He was falling
A little boy with dark blue eyes, and midnight blue hair
He was sinking,
Sinking down into the water.
A gloved hand rips through his chest,
And his once blue eyes open as blood red.
It had been two years since the…incident with Alois and Claude. And that wanton demon Hannah. Ciel sighed. Being a demon wasn't so bad, but he felt…guilty. Guilty that Sebastian would have to serve him for all eternity. But at the same time he was angry. Sebastian was no longer testing Ciel, or trying to get the best of him. No longer did Sebastian wear a devious smirk or a devilish smile. Ciel sighed again, as the rain fell against the window.
Sebastian really did hate Ciel. Before Ciel was turned into a demon, Sebastian had almost grown fond of his bratty little lord. Almost. But now, how could he? Ciel had nothing to give to Sebastian anymore. His soul was gone. Sebastian never even got a little taste. All the wasted years…hm. A bell rang. Sebastian sighed and went to see what the demon fledgeling wanted now.
"You requested me, My Lord?" Sebastian said, only half-heartedly. Ciel glared up at him. "I'm sick of this, Sebastian." Sebastian cocked his head to the side, really unsure of what Ciel was talking about. "Sick of what Young Master?" "This!", Ciel hissed, "I'm sick of…" Ciel trailed off as he stared out the window. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, waiting for Ciel to finish. "I'm just tired of you not showing any emotions anymore." Sebastian was taken aback for a second. Ciel looked up at Sebastian. Ciel dismissed Sebastian so he could think. Ciel felt guilty-really guilty. He smirked as his plan started forming. "Sebastian." Sebastian was back at Ciel's side. "I am hungry," Ciel lied, "Fetch me a soul." Sebastian nodded. "Yes, My Lord." Sebastian left, and so did Ciel soon after.
Ciel really just wanted Sebastian gone so he could think. What was he going to do? He wanted the old Sebastian back. He would do anything. Then, he saw it. Ciel wasn't stupid. He knew Sebastian wanted him dead. Sebastian had told him that as a demon fledgeling he could still die. He lifted the abandoned pistol from the ground. It was cold and smooth against his milky skin. He let go of everything, held the gun to his chest, and pulled the trigger.
Sebastian's eyes widened. He was approaching a girl who looked about the same age as Ciel with dark skin and curly dark brown hair, when something felt…wrong. He froze. "Bocchan…" He was out of that alley faster than the little girl could turn around to see him. Sebastian saw a crowd gathered around something. A child, maybe? That's when he heard, "It looks like he just shot himself…" Sebastian's eyes widened. Oh no. Ciel's life flashed before him. Oh how he missed Meirin, Bardroy, Finny, he even missed Elizabeth. He opened his eyes as far as he could, and saw the blood all around him. Coating his button-up shirt, and lacing his fingers. It reminded him of his dead Aunt Red. Suddenly, he saw- who else? - but his butler, clad in black, pushing through the civilians to get to him. But, before Sebastian reached him, his world faded to black. "Se..bas..tian…"