A/N: This was intended to be a playful one-shot, however my mind wandered from that and went into my theories about Meyrin. So I decided to play along with it, I hope it's okay!

It wasn't something he usually did.

However when he found his butler too busy at the moment and his boredom growing, the young master had found himself exploring his manor. There had been many of rooms he's explored before, but this was an area in which he was unfamiliar with. With the exception of Sebastian's unused room, he's never visited the servant's area much.

He did know there was the butler's room, which the demon butler rarely entered less he be withholding cats from him. Then there was Tanaka's room, though the elder had a room to himself his room was connected to Bard and Finnian's. He supposed Bard should have a room to himself, the chef and butler were supposed to be equals-he figured Finny didn't want to sleep alone and left it at such.

If Bard voiced his concern perhaps he would ask Sebastian to give up his room, but then the servants would feel suspicious.

The servants seemingly at work however, this opportunity only gave the young boy a chance to explore their rooms. Bard and Finnian's room didn't hold much, except a few treasured items the two held dear and a gun underneath the chef's pillow. Was the man that paranoid? He supposed he had every right to be, with the manor being attacked as much as it had.

Finny didn't have any sort of weapon, but he didn't need it. He could easily kill whoever came at him, or his friend would take care of it for him. And creeping in Tanaka's room didn't do him any good either other than the occasional sweet the steward left hiding. It was as if the old man knew he was going to snoop, or else why would his favorite sort of sweet be laying about?

He didn't bother with Sebastian's room. He figured his nose would be too stuffed up the butler would know for sure he was sneaking around.

Then he turned the corner to the maid's room. He wondered if he should even bother, considering how inappropriate it would be for him to enter her room without her permission. However temptation took it's form in a door that was left ajar, almost calling out to him to enter her room and see what sort of things she was hiding.

And so he did, peering around the room which was neatly kept. For a maid who was as clumsy as he was, she kept her room in a better state she left the manor in. Her bed was made neatly and her extra uniform hanging up on a rack. Around the corner of the door was her mirror, which he figured she spent a lot of time in front of trying to 'pretty' herself up as much as she could.

He couldn't lie, when in her regular clothes with her hair down she was quite the pretty woman to look at. He saw how Bard oggled her too. Somehow that made the boy feel sick, and protective.

Braving the waters he took a step into the room, looking through drawers in search of sweets and treasures she could be hiding. Like Bard she kept pistols about the room, hidden away in case of any emergency that would occur. He did find sweets, most from his own company and notes that she left reminding her to do something during the day.

Her old glasses were in the drawer as well, possibly too sentimental for her to throw away. What a silly thing to keep, he didn't know why she treasured it as much as she had.

However he didn't have much time to ponder at that when he heard the noise of footsteps, panicking slightly he hid himself away in her dresser. Much to his luck it had been Meyrin, and it seemed that she was done for the day. The maid slipped in without knowing that he was there, pulling her pigtails down allowing her hair to fall down to her shoulders.

He supposed it was one of her rare half-days, where Sebastian allowed her to return to her room for a rest or to get dressed and do whatever she pleased. He watched through the crack of the door as she sat down on her bed, reaching behind her and unbuttoning her dress. He didn't expect for there to be a knock on the door.

"Ah! Just a minute!" The maid shot up, quickly buttoning her dress back up as she answered the door, "Ah, Mr. Sebastian!"

"I'm sorry to bother you Meyrin, but have you seen the Young Master around?"

'Really, Sebastian?' Ciel thought to himself, curling up uncomfortably in the dresser; 'What a dolt, doesn't even know where I am.'

"I'm sorry, I can't say I have..." Meyrin pondered, "Last I saw him he was out in the gardens, but that was 'bout two hours ago-it was!"

"Thank you, Meyrin." He could see Sebastian's shadow as he bowed slightly, "Go ahead and rest up, I do hope you're feeling better tomorrow."

So that was it, she was sick. Ciel wondered if she fainted or something, but he had to shake the thought out of his head as the maid shut the door again. How was he going to get out if Meyrin was going to stay in the rest of the day? There was no way he could just burst out of the closet, then Sebastian would know for sure.

He pondered this again as the maid went back to undressing, her garments falling to the ground as she had. The young boy froze as she walked towards the dresser, but let out a sigh of relief when she only retrieved her gown from a chair nearby. However he saw more than he wanted to see, despite that he could feel a deep red blush on his face.

Then something caught his eye. A tattoo wrapping around her right shoulder along her arm, red in color and very peculiar. He never knew that she had such an imprint on her body, but then again he didn't know much about her at all. As long as she served him he never cared, but it was a symbol he has seen before.

The tattoo was soon covered by her nightgown, and she moved out of sight to her vanity to brush through her hair.

He shifted in his seat again, immediately regretting that idea when he heard the clicking of a gun and suddenly he was out of the dresser. On the defensive and slightly panicked, Meyrin demanded who he was. After a moment of silence she realized it had been her young master, her face red she put her gun away and helped him off the floor.

"Y-Young Master!" She panicked, "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there...I thought you were...a spy...or something."

Ciel sighed, brushing the dust off his body; "Don't worry about it, as long as you don't tell Sebastian I was here in the first place."

"Why were you in here though?" The maid asked meekly, "I have nothing to hide, Young Master."

"I...heard you had sweets."

She blinked again, confused; "Well, if you want some I would be happy to give it to you."

He watched her as she moved into her bottom drawer, pulling out a bag of sweets. "You keep those?"

"Well, it's just sweets I accumulate through the year." She laughed a little, "If I'm feeling down, I have a little bit of it-I do."

"Hm."

She smiled a little, handing him some; "I know it's not as fancy as yours, but it's quite tasty-and I won't tell Sebastian you had some before lunch I won't. "

Ciel hummed again, sitting down on her bed and munching on some of the sweets. She was still confused as to why he was there, and even more so when he made no move to leave. It didn't bother her that he was there, but she found it highly inappropriate for him to be in there without her permission. Of course she would never mention that to him.

"Meyrin."

"What is it?"

"What was that tattoo? On your right arm...what's it about?"

The maid seemed caught off guard, blushing even; "Y-You watched me dress?"

"I didn't see anything other than the tattoo," Ciel lied, "I just want to know. That's all."

Meyrin seemed nervous, holding her right shoulder in question as she figured a way to answer. She couldn't lie to him, and she supposed he would have found out eventually. It wasn't like her past mattered now, she was here and hopefully she was here to stay. "It's just a symbol of the gang I was working for," She answered quietly, "I worked as an assassin for a gang just on the outskirts of London. I only dealt with the sub-leaders however, but as a sign of loyalty we were required to get this mark on our shoulders."

"I see, and what gang was it?"

"It was a Chinese...gang, it was." She breathed out, "You might recognize the symbol from something Mr. Lau would have worn.."

That was it. That was who he was thinking about, and the thought popped into his head of how Meyrin came to the manor. Sebastian had spared her in an onslaught, she had come to the manor intending to end his life-only to come to work for him. Did she work under Lau?

"Did-"

"There you are, Young Master."

Ciel glared up at the intruder, who this time didn't bother knocking on the maid's door. So much for being a respectful butler, "I was hiding in her room. She didn't know I was here."

"I know she didn't know," Sebastian said-a playful smirk on his face; "however it's time for your dancing lesson and you can no longer hide."

"I was talking to Meyrin."

"She's very sick right now, she needs all the rest she can get."

Meyrin blushed a little, bowing a little to her young master; "I'll tell you the rest another time..."

Ciel sighed quietly, "That better be a promise."

"Yes, sir."

Without another word the boy left, leaving the butler and maid in the room. Sebastian offered her a polite smile, "Please do remember to check your dresser for any intruders next time, we don't want to have you pointing your gun at anyone important."

"I-I'm sorry M-Mr. Sebastian, I thought he was an intruder."

"I am quite aware," His eyes gleamed, "I will forgive this offense-this time."

"Thank you, sir..."

The butler turned to leave, "Ah, and one more thing."

"W-What is it?"

"Should your past come back to haunt you, please let me know. I will handle it accordingly."

A/N: Please read&review! Also please note that Sebastian may be a little ooc, and the main pairing MAY be MeyrinXSebastian.