Note: This story is a sequel to my last story, Prisoner. However, you can read it without reading the previous story. This story will be in Ciel's POV this time, and what really happened to him, why he had to leave forever.
Also, the italics are the lyrics of the song. Except for the letters that Sebastian writes or Ciel writes to one another.
Warnings: OOC, unbeated.
Disclaimer:I do not own the song, Paper Plane by Rin Kagamine or the characters of Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji by Yana Toboso. All rights go to their rightful owners.
At some time
In one place
In the immiscible world
What mixed their hapless worlds was one paper plane.
...-=Paper Plane=-...
I slipped out of the hospital everyday
Seeing you at where my dad works
Meant the world to me
I secured the black ribbon around my neck and nodded at myself in the mirror with approval before grabbing my white umbrella. Today, I will get to see him again, where my father works.
I scurried towards the door out of my hospital room, exiting it before walking down the long, echoing hallways of the large hospital. My footsteps lightly echoed as I stepped quietly down. No one seemed to notice me, a hospital patient, slipping out everyday. Perhaps it was because of the way I had dressed myself.
I was not in a hospital gown like they had grown used to seeing me in. No, I was now in my regular, everyday clothes. That was most likely the reason why they did not notice.
Just the thought of being able to see him again makes me blush, heat rising up to my cheeks as a bubbly feeling bloomed in my chest. His crimson eyes were oh so wonderful to lose myself in, his hair being the color of a raven's feathers. Ravens were always my favorite animal, or rather, bird. His smile is to long for, and I can only crave for more everyday and every time I see him behind the barracks.
I hum a lighthearted melody to myself as I exit the building, while opening the umbrella. The sun was not good for my health, the doctors told me. I was forbidden to leave without some sort of shade hovering above me. Not that I minded, of course.
As I strolled out onto the open road, I looked up at the sky. It was incredibly blue today, and the flowers were blooming nicely among the fields. The grass was a lovely green. The world was promising me a wonderful day.
The concentration camp came into my view and I slowed my steps a bit, wanting to catch a glimpse of him before he saw me. He was sitting in front of the barrier that divides us from each other, a paper plane in hand. I giggle to myself as my mind begins to wonder what he could have written this time.
He had looked so peaceful, sitting there in the dry grass. A smile was on his face, as one was on mine. My father told me I was smiling a lot recently these days, and I could not help but agree with him. It was all because of that man, the one sitting just a few feet away from me.
I walk into his sight and he immediately stands straight up, smiling even brighter than he was previously. I do the same.
"Hi." I say in a friendly tone of voice.
He grins and holds the paper plane tighter and responds, "Hey."
Now, we both know what's to come next. He waits for the right breeze to come before he lifts his hand up and throws it high above the barracks. I throw my umbrella onto the grass and I run to catch it, the paper a bit dusty and dirty. But I paid no mind to it as I grabbed my previously forgotten umbrella and then unfold the paper.
The letter of the day,
Every time I see you walk by here, my world becomes a bit brighter. Your very existence is the only reason why I still have the hopes to live and become free. I know I've said this many times before, but thank you for complying with my selfish wish and visiting me everyday. You wouldn't believe the countless hours of the day I spend smiling to myself because of your letters. You are my Heaven in this Hell, you are my Angel. I am glad you feel the same way as I do. Now, here are my feelings to you:
I love you too.
Yours Truly
…-=Paper Plane=-...
Reading your letters warmed
The cockles of my heart
It made me blush.
So, this is what people call love.
As I sat on my hospital bed in my hospital gown, I kept rereading his words at the bottom of the page.
'I love you too.'
It was written in pretty, cursive writing. He feels the same way as I do. I couldn't help but smile to myself while humming nonexistent tunes in my room all day. The blush never left my cheeks, I feared that it would be permanent. But it didn't matter to me.
I could only giggle and laugh, rereading his words again and again.
Even without his name, I loved him. Even if he was a prisoner, I loved him. Even if he thought he was human filth, I loved him as a human man. Even if I was also a male, it did not matter. I truly loved him from the bottom of my heart.
But dad said furiously
I must not see you…?
I couldn't understand why.
As I continued to let my happy mood take over, my father entered my room and noticed that I had a letter in my hand. I tried to hide it under the covers of my blanket, but he was too quick and snatched the precious letter away from me.
"Father, please give it back!" I say worriedly, trying to retrieve my special item from him.
He did not listen, and scanned his eyes through each and every word. I saw his eyes focus on the last portion of the paragraph and his face contorted with fury.
"You must not see this person, ever again!" The green haired man, also known as my father, shouted at me in rage.
I was afraid that this would happen.
As soon as he finished his sentence, my eyes widened when he ripped the letter to shreds, the remaining pieces fluttering to the hospital floor.
I watched, still in shock, as he strode out of the door and slammed it shut with one last warning glance at me.
My eyes filled with tears, blurring my vision as I stared silently at the remains of his beloved letter filled with his feelings and emotions for me, ripped to shreds, lying on the ground.
Author's Note: Phew! I'm on a roll today! (Meaning I have nothing else to do in my life so I'm writing stories for you all.) This is my third update of the day! Anyways, it would mean the world to me if you reviewed, followed, or favorited. Thank you so much for reading!
Signed, M.S.