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You were running, running away. The cold rain was trickling down your face, wetting your ____[h/c]___ hair, making it stay plastered to your head, your face. The muddy pathway kept making you stumble, your shoes weren't built for these kind of actions. That was also making you exert yourself more, and you weren't really ready for this much running. How long had you been running for, a few miles, maybe even more? It was impossible to tell, you just HAD to get away.
Soon enough, though, your legs gave way, and you fell down face-first into the mud with an 'oomph', leaving you winded. Knowing your chaser was close behind, you quickly tried to get up but a tremendous force pushed you down as you tried, causing you to yelp out in pain momentarily.
"How DARE you leave me after I took you in after that incident! You are SUPPOSE to RESPECT me. NOW you will PAY." Each time his octive in his voice was raised, he stepped ever so harder down onto your back, which made you hear an unplesant sound that resonated with the cries you let out.
"Pay? My dear sir, it seems like you are the one who needs to repay this dear lady," a soothing voice said, speaking up. Your eyes wandered up above to see a tall man, having crimson-red eyes and black hair, some locks falling infront of his face devilishly. You just now notice your laying down in a pathway infront a huge estate, accustomed with a garden and all ahead of you.
You could hear an echo of the dreadful man's laughter as he stomped down on your back again painfully and forcefully, making you cry out again. "Oh yeah, and whats a bloody butler like you going to do to stop me, 'eh?"
"Well, I'm glad you asked sir. M'lady, if you may avert your eyes." You realize the butlers referring to you, so you do so and manage to close your eyes. As you do, you hear the evil man's cry of pain and the pressure is released from your back suddenly.
Though now, you can fell yourself drifting off, but you can't stop it. You assume it is from the damage the bastard had done to you, but you silently thank the butler as you drift off. Right before you do, you feel sturdy arms pick you up carefully in a bridal-style fashion. "Your safe now, m'lady." Those words were garbled and faded as you drifted off, but you could understand what he meant to convey by the way he held you. He wouldn't cause you harm.

Soon enough, you start to awaken from your slumber. Strangely, you don't feel wet, and you try to sit up before opening your eyes. This causes you to cry out and you lay carefully back down, the pain residing in your back. Damn man. Now, realizing you should have done this sooner, you open your ___[e/c]___ eyes and study carefully your surroundings. When you first take a look of them, it surprises you immensley.
You were in the fanciest room you had ever laid your eyes on. The room was in prestene condition, no speck of dust in sight. The room was big, very esquisitie and refined, nothing you had ever seen before. Truly, you were taken aback by it. You looked at where you were laying and saw it was a four-poster bed with silk sheets. You yourself were dressed in a comfortable nightgown that was pure white, as pure as newly fallen snow.
"Good morning, M'lady," a voice suddenly said from your side, which surprised you and caused you to jump to a sitting up position, which earned yourself another moan of pain. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," said the voice again, who went over to you and helped lay you back down. It was the butler from before.
"Where am I?" you asked, your curiosity getting the best of you. This caused the butler to smile slightly.
"Why, your in the Phantomhive manor. I'm Sebastian, and may I ask your name, young ma'am?" He was so polite and sweet as he talked. As he did so, he prepared some medicine for you on a cart that also had along some breakfast cuisine you had never before seen; its smell was so divine, and it made your mouth water.
"Ah, yes, I'm _____[f/n][l/n]____," you replied, trying to make sure your stomach didn't cry out; you felt it wanted to do so, though. You hadn't eaten for a while and the breakfast just looked so delectable.
"Ah, well, Miss.____[f/n]____, you will be our guest here at the Phantomhive manor until you are fully restored back to good health. You can decide your course of action from there on out. Until then, act as if this place is your own humble abode."
When he finished, he handed you a small cup of the liquid medicine. It smelled foul, but you had smelt much worse in recent times. Pinching your nose, you drank it all in one gulp. Once the taste hit you, your face cringed in discust and you started to cough. You gladly took the glass of tea, which you then drank until there wasn't a single drop left. When done, you let out a content sigh now that the hideous flavor has vanished from your tastebuds.
"I have made some food which you and my young master will both have, it is Prawn Curry and french toast with ginger." He puts the dish carefully in your lap with a towel underneath it after helping get you into a comfortable position that you can manage with pillows stuffed behind your back. "If you need anything else, just call me, and I'll come to help, Miss. ___[f/n]___. Soon enough, my earl, Ciel Phantomhive, will come to greet you and to check on you, as he promised to do last night when I brought you in."
"Thank you, Sebastian sir, I appreciate it."
"Please, just call me Sebastian, ma'am," he said with a smile as he bowed graciously then left.
Ciel Phantomhive... you wondered how that name sounded familiar to you. It was just on the tip of your tounge. Your mind thought as you ate the delectable food. It was like nothing you had ever tasted, your tastebuds were on Cloud 9. Soon enough, the food was gone. You sighed contently and laid back against the pillows, staring upwards towards the ceiling, the sky, the top of the four-poster board bed.
After a little bit of laying and trying to remember how exactly how she knew this earl's name, the door opened. You looked up to see a boy, about 13 years of age. He had a hat adorned atop his blueish-black hair, his one blue eye complimenting it. You weren't sure about his other eye because a silk black eyepatch covered it, concealing the eye from anyone's view. He was wearing a blue coat, buttoned up mostly, his white shirt from underneath showing, while he had a midnight blue ribbon tied around his neck into a bow. He wore complimentary bottoms with black socks kept up with buckles and brown boots to match. "Hello, Miss.___[f/n]___, I am Ciel Phantomhive, the earl of the Phantomhive manor. I am sorry for the trouble that had happened you outside my home."
"Its alright, Ciel," you replied with a slight smile plastered onto your face. Now you remembered him. He was the young man who was owner of the Futon toy company. He was around your age, which made it seem weird that he had accomplished so much while you had done barely anything to nothing.
"If there is anything you need, ask anyone around here. I will come back here later to check on your well-being. I must go now though, for I have a busy schedule. Goodbye, ___[f/n]___." And with that, he was gone within an instant.

In your mind, one thought stood out from all the others. 'Man, is he cute.'

Description
You were running, running away. The cold rain was trickling down your face, wetting your ____[h/c]___ hair, making it stay plastered to your head, your face. The muddy pathway kept making you stumble, your shoes weren't built for these kind of actions. That was also making you exert yourself more, and you weren't really ready for this much running. How long had you been running for, a few miles, maybe even more? It was impossible to tell, you just HAD to get away.
Soon enough, though, your legs gave way, and you fell down face-first into the mud with an 'oomph', leaving you winded. Knowing your chaser was close behind, you quickly tried to get up but a tremendous force pushed you down as you tried, causing you to yelp out in pain momentarily.
"How DARE you leave me after I took you in after that incident! You are SUPPOSE to RESPECT me. NOW you will PAY." Each time his octive in his voice was raised, he stepped ever so harder down onto your back, which made you hear an unplesant sound that resonated with the cries you let out.
"Pay? My dear sir, it seems like you are the one who needs to repay this dear lady," a soothing voice said, speaking up. Your eyes wandered up above to see a tall man, having crimson-red eyes and black hair, some locks falling infront of his face devilishly. You just now notice your laying down in a pathway infront a huge estate, accustomed with a garden and all ahead of you.
You could hear an echo of the dreadful man's laughter as he stomped down on your back again painfully and forcefully, making you cry out again. "Oh yeah, and whats a bloody butler like you going to do to stop me, 'eh?"
"Well, I'm glad you asked sir. M'lady, if you may avert your eyes." You realize the butlers referring to you, so you do so and manage to close your eyes. As you do, you hear the evil man's cry of pain and the pressure is released from your back suddenly.
Though now, you can fell yourself drifting off, but you can't stop it. You assume it is from the damage the bastard had done to you, but you silently thank the butler as you drift off. Right before you do, you feel sturdy arms pick you up carefully in a bridal-style fashion. "Your safe now, m'lady." Those words were garbled and faded as you drifted off, but you could understand what he meant to convey by the way he held you. He wouldn't cause you harm.

Soon enough, you start to awaken from your slumber. Strangely, you don't feel wet, and you try to sit up before opening your eyes. This causes you to cry out and you lay carefully back down, the pain residing in your back. Damn man. Now, realizing you should have done this sooner, you open your ___[e/c]___ eyes and study carefully your surroundings. When you first take a look of them, it surprises you immensley.
You were in the fanciest room you had ever laid your eyes on. The room was in prestene condition, no speck of dust in sight. The room was big, very esquisitie and refined, nothing you had ever seen before. Truly, you were taken aback by it. You looked at where you were laying and saw it was a four-poster bed with silk sheets. You yourself were dressed in a comfortable nightgown that was pure white, as pure as newly fallen snow.
"Good morning, M'lady," a voice suddenly said from your side, which surprised you and caused you to jump to a sitting up position, which earned yourself another moan of pain. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," said the voice again, who went over to you and helped lay you back down. It was the butler from before.
"Where am I?" you asked, your curiosity getting the best of you. This caused the butler to smile slightly.
"Why, your in the Phantomhive manor. I'm Sebastian, and may I ask your name, young ma'am?" He was so polite and sweet as he talked. As he did so, he prepared some medicine for you on a cart that also had along some breakfast cuisine you had never before seen; its smell was so divine, and it made your mouth water.
"Ah, yes, I'm _____[f/n][l/n]____," you replied, trying to make sure your stomach didn't cry out; you felt it wanted to do so, though. You hadn't eaten for a while and the breakfast just looked so delectable.
"Ah, well, Miss.____[f/n]____, you will be our guest here at the Phantomhive manor until you are fully restored back to good health. You can decide your course of action from there on out. Until then, act as if this place is your own humble abode."
When he finished, he handed you a small cup of the liquid medicine. It smelled foul, but you had smelt much worse in recent times. Pinching your nose, you drank it all in one gulp. Once the taste hit you, your face cringed in discust and you started to cough. You gladly took the glass of tea, which you then drank until there wasn't a single drop left. When done, you let out a content sigh now that the hideous flavor has vanished from your tastebuds.
"I have made some food which you and my young master will both have, it is Prawn Curry and french toast with ginger." He puts the dish carefully in your lap with a towel underneath it after helping get you into a comfortable position that you can manage with pillows stuffed behind your back. "If you need anything else, just call me, and I'll come to help, Miss. ___[f/n]___. Soon enough, my earl, Ciel Phantomhive, will come to greet you and to check on you, as he promised to do last night when I brought you in."
"Thank you, Sebastian sir, I appreciate it."
"Please, just call me Sebastian, ma'am," he said with a smile as he bowed graciously then left.
Ciel Phantomhive... you wondered how that name sounded familiar to you. It was just on the tip of your tounge. Your mind thought as you ate the delectable food. It was like nothing you had ever tasted, your tastebuds were on Cloud 9. Soon enough, the food was gone. You sighed contently and laid back against the pillows, staring upwards towards the ceiling, the sky, the top of the four-poster board bed.
After a little bit of laying and trying to remember how exactly how she knew this earl's name, the door opened. You looked up to see a boy, about 13 years of age. He had a hat adorned atop his blueish-black hair, his one blue eye complimenting it. You weren't sure about his other eye because a silk black eyepatch covered it, concealing the eye from anyone's view. He was wearing a blue coat, buttoned up mostly, his white shirt from underneath showing, while he had a midnight blue ribbon tied around his neck into a bow. He wore complimentary bottoms with black socks kept up with buckles and brown boots to match. "Hello, Miss.___[f/n]___, I am Ciel Phantomhive, the earl of the Phantomhive manor. I am sorry for the trouble that had happened you outside my home."
"Its alright, Ciel," you replied with a slight smile plastered onto your face. Now you remembered him. He was the young man who was owner of the Futon toy company. He was around your age, which made it seem weird that he had accomplished so much while you had done barely anything to nothing.
"If there is anything you need, ask anyone around here. I will come back here later to check on your well-being. I must go now though, for I have a busy schedule. Goodbye, ___[f/n]___." And with that, he was gone within an instant.

In your mind, one thought stood out from all the others. 'Man, is he cute.'