The Duchess: Kuroshitsuji FanFic.

13- Confessions and Cooking.

Ciel and Lizzie sat at a table waiting for their aunt to come back.

Angelina had taken them to a ball Lord God-knows-who was hosting. The minute they arrived she had wandered off with Lau and some other nobles who she seemed to know.

Ciel sighed, bored as ever. He looked over at Lizzie. As pretty as she looked in her ruffled pink dress, the girl seemed...off. Worried, shocked, he couldn't exactly describe what had gotten into her. He thought it was just lack of sleep and brushed it off.

"Lizzie, I'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" Ciel asked.

Lizzie was caught a bit off guard by the question but replied with a simple nod.

Ciel stood up from the small table and left to look for the drinks.

Leaving Lizzie alone...

Ciel was right when he thought she was a bit off, she was a bit perturbed by what she'd seen back down in the basement.

...Should I tell him?

The question had popped up in her head earlier that evening. She felt she was bound to tell him, even thought she'd promised Grell that she wouldn't tell anyone.

But she had to tell him.

It was his basement after all. And Amelia was living within his manor.

He had every right to know.

If Grell asked then she would just say that she'd cracked under the pressure.

Which wasn't actually a lie.

***

"Sebastian, is everything okay back there...?" Amelia asked.

As soon as Ciel had left, he'd told her to wait outside the kitchen for a couple of minutes while he cleaned up.

"Yes! Everything's fine!" He replied through the door.

Amelia only sighed in reply, Darjeeling had wandered off a while ago so she had no one to talk to -yes, she does talk to cats-.

Ready?!

"For what?"

Your date~

"Shut up, it's not a date..."

"Miss Amelia, who are you talking to?" Sebastian stood behind her.

She turned around to find Sebastian leaning against the frame of the door.

Amelia scoffed. "No one. Is the kitchen clean now?"

Sebastian, socked a bit by her attitude, only nodded and led her into the kitchen.

The kitchen now looked like new. Every bit of evidence of an explosion had dissapeared. Sebastian had cleanned the counter and had laid out varous bowls and cooking utensiles.

Amelia walked over to the counter and noticed two aprons. One larger that the other, she grabbed the smaller one and tied it around her slender waist.

"What are we cooking?" She asked.

Sebastian walked over to her and reached his hand around her waist.

Amelia went stiff for a moment before she realized that he was only reaching out for the other apron, although she though that maybe he'd done that on purpose...

"I decided on making something light, fresh and sweet, so we're making fresh dinner rolls with sweet cream butter." He smiled slightly.

She clapped together her hands "Okay, lets get started!"