He's been inside all day.

He'd like to go out and play.

But what will his parents say?

He got punished back in May.

So he must stay.

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"Ciel, come down for supper, honey!" was the gentle female's voice that awoke him from his dreams. Or Nightmares. He can't tell, really.
Hybrids's aren't suppose to dream; as he's been told.

But he can. Despite having cat ears and a tail, he feels more human than others like his kind.

He doesn't want to obey all the orders given to him. He doesn't want to be 'Ciel Phantomhive', the boy who tripped over a tree branch in the backyard, and snapped his neck. He is a Hybrid. A Cat Hybrid. He can catch himself if he falls.

He always does.

"Alright, mother!" he calls, moving the joins in his knees to stand. Tail flickering back and forth, slate hair and furry feline ears lay back.

Another day, another biscuit.

If I'm good enough, will mother and father let me out?

"There you are," said a much more domineering voice. Ciel looks up to the tall man that physically looks similar to himself, but not.

Not like a normal father and son should.

"I am here, father," he says with a polite smile. Vincent, his father, smiles brightly and pets Ciel's ears back. It feels nice, the pets and the praise, but he must refrain from purring. He is a son. Not a pet.

But he was meant to do nothing, like a pet. Only smile sweetly and cuddle his owner(s). Like all the other Hybrids. But he can do things, but this? It's to much. Forced to be born for them. He was breed for them.

Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive are nice. They miss their only son, Ciel Phantomhive.

That son was lost.

Lucky for them they could breed a Hybrid to look like their dead son.

To act like.

To be like.

To live like.

"Sleep well?" The elder male asks, leading the two into the dinning room. The room was large and grand in lavish cherry oak, expensive silks inported from India covered the table; used like worthless tissues.

Wealth was a second languages to these people.

He must make it his, as well.

"I slept well, father,".

He is the replacement son.

And like a son, he is under a home of rules.

The biggest rule was: DONT LEAVE THE HOUSE.

Surrounded by nothing but forests, what could go wrong?

...

He was wrong

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