Hey y'all,

Sorry, this took so long to do. Jumping between this fanfic and my other one. Not to mention school is in the way of my life most of the time. I'm happy some of you guys are enjoying this fun idea!

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Pulling up to a large estate, Adreana could not help but gasp at the sight. She has never seen a house so big in her whole life. It was almost too big! How many rooms were there?! She wonders briefly, her jaw hanging open in surprise.

"Y-You live here?!" she asks Ciel in astonishment. He nods silently, keeping his eyes on her but she was not sure why he was staring in the first place. "Woah! You're so awesome!" she exclaims with a big grin.

He smirks lightly, finding her childish idea's amusing to a certain extent. Sebastian comes up to the carriage door and opens it with a perfectly placed smile. Ciel steps out first and she follows afterward. Her father helps her down which she is grateful for. He closes the door behind her, and she paces after Ciel. Walking behind him while he leads them up to the front doors of the mansion.

"Sebastian, I want you to clean her up. After that, bring me my afternoon tea right away." Ciel orders as her father opens the front door.

Her father puts a hand on his chest, still smiling, "Yes, young master. I shall prepare 'Earl Grey' for this afternoon."

The two men head inside first and she follows to not get left behind. The minute her foot crosses the threshold, she could not hold back her gasp. This place was so big! She spins around in spot in awe of the lavish design and spaciousness of the whole room. Ciel walks upstairs leaving them behind to go relax.

Her father stands by her side, seeming annoyed more than anything. Frowning, she grabs his tailcoat and tugs slightly. He peers down at her with an irritated glance, but his expression doesn't bother her one bit; her real father has given her worse. He sighs lowly and ends up picking her up again, holding her against his chest. Her real father never picked her up before, so it felt amazing for him to do this for her.

She smiles happily as he leads them down a hallway. Eventually, her father stops at a door and opens it. What she finds sits inside the room is a bathtub and a sink. Her old home did not even have a washroom. In order to clean herself, she had to dump cold water onto herself from a metal pale. She marvels the sight of the bathtub, wondering if the water is warm like other's say. Will it really cure aches in the muscles? She wonders as her father sets her down on the floor.

He begins to start the tub; she watches in fascination as water sprouts from the tap. He dumps some colored liquid inside, and she watches as bubbles form above the water. She paces up to the edge of the tub in disbelief.

"Bubbles!" Adreana exclaims while watching them float elegantly.

Sebastian turns toward the little girl in deep thought, "Can you undress yourself?" he asks.

She nods, wanting to take this bath more than ever. She grabs her torn up dress and takes it off her quickly. She has a feeling her new father was not a patient man; nothing she was not used to already. He picks her up again and sets her into the tub gently. A warm sensation sloshes against her skin. Blushing from the heat, she cups the bubbles into her hands.

She giggles shrilly like any little girl, "Papa, I've never had a bath before. Not even with bubbles!"

He sweat drops and stares at his gloves in thought again, "I see," he hums slightly. "Let's get you clean, shall we?"

She nods exherbently, wanting to get all the filth off her. Her father dumps water over her head with a glass that was nearby. She squeezes her eyes shut as he does. The warm water felt amazing, she never wanted to get out of it. A sweet scent hits her nose that reminds her of honey. Peeking an eye open, she finds his gloves soaked with water and an orange-brown liquid in his hand.

"Papa, why are your gloves on?" Adreana asks curiously.

He smirks slightly and rubs the liquid together in both his hands, creating some soapy bubbles. "Do not worry about it."

She hums and he begins to rub the soap into her tangled hair. He works it into her scalp, and she groans at the feeling. It felt so good! She scoops the bubbly water with her hands; she blows the bubbles into the air with a giggle. She could do this all day; her new favorite is bath time now.

Suddenly, he puts his hand over her eyes as he dumps warm water a couple of times of her head. He moves it away afterward and she blinks slightly. Continuing to play with the bubbles, she pokes at them aimlessly.

"I'm sorry..." Adreana mumbles guiltily to him.

His eyes widen a bit in surprise, "What for?"

Sighing, she messes with the water below her nervously, "I know that you don't want to care for me. So, I'm sorry again for mistaking you for my real father and putting you in this spot."

He sits still, staring blankly at her. She squirms under his gaze till he eventually looks away with a sigh, "Do not worry about it. Just spend the rest of your days here with as much joy as you can muster."

She smiles warmly with a nod, "Mhm!"

To two of them don't talk for the rest of the bath time. She let him wash her at his own pace because she did not want to make him mad. She hopes she can a bit happy while being here. "Will I help around the mansion?" she asks when he pulls out a white fluffy towel.

She stands up in the tub and he helps her out. Setting her down he begins to dry off her hair and body with some concentration, "I am not sure what the young master wishes. Besides what could you do?" he asks.

He wraps the towel around her figure afterward and unplugs the tub, "I used to do chores at my old home. It was always dirty, so I would try to mop the floors, sweep, dust, and do the dishes whenever I could." she points out with a hum.

Her real father was a lazy man and the house was always disgusting. Not to mention the number of times he has hurled onto the floor or peed on it when drunk. Her face scrunches up, remembering the times she had to clean that up.

Sebastian stares at the little girl a bit impressed, she appears to be only five years old. He heads to the door and opens it; he can hear her wet feet slapping against the tile as she follows behind. He leads them to his bedroom and opens the door for her. He did not know what his master plans on using the little girl for. But he shall hold her in his room for the time being as his master did not clarify much for this matter. He must speak to him when he serves him tea.

She walks in with curious brown eyes, "Is this your bedroom?" she asks.

He closes the door after he enters and walks over to his closet, "Yes."

When he opens the closet doors, a chorus of meows could be heard from it. This piques her interest automatically and walks over to him while holding the towel around her body. Peering inside the closet door, she finds a bunch of kitties of all different colors squabbling around.

"Kitties!" she exclaims as a small blush dusts her cheeks. She sticks her hand inside cautiously and a couple of them sniff it, "Papa, why are there kitties in your closet?" she asks with a hint of excitement.

"The young master is allergic to them. So, I keep them in here. Do you like cats?" he asks, a faint blush covering his own cheeks as he bends down to pet one.

She nods quickly with a giggle as one licks her hand, "Yes! Cats are so cute! They always kept me company in the alleys."

He chuckles for once and that surprises her slightly, "I agree that cats are adorable."

She smiles warmly, happy to find something in common with her new father. He gets up with a sad sigh because he must continue his work. He grabs one of this white dress shirts and shuts the closet doors when she finally stopped petting one of the cats. "I have nothing for you to wear, please use one of my shirts till I can find some appropriate clothing for you." he continues with a slight frown.

Adreana lets him take the towel off her form and he slides the shirt over her head. He helps guide her arms through the holes also. His dress shirt was so long it went all the way down to her feet, dragging slightly. She laughs a little and flails her arms around as the sleeves dangle past her hands.

"I must go make the young master's tea now. Please stay here for the meantime till I come back." he explains.

He was out the door before she could comment further. She frowns a little and walks up to the stand-up mirror in his room. She has never seen herself appear this clean before. Running a hand through her damp hair, she watches it simply fall back around her face. Was it always this long? Then again, it was usually matted up so she could not tell. It almost dangles down the end of her back. She could not find a brush anywhere and decides to run her fingers through her hair to act as a comb.

As she did so, a yawn escapes past her lips. Her eyes drift over to the comfy looking bed. She slouches over to it and attempts to get onto it. Her legs were so small though and it was difficult to get on top. The blankets make her grip slip ever so. She backs away from the bed, all the way to the door. She runs at it full speed and jumps before she hits the bed. She lands on it with a yelp as her heartbeat races in her ears.

Happy to have got on top, she flops down onto it with a tired sigh. This bed felt way nicer than the cold hard floor of her hovel and alley. She scoots up to the pillow while still on her back and smiles when her head sinks into it. Hopefully, her father won't mind if she rests on his bed. She was really tired so; she hopes he understands. Letting out another yawn, she snuggles deeper into the pillow and falls asleep.

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Sebastian stood in front of his master as he drinks the tea he prepared not long ago. He glares at him, not relenting in its heat.

Ciel catches on and a tick mark settles at his temple, "What is it? Spit it out."

"I don't understand the need to bring a child into all of this." he voices his disapproval.

Ciel sets the teacup back onto the plate with a 'clink'. "Are you that bothered by it?"

His glare intensifies, his demon eyes flashing in response, "This is not a wise decision, young master. That child will slowly corrupt if near us and our affair's."

Ciel shrugs nonchalantly and leans back in his chair, "So what? It's not my problem, I gave her the option to come with us or not."

Sebastian sighs at his master's cruel words, "This little girl does not know the difference nor would any child around her age. I do not wish to deal with such issues when they arise either."

His young master tosses him his own glare, "It must bother you so much to complain. Are you going to deny my orders and put the contract at risk?"

"No, young master. I am simply voicing my opinion on the matter." Sebastian replies with a blank stare and a deep bow.

"Good, now, go care for your 'daughter'."

Sebastian bows once more with a final glare in Ciel's direction. Honestly, this brat before me stirs more trouble than the servants sometimes. At least with the servants, he can fix the things they break, unlike with a little girl who needs love, care, and reassurance.

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Sebastian walks further down the hallway back his bedroom after his master dismissed him. He arrives at his door and opens it slowly. It was rather quiet inside, but once the door was fully opened; he found Adreana sleeping on top of his bed.

She was curled into a ball position, curled into herself. It reminded him of the cats when they sleep soundly. He could hear tiny snores erupt from the human child's mouth. Closing the door softly behind him, he walks into the room more. Coming up the bedside, he sits down on the bed with his own tired sigh. The little girl didn't even budge at the movement. He forgets how vulnerable humans were when they slept.

He grabs a decorative blanket at the end of the bed and drapes it over her tiny body. She shuffles slightly in her spot, but he could hear her heartbeat not change; telling him the action did not wake her up. The little girl was a pure soul he could tell as he watches her soul waft off her form. Though there were subtle hints of darkness at the bay from her past. Whenever she mentions her father, she hints at him with disgust and resentment.

It puzzles him how her soul has not been affected as much. It would seem to this day and forward, he better get used to acting like a human father. He did not even understand the concept of fatherhood in general as demons do not have the ability to create another living being due to damnation.

Maybe he should read a couple of texts on it?