Ciel's Sister Celeste

Chapter 2: A New Home

Majorly edited!!

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The next time Celeste awoke, her room was dark, though there was a little light coming in through the window behind the bed she was in. She was still in a lot of pain, but it was less than before. The boy was also in her room again, sitting at a desk next to the bed and frowning at a piece of paper in his hand.

"H-hi." She said, trying to be louder than before. Unfortunately, she only made it to just above a whisper.

The boy quickly turned his head towards her. "Ah, I see you are awake again. Feeling any better?"

Celeste grimaced. "A little? Not much though."

The boy sighed, "You will probably be in pain for the next few months. The damage was quite severe, and you lost a lot of blood so your recovery will take a while yet."

Celeste heard a knob turning and looked towards the door, watching warily as the silver haired man entered, this time with a bowl of something. "Heard you talking, uhueehue. Figured the little lady was awake again." He walked over and set the bowl on the desk before turning towards Celeste. "I'm going to have to sit you up so you can eat, it is going to hurt but bear with me please."

Celeste frowned but nodded, and both the silver haired man and the boy sat her up in the bed, using the pillows to prop her up. She whimpered and cried out the whole time, and even when they were done her stomach was still twinging.

"There we go, all done. We'll wait a while before you eat, don't want to aggravate your abdomen too much." The boy said, sitting down at the desk again.

The silver haired man chuckled and sat on the frame of the bed, "I would recommend that yes. She would probably just end up vomiting."

Now that she had a better angle, Celeste took a moment to look around the room. It was rather small; with the desk the boy was sitting at and the bed she was laying in barely fitting in the room. Although, now that she was looking closer... "What am I laying in? It looks like the thing that one of the punishers was carried out in when one of us attacked.... Him..." Celeste began to whimper again. "The lid isn't going to be closed on this with me in it is it?" That had been the punishment for everyone when that had happened. Celeste began shaking. "Did one of us kill a punisher again? I'm sorry!"

"Woah, calm down!" The boy said, grabbing Celeste's shoulders and gently pulling her in for a hug when she started crying. "I promise, we won't close the lid. The lid to the coffin is not even in here. You're not with the cult anymore, it's safe."

"Wha... What is a cult? And... and how do I know it is safe?" Celeste said between sobs and gasps for breath as her stomach twinged. "This could be another punishment for trying to kick the man who..."

"It's not, I promise," The boy whispered, "a cult is a group of people who do bad things. We are not a part of that group and you will never have to see them again. Okay?"

The boy pulled away as the silver haired man ruffled her hair and grinned at her. "You are not in danger here. So, what is your name little miss?"

Celeste blinked up at him, surprised. "It... My name is Celeste. What... What is yours?"

The sliver haired man stood up and made a bow, his ridiculously tall hat somehow staying on his head. "I am called the Undertaker uhuehe. You are currently situated in one of the spare bedrooms above my shop."

Celeste giggled and turned to look at the boy. "And... And yours?"

The boy gave her a hesitant smile, before standing up and doing a mock bow of his own. "My name is... um... Haru. I was the one who rescued you and brought you here. I am only glad Undertaker here has some medical experience. We might not have properly met otherwise."