A Blind Seer

Chapter 3

Apparently Lizzie had broken Ciel's ring, an heirloom passed down to each head of the house. I only learn it because I watch Mey-Rin's memories of the day as she guides me down the hall to where the servants are to eat lunch. The smell wafts through the halls, already having me intoxicated. All I ever got when I was with the mafia was just enough to keep me alive. It was usually junk leftover from their meals that they themselves refused to eat.

Mey-Rin opens the door for me and guides me to a seat, cautious to not mess up. When it comes to tasks like guiding people, her clumsiness seems to melt away.

Of course, she makes up for it by breaking a plate just as she turns around. Mey-Rin shrieks, "Se-Sebastian-san! You can't just sneak up on people like that..." Mey-Rin exclaims, muttering the last part to herself. I hear a plate gently being placed down in front of me, the smell making my mouth water. Sebastian recites what the dish is, my mind elsewhere.

How... How am I supposed to eat this?

I pat the edge of the table, snaking my hand around the handle of what I identify to be a fork.

Wait, what did he say this was again? I can't exactly recall... for all I know I'm about to try and eat soup with a fork.

I shrug off the thought and feel for the edge plate with my other hand, getting some spacial reasoning of the area. I carefully poke my fork into the food and lift it to my mouth.

Oh.

It's... if I recall correctly, it's chicken. But there's more than just that on my plate, I just don't know what it is yet. I lightly graze my fork against the plate, using it to feel the food rather than digging my hands into my food (which would be much easier, but I'd rather not invoke the wrath of Sebastian). My fork then lands on something mushy, digging into it, I bring it to my mouth.

It's good.

That's the only commentary I can provide. I continue eating, wiping my mouth clean with my napkin whenever I mistake where my mouth may be. I do so until my plate, from my understanding, is empty. However, I still feel hungry, my malnutrition finally catching up to me.

"Is there anyway I could have more?" I request, my question directed at no one in particular. "Its unladylike to ask for seconds." Sebastian pipes up. "It's also unladylike to wear pants, walk around barefoot, curse, and sleep through most of the day. Yet here we are." I retort, growling in Sebastian's directly. "Well, if you insist." Sebastian agrees, a small evil smile all too present in his tone. More food is placed on my plate and I bow my head in thanks, eating the rest. Luckily Sebastian didn't seem to pull anything with my seconds, at least nothing I know of.

I grab my cane which was leaning against my seat and use it to guide myself back to my room.

I hear crashing, then someone shouting about how they must atone for the mistake with death. I find myself curious, so I lead myself to the room. From what I can tell, it's another bedroom.

"Hello?" I call out softly. "Oh my, I'm such a burden! But Sebastian-san said killing myself inside would only cause a mess..." The feminine voice grumbles. The voice gave nothing away about their gender, so I simply go with my first instinct. "Excuse me ma'am, but who are you?" I question.

I had seen someone else in Mey-Rin's memories today... What was their name again..?

The person freezes and I can feel their gaze burning into my face. "I'm sorry, I'm not very well with names."

At least not names that haven't been burned into my mind by other's memories.

"Grell... My name is Grell." Grell clarifies, her voice faltering slightly. I brush my cane is front of me, walking over to Grell whom sits on the ground. I feel her face, her features soft but feeling somewhat masculine. My face crinkles and I run my thumbs over her eyes.

Grell Sutcliff... Oh. Committed suicide an undisclosed amount of years ago due to abuse and an uncooperative body. A Grim Reaper, appears to also be Bisexual. Madam Red... Isn't she Ciel's aunt? She's a serial killer, Grell's helping her.. Damn, I liked Madam Red too. She seemed so sweet.

I pull my hands away from Grell's eyes and offer her a smile, "Do pardon my intrusion, ma'am. Would you prefer if I used male pronouns in front of others?" I inquire, rising to my feet. Grell hesitates. "Grell, I'm a Seer. I already know." I tell her, hearing her shuffle to her feet. I offer her a hug, wrapping my arms around her torso. She tenses under my touch. "People falter when it comes to human emotions because that's how humans are wired, if not, emotions would hold no pretense in any context. It's just how people work, you don't have to understand it, you just have to accept it." I explicate, pulling away from the hug and leaving Grell behind.

Perhaps that will help with something.

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"Sebastian." I call into the hall. "Yes, Miss Aylin?" Sebastian questions in response. "I need to speak with Lord Phantomhive." I state. "I'm afraid he's currently having his afternoon tea." Sebastian apologizes, his tone insincere. I scowl.

I reach my hand out and grab his hands, taking his gloves off and place my thumbs on his palms.

"See, Sebastian, Seers also have the ability to force other to relive their own memories. And despite your protection over your old memories..." I begin to trail off, easily breaking through the barriers he had placed. "I can still find them." I threaten.

A woman. Her face is difficult to make out, her name also fuzzy.

I force Sebastian to see the memories. I release Sebastian's mind, able to tell he's angry. "I understand this is but a small quarrel, though I felt you needed to know for future reference." I disclose. "Now, this time I'll come across a bit more clear: Take me to Ciel, now." I demand. I hear fabric shuffling, probably Sebastian putting his gloves back on. "This way." Sebastian says, taking my hand as I tuck my cane under my arm. Sebastian leads me down the hall, picking me up bridal style when we reach the steps that lead to the second floor. He sets me down once we reach the top of the steps and continues to guide me down the hall, to Ciel's office.