The Dog's Kitten

3. Roomies

I take it back, rooming with Ciel is the most awkward thing in the world. He literally just sits there staring at me or reading, which can be pretty unsettling at times, because his stare is pretty noticeable and it's creepy. Luckily, I've managed to get changed whenever he's sleeping or out of the tent doing who knows what, I honestly don't think I want to know.

I was actually surprised to find that he can dress and tuck himself in bed without Sebastian's help, granted he doesn't know how to tie his shoes, which he 'ordered' me to do, I laughed for a good ten minutes before actually tying his shoes, which only pissed him off, but right now I find no amusement in this because he's staring at me, again. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

He looks me in the eyes, seriously, "Why do you where clothes made for the cold when it's incredibly hot outside?"

I sweat drop, "Uh, well, that's kind of personal."

Ciel looks at me sharply, "We are going to be spending a lot of time together, even after this case are we not?"

I sigh tiredly, "Yes, your point is?"

"We should get to know more about each other, I want to know more about who I am employing in my household."

I roll my eyes, "Everyone has their secrets Ciel, and this is mine."

Ciel growls angrily, "You know of Sebastian do you not?"

I face palm, "Yes."

"Then I deserve to know this yes?"

I pale, knowing I'm losing this fight, I swallow thickly and answer in a very small voice, "Yes."

He looks at me in triumph, "Well?"

I glare and stand up, he regards me cautiously, I turn around so my back is facing him, as I don't want to see his face, and slowly and lift my shirt so it's just above my shoulder blades. It's quiet and I have my eyes shut tightly, I wait for him to say something and nearly jump out of my skin when I feel him tracing the tattoo forever imprinted on my skin, "What does it mean?" He continues tracing the inked lines and his voice is soft and curious.

"Mark autem odio."

"Mark of hatred?"

I nod, "Yes, a man I didn't know had kidnapped me off the street and did it, I'm not sure why, and how, I never woke up the whole time being there, I don't even remember his face or where he did it. The reason I have white hair is because of something he did, and I'm very confused, I've also found that I can heal people."

I hear him sigh, and he pushed my shirt up even farther, and traces the lines between my shoulder blades, "How do you know that's what these markings mean?"

I shiver at his touch, "I was about 6 at the time, and I had literally rags, I only had pants, and people could easily see me and I always heard the elders whispering it in disgust and fear, and I still don't understand why."

He stops tracing my back and simply leaves his finger on my spine where the words are beautifully splayed on my back. "I wonder why all this extra designs are on your back, why didn't he just leave it at the words?" He asks the last part more to himself.

He pulls my shirt down and turns me towards him, "Thank you for telling me," he smirks, "Seems like we'll have another riddle solve."