Dear Ciel

Chapter eleven;

 ''We have made it to the manor, My Lord.'' William inquires.

         I fell asleep when the sun was still out, showing by the darkness of the sky, it must be around dinner time. I hear the slight rumbles my stomach gives off.

 ''Dinner will be prepared, once we are settled in.'' 

        I jump out of the carriage and extend my hand for Ciel. He hesitates to take my hand at first but, does anyway. I watch him as his eyes widen at the sight of the manor before him. I noticed that Madam Red had a rather small manor, compared to other nobles. 

 ''William, Ciel and I will be heading into the manor. I will see you then.'' I say to William, who is getting out belongings.

        I walk ahead of Ciel and welcome him into his new manor. I can already hear the servants making their way to the front door. 

 ''Master Sebastian!" I hear Elizabeth and Grell yell.

''Hello guys, I'd like you to meet Ciel. He will be living with us from now on. I want you to welcome him.''

 ''Hello Ciel! Aren't you absolutely adorable, I was expecting you not to be a man but, you're just too adorable!'' Elizabeth squeals.

 ''I was expecting a beauty, not a brat.'' Grell scuffs.

 ''I was expecting servants, not swines.'' Ciel says under his breath.

        I need to stop this before it goes any further.

 ''Ciel and I will be upstairs. Excuse us.'' I say.

        I walk Ciel up the grand stairs to show him where he will be saying. I wish I knew too, I didn't think about it. Does he stay in my room or does he need a separate room? 

        I walk him through many rooms such as, my study, the drawing room, the library, the restrooms. I then show him my room,uneasily. 

 ''And, this is my room.'' 

 ''This is where I will be sleeping?''

 ''I mean-''

 ''I know you didn't give it a second thought, your room is fine for now.''

        He can see right through me. I can't hide anything from him. 

 ''Master, dinner is prepared. Come down whenever you are ready.''I hear William say, as he is walking away.

 ''Are you hungry?'' I ask.

 ''Very.'' Ciel replies.

        I lead us down the stairs and down the halls into the dining room. The dining room is plastered with golden wallpaper and red velvet carpeting. An elephantine chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The dining table is covered by white cloth. 

        I walk Ciel to his seat and pull out his chair for him. I walk over to my seat, which happens to be fairly far away from Ciel's. 

         I watch as our meal is served to us. Cooked lamb, smoked vegetables, and cubed potatoes. I stare at Ciel as his face makes various faces each time he takes a bite. It may take awhile for him to get used to the meals here. William doesn't burn his meals, unlike a certain chef. 

        Once the meal is over, I show Ciel the bathroom. I imagine he needs to bathe after four days. It took us twenty minutes alone, to find where William put his cloths. 

        

        As he takes his bathe, and I dress myself in nightwear, I let my mind wonder for the time being. I wonder if Ciel is truly enjoying himself here. I know I can be irritating at times and I'm irresponsible, that may bother him. He lacks the expression of emotions so, it is hard to tell what he is thinking. I can never tell what goes on in that head, I wish I knew.

        I wish he would talk to me normally, as he did with his fellow servants. There seems to be a brick wall between us and no matter how hard I try to knock it down, he manages to keep it in tack. It troubles me dearly. 

        In his letters, he was open about almost everything but, now he seems almost unspeakable. I would discuss the matter with him but, I don't want to pry the issue and anger him. I am sure he will come around eventually. It is only a matter of time. 

        I hear the door open, I turn over to see a damp Ciel. The way his hair drips and his skin looks wet is very alluring. As odd as it may seem, I'm almost aroused by such a simple thing. 

        He throws his cloths in the hamper near the door and walks his way into the bed, not making any sort of eye contact. He hasn't taken off his eye patch yet. Does he sleep with it on?

"I want to thank you for letting me stay here. I apologize for any burden I may or have caused" He says, almost in a whisper.
"Oh, no need to thank me. You're not a burden at all. If anything, it's the exact opposite."

"Oh."

"Ciel. I didn't want to ask you but, is there a specific reason you're so reserved?"

"Possibly."

"Can I know?"

"I don't see the harm. I just don't let people in, I'd rather be alone. It was what I born for, to be alone. If you let people in, those people can fade away. My social skills are slim and I lost knowledge of how to properly speak to others. I don't mean to come off as I don't enjoy your company, I just don't know how to show it."

"Don't apologize. You can't help it. I understand. I hope one day I can have you speak to me as you did in our letters. But, if that never comes, I'm still happy we met."

"I hope to open up to you. Just not now. It may take awhile. Please wait."

"I'll wait forever if I had to."

"Good."

He fell asleep after those words. I watched him for awhile, until I noticed how indecent it must be. I change my focus on the conversation. He said sorry. He said he doesn't dislike me. He said he will eventually open up to me. I never knew those words would escape his lips so quickly.

I never knew he had such a fear of letting people in, it may be because of his parents. I know he will never dare so though. I won't force him into saying anything he doesn't desire to say. I will respect him. If only I knew exactly what happen the day his parents were killed, I feel as if he may be hiding something. 

        He is carrying a burned on his shoulders that weigh him down. I can see every inch of pure pain his eye and it breaks me. I don't know how to make him beatific but, I will one day. I know one day, I will erase the pain from his eye and help him carry the burden with him.