Lost Soul

Complications

"Why does everyone call Sebastian a demon?" Sighing, Ash runs hand through his white hair.

"Wait, who's 'everyone'? Who else has been calling Sebastian a demon?" He asks, becoming curious.

"William Spears. He brought me to Undertaker when I was helping with the Jack the Ripper case. But you still haven't answered my question." Celine almost whines. She's grinning, so Ash know she's playing around.

"I'll tell you when the time is right."

They rode the rest of the way back to the manor in silence. The carriage stops abruptly, throwing Celine from her seat into Ash. Her face becomes bright red, she stands up quickly, and hits her head on the ceiling of the carriage, making her blush even more.

Chuckling, Ash opens the door and gets out. He holds out his hand, and Celine grabs it to steady herself. Still a bright red, Celine hides behind her hair.

Ash leads her inside, up to her room.

"You should rest, you've been through a lot today." Ash quickly changes Celine into a white night gown. She climbs into bed, and falls asleep, her pale hair fanning out like a halo around her head. Celine's window is open, with the gold curtains fluttering in the breeze. Ash shuts the door quietly behind him, not wanting to wake her up.

-The next day-

Ash walks into Celine's room, and pulls the curtains back.

"Celine. It's time to wake up."

She grumbles, but sits up anyways.

"Today you and Lord Phantomhive will be going to Houndsworth to try and get the land for your mothers resort. And for tea you have a spicy chai with honey. Your arm is ready to be taken out of the sling."

"Finally!" Celine shakes her fists in triumph. Ash hands her the teacup, and pulls out an emerald green dress with a black lace overlay.

"Stand up, and put your arms above your head." She obliges, and he slips the dress over her head. While Ash ties the back, Celine hums absentmindedly.

"Sit on the edge so I can put on your socks and shoes." She had grey thigh high socks and black shoes.

"How long are we going to be in Houndsworth?"

"My, trying to back out already, are you?" Ash chuckles, ignoring the playful scowl on her face.

"No. I just wanted to know." Celine says, feigning hurt. She laughs, and gets up.

"Well, come on then!" And proceeds to run out the door. Hearing her giggles echoing from the hallway, Ash heads in that direction. He sees that Celine is hiding behind a suit of armour.

Walking softly, he grabs her by the waist and throws her over his shoulder. She squeals and beats his chest with her fists.

"Found you." Ash teases. He walks down the stairs, and opens the door leading to front gardens. The horses whinny, seeing them approaching the carriage. Ash opens the door, and places Celine on the seat. He closes the door and climbs into the drivers' seat. Ash cracks the reins, and the carriage lurches forward.

Celine runs her hands over her dress, playing with the fabric. She stretches her left arm, which is still stiff from being in a sling.

"Holiday! Holiday! We're going on a holiday!"

'Who the bloody hell is that?'

Celine sticks her head out the carriage window.

"Who's that?" She shouts above the clattering of horse hooves.