grell was off, the neighing of the horses fading the farther they trotted down the lighted path to the main road. Giving your limbs a good pop, you yawned.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m tired. We’re gonna need a lot of sleep after this.” Baldroy yawned too, probably even more exhausted than you from having to deal with Lizzy all day.

“(Y/n)’s right. After this nightmare, I’m ready to hit the hay.”

“I thought the dancing was wonderful, yes I did!” You hummed in agreement, though the memory of all that pink… it still haunted you.

“Except the decorations still hurt my eyes.”

“Well at least you didn’t have to wear some ridiculous outfit.”

“I could’ve hidden you Bard, but you never asked.” The man threw his hands up in exasperation.

“That’s because you were gone before we could!”

“You’ve just gotta be quicker than that. Besides, you boys looked so cute in those outfits. Don’t you agree, Mey-Rin?”

“They were absolutely adorable!” Both boys blushed.

“Like (N/n) said, it was a memorable first dance.”

“That’s the spirit, Fin!” Baldroy crossed his arms.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” He swiftly turned around and began to trudge into the mansion.

“Right behind you big guy.” You caught up to your friend, followed closely by Finny and Mey-Rin. “In the morning, we should burn all the decorations down with your flamethrower, Bard.”

“(Y/n), don’t you dare burn down my mansion.”

“Relax, Ciel. I was thinking we drag everything outside. We’ll have a perfectly good bonfire and everything!”

“The answer is still no.” You smirked.

“But I never asked, did I?”

“(Y/n).”

“Fine, fine. I won’t give you a heart attack this time.” Ciel sighed heavily, rubbing his temples out of frustration as he watched his sister disappear inside the manor. God could you be a pain sometimes.

“I think I’m ready for bed too.”

“Of course, my lord.” Up ahead, though muffled by distance, Finny’s voice cut through the silent night. Whatever he said, it made you laugh, and Ciel twitched in irritation, which Sebastian took notice of with amusement. Mischief twinkled in his red orbs, as an idea formed in his head. “Tonight was a success. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Including Lady (Y/n) and her dance partner.” Ciel’s tired glare shifted dangerously to his butler.

“I noticed. I found it concerning, especially considering how close they’ve become.” His uncovered eye locked with the pair up ahead, narrowing as he watched you converse. “Keep an eye on them from now on.” Sebastian’s smirk widened.

“With pleasure, my lord.”

***

“It’s finally over. What a horrible day it’s been.” Exhaustion was evident in Ciel’s unusually quiet voice.

“So then why aren’t you in your own bed?” You placed your hands on your hips, which was covered by your knee-length white nightgown. Ciel wore his own matching white nightshirt and pants, ready for bed as well. Except he was sitting at the edge of yours. He merely smirked.

“Do you have something against sharing a bed with your brother? I recall doing that many times when we were younger.” Rolling your eyes, you climbed into bed and sat next to him. Though, despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but flash him a smile.

“Yes, but we’ve grown up so much since then, haven’t we. I mean, we learned how to dance today, and you had one with your fiancée.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself there for awhile, my lord.” Sebastian commented as he set down a candelabra on your nightstand. You snickered at the memory of their happy faces.

“Yes, Mr. I forgot how to smile and Mr. throws your important ring out the window. That entire show practically radiated with enjoyment.” Ciel’s gaze lowered to the ground, and he rubbed his thumb that once held his precious heirloom.

“Don’t be so foolish.” Sebastian frowned.

“Are we the fools here?” Ciel refused to respond, too deep in thought. Sensing his own darkness, you grabbed his right hand with your own and smiled, as Sebastian knelt before him and took his other hand with his. “I know the importance of this ring, and yet you put on that act for Lady Elizbeth.” When he took his hands away, the ring that was once smashed out of hatred, was now in one piece, back in its rightful place on its owner’s thumb. Ciel gasped.

“Surprise!” He was absolutely speechless as he stared into your cheery eyes. “I might’ve taken a break to go and retrieve it while Sebastian was performing, but he did all the hard work.”

“If I couldn’t do this much for my master, well, then what kind of a butler would I be?” His then voice lowered to a near whisper. “But you should take care. It is precious, this ring. It has seen so much.” Ciel’s forlorn gaze on his fixed ring made your own eyes lower, and your hand inch towards his, ready to offer comfort.

“That is true. It’s always there.” He gently grabbed your fingers. “These rings have seen the deaths of many masters. Our grandfather. Our father. And eventually these rings will witness our own deaths as well.” He closed his eyes. “It’s heard the dying screams of the Phantomhive family for generation upon generation.” His hands traveled up to the sides of his face, and his voice began to quiver. “I close my eyes, and I hear them too. Voices echoing in my head.” They traveled back down his sides, and up to his knees as he pulled them into his chest. Saddened half blue half covered orbs gazed at the floor. “If I throw the ring away, I won’t have to listen to the screaming anymore. At least that’s what I believed.” He closed his eyes once more, and a small shaken smile tugged at his lips. “Ridiculous, yes?” You couldn’t take it anymore. His body tensed as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“Ciel. If anything, it’s seen more life than death.” His eye widened, staring down at your tired form in utter shock. “These rings have witnessed not only our ancestors’ deaths, but their entire lives, and if I’m not mistaken, their lives lasted much longer than their deaths.” Your tired lids began to close, and a yawn escaped your lips. Still, you were conscious enough to grab onto his ringed hand with your own. “Perhaps you should listen past what you hear as death, and listen for the sound of their life, and how great they lived it, even with all the hardships they faced.” His breath hitched as his entire body was frozen.

In that very moment, the screaming he had heard not moments ago stopped. As if they were but ghosts of a distant memory. And all because of your wisdom that was beyond your years. Just like so many times before, you saved him from the darkness that threatened to pull him deep within its grasp. The corners of his lips twitched up into the smallest smile he could muster. This time, it was genuine. Only for you could he remember to smile like this. Truly, you never did cease to amaze him.

“May I stay here, until you fall asleep?” Half asleep, you chuckled.

“Showing weakness? In front of Sebastian, no less?” You could feel him tense under your head, and for a moment, he said nothing. Until he relaxed some.

“Just a simple request. Don’t read into it.” Yawning, you gave your answer with a smile.

“Of course, brother. You can stay.” As Ciel ran a hand through your (h/c) locks, your eyes tightly shut. But you didn’t fall asleep. Instead, you remained awake to enjoy the tender moment that didn’t come too much anymore. In your soothing comfort, you couldn’t help but speak your mind. “You shouldn’t be so afraid to show weakness, despite your circumstances.” Your voice was but a whisper, yet it reached Ciel’s ears like the loudest sigh. “We all have weaknesses, even me. It’s what makes us human. You can’t avoid it, brother, no matter how hard you try. It’s not worth it, trying to hide it. Even Sebastian has a weakness, though if we searched our entire lives we would never be able to figure it out. Not like it matters anyway. Still, don’t be afraid of weakness. Being scared is natural; it’s nothing to be ashamed about because we all have it.” Nestling further into his shoulder, you began to drift off. “Goodnight, Ciel.” As he felt you succumb to slumber, a content feeling washed over him. He brushed some stray strands of hair out of your face, admiring the peace he himself could never achieve.

“Idiot. You’re my weakness.” Every word you had spoken, he had taken to heart. Wounds that had been there for a long time, finally felt like they were starting to be healed. But not all of them. He touched his forehead to yours. “As long as I’m alive and head of the Phantomhives, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He gripped your ringed hand tighter, careful not to disturb you. “I promise.”

Sebastian smirked at the affectionate display. It had certainly been a long day for everyone, and his master had again and again reaffirmed his strength. His assertion of his title earlier, and now his possessive claim over his sister. Normally, such a weakness would make the demon sever the contract, but the pure determination to protect his sister fueled his corrupted soul as much as his thirst for revenge. It was invigorating to say the least, and it fueled Sebastian’s own desire to satiate his starvation. He had to stop the chuckle that nearly bubbled in his throat. Instead, his crimson orbs flickered to the window, staring up at the nightly sky.

“My, how high the moon has risen. You must get some rest, then. Don’t want to make yourself ill, do you?” Ciel refused to make eye contact as he twirled a piece of your hair between his fingers, before letting it fall back against your head.

“Yes. Let’s leave then.” Gently, he laid you down on your side, making sure your head rested on your pillow. He hopped down off the bed as quietly as he could, taking extra care not to wake you, before pulling the blankets over your unconscious body.

Sebastian’s gaze once more landed on your form, as he watched his master’s delicate care. Such a small little creature; it was surprising that such a little thing possessed so much wisdom, so much insight on the world. Your very life was well understood by you, and as you said, you were only human; even your faults you recognized quite well, and unlike most of your species, you weren’t afraid to admit them. In fact, you embraced them. You had even seen some truth with his own existence, though you didn’t voice this to taunt him. You were merely stating a fact, one that almost all humans failed to see. How you, a child, possessed such philosophical intuition was beyond him. Perhaps that was why he liked you so much. Your comprehension of the world was intriguing, aligning to his own and yet not at the same time. It allowed to think, say, and do things most mortals could not achieve. Heedless to say, you never failed to bring entertainment when he was around you. Even now, as you were fast asleep, he couldn’t help but be fascinated by all the potential you held within. He was so distracted, he nearly missed the command of his master. “Come, Sebastian.”

“Yes, my lord.” He watched as Ciel turned on his heel, before grabbing the candelabra he had set down earlier and following after his lord. But he couldn’t help but gaze back at you and admire your sleeping form.

Oh, what would he do without you when the contract was over. Indeed… what would he do? Again, he had to stop the chuckle that nearly escaped his throat, as he watched your chest rise and fall at a steady pace. So at peace, so at ease. Adorable. It was almost hard to look away as he followed his master to the door.

Both Ciel and Sebastian looked back at the sleeping girl, who incited different emotions within each. Your brother eventually forced himself to walk out into the hallway, but Sebastian remained. He was about to follow Ciel, but he glanced over his shoulder once more, his red orbs locked onto your form. For a split second, a flash of fuchsia shone against the darkness of the night, a predatory gleam blazing within. The demon’s smirk widened.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.”

***

Footsteps echoed throughout the otherwise quiet halls of the mansion. The flames from the candelabra guiding their way through the darkness, as master and servant walk side by side. Tense silence encompassed the halls, almost deathly so, as neither male spoke. That is, until Ciel’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

“About earlier, in my study.” Sebastian raised his brow at his young master, who glared up at him, fury dancing in his eye. “You know my orders. That little comment nearly gave it all away. Everything could’ve been ruined; she could’ve figured it out!” Sebastian merely smirked at the angry outburst, and placed his hand atop his chest.

“I apologize, sire. It was not my intention to purposefully reveal anything to her.” Ciel scoffed, knowing full well his butler was lying, though he didn’t indicate it out loud.

“Right now, she believes we are of the same blood. Damn well make sure it stays that way.” He broke eye contact, averting his gaze to the darkness ahead. “You know as well as I how intelligent she is. One slip-up, and she could put the pieces together in a heartbeat, and if that ever happens…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. No emotions displayed in his uncovered eye as Sebastian gazed down at his master.

“Yes, my lord.” Hopefully, it never would happen. As long as Ciel lived, at least. Your wisdom from earlier demonstrated your capabilities. Truly, you were his omnipotent sister. And that’s what scared Ciel the most.

“She must never know.”

(A/N: Yay next one’s done! Wew this was a long process. Forgot almost everything after school took over my life months ago, so yeah. But, hopefully anyway, it worked out. Anyways, thank you guys for showing your support in the comments. I love reading them and how much you care about the story. I also really love the theories. It makes my day to know there are theorists for my stories out there, making theories that I actually have all the answers for… but I can’t tell you yet, that would spoil everything 😉 . You already caught a glimpse of the adopted situation, but that surface is only scratched. I have a plan for it. Also, yes, there will be much dressing in the Jack the Ripper case 😉 . Hope you guys enjoyed, it gets spicier next time. So, I’ll see y’all laters! ^_~)