And Through the Glass the Rabbit did Go

Chapter I; Park of Green and Blue

A/N: added that Banana Fish OST as a background song for this chapter, listening to it may enhance your experience, but of course it's optional.

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Sat upon the grassy hill atop his garden, surrounded by beautiful light purple lilacs and larkspurs, Ciel scribbled down his thoughts in a little leather-bound journal. The English spring weather had been kind to Ciel's garden this past week, allowing his flowers to bloom better than ever, Sebastian had suggested that he sit outside more often, Ciel isn't entirely sure why he listened, though. Maybe it could be because of the blond boy running towards him, up the hill, and past the white roses,
"Young Master! Young Master, you must come and see! I planted those saplings, and I didn't even snap a branch!" Finnian, a boy only two years older than Ciel himself, rushed to the Earl, a bright grin on his sparsely freckled face,
"You'll be quite impressed, I assure you! Come on!" He held out his hand to the younger Earl, who took it and pulled himself up,
"It better, because I was just in the middle of writing." Ciel's voice tried to have a threatening tone to it, but it was difficult to threaten Finnian, as it seemed that his optimism was a contagious affliction.

Finnian dragged Ciel down the hill, passed the lilies and the roses, the peonies and the sweet peas, all the way to the other side of the garden, the orchard. There, stood a few sparse young apple trees, and in the front, little saplings, with not a single branch snapped or a single leaf torn. Ciel kneeled to evaluate the saplings, his thumb pressed to his chin, his sapphire heirloom sparkling in the early morning sun,
"It looks good, nice work, Finnian." Ciel stood up straight, patting Finnian on the shoulder, then promptly turned his heel and began walking back towards the hill, gardener in tow,
"What should I do next?" Finnish asked eagerly, his emerald eyes peering into Ciel's cobalt-colored ones,
"Go assist Sebastian in the main hall, surely he'll need help scrubbing those floors." Ciel kept his gaze forward, not daring to look Finnian in the eye, his hands behind his back in a formal manner,
"Right away, Young Master." Finnian gave Ciel one final grin before sprinting off into the manor, his feet barely hitting the ground.

Once Ciel arrived back at the hill, he sat back down amongst the lilacs and larkspurs, a dusting of pink present on his face, surely from the long walk..
Surely that was it..