"Alright, I'm up for it. Sure." you said as Meirin asked you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Now, you knew what this game is all about. And you weren't scared of having a little bit fun.

Meirin let out a loud 'OHHHH' in surprise by your willingness to play. Soon, that got Bard and Finny doing the same thing. It wasn't a big deal. You were practically dying of boredom.

"R-Really, _______?! You'd do that?" Finny asked, making sure you weren't kidding at all.

"Um.. Yeah, I mean... How bad could it be?" You replied.

"Now, that's the spirit! Without any fear of the uncertain!" Bard came in, shoving a bag of random stuff in front of you.

You giggled at how high Bard thought of you and plunged your arm into the bag. You wasted no time in feeling around for something interesting. As you were to grab on something that feels like a comb, something caught your hand. It was so sudden and unexpected that you quickly pulled your hand back upon instinct.

You were surprised as you saw a small toy arm that was clutching your finger as if it was alive. It loosens its grip as soon as your fingers lightly touched it. You held the small arm gently with your thumb and index finger and held it up for everyone to see.

"Ooh! I wonder who that is!" Finny exclaimed, playfully pushing Bard out of his way.

"You mean you guys don't know?" You asked, eyeing your chosen item. It was weird since, like, the item chose YOU instead.

You didn't notice Ciel's presence behind you and his voice took you by surprise. "Sebastian, please tell me it's not who I think it is..."

"But, sire, he's part of the entertainment programme," Sebastian chuckled at his master's annoyance. "He might as well come, being amusing and all..."

"Amusing as he may be, he still almost got me killed...."

"Oh, don't be surprised, my lord," Sebastian smirked, pouring his master a cup of tea. "Almost every villain in England has all but dreamed you dead."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Take at it however you wish," with that, as Sebastian gave the cup to Ciel, he whispered in his ear, "As long as I have your soul in the end, then everything would be fine."

The room suddenly got intense as the two figures conversed. No one said a word as Ciel took sips of his Earl Grey tea. You still had no clue of who you're gonna spend seven minutes with.

"Well, whoever it is, I'm sure he's very..." You eyed the toy arm once again. "Childish?"

You placed the toy arm down on an empty table right beside the closet door. You took a deep breath, letting all anxiety out. Meirin managed to shout some words of encouragement before you go into the unknown.

"G-GOOD LUCK, _________!!"

"Thanks, Meirin!" You replied but wasn't sure if it escaped your lips since you were so nervous on who lies behind this door. But before you even touched the doorknob, the door slowly creaked open.

Everyone held their breaths and Meirin couldn't help but shriek as the door opened on its own. You stood rooted to the spot as the door continued to show the dark confines of the closet. No one seemed to be inside. At least for a while since two purple, glossy eyes started to appear from the far end of the darkness.

You could feel the figure smiling in the dark as the eyes now squinted into small slits, noticing your presence. You felt fear in the deepest pits of your gut and as the eyes got closer, you got the sudden urge to look behind you to see if anyone could help you overcome your 'paralyzed' predicament.

To your surprise, you were surrounded by darkness and the door was already closed behind you. Now as you began to turn around, you can't help but feel that someone's breathing down your neck. Your heartbeat quickened and soon, your head finally started turning towards the figure.

"BOO!" The figure shouted, breaking into a laugh as you screamed. In that moment as he was laughing, a candle lit up behind him. A beautiful man with orange hair dressed in yellow and purple greeted your eyes.

Still overwhelmed with fear, he decides to lighten up the mood by erupting a cute bunch of confetti in your face which causes you to back away in defense, stumbling down in the process.

"P-Please! S-Stop!" You pleaded, shutting your eyes, hoping he wouldn't kill you or anything. To you, he's probably just a psycho who finds joy in other people's fear.

Suddenly, you felt warm and there was silence. You felt secure all of a sudden. You opened your eyes to see the figure hugging you. He was shaking, to your surprise. Something in him changed. Something that took your fear from him away.

"Don't say that," he started, hugging you tightly, his tone more serious now. "You remind me of my brothers and sisters back home...."

There was something about him that attracted you. May it be his face, or mysterious aura. You can't help but wonder about his past now.

He started stroking your hair lovingly. It was as if he was doing that to someone else for a very long time that it didn't bother him at all that he was doing it to another stranger. The candle he started behind him soothed the both of you and soon, your arms encircled him as well.

Just as you were about to actually get comfortable, you noticed his right arm was missing which was replaced by a skeleton arm. At first glance it might have been enough to make you scream again but there was something sad about it that made you change your mind.

It had a depressing aura about it. It was like nothing was psychotic about this guy. He was just.... Misunderstood. It made you want to cry just by thinking about what happened to him.

"Look," you finally started, breaking away from the hug and holding him from an arm's length away. He had a serious and mellow look in his eyes. "I don't know what happened to you but I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry," he replied, putting a smile on his face. "It's not your fault."

It was obviously a fake smile and as a woman, this is clearly a sign that someone's NOT alright.

"Now, milady," he said, going back to the subject. "What trick would you like be to d--"

You didn't let him continue as your lips connected with his. It was as if a magnetic force dragged you to him. And this time, you felt like you have to. And as you did, you swear you saw flashes of images.

Images of despair, torture and misery. You broke away, feeling the tears in your eyes form.

"Like I said," he was going back to his sad form. "It's not your fault."

"And it's not yours either."

With that, all you wanted to do is make him forget. Even for just a little while, you wanted to make him happy. You aligned both of your lips once more but this time, he finally reacted. He kissed you back with such passion, it was as if he meant it with all the years he worked for the sake of his family.

His skeleton arm held your waist tightly, not letting go for a single second. He needed this kiss. Badly. All those years. They need to let him go. Your hands went up from his neck to his hair, calming him from all the stress. He broke away, smiling at you as your eyes continue to well up with tears from this man.

"Thank you, _________" he said, startling you a bit since he knows your name. "For sympathizing with me."

His words seem to echo at some point. He started to cry as he kisses your forehead one more time. The candlelight started to flicker dramatically and without you knowing it, you could feel his touch lighten. His figure slowly began to fade back into the darkness. You tried your best to grab him back or pretend you were just dreaming. But now you wanted him. You don't want him to leave.

You closed your eyes shut, thinking that when you open them again, he'll be right here in front of you again. It broke your heart that he just left you like that. You felt empty again. When you opened your eyes, you were back in the living room.

"R-Really, _______?! You'd do that?!" Finny asked, the same way he did before.

Now Bard was just about to give you the bag of stuff. You were back in time seven minutes ago. It was impossible. Everything felt so real.

"What's the matter, _______?" Bard asked, noticing you turning pale all of a sudden.

You felt something strange in your palm. You opened it and the toy arm you thought you picked a while back was still in your hand. You felt your tears well up again and in the corner of your eye, you saw Sebastian pouring Ciel his tea.

Not answering Bard's question, you ran towards the two, hoping to get some answers as to who you supposedly spent your seven minutes in.

"Who was that?!" You asked, desperate.

"Who?" Sebastian wondered, giving the cup to Ciel.

"The man I just spent my seven minutes with just now!"

"I don't understand but you haven't actually played yet..."

"Maybe you were just imagining it." Ciel butted in, sipping his tea cordially.

"But.... It felt so... Real."

Sebastian smiled, curiosity filling up his mind. "Describe the man for me."

"O-Orange hair... Yellow bow tie.... Purple cape with gold ends... Black and white shirt... And a.. Tear drop on his left eye." Even though you were only with him for a while, your mind captured his image so vividly, you remembered him even to the nearest detail.

"Hmm, any other description?" Sebastian continued to ask.

"Yes," you remembered. "He has a skeleton for his right arm."

There was silence for a moment. Meirin, Bard and Finny gasped in fear at your description but now, he looks stunning in your eyes. Ciel seems to have stopped drinking his tea and placed it down on Sebastian's tray.

"________," Ciel finally spoke. "That man died on the 9th of February a year ago."

A chill ran down your spine. It didn't matter if he was a ghost. It was just that it still felt so real. You just wanted to go back in time to see him when he was still alive. Maybe then, you could've saved him from his misery.

Then you remembered his words.

'Thank you for sympathizing with me.'

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