Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my first Kuroshitsuji fanfiction and the first fanfiction I've ever wrote of an OTP! I'd like to start off by saying I'm sorry for the emotional pain this story may cause, but I hope you love it all the way to the end. Secondly, I am looking forward to getting hate for the spelling of Grell's name in the fanfiction. I have made he a SHE in this, so to make the name more feminine her name is spelled Grelle. Please do not send reviews in saying that is incorrect or whatever. Thirdly, this is all thanks to my best friend HellsButler. My idea, her plot, my words, her edits. Please read and review!
Because I have to say this, DISCLAIMER! I do not own Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis (my god do I want to), Alois Trancy, Grell Sutcliff, Claude Faustus, or Kuroshitsuji in any way. Please enjoy your stay here at the Phantomhive Manor.
A bored look had placed itself upon the gorgeous face of a young Sebastian Michaelis as his best friend, Ciel Phantomhive rummaged around his bedroom. He leaned back against the wall behind the younger's bed, crossing his arms against his sides and allowed a small yawn to escape his plump, light pink lips.
Though Ciel and Sebastian had known one another since Ciel's birth, a week before the other's first, they had always been friends. Through thick and thin, through sick and health, they had remained by the other's side. They had been inseparable, though neither understood why. They did not necessarily enjoy the same activities, nor did they share any interests, but it never mattered to the two.
As the blue-haired boy continued to fret, cognac eyes rose to Ciel's petite body. His expression gave nothing but thoughtfulness. "Having trouble?" Sebastian asked, a slow, sly smirk spreading across his lips. "You shouldn't be so worried about Alois."
Ciel stopped in the rut he was making in the floorboards of his bedroom, his heterochromatic eyes turning on the elder. "How can I not?!" he practically spat in the other's direction. "He's gorgeous. The way his eyes sparkle, the way that blonde hair just sits perfectly on his angel head."
The hazel eyes flashed a dark vermillion for just a second as Sebastian sat up straighter. "Have you ever thought maybe the angel is masking a demon on the inside?" The words rushed out far too quickly, as Sebastian hadn't even thought what he was going to say. He immediately wished they'd come back into his mouth and down his throat. Though he knew not why, the question had been the result of a slight pang of jealousy.
Hands placed firmly on his frail hips, Ciel stared at Sebastian with contempt. "If you're not going to give me ideas to get him then go home. I'm busy."
"Making dents in the floor? Yes, I can see you're very busy, Ciel." Sebastian rolled his eyes and let a small chuckle seep out of his mouth. "What would you have me do?"
"How should I know? I don't even know what to do myself." Ciel plopped onto the edge of his bed, crossing his arms and pouting like the child he truly was at heart. Sebastian slid to the edge as well, letting his long legs dangle down until his feet finally reached the floor. His arms snaked around Ciel's small waist, another small smile playing at his lips. Ciel immediately sank into his arms, defeated.
"I'll do whatever I can, Ciel." As Sebastian pulled his arms back, Ciel's eyes moved up to rest on his face. A tentative smile spread on his lips and Sebastian gladly returned it.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
Chest rumbling with a hearty laugh, Sebastian grabbed his jacket and backpack from next to Ciel's bed. "Well, if I couldn't get you a date, what kind of best friend would I be?" And with that last note, Sebastian was out the door.
Ciel walked into the school the next morning, bag flung over his right shoulder. His green trousers reached just shy of his knees, a crisp, white, button-down shirt tucked into them, and a green jacket clinging to his body. Yes, the uniform was uncomfortable and itchy, but it was wear it or get detention. And no, Ciel did not want detention… Again.
He approached his locker like every other morning, but to his surprise Sebastian was nowhere in sight. He opened his locker and began preparing for the day, a couple of yawns leaving his mouth every so often. As he shut the door, Sebastian was just approaching him, running at top speed. As he came to a halt to stand in front of the boy, Sebastian leaned over and braced his knees while panting from the sprint he'd just endured.
"I got you…" Catching his breath finally and looking up with a wide and excited smile, Sebastian continued, "I got you a date with Alois."
Ciel's eyes went wide and his jaw went slack. "Y-You…? HOW?!"
Sebastian laughed hard, expecting this reaction from him. "Ciel, I'm one hell of a friend. I can do anything, so long as you wish it."
Ciel was so thrilled he actually hugged Sebastian, tightly holding him for a good minute and a half. "Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me. I owe you, like a ton." Ciel pulled away with the grin still stretching his baby cheeks. "When am I to meet him?"
"He said he will come to you, sometime today. Probably at lunch." Sebastian shrugged.
Interrupting the beautiful moment between the two friends, sneaky little arms found themselves around Sebastian's waist as a high-pitched squeal rang through their ears. Sebastian's eyes widened as he realized he had been trapped by the little devil. He turned around and found himself looking down slightly into the glowing golden-emerald eyes of Grelle Sutcliff. Her fiery red hair reached the slender waist she always forced to shrink so she practically looked like a barbie doll, while bangs framed the petite face that held red glasses, perched on the bridge of her slender nose. A smile was placed on lips that were dyed the color of blood by lipstick only a whore would wish to wear. Though her uniform was also the same grassy green as Ciel and Sebastian's, she had spiced it up with a lovely maroon scarf around her slink neck. Unlike Ciel's knee-length trousers or Sebastian's own green pants, Grelle wore a green mini-skirt, as did every other girl in the school.
Unwrapping himself from her arms, Sebastian took a step back toward Ciel and smiled politely. "Grelle," he said with a sigh of utter annoyance. "I see you've found me, yet again."
"Oh, Bassy!" she exclaimed, putting her fists under her chin and jutting her ass out behind her. Her lips formed into a pout and her voice cooed at him. "Since when have you tried hiding from me? Our love is obviously a force not even the Devil himself could break! Besides, it's no use hiding when you're always with this brat." She stood straight once more and waved her little hand at Ciel, as if to address him.
"This brat is standing right here!" Ciel cried, stomping one of his feet. "And if you're going to continue insulting me, I'm sure I know a way to shut you up!"
Sebastian put a hand on Ciel's chest, rolling his eyes. "Grelle, if you've had enough taunting for the day, I think it best you head in the direction of your first period."
Grelle pouted once more, eyes blazing with delight as her 'Bassy' noticed her. "Do tell me I'll see you in theatre after lunch today, Bassy. It's the highlight of my day." She turned around as if to walk off, but turned back slightly. "I heard a little rumor we'll be practicing Shakespeare and I do believe I'll be picking you as my partner." She blew a kiss in his direction, making Sebastian gag a little. "Til then, my darling Bassy." With that, she ran off.
Ciel made a gagging motion, making Sebastian laugh slightly. "Come on, let's get to class or we'll be late," Ciel said, a small smile on his face.