He called the me beautiful - Kuroshitsuji Ciel X Sebastian X Alois oneshot
Alois stared at the small boy, hiding the envy he wwould always feel, he would never get rid of. Ciel stared at him, fury in his eyes. "Atone iwth your life, you rat!" And he grabbed Alois's shirt collar. Alois saw the angony in his eyes, for an instant. It was enough.
"Kill me. Find out what my life means to me, Ciel. If I am killed by you, a blessing it shall be. Promise." Alois's eyes were as solemn as one could get, and Ciel grabbed the sword and plunged it deep into Alois's ribcage. He did not care anymore, he would not care. Sebastian watched in mocking pity at Alois's fall, knowing Ciel would be scarred, or at least decently exhausted.
[You called me beautiful, and it's not fair]
Sebastian smiled at his young master, hiding the lingering war cries, and the lingering bloodlust. This boy was so young, and yet so old. He was proud to serve such a ruthless, loyal soul, even if only for a moment. Could he ever have another soul as impurely pure as his? No, Sebastian decided. He was a feast worth dying a thousand times for, so easily. Nothing would /ever/ compare, no matter how hard he looked. It woyuld be a shame to destroy what he had created, but it was the only way out anymore. He did not want Ciel forever - he was loyal to him, but in all honesty, he was scared of the life he had created, and the life he had shunned in the process. There was very little to do with the boy, yet ther was a tide of onrushing possiblities. There was /love/ in Ciel, compassion and melancholy, even if the boy would never admit it.
[I would never pull the trigger, but I've cried wolf a thousand times]
Ciel stared at the havoc he had caused. Sebastian was looking at him, with... what, in his eyes, Ciel could not comprehend. Was it disgust, that such a weak human would kill yet another? Ciel forced himself to get up and away from the dead body, and go to his butler. "Sebastian. Let us leave this place. Let us leave, and never remember this stain in our minds." The boy stared at his butler, and Sebastian, the loyal creature that he was, smiled and nodded, heading to the door and opening it for Ciel. Theere was only a dead boy and dead air by the time Ciel got home, to his mansion. To peace and quiet, if only for a moment.
[It's all your fault. You called me beautiful. You turned me out, and now I can't turn back. I hold my breath, because you are perfect. But I'm running out of air, and it's not fair]