So I have finally gotten around to fixing up this story. ^.^ There were a lot of things I didn't like and that I'm deciding to change. I hope that everyone likes the new and improved chapters. :) It will still be the same story line, for those who've already started reading, but I'm just basically improving the characters and grammar, spelling, etc. So I hope everyone likes it, and please leave a review! :)

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Ciel stood at the window of his study, looking out onto the front lawn of the mansion as the heavy rain fell against the windowpane and the thunder rumbled outside, followed by lighting that streaked the night sky, illuminating the darkness. Ciel stared at the dark and stormy night, feeling desolate and lonely. He had lost everything; his home his family… Not that he could do anything about it now except make those that caused it, pay. He could never have his family back again. And even though he had rebuilt the mansion again to its original splendor, it still wasn't the same happy place that it used to be. No, it was the exact opposite now; it was quiet and lonely. But isn't that what he wanted?

The people that killed his family would definitely suffer the same pain he had been through the past three years. They had robbed him of the thing that had been most important to him. His family had been his world. He clenched his fists, anger coursing through him as the urge to smash the window rose up inside of him. Ciel quickly turned away, trying to calm himself. He took a deep breath and relaxed his hands onto the wooden desk in front of him. He looked up at the door for a few moments before striding towards it and throwing it open. He quietly made his way down the long hallway, towards his own room. But when he finally reached his bedroom door, he didn't go inside; instead he opened the door that was just down the hall from his own.

As Ciel slowly opened the door and entered, he immediately wished he hadn't come. But he had to. He looked around; everything looked exactly the same as it did when he was little. Ciel had done a good job of duplicating it all. He turned to leave and found himself unable to go; instead he sat at the vanity and opened the music box that sat on top of it. A sweet melody began to play, filling the room, and Ciel was immediately taken back to when he was a child, when he had been happy. He remembered Corinna, his precious older sister, as she danced around the room with him to the music. They both were laughing, her brown eyes sparkling, the same eyes their father had, and her beautiful long, dark, curly hair swaying, as they spun around.

Ciel was quickly brought back to the present by a knock at the door. He hurriedly shut the music box and chocked back his tears as his butler entered the room.

"Dinner is ready, bocchan," The raven-haired butler stated, bowing. His red eyes watched Ciel stand slowly, but Ciel didn't say a word to the smiling butler as he walked past him and into the hall.

Ciel's head was down slightly. Trying to hide the fact that he had been crying, and at first he didn't notice the butler holding a handkerchief out to him.

"Here, bocchan," The butler said.

"I don't need it Sebastian, I'm fine." Ciel snapped. "The dust in that room is just making my eyes water. You need to clean better."

"I will remember that, my lord," Sebastian said as he led the small, blue-eyed boy down the hall. Sebastian had to fight to hold his smirk back. Ciel was always trying to act strong, and it amused the butler greatly. Especially if it gave him the chance to tease or goad him, as it usually did.

Sebastian led Ciel down the stairs and into the main hall, just as a knock sounded at the front door. Sebastian glanced at the door and then turned to bow briefly to Ciel. "Excuse me, bocchan," Sebastian said and made his way across the polished, marble floors, his footsteps echoing as he approached the front door.

Sebastian pulled open one of the heavy oak doors and before him stood a young lady, wet from the rain. Her blue dress was torn; and dirt covered the once-beautiful fabric, along with her creamy skin. Her dark hair was a tangled mess and her brown eyes were weary and sad. Sebastian could tell that she normally was quite beautiful, but the dirt and grime didn't compliment her pretty features at all. And the smell she was giving off wasn't very flattering either. Sebastian stared at her with an impassive face.

There was something familiar about her, perhaps it was her nose, but the butler found it hard to tell with the dark shadows that the night was casting unflatteringly across her face and the dirt that was practically caked on there. Did she roll around in a mud puddle or something? Sebastian wondered. Sebastian raised a questioning eyebrow at her and wondered what she could possibly want here.

"May I help you miss," He asked her.

"Is-is Ciel here? Is he ok," The young woman asked in a weak croak.

"Yes." Sebastian stepped out of the way and extended a hand to her. "Please, come in from the rain," Sebastian said, offering her help inside.

"Sebastian, who-" Ciel began to ask, but his words died in his throat as Sebastian helped the bedraggled girl inside. Ciel froze, mid-step and his eyes widened at the sight of the girl. He gripped the banner beside him in disbelief.

The young lady watched Ciel and burst into tears. "Ciel, you're okay." Her tears were leaving small trails down her dirty face. She took one staggering step towards him, her hand outstretched. "Ciel," She whispered, and collapsed to the floor, Sebastian catching her before she hit her head.

"Corinna!" Ciel cried out in fright, and rushed to her side.