Kuroshitsuji-In High School

Monster's First Kiss Part III

((A/N: I just find this picture to be extremely kawaii. So...don't mind the irrelevance.....^_^/))

I was sitting in class, like usual. Listening to the educational lectures of Mr. Michaelis. The day was almost over.

Ever since I was kidnapped, something has seemed off. About this school, about this building, about this whole world.

My memories only date back to the beginning of the year, when I first arrived. I don't remember much beyond small memories of childhood but even then they don't seem real.

Why haven't I noticed before?

I guess I was so wrapped up in the recent events.

What if I am in the Matrix?

That would be so weird! Also...kind of cool.

The bell rang and everyone started packing up their things.

The hallways were unusually crowded as the people attempted to rush out. I managed to get to the stairs when someone nudged me and I slipped falling down and hitting my head.

Fellow students trampled on me, not caring at all that I had just hurt myself. I was passed out, so I didn't even notice this sad fact.

...

I'm standing.

In a room, no a kitchen wearing a Victorian era dress.

Where is this? Whose kitchen is this? Why am I making tea?

The scene changes and I walk into a room that looks like an office, but Ciel is on the ground and blood is around him.

Was he stabbed? There is a knife...

What happened?

This reminds me of that other dream where it seemed like I stabbed him...I guess now I know I didn't.

I went to the knife first, then to Ciel to patch him up.

This is terrible...

Who did this?

...

When I finally regained consciousness I was in excruciating pain and Ciel was standing over me.

My head hurt so much.

I looked around and it seemed I was in the nurse's office.

How did I get here? Wasn't I tending to Ciel's wound?

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Of course I'm okay! I was trampled on by a bunch of mean high-schoolers and I'm just dandy!

No. I am not okay. I am in pain, and I can't even tell the difference between reality and a dream anymore.

Why aren't you having this problem? Surely I can't be the only one that recognizes the fact this world seems increasingly fake by the second.

Oh! I've got an idea! The perfect way to test if this is reality!

If my dream was real, Ciel should have a stab wound or at least, a scar or something. If he doesn't then I don't have to investigate any further into the reality or not reality.

"Ciel...this is going to be really weird but could you take off your shirt?"

He blushed at the question.

"W-what?!!! Are you in your right mind?! I knew I should have just left you there on the stairs!"

"I promise it's for a good cause!"