Destined Match
Chapter 1
He spent his days lounging in darkness, his fingers fumbling through the lifeless bodies hair in which he had drained the soul from without hesitance. The corpse's once blue eyes, a faded pale-ish white, the etching from the seal of their contract, a black design on the white eyeball. He was alone now, but at peace. He knew this, yet he felt...reluctant on having drained this boy of his life, leaving him without breath, without sound, without protest or orders. His young master was, of course, dead.
Oh, but he had felt nothing of the sort when he was feasting upon his soul, like a greedy devil upon a sinner. That was all he was, after all, but why did every stroke; every glance, every breath that gathered in his masters sweet aroma send a sense of wrong through him? Was it that he had gathered unusual emotions for the human boy? Possibly, his young master WAS very different from any other human, more demanding, less caring, much like a demon himself, and cute as hell too. Oh what he would have given for his young master to demand him at least one more time. For his evening tea, to dress him, to rub the stiffness out of his shoulders after a long night of tedious contracting with the Eastern London Republic Industry of Local Affairs and the factory that shelved his family sakes produced play things.
He once again dragged his fingers through the young boys hair, sitting on the stone bench in which he had devoured his masters soul on. Around him were tiny flashes of the outside world, the world of humans. He watched as war struck, and reforms were made. The production of better automobiles, and security taxes were inflicted upon the people. He watched his master's die. Bard and Finny from wounds caused by Pluto, Maylene grew older and died during child birth. He watched as the Phantomhive Mansion was torn to the ground the rest of the way and the land was sealed off on account of superstition; rumors of the Phantomhive Family Hauntings which topped London's most haunted novels in most stores. Few years later, a family bought the land and started to build a mansion, most resembling the Phantomhive Mansion. There, a man whom went by the name Victor and a woman Ciela were married and gave birth to a young boy named Ciel who in fact shared a name similar to his young master. Ciel Fantomhive. This he thought was quite interesting. Here a young couple wed and birth a small child named Ciel Fantomhive, and remained loyal to the current Queen of London! Perhaps the saying through out the years were right, history was only going to keep repeating itself until the desired results have happened.
He looked at the flashing images. The young boy, sitting on the living room floor, possibly five or six years old with his cousin who was possibly the same age. His arms started to feel lighter, but he continued to drag his hands through the lifeless corpses hair. The image flashed, the boy sleeping in his mother's arms. He looked happy, like his young master did before his mother and father died. Young Ciel's life continued to progress through the years. When he was 11, a tragedy reflecting his young masters unfolded. Rumor amongst the human's stated that who ever lived amonst the land the original Phantomhive would witness the same tragedy they did.
He pushed himself to his feet and stepped forward, mesmerized by the flame and the burning of the mansion. This fire was much more gruesome. Instead of surviving, the flames engulfed the young boy, sending his flesh into a crackling pile. Screams pulsed from his throat as he thrashed around, screaming and crying the most painful sound even Sebastian himself has ever heard. He whirled around to look at his corpse. It was gone. He looked back at the flashing images, the screeching cries of the dying boy, sending a certain emotion through him. He didn't want to watch this anymore. He didn't want to see this boy suffer a slow and miserable death, not when he was so much like the same boy who he had protected dearly day in and day out. He took a deep breath. He was going to do something about it.
Closing his eyes, he soared through the darkness. The fire disappeared and the only thing around him were feathers, and in front of him, flesh licked by red flames, black charred white cloth fell from his small frame. He stared down at the boy as he gasped and cried in pain.
"I can help you." His cool voice pierced through the darkness. Ciel gasped and turned around, his arms shaking, beads of sweat trickling down his face. "For a price. If you wish to seek revenge on the ones who murdered your family, I can lend you my power." He bowed. Ciel looked at him, shaken, frightened, but at the same time, calm. A feeling of awareness numbed his burnt flesh, his pain was replaced by a cold touch. Ciel looked at him confused, then looked down at his legs.
"How? I'm dying, aren't I?" He whispered. Sebastian straightened up, his eyes focused on the small frame ahead of him. He nodded.
"You are, but if you accept my offer, I will save you from this painful death, for a small price." He repeated. Ciel looked up at him, his jaw tightening. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"What are the terms?" Sebastian smiled.
"If you agree you will be accepting a contract. This contract will bind me to you, until whoever it was who killed your family is found and killed. Through this bond I will become your butler, a servant that is required to do all as you order, good, bad, anything you desire, and I do request you to keep it interesting from time to time." Ciel cocked an eyebrow.
"What's the catch?" Sebastian's smile stretched.
"You can neither to go heaven nor hell and once your revenge has been dealt, I get your soul." Ciel looked at him shocked, then smiled.
"Is that all?" Sebastian's smile disappeared. Shifting, he began to push himself to his feet, his arms fallen to his sides lazily. He smiled at the taller, more devious looking man. "I was expecting much more."
"Oh?" Sebastion cocked an eyebrow.
"Seeing how I believe in neither heaven or hell, I couldn't care less if I didn't go there, and as for you receiving my soul after my families murderer is caught seems even less than fair. I mean, you are pulled into servitude that could last for countless years, and in the end, all you want is the soul that would have been cooked away with the body in this fire." Sebastian smiled.
"So does that mean you accept the terms?" Ciel smiled and nodded. Grinning Sebastian lifted his hand, the seal on the back of his soft flesh glowing.
"First off," Sebastian hesitated, looking at Ciel questioningly. "I would like to know the name of the man, or rather 'demon' I am to make a pact with." Ciel no longer had a smile on his face. A name? He remembered how his first young master named him Sebastian as a temporary name, named after his dead dog. But if he had this Ciel choose a name, it would be different than that of his previous master, and the only reason he decided to even help this one was out of the impulse of seeing the one person who looked exactly like his previous master burn away.
"My name is Sebastian, Sebastian Micheals." He bowed. Ciel smiled faintly and nodded.
"You looked like a Sebastian to me. My name is Ciel Fantomhive, and from now on, you will listen to everything I tell you." His smiled disappeared. Sebastian looked up at him and smiled, his lips parted.
"Yes, my lord."