Title: Use
Rating: K
Pairings: Ciel/Mey-Rin
Summary: In belief that she is useless, Mey-Rin is saddened, until the nail of a thumb wipes her tears away and the hand is none other than her young master's.

It's settled: I'm useless.

I'm a maid who can't carry out her work. I drop plates and glasses, make a mess of everything and can't mop up without breaking anything. How am I not supposed to feel utterly useless? The amount of time Sebastian's told me to better myself hits hard. I know, he probably doesn't mean anything by it, but it's not just that. I have to make use of myself for the sake of - not Sebastian - the young master. He needs me to be of use, and if he looks down upon me as useless... The thought of it tightens my chest, and I shake my head, sweeping up the glass on the floor.

As the pieces of broken glass and porcelain are swept up, I feel as if the only thing I do is make more work for myself and more hassle for the young master. After all, I'm his maid, and maids are meant to be tidy and neat. I'm the opposite. I'm not careful at all. The young master has no need to humour me, by keeping my position as maid. I feel a tear in the corner of my eye, which runs down over my face and is swept away by the nail of a thumb. I turn my head to see him there, the young master...

"Don't cry. It's unsightly."

"Of course, young master." His words bring a smile to my face, and I bow my head, happy to know that he cares for me.