The Earl's Return

Football

Ciel's POV

I stood there baffled by the women's odd sense of humor. "What the devil was she laughing about?" I asked no-one in particular. I heard footsteps coming my way and faint laughing along with it. I stood straight and was about to walk past whoever was walking by, until I was pat on the head. I stiffened and shut my eyes at the touch, but didn't flinch away.

"What? Don't get the joke?" A familiar voice questioned. I didn't answer and allowed this person to ruffle my hair. The voice chuckled for a second before the sound abruptly stopped as did the hand. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and looked up only to see that damned Michaelis. I sighed calming my nerves and moved the boy's hand from my head.

"I'm fine, just lost." I whispered. He gave me a questioning look.

"What'd you say little man?" I sighed and realized that I shouldn't be admitting my defeat just yet.

"Nothing." I turned on my heel and walked off. I heard a grumble behind me and foot steps sped toward me until they were beside me. I sped up a bit as did they. After a few minutes, I gave up on getting rid of the boy.

"So, where ya going?" He asked. I ignored him. "Are you heading to class a bit early?"

"Yes." I muttered.

"Oh. Well we passed it a few minutes ago." I groaned and swiveled in place to face the opposite direction. "So..." I sighed at his attempt at filling the silence.

"What do you want Mr. Michaelis? Are you just trying to mess with me?" He shook his head.

"If I wanted to mess with you I'd... Anyway, how's life treating you?" He inquired changing the subject.

"Like a prisoner." I answered quietly.

"Damn. Well I was evicted by some runt and pretty much robbed of all my belongings." I rolled my eyes at where he was stabbing. "You know. The usual."

"Actually I don't know the 'usual'."

"SO! What happened? A bunch of people keep talking about you. Rumor says-"

"Rumor says. Nothing more than a rumor." I interrupted.

"You gonna tell me, or???" He acted as though I'd never spoken.

"I prefer we don't talk about me." He shook his head.

"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen....How about we play Seven Questions?" He proposed as we stopped at room 69. He opened the door and I walked in.

"Fine." I agreed inferring the rules of this game.

Sebastian's POV

"I'll go first. How old are you?" I asked considering he was obviously not 16.

"Twelve." I went wide eyed. He's four years younger and still keeping up with my classes. He was answering quiz questions like a boss in math too. Try hard. 

"What's your interest in me?" He asked straightforwardly.

"You made my dad your bitch. Who wouldn't be interested?" I answered.

"That's not an answer that's an explanation." He droned as we sat in the back of the room.

"I don't know what my interest is. You just attract my attention. You're different and I guess I want to know why." I shrugged throwing my legs over the desk. "Okay. What's your favorite color?"

"I don't know. It's been a while since I thought about anything I like." He said with a blank yet sad eye.

"How about red. My eyes are red." His eye gained a sad curve and I thought he was going to cry again.