Hello everyone! Im really sorry it has been (to long to count) well.. so many days since i updated this! I would like to make up the excuse that i made chapters 1 and 2 over the weekend before i auditioned for our High School Play. since then ive had many rehersals and no time to update...and im going to stop making up excuses now...

This story is i suppose... a filler. I really wanted to get the point across that Ciel was abused. This is showing a little more of that, also there will be more small flashbacks of Ciels life before Sebastian throughout the story.

LASTLY! I am totally making this story up as i go along...so if something doesn't seem to fit with something else i wrote please let me know cause i have an idea for an ending but am making up the details as i go heh...

Lastly lastly! My lovely beta i had just got a promotion at her job (congratulations Hearii!) But i don't want to interfere with her work so i still don't have a Beta _ but i shall get one don't fret. XD

Enjoy~

After Sebastian and Ciel's little 'scene' in the bedroom, Sebastian offered to make Ciel lunch. As soon as the food was set in front of the boy he began to scarf it down as fast as he possibly could. It wasn't that his parents never fed him, but Sebastian's cooking was terribly extravagant and Ciel had never eaten something so delicious in his life.

"You shouldn't eat so fast young one, or you'll choke." Sebastian warned as Ciel swallowed large portions of the smoked ham croissant sandwich and fruit on the side.

"Ah bount kawre. Amd thop kallimg me ioun ome." Ciel slurred out with his mouth still full of food.

"Good lord." Sebastian sighed. "Haven't you been taught any manners? Don't talk with your mouth full."

Ciel swallowed, gulp down some water and tried again. "I said I don't care, and to stop calling me young one. It sounds degrading." Sebastian chuckled and Ciel began to fume, "Well for your age you have an extensive vocabulary." Sebastian smiled. "I was the smartest in my class. Getting bad grades hurt." Ciel whispered as the memories began to flood back to a time he received a 78% on a spelling test in third grade.

Flashback

Ciel wandered into his house after a long day at school. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before because his parents had been moving about all night in their own room doing god knows what. All he knew was that the noises frightened him and he hid in his closet with the pillow over his head and his ears clamped shut.

He was so tired at school that he hadn't been paying attention to his spelling test. As the teacher said each word he would only hear the second half, or not hear the word at all.

"The next word students, is color." Said the teacher

'Color' thought Ciel. K-O-L-L-E-R

"Next is Blue" The teacher stated

What did she say? Who? W-H-O was what Ciel wrote down.

This pattern continued throughout the entire test. After class the teacher graded each test and called Ciel over to talk to him.

"Ciel dear could I have a moment? Your test score was very low from this past spelling test. In fact it was the lowest in the class. Dear are you feeling all right? You seemed a bit drowsy earlier. Ciel?"

Ciel snapped back and shook his head quickly "Sorry ma'am! I was a bit tired it's my own fault! I promise to do better next time!"

The teacher nodded slightly and sent him on his way. A 78%? The lowest in the class? He never felt more anxious. He walked in the front door and saw his mother and a friend, in the living room lounging and chatting, which quieted when they heard the boy come in. Ciel tried to sneak up stairs quietly and avoid them but they caught him and called him over.

"Ciel how was your spelling test today?" Rachel asked. Under normal circumstances that would sound respectful and natural from a mother. But in Ciel's case it was meant as a 'did you get the highest possible grade? So the Phantomhive name doesn't crumble and the fault be set upon myself from giving birth to an idiot.'

"I-uh g..got a sev-venty e-eight percent." Ciel shifted on his feet and shyly looked away from his mothers glare.

After what felt like centuries of an awkward silence between them his mother piped up in an almost happy tone. "Well I am sure that your father would like to have a word with you when he gets home." She shoved him off with a 'now shoo' hand movement. He took the message and waited in his room. His heart pounding loudly in his chest with fear of what was to come when his father got home.

Ciel's father seemed to arrive home sooner than he normally did. Why did God hate him so much? Ciel tried to think of the best plan possible that would deal the worst amount of damage.

'He climbed under his covers and squeezed his eyes tight. If I pretend to be asleep maybe he won't hurt me'

"Ciel" a voice called.

"Sebastian?" Ciel muffled into the pillow. He lifted his head up for a mere second to call for Sebastian again.

It was too late. Ciel heard his dads footsteps rumble up the stairs. "CIEL!" Vincent roared. 'Oh no!' Ciel visibly shivered as his father flew open the door. It swung into the wall and left a dent with the force put on it.

"Ciel!" Vincent blared

"Yes s-sir?" Ciel stuttered

"How dare you hide from me? Come out now!"

Ciel shifted and pulled the blanket off his head. His hair askew and a few strands stuck to his forehead from sweating. He wasn't all the way off the bed, his feet still dangling off the side when his dad had run out of patience. Gripping Ciel's hair he lifted him off the bed a bit but not completely. The grip on his hair was rough but not painful…yet.

"Your mother tells me you were bad today. Explain what you did this time." He was already fuming.

Ciel opened his eyes slightly which he previously squeezed shut.

"Daddy.." Vincent shook him a bit like a warning

"Sir…" Vincent didn't want to believe he was the boy's father so he didn't want Ciel to call him 'daddy' or even 'Vincent'. Only Sir or Mister.

"I got a 78% on my spelling test Sir." Ciel stared straight into his fathers brown eyes full of hatred and ice.

"Don't look at me." He snarled and the grip tightened. A few hair strands were pulled out. "Nghh!" Ciel squeaked out as tears formed in his eyes from the small bit of pain.

Ciel squeezed his eyes shut and curled his small hands into balls as he tried to protect his face from what was to come. Vincent loosened his grip on the boy's hair and pulled him completely off the bed. Ciel thought he was going to leave but instead Vincent pushed the door shut and picked up a ruler from Ciel's desk.

"Ciel. Spell 'ruler'."

"r-u-l-e-r" Ciel managed. Ugh! He wasn't stupid; he just had a bad day! Any normal father would have accepted that, but come on. Ciel's parents were definitely not normal.

"Spell book" Vincent wiped the ruler through the air like a sword. The ruler made a 'swish' noise.

"b-o-o-k" Ciel stood straight with his arms at his sides like a solider. He relaxed a bit feeling he was able to play his fathers little game. He also for once wasn't getting hurt.

Vincent walked over to Ciels bookshelf and picked up his favorite picture book.

"Spell 'picture' Vincent's voice dropped lower and sounded much scarier.

"p-i-c-t-u-r" Ciel spelled.

The ruler made a 'swish' noise as it smacked Ciel's right thigh.

"Ahhn!" Ciel cringed and his knees began to give away but before he hit the floor Vincent gripped his wrist and pulled him back up.

Pages were ripped out of the book; so many that it shouldn't have even been considered a book anymore. Ciel mentally was pouring tears out. How could he? Ciel treasured that book Goodnight Moon. He sniffled.

For the next 28 minutes Vincent threw countless words at Ciel forcing him to spell them. Some were so impossible an 8th grader couldn't spell them. Many of Ciel's treasures were ruined, and his body hurt from the whacks and whips he received from the ruler. Red bumps and marks were all over his thighs and forearms. His favorite things like his drawings he now kept in a draw and his markers, which were thrown away. The thing that he loved the most however made him physically start to crumble. It was Ciel's teddy bear, the little furry, soft, brown bear with button eyes and a thin red ribbon around its neck. Ciel named the little teddy bear Pluto. Pluto was what absorbed most of his tears at night and was the only thing that ever gave him a hug. Although he talked to Sebastian, he never got any physical love, now it was all gone.

Vincent ripped the arms off and stole the eyes. He left the stuffing on the floor and the red ribbon on top of the pile. He pushed passed Ciel who was now sitting on the floor in a ball holding his ankle, which was a bit swollen. He spoke not a world until Vincent left. He picked up the small ribbon and tied it around his wrist.

"Bye bye Pluto" Ciel sobbed softly.

(End Flashback)

"C…l…..Ci…el?" Sebastian lightly shook Ciels shoulder. "huh?" Ciel jumped when he saw Sebastian so close. "I-im fine!" He jumped up from the table. Ciel noticed Sebastian's face was full of concern. His auburn red eyes shining from the lowlights of the room. He realized why when he felt a small tear sting his cheek.

When did I start crying?

Ciel wiped the tear away quickly; He stood up abruptly. Brushing away any sign of sadness Ciel angrily shouted "Stop staring!" When Sebastian moved a bit closer Ciel backed up and stumbled slightly over his chair blushing from the action.

"Ciel? Calm down its just me." Sebastian reached out for him.

"no..no im fine. I'll be in my bedroom!" He yelled as he ran with his hands covering his eyes.

Sebastian sighed. He was going to have to do something to get Ciel to trust him more. To open up before he could discover the inner emotions Ciel was hiding. Even though he talked to Ciel so much, but being face to face with him was entirely different. Ciel was going to continue to hide from him.

How to connect with a child?

Sebastian turned away from the hallway Ciel ran down. He looked at the mess Ciel left from his dinner and chuckled.

"Silly child, does he think I am a mere servant."