Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji belogs to Yana Toboso. I don´t make money with this fic.

Author´s note: This fic is also avaliable (and finished) in spanish as "El rey del juego"

Thanks to Gemini in tauro for the translation of the first chapter.

Thanks to Lissette18 for making the next chapters translation´s possible! Enjoy!


He's falling.

He had been thrown from one of the balconies and he was falling. Sebastian follows right behind him, in a poor attempt of saving him from the mortal impact. So useless. Undertaker's big death scythe gets through him from side to side and it isn't his hands that touch him, but his blood. A demon's blood.

Ciel can feel the nausea rising up in his throat, the powerful attraction of gravity over his body and the inevitable fear over death's proximity.

This time, there is nothing that can get in between him and the abysm and he is falling.

When?

When did he truly start to fall?

Was it in that ship, thrown by the force of Undertaker's grip?

Or perhaps was it before even…?

His hand was gripping another darker, almost intangible one. Demoniac. His mouth uttering cursed words and his body sealed by the contract. His life was forever bound by the constant presence of a black butler…

Was it there when his fall begun?

No.

He cannot deny it any longer. The floor is getting closer and he cannot lie when the end is that close to him.

His fall begun even before that. Much prior to meeting the demon. Prior to his family's murder, prior to the kidnapping, before…


He was so happy. Mom and dad had the servants work on the Christmas decoration. The smell of food filled him. The gifts were worth the best toys' fabricant in all England. Everybody was laughing and enjoying the holidays. He was loved, he was especial, he could have whatever he wished for, anything, but...

"He'll be someday head of the Phantomhive household." His mother had said that particular day, with the warmest of smiles.

They were identical, in body, in thoughts, everything in them was identical, and he loved his brother as though he was part of himself. However that day…

A gap made its way between them. Just one of them would be heir. Heir of a title he did not care, that never would he give it a day… and now it was a barrier in between them, in a bottomless abysm that sooner or later would end up separating them.

He didn't want that. He didn't want to be separated from his brother. He loved him. He loved him so much. And they knew that…

That horrible man that had kidnapped them, even though he knew of the love they had for each other. He had seen them in a party his father had thrown. He had followed their very movement, their interactions and then…

Then he acted on them.

The dungeon was so small it provoked him claustrophobia. So many children inside it. He had always been afraid of darkness, but back then, his brother had been by his side. His brother, who whispered calming words to his ear, who looked forward to keep him calm, even after the screams, the odor blood brought and his very own fear…

"Bring the Earl of Phantomhive!" Someone had ordered and for a second he thought that it was his father who they called for.

Your father is dead, you saw him. A voice inside him said. That's when everything became more real. His father, his mother, both murdered, condoned to bits. What had been made of their bodies? He had nothing left, nothing but…

His brother was about to step further, but he stopped him short with his hand. No, he could not afford lose him too. If they were to kill someone, it ought to be him. He, who wasn't the heir, who wouldn't continue with the traditions earls had, he who could be disposed of…

"I am the Earl of Phantomhive!" He screamed, stepping ahead, faking a courage he didn't had.

He could not explain that to his brother, however, who could just gape at him speechless. He couldn't tell him how much he loved him, the sense of sacrifice, the reason behind his lie.

He just couldn't.

The bullet resonated with such force, leaving him without opportunity to do anything at all. His brother's body fell to his feet and he couldn't even stop his falling. The hands of these men took him away, then took away his clothes, and then they put him in a weird table…


His brother was dead. He had been murdered thanks to his lie. It was his fault that his body fell to the floor.

Years later, like a payback from destiny, he is the one who is falling and there is nobody to help him.

Ciel closes his eyes.

He deserves it.

To be continue..