This fic was written on request from Ciel Michaelis on for an Alois/Elizabeth fic. I hope it makes you happy :)

The name is from Beethoven's Sonata No. 5, and it means "Spring Sonata." The four parts of the story are named chronologically after the four movements of the Sonata. There will be two chapters.

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~Movement One: Allegro~

The argument Ciel was holding with some toy shop manager over the proper display of Funtom company products in the front window was business-y and boring. Elizabeth squirmed in her place at Ciel's side. She wanted to leave, perhaps to go look at dresses, or simply stroll the streets with her cousin and fiance. She wanted to urge Ciel to leave the matter be, but she held her tongue, for fear of receiving another of the boy's sharp rebukes.

Fortunately, Ciel was too occupied with his debate to notice Lizzie slipping out into the square, and Sebastian, omnipresent and apparently omnipotent, did not alert his master. Once out, Lizzie tipped her face up, searching for a drop of sunlight somewhere in the gray London sky. What she saw, however, was another child—a boy—picking his way along one of the square's tall stone walls, arms outstretched like a tightrope walker as his heeled boots clicked, one after the other, against the stone. The boy was about fourteen, with sparkling sky-blue eyes and wind-tossed golden hair. Lizzie recognized him immediately.

"Alois Trancy?" Lizzie spoke out of confusion; she would not have expected the young earl to be involved in this sort of activity.

"Ciel's fiance?" Alois wobbled as he turned, but he wore a brilliant smile.

"It's Elizabeth!" Lizzie called up, affecting annoyance, "Lizzie."

"Whatever," Alois waved a hand before sitting down on the wall's edge, stockinged legs dangling.

"How'd you get up there?" Lizzie wondered, waking closer to the wall.

"Why should I tell you?" Alois replied with an infuriating smirk.

Out of pure defiance, Lizzie strode along the perimeter of the wall, grinning when she came across a thick, sturdy vine that grew all the way up the stone. Alois looked dubiously down from his perch, obviously doubting Lizzie's ability to scale the stalk. Well, she'd show him. Beneath the puff sleeves and bell-skirts of her Paris-imported dresses, Lizzie harbored slim but powerful cables of solid muscle, honed from years of her mother's merciless fencing regimen.

Before long, Lizzie was sitting right beside Alois. Her dress was clearly ruined, but for the first time in known history, Elizabeth Middleford didn't care whether or not she looked cute. She felt triumphant, and Alois was visibly impressed.

"Not scared of heights, then, are you?" He said, and Lizzie shook her head, laughing. "Me neither," Alois continued, staring out onto the collection of shops below them, "I like being up high like this. When you're real high up and can look down, you feel almost like a God."

"I guess," Lizzie said, but she suddenly felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to be powerful, not really, because then Ciel might not love her...

"You know what else I like?" Alois asked, ever the conversationalist.

"What?" Lizzie demanded. Really, she was already eager to get down and find Ciel.

"I like to steal things," Alois said, catching Lizzie by complete surprise.

"What?" She repeated, and Alois had her full attention now.

"I used to steal things all the time, when I was younger," Alois explained serenely, "but now...well, I still think it's fun. The problem is, I can buy most things, so there's not much worth stealing."

"You shouldn't steal," Lizzie said, taken aback.

"Too bad, 'cause I'm going to steal something right now," Alois grinned, catlike.

"What's that?" Lizzie whispered, because Alois was looking right at her with those brilliant eyes, so engaged, so focused on her...

"I'm going to steal..." Alois leaned in, murmuring so low that Lizzie had to mimic the movement, "you're first kiss!"

Alois captured Lizzie's lips with his own, and Lizzie felt her eyelids flutter down. Behind her closed lids she could see flowers bloom. When Alois pulled away, her lips buzzed and her mouth tasted sweet. She stared at the blond, with his dancing eyes and dazzling grin. Lizzie was feeling a billion different emotions at once, and only one of them was anger. Alois was laughing, flaxen head tossed back. Not knowing what else to do, Lizzie slapped him. Hard. Alois stilled, and his struck cheek went blush-red.

After that, something curious happened: Alois and Lizzie looked at each other. Quietly. Calmly. Aquamarine met Emerald with frank curiosity on both sides. Seconds ticked by, and a sort of discovery bloomed within each set of eyes, a recognition. On the tips of their tongues, they could taste it—something was about to happen. Right this second. Right n—

"Elizabeth...Alois."

Two blond heads turned in unison to see Ciel Phantomhive's delicate face tipped up, single cerulean eye boring into each of them.

"Ciel!" Elizabeth half-cried, half-gasped.

Alois's surprise ebbed after a moment, and he called down, "Hi~ Ciel! Want to join us?"

Ciel's face was that emotionless mask Elizabeth had gotten so used to; that perfect poker face. It was quite a shock when affected apathy gave way to an easy grin.

"Hello, Alois," Ciel greeted neutrally, "Lizzie, sorry to drag you off, but Aunt Frances will rain fire and brimstone on me if you're not home soon."

"O-oh, right," Lizzie said, then remembered herself and replied perkily, "Of course! I'll be down in a two shakes of lamb's tail! Sorry, Earl Trancy, but I've got to go!"

"Mmph," Alois muttered, and he suddenly sounding bored out of his wits, "by then."

Lizzie frowned but set off down the vine. She dared one glance back at Alois, and her breath caught in her throat because she'd never seen someone looking at her so sadly. Even as she and Ciel walked away and Sebastian helped them into their carriage, she could feel those melancholic baby-blues on her.