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Somewhere in present day London, a young blue-haired boy wakes up to the realization that today is his first day of eighth grade; at a new school. The boy rises, and calls out for his grandfather for help.           “Ciel, it wouldn’t hurt too awful to at least try and learn how to do these things on your own. As a matter of fact, you should be learning these things. I won’t be around forever young Ciel,” the old man said to the bluenette, upon pulling up the boys socks.  “And now that you’re reaching your teen years, dressing and cooking for yourself is basic stamp of living. I know it’s a fairly t