Ciel Phantomhive x Reader: Denying the truth That Dwells Within

Chapter 2: Theivery of the Hierarchy

The last time I had seen this painting was when I was a very young child. I never really looked at it thoughtfully or gave it much of my attention until this moment. The family looked so different from the mundane majority of the upper class. They all looked lovely, lively, young, elated & elegant ALL at once. How could a simple artist capture such strong items that emoted from such a family? I was quite impressed at re very least. But there was something about the child. Something eerie & fascinating yet calming. His eyes seemed to reflect millions of emotions in a single glint. Giving the time this was painted, the child should be around 13 now, the age at which he runs the estate. My heart fell heavy. Such a wonderful looking family had to be devastatingly taken away by the cold grasps of death. At least this child remained alive. Though I have no relation, connection nor knowledge of this family, my heart fell anyway. I was comforted knowing that such a kind family existed. My nimble fingers traced the light frame surrounding the oil painting, tracing the intricate work of a skilled woodsman. I admired the effort & work it must've taken to compete such a unique & aloof piece. I felt a wave of materialistic feelings wash over me. Materialism was always a thing I had associated myself with, but this string wave only made me nostalgic. I wish I could meet the child, see who he has become & see how he is doing. With such a heavy last, I can only ponder how such a young man can carry such a burden. He must a bulwark of emotional stability. What an admirable young man. I smiled lightly, leaving my place in the floor. It was about time to fetch my family's daily burglary. Though I usually raided the bakery around Westend Street, the only option today was a more risky street run by powerful authorities. Unfortunately, my family possessed extremely skillful tactics to hide the criminal record they possess that allows the money they steal to go in their wallets undetected. Hopefully one day, I will get caught & taken away from these people or away from this world. Either was fine. I just wanted a way out. As I thought of my analytic path I would take, I burst through the door decorated with a gossamer of lace. I dashed. I dodged. Agility in my lasting favor, stamina remaining in my hearth of motivation, I finally arrived upon a weakly secured jewelry shop. The only downside was the bell attached to the top hinges of the door. If I were to enter, I would be noticed immediately & thrown out due to my obvious poverty endorsed clothing. My option would be the ventilation ways. It was only spring so no temperature could harm me this season. More severe seasons were my mortal enemy when it came to ventilation crossing. It was either unbearably hot or unbearably cold. Spring or fall was just perfect. Etching up the brick ladder, I popped the filter off the chimney & quietly skritted my way to the boiler room where I knew the money chest was securely stored. The boiler room was secured with a lock & key, a solution I could solve quickly & efficiently. I picked the lock effortlessly with my steel pin, ever so softly twisting the knob to unveil a plethora of chests. Most filled with jewelry yet to be stocked & sole cheats filled with change for the cashier. That was my target. I licked my lips in anticipation & anxiously flipped the chest open to reveal a average size of pounds to retrieve & drop off at home. I quickly slid the stacks into my jacket pocket, careful to secure & conceal it before closing the chest & making my way back to the ventilation shaft. As i did so, I heard soft footsteps falling beyond the closed door. Good thing I had remembered to lock it & leave a few pound left to cover my tracks. I dashed up the shaft, quietly as possible, careful to make sure the fabric of my dress wasn't caught in the shaft door. The door jiggled as the person beyond it unlocked it & surveyed the area. Clasping my dress in anxiety, the man then turned back, checking the chest I had raised. The man scratched his chin & let out a soft noise of thinking. I felt my heartbeat race to my throat. He slowly & carefully counted the stacks, shaking his head when he had realized there were fewer pounds than he had expected. Then, the worst & best moment of my life began in those few next seconds as the man gasped loudly & hollered "Theif! Theif! We've been raided! In the shafts!" The man had found me. He ripped the shaft doors off to reveal my tattered, heart racing self. My life altered those next few seconds. Oh, what to come next, I wondered? Death penalty? Abuse? Who knew? Who would know?....