#phantomhive--ciel

It was afternoon, the sun sinking towards the horizon cast a dying golden glow on the world, forcing the woman who was behind the wheel of a car to don sunglasses as she drove slowly, window round down as she peered out the window. Dyed dark blue hair twirled in the soft breeze as she pulled over to the curb, and got out, a faint scowl across her face as she locked the car, military boots crunching over grass and leaves as she made her way to the playground which was half covered with trees.

"Ben!" She called, cupping her hands about her mouth. "Ben c'mout you bugger. This isn't time for games or any of your friends." She ignored the looks she attained from passerbys, jogging about the playground, looking for the familiar coat or scarf or shirt the boy loved to wear. Charlotte stomped about, peering between trees before finally spotting the youngster sitting on a bench.

"C'mon. Home now." She bent over the bench, peering at the boy who jumped, dropping the book and pencil in his hands.

"C-Charlo-otte!" The youngster's voice jumped an octave as he spun to face his nanny, who arched a brow.

"I was waiting at school for you. Spent all afternoon looking for you."

"S-Sorry! I got-t uhm...ah..." Charlotte nodded slowly, rolling her eyes.

"We're going home. Pick up your stuff." She hoisted his bag off the bench beside him and slung it over her back, her charge scurrying to pick up his fallen items and to follow her.

Twenty minutes later, the boy was bickering and his nanny was attempting to compromise and deal with the situation. Either way, neither were paying attention to the road, until Charlotte glanced, swore in Italian, and slammed her foot on the brake.

"Did I miss him?" She peered over the dash with a grimace, eyes searching the road in front.

"W-what?" Benjamin took his seat belt off, clambered into the front seat and pressed his face against the windshield.