“June, my little miracle... Did you know? There are Seven Heavenly Virtues...

They’re like a set of principles or morals, which help guide you through life...

They are...” 

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“Honestly!” A black-haired girl cried out in anger, crushing the poor juice box held in her hand. A gangly blonde-haired boy with glasses sat next to her, glancing down to the juice box’s fate before looking back at her. 

The black-haired girl, June, continued on. “He makes a mess of the place, has NO concept of money, and on top of all that, he keeps using my favorite mug!”

“So,” the blonde-haired boy, Jack, said. He took a second to swallow down his bite of sandwich. “Why don’t you just kick him out?” 

“Well...” June averted her gaze toward the rest of the cafeteria, hesitating. “Honesty...? I think he’d die on his own.”

“Really? Doesn’t he have rich parents or something?” 

“I’m pretty sure he does, but they’re brutal, he was nearly starved when I found him!” 

“Ah, yeah.” 

This “Him” was found starving on the street by June one fateful walk back from school. She was minding her own business entirely when she felt someone grab her ankle; she nearly gave him a concussion with her kick after. But as it turned out, that person was a boy her age, only 17. He was a mess, covered with scrapes, mud, and a completely disheveled mane of white hair. It was clear he came from money though, as he wore a similarly ruined and torn up set of gold brocade robes (though, they were dirtied enough that the gold hardly shone through). He also wore a strange necklace; it was made of a red, braided rope with seven black beads hanging from it. 

And so, June took this boy home like a pitiful stray cat, fed him soup, and learned that his name was Ciel. 

“Your parents kick you out?” She had asked him. 

“Uh... yep!” He averted his gaze. “They banished me from their estate to uh, walk among the common people, because I got into their wine cellar.”

“Ah... Well... I guess for now, you can stay with me.” So you don’t die, June added mentally. 

“Yay!” Ciel clapped and cheered. 

June pulled herself back to reality, shaking her head. “I guess I’ll just help him find a job...” she sighed. 

“That’s a good idea! You’ve always been such a kind-hearted person, June!” 

The compliment completely shook her, and she stared at Jack appalled, before turning away. “You’re... weird. It’s just the bare minimum,” she grumbled. 

“Ahah, yeah, I suppose so,” Jack said. 

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Ciel hummed to himself, twisting around the small, wrecked apartment. Well, mostly the kitchen was wrecked; he tried to make himself breakfast, but burnt the eggs and the pan, so he started more eggs, but those ones burned, so he switched gears to pancakes, and so... he’d reached a point where he ruined essentially every pot and pan available. 

Now, he was making himself a cup of tea. He grabbed his favorite mug, filling it with water and a tea bag. He’d almost taken a sip when he realized he forgot something! Duh, tea has to be hot... but with no appliances available (he also ruined the kettle), he only had one option. 

He held out his hand beneath the mug. Within his palm, a small, dancing flame materialized. Quickly, the tea began to steam, and he then extinguished the flame. 

The perfect crime, except for the fact that he had neglected to hear the front door creaking open, nor notice the presence of the black-haired girl holding their takeout dinner right behind him.

“Hey... Ciel...” 

Ciel whipped around, his eyes meeting June’s shining black ones.

“Ciel... what... was that just now?” 

“Uh... hahahahaha...”