The Duchess: Kuroshitsuji FanFic.

15- James.

I'm so sorry for changing the cover like every five minutes, it's just I couldn't find a pic I liked so you know what they say! If ya' can't find a cover make one(?

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~C.

Amelia walked as fast as she could in a dress and heels through one of the long corridors of the Phantomhive household.

In her hands she carried a tray with tea and some ham sandwiches. She walked until she reached one of the guest rooms, quietly she tip-toed inside, closing the door behind her.

She glanced at the mortician sitting on a chair next to a small child laying in bed.

"He'll wake up soon, his wounds weren't that serious, but for a child so small, if you wouldn't of had found him, he'd probably die." Undertaker said.

After she'd found the small boy lying in his own blood, she had brought him back to the Undertaker's. From there, they'd rushed on horseback to the Phantomhive manor where she'd settled down the child for Undertaker to tend to his wounds.

She sighed, relieved to hear that the boy was okay. "Undertaker, what happened to him?"

Undertaker was the next one to sigh. "It's better if you don't find out, Millie."

Amelia only nodded, for her sake, Undertaker's and the boy's, she wouldn't push it.

"Thank you, Undertaker."

Undertaker nodded in approval. "I'll take my leave now but if something comes up don't doubt calling me."

She nodded and walked over to the boy. Amelia sat down on a chair next to him, waiting for Undertaker to leave.

She heard the door close, but didn't pay much attention to it. Instead she admired the boy's features.

Black, messy curls topped his head, his eye color remained unknown. He appeared to be eight or nine years old, but he was much to thin for a child his age. His skin was fair enough, if his clothes weren't so ragged and his face so filthy, he'd appear to be of noble status.

Amelia was shaken out of her thoughts by a small coughing fit.

The small boy was coughing.

She quickly reached out for a glass of water and brought it to his lips. The boy tiredly woke up and drank.

His eyes lazily watched Amelia an his surroundings. He noticed the unfamiliar bedding, the wide room, grand windows, golden framed paintings, ancient looking vases, the fireplace. Suddenly his eyes widened at the realization of where he was: a rich man's house.

***

How stupid! Why did I do that?! I am unbelievable! She won't probably ever talk to me again...Were the kind of things that Sebastian's mind fussed over.

He'd kissed Amelia. He didn't mean to but still, he didn't regret it. It was some sort of unnatural impulse that made him do it, like he'd been pushed.

So after realizing what he had done, he could only do the one thing a man in his shoes would.

Cowardly run away and hide inside his room like a child.

At least that was until the young master returned and he had to pretend that everything

was okay. He hadn't spoken to Amelia since then, and now, he'd have to wait for that to happen.

They where on a mission after all. Ciel had received a letter from the Queen right after the party, saying something about disappearances and a circus.

And there he was know, sitting in the middle of a circus tent along with the Young Master, waiting for the show to begin...

...and for his worries to cease.

***

"Where are you from, then?" Amelia asked once more.

He didn't reply, he only sat there staring at her with his wide chocolate eyes.

She'd tried everything, but the little boy that sat in front of her didn't open his mouth.

She sighed.

Amelia stood up and walked over to the window, once it was opened she leaned on the edge, staring at one of the large gardens.

"C-Can we go outside...?" His voice was soft and trembly.

His statement took Amelia by surprise, she turned around to see the little boy sitting up in his bed.

She smiled softly. "Yes, of course."

She helped him stand and realized he did not have any shoes on. Since all of his clothes where soaked in blood, Amelia had the servants burn the clothes. He was now wearing one of Ciel's bed shirts, considering a shirt from any other person in the manor would be too big for him.

Amelia tapped her finger on her chin, thinking about a solution for this child's clothing.

The only actual solution were Ciel's shoes, but those where still to big. "Ah! I've got it!"

She grabbed his hand in hers and both of them walked over to Ciel's bedroom.

She searched within his drawers until she found what she was looking for.

Socks.

Ciel's socks would have to do for now. Amelia made a mental note to find this child proper clothes first thing in the morning.

She sat him on the bed and began placing the socks on his small feet.

"My name is Amelia, it's nice to meet you."

He stared back at her and their gazes locked.

"My name's James, Amelia."