"Master?"
Ciel turns, caught off guard.
"Yes?"
"What is it you are looking for?"
The boy shakes his head.
"Nothing," He shakes the mysterious girl from his mind. "Come, I want to go to the library." So, the two set off, heading for the local library.
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"Oi! Whaddaya think you're doin,' ya brat!"
A rather obnoxious voice calls out.
Ciel turns, eyebrows furrowing for a moment, before raising in surprise and realization at the sight before him. The girl he saw earlier is there, arm held tightly by the owner of the small library. She is a sight to behold: long, tangled brown hair spilling down her back, amber eyes wide in shock, and, perhaps pain at the tight grip on her arm. Her skin is stained with streaks of dirt, as is her tattered dress. She's struggling, attempting to pull her arm away but the shopowner is too strong, holding her arm with only one hand.
"Sebastian," He whispers, and the butler is at his side in an instant.
"Master..." He replies just as quietly.
"Stop him," Ciel commands. "That's an order,"
The demon's eyes begin to glow as a smirk takes its place upon his lips. He kneels, head bowed and right hand on his chest.
"As you wish, my young Lord...."
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Cold
RomanceThe darkness would consume him; nothing would change that. He must submit to the darkness. The cold.
