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{Ciel's P.O.V}

I awoke with the bright sun blaring in my face. I groan and get out of bed. A small peep is heard around the corner of the door. 

"Yes? Who is it?" I call. The rustling stops. 

"U-um. It's me. M-Mey-rin. I j-just came to inform you that breakfast is ready, young master." she stammers, reviling herself from around the corner. I rub my head. 

"Alright, Mey-Rin. Is lady (Y/N) down there for breakfast?" she smirks and I caught myself "A-and her father of course!" she just lets out a small chuckle and mumbles something under her breath. 

"Yes, young master. Lady (Y/N) and her father are both down there waiting. It was actually the lady (Y/N) who asked for me to come up here and check on you, yes it was." the heat starts to rise to my face. 

"Sh-she did?" I hopefully ask. Mey-Rin nods her head. 

"Yep! Now if you don't hurry up you'll keep her waiting!" Mey-Rin scampers away and I quickly get dressed. With my shoes still untied, I run down the stairs to get breakfast. 

"Good morning. Sorry, I'm late." I sit down next to (Y/N) who's wearing a lovely black and white dress that goes down to just below her knees. White stockings and cute black dress shoes. She has a cute black bow with a little white daisy on it in her hair. 

"Why you look absolutely radiant today." she blushes and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. I grab her hand and place a kiss on it. We stare longingly into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. Her father clears his throat and chills go down my spine. 

"U-uh sorry, sir." my head hangs low and he grunts. (Y/N) giggles and rolls her eyes at her father. I look up at her and smile. 

Breakfast was quiet. There was the occasional "How did you sleep?" or "It's rather warm for a fall day" but whenever I looked at (Y/N) I could feel her father's eyes burn down at me. It made me kind of uncomfortable. 

(Y/N) stood up from the table after she had finished with her food. 

"Chéri are you alright?" her father asks. I give her a worried look. She gives us both a pained smile. I can tell she's not well and her father does too. 

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Just a bit lightheaded. I'm going to go lie down." she walks away, a bit hunched. I look to her father who has the same worried look as me. 

"Is... is she going to be ok...?" I ask her father. He sighs and looks at me, anxiety in his eyes. 

"I hope. We're not exactly sure." 

"What do you mean? You don't know? How can you not know." he looks down. 

"Has she told you about her mother yet?" he asks. I shake my head. I just figured she was back in France. 

"Well her mother, Lady (Mother's name) (L/N), was the most amazing woman I've ever met, besides (Y/N) of course. She was so kind and sweet but also strong and determined. After (Mother's name) gave birth to (Y/N), she caught a terrible cold. We figured that it was such a common illness that it would go away quickly, but it grew into something worse, and she never recovered. She later died and (Y/N) went into a great depression. I'm not sure if she's fully herself anymore. After her mother's funeral, her cousin, who was her best and only friend, moved away to here in England. Soon after that, (Y/N) came down with a similar cold as her mother. She hasn't gotten any better since it started so I'm terrified of the thought of my little girl dying before I can watch her grow up and live her life." he concludes his story with tears in his eyes. 

I sat there, speechless. I had no idea. She seemed like such a happy person. I never would have thought this. I want to help her. In any way possible. 

"Sir?" his head shoots up. 

"Yes, Mr. Phantomhive?" I clear my throat. 

"I want to help your daughter in any way I can. She's hurt and frankly, I understand how she feels." I look down at my lap and think of my family. The fire. My family's legacy. 

He smiles at me, tears still welled up in his eyes. Tears pricked my eyes too, threatening to pour. 

"Thank you, monsieur Phantomhive. This really means a lot, and I know she'll appreciate it." he reaches over the table and shakes my hand. I stand up from the table and run to (Y/N)'s room. 

I knock on her chestnut door. It's silent for a bit until I hear a weak "Come in." I open it with caution. 

She's curled up in a ball on top of her head, visually wincing. I walk over to her and sit down on her bed next to her. My hand graces over her forehead. She's burning up. I reach for her hand and rub it. It's ice cold. She's shaking, shivering, but sweating buckets. She moves over to me and cuddles by my side. I smile and stroke her hair.

"Ciel? Am I going to be ok?" she askes. No emotion in her voice. 

"Of course you will darling. I won't let anything happen to you." I tell her, my fingers still in her soft (Hair color) hair. 

"Are you sure? I feel like shit," she confesses. I laugh. 

"I know you do, love, but I promise you everything will be okay." I kiss her warm forehead. She smiles and snuggles closer to me. 

We stay like this for what seems like weeks, years, decades. I felt comfortable, at ease. Like what I had told her was what I really felt. I can't promise that it will all be okay. I'm scared for her, for her father, and maybe our potential future. If she has this sickness, and it's potentially fatal, I need to help her live her life to the fullest. She likes flowers, right? I know the perfect place. 

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by sweet snores coming from (Y/N)'s direction. She had fallen asleep. I smile at her. She looked so peaceful. I moved her head over to the pillow and pulled the covers over her. I stood up to leave the room, but her arm was wrapped around my waist. Not wanting to disturb her, I laid down with her. I stared at her calm sleeping face. She's so cute. No, not cute. Beautiful. 

"Goodnight, (Y/N) (L/N). I promise I will help you as much as I can." 

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Translations.

Monsieur: Mister. 

Chéri: Sweetheart. 

Again. Sorry for the OOC Ciel. He's gonna be like that through most of the book. 

It just helps fit the theme. 

Au revoir, readers! 

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