I don't own Kuroshitsuji. All rights go to Yana Toboso.
Warning: Yaoi, sorry Mother.
Insanity, from both the characters and me. What was going through my head I have no clue. I guess I was just itching to write some good SebaxCiel.
This could not be happening.
Not me.
Not Ciel Phantomhive.
No.
Never.
Suck it up, Ciel-chan, it is happening. Hahahać
I bit my lip as Ali, the unwelcome inhabitant of my head continued to give me the makings of a migrane. His red hair flew about as he laughed, his orange eyes dancing with childlike mischievousness. He stuffed his hands in his charcoal coloured jacket as he smirked.
My name is Ciel Phantomhive. I'm 13 and apparently insane - though that's merely what that coffee-hooked jerk of a shrink seems to think.
That bastard wrote me of as Schizophrenic with some kind of personality glitch and eating disorder, then whisked me away to this giant excuse for good architecture. He should just go die in a hole.
Much to Ali's delight. He's been trying to be alone with me to mess around with my head.
Awww, I'm so glad you think of me like that, Ciel-tann, that I make you unable to think straight, in both ways if ya know what I mean! I'm touched! Ali's musical laugh was so... irratating!
"Be quiet, Ali. Damn pervert." I grumbled.
"Ciel? Ah, d-don't speak to the voice. It'll just make it worse."
I scowled at my so called 'qualified' shrink. He looked quite frail in his slightly baggy, dull clothes, with a blazer that tried and failed to look professional. As always; he had a flask of coffee in hand, brows creased, and was sitting a little tense in his wheelchair - even though he doesn't even need the thing. I learnt that the hard way when I first tried to run away from him, ignorantly believing the man wouldn't be too hard to get by.
Never been pinned down with an arm behind my back so fast in my life.
Anyway, Ali rudely interrupted my musings. Don't listen to him Ciel. He doesn't understand.
"You're the one that doesn't understand, you lower being. I'd shoot you, but I'd rather not shoot myself. Don't think that would help me on the I'm-not-insane-so-get-off-my-back front, now would it(!)"
Oh yeah? Well, guess who's superior? I can cause you the pain times ten, with no damage to myself!
"Bastard, you wouldn't."
Watch me~
"Why you..." I shook my fist angrily. I was on the verge of starting a (most likely losing) fight with Ali, when I was pulled back to reality. We had already entered the intimidating building, and a well practised nurse, clad in a light pink uniform began introducing herself by the reception desk.
"Hello, Ciel? My name is Nurse Elizabeth, but you can call me Nurse Lizzie." She smiled, and her blonde, curled pigtails swayed as she did. "I'm going to need you to change into these scrubs since we don't allow what you have on here, is that okay?" I noticed she ended most of her sentences with a question, and spoke as if she were conversing with a young child. Did I look intimidated by her? I frowned, and looked down at myself. I was wearing a black and blue long-sleeved shirt with my favourite band on - Contract&Order - as well as drainpipe grey jeans, which allowed two studded belts with chains to drape around my waist. On my feet I wore simple black trainers, and on my finger was a bright blue ring. Apart from the belts, and perhaps my ring, there wasn't really a problem. Did I really have to change entirely? Throwing the the nurse a flat look, I grabbed the scrubs from her rather roughly, and she pointed to a small cubicle for changing. There was only a curtain for the separator - it was understandable that they couldn't have patients locking themselves in.
I took a little longer than I had to, savouring this last moment of privacy. Just as I stepped out, we were setting off walking past some of the other loonies on the way to my own 'cell'. Of course my idiot shrink is still hovering. Why is he so nervous? Should I be nervous?
My thought was forgotten as I heard an annoying scream from one of the cells.
"Claude! Claude! Where are you?!" Monophobia? I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't fret. Here, your Highness." Schizotypal? Hmm, interesting.
"Ah, what a relief." I shivered as we finished walking past an obviously crazy blond kid who looked about a year older than me and some eccentric older guy with dark hair, who looked like he was heading to a ball or something as stupid as that. Was that even allowed? Surely the tie at least would be classed as 'dangerous', right? Ali shrugged.
I like that blond guy. I think we will get along. He seems like he'd be up for a laugh.
"In that case I know for sure that I will detest him, Ali." I mumbled.
The shrink gave me another concerned look. He probably knows for sure now I'm not taking the medicine he prescribed. Ha, as if he actually cared. Ali warned me it was poison. I had kept staring at the pills, psyching myself up, when they grew mould and crumbled. Ali may be stupid most of the time, but he knows about food. What not to eat, which was practically everything. But I saw, with my own eyes! it was rank! Pizza, coffee, tea, even sweets, poison, the lot.
We passed a couple more. There was:
A brunette guy with an obsession with his glasses, constantly talking about how he hated demons. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was a nut-case.
A guy, at least I think so, with bright red hair, and an obsession with the colour as it seemed. And if I thought the first guy was odd, this guy/lady was even worse! S/he seemed to love the idea of cutting everything to bits with a 'death scythe', and as an added bonus... Turrets. The Lady/Man was possessed!
A woman who was similar to the previous guy. However, she had short red hair, and a large bust that seemed almost cartoon like. I blushed lightly as she tilted her hat to me, red of course.
We soon passed a retired undertaker, who held a doll that looked scarily human-like. He told jokes to it, holding it carefully, sweetly. His laugh was enough to send chills down my spine. A dangerous level of insanity was evident.
A man, who declared himself as Lau to the wall, kept asking the wall information about his Castle. filled with, as he so wonderfully put it, 'Babes'. After a few seconds, he introduced himself again to the wall, repeating the question. Great. A parrot.
Oh Joy. How bloody fantastic.
Awwww~ Come now, I'm sure you'll warm up to him after he's been so friendly several times. I could tell Ali smirked.
"No thanks." I scoffed, a little too quickly.
And finally, a seemingly empty cell. Phew I get to be alone.
Suddenly, as if to spite me, a shadow moved, and I was greeted by a looming figure that hovered for a few seconds, then darted away to the corner of the 'cell' like a bird of prey.
" Ah , wo nd er fu l. A de li ci ou s lo ok in g so ul ha s fi na ll y be en da ng le d in to my ca ge . I al wa ys lo ve it wh en yo u hu ma ns de ci de to fe ed th e ca rn iv or ou s mo ns te rs lu rk in g in th is pl ac e."
A voice that clearly hinted malice, was as smooth as silk, but as dangerous like a cat. At this thought, I was forced to recall the first time I had come into contact with a cat. I cringed.
Never again.
I decided just to ignore and avoid and ignore this insane prisoner.
But, due to my luck, God wasn't about to let that happen.
"Ciel. His name is Sebastian. He is on precaution, just like you, so he's going to be your roommate. Well you're free to settle in for today. I'm going to go over the rules tomorrow morning, okay?" Nurse Elizabeth said softly, before gliding away.
.. . . Murphy's Law.
Ali was practically doing cartwheels at my misfortune. Yay! This guy looks like he knows how to have a good time! He yelled excitedly, making my ears and head in general hurt. I groaned inaudibly.
"You can't be serious." I gasped - I was a little dizzy from Ali. I swayed a little.
This could not be happening.
Not me.
Not Ciel Phantomhive.
No.
Never.
A/N: Obviously, Ciel being the cocky 13 year old he is, he thinks he can dress all emo-like and pretend to be all grown up. He should accept that he is a small child that is kawaii and enjoy the finer things- chocolate, popcorn games and juice-boxes!
Sebastian is about 17 in this, because it would be kind of weird if he was any older *shudders*
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