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Chapter 1
It was warm, that night.
I didn't know why it was—why he chose a warm, sun-filled day, to die, but he did nonetheless.
It was a Thursday, and ever since then, I had disliked Thursdays. They were on a walk, back from the park that they'd gone to to play hide and seek with Lizzy—who'd run away when she was found, hopefully back to the Phantomhive or Midford household.
So it was Sebastian and me, only, walking together, that day. Sebastian, despite being only sixteen, towered over my twelve year old self, though we were tied at levels of intimidation: I was small and delicate, sure, but my blue eyes held something unruly, and my stride was one of confidence. Sebastian was tall, and full of lean muscle, and gave off a creepy sort of air, wirh red-brown eyes like melted chocolate, sparkling in the sun.
It was the afternoon, and the scents of food were filling the neighbourhood—it was the kind of town were everybody knew each-other, and occasionally, people would call out to one of them, talking about homework or horses or dates. Okay, that last one was from Grell, the redheaded fourteen year old obsessed with Sebastian (he said, a very polite, "No.").
They were in the district of unfilled houses, newly freed of construction, when it happened.
Sebastian was balancing on the very edge of the sidewalk, wobbly, and I was a few feet away, watching amusedly. We were both silent. Then.
Sebastian fell, stumbling out onto the road; a truck, a cobalt blue Ford. When the Ford saw him, it seemed to speed up. Sebastian barely had time to look up with wide eyes, before the truck hit him.
I was staring, as the Ford sped away, not stopping a second.
They . . . they hit him, I thought dazedly. Then. THEY HIT HIM!
It ripped through my body, the thought. My internal Danger Sensor flared on, and I jumped off the curb.
Sebastian wasn't moving. But when I dropped down next to him, his arm lifted, trembling heavily, and it rested on my cheek. "Ciel," he struggled, jerking my face to face his. "I love you . . . bocchan." Bocchan? I love you?
But then he kissed me. When he pulled back, limply, dead, I looked right into his eyes.
"I will avenge you." I told him, then put my hand on his heart. "Watashi wa anata ni eien ni aishite, Sebastian."
That was "I love you forever, Sebastian." in Japanese. Review!