The boy gasped as his eyes flew open. He was terrified. Something bad had happened…and yet there was nothing. Above him was no more than a small, white ceiling fan hypnotically rotating on top of a creamy white ceiling. It took him a moment to recall where he was; the school infirmary. He lifted himself up from the uncomfortable cot and tried to regain his senses.

Other than a bit of light-headed and dizziness typical from waking suddenly, he felt nothing wrong. And yet he had this unsettling feeling in his stomach. "Ciel!" A voice called from behind the curtains separating the separate cots. Suddenly a girl with bright blond hair neatly curled into pigtails and a school uniform over-accessorized with cute pins and iron-on patches ran over to his bedside. "A-are you okay?"

Ciel blinked for a moment. He knew the girl; she was his cousin, one of his closest friends since he was a child. And yet he couldn't remember her name…

"Oh god, you don't have amnesia do you?" She exclaimed with concern, putting her hand onto his forehead. "Can you talk? Did you damage your brain? Are you sick?"

The boy opened his mouth to reply, when a woman with short, spikey brown hair and thick glasses in business attire approached them. "Miss Midford? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" The woman began to approach the two, but suddenly there was a snapping noise and she fell to the ground. "A-ack! My heel broke again!" She panicked, scrambling to her feel and trying to gain a composed look. "I-I'm sorry!" She nodded a quick apology.

"Mister Faustes said that I could come make sure he was okay," The girl, apparently named Lizzie, replied nervously. Ciel couldn't tell if she was lying or if she was just stunned by the nurse's clumsiness.

The adult sighed and straightened her glasses, which Ciel noticed had been cracked from her previous fall. "Ciel seems to be alright. If anything, his fainting was probably stress related."

"Fainting?" Ciel echoed. Both of the heads turned to him.

"Don't you remember what happened?" Lizzie cried, obviously still worried that he had some kind of injury or illness. Ciel thought for a moment, realizing that it was quite obvious that he had either hurt himself and/or fell unconscious in order to have woken up in the infirmary.

"I-I…um…" He stammered for a decent reply. Lizzie cocked her head in unease, as it was uncharacteristic for the boy to be this flustered. "I guess I remember some…a little…"

Lizzie gave a sigh of relief, and the nurse spoke up again, "We've contacted your parents, they'll be arriving momentarily to pick you up, yes."

Parents? Ciel's eyes widened, but he made sure not to speak up just in case he'd worry Lizzie even more. He could remember their faces, his dad's mole, the way he'd ruffle up his hair whenever he was proud of him, his mother's eyes, their names, and their dog Sebastian…and yet those all seemed like sometime out of a dream, or a memory that had been pushed to the back of his mind.

"A-ah…thank you," Lizzie noticed that Ciel wasn't talking and spoke up in his place. As the nurse hastily walked away in order to fix her heel, she turned back to her cousin. "Are you alright?"

Ciel nodded, "I'm fine." He replied. "I'm just…tired…" He lifted his hand to the right side of his face, and suddenly felt a small gap he wasn't used to. He extended his fingertips and touched his right eyelid, and found that he could see out of it. It seemed like something was missing…

Lizzie noticed this gesture, "Are you sure? You seem sorta…dazed?"

The boy sighed, "I'm okay. Really. I just had a…weird dream."

"Ciel, sweety, this isn't the first time that this has happened," His mother brought up as the boy played with his dinner. He didn't have an appetite after what had happened, "And didn't you tell Lizzie you had a weird dream? Does that happen every time?"

He regretted sharing that information with his cousin, but hadn't really been prepared for his parents to be this concerned about him. But that's normal, right? Parents are supposed to care about their kids. He reminded himself of the fact. It just seemed like he wasn't used to having people care for him. "Yes." Ciel replied, not wanting to share too much.

The dream had faded to the corners of his memories now. He recalled it being realistic, like he was actually experiencing it, and tragic. Something that made him want to simply curl up and cry, although he found that he was quite well-practiced at holding it back.

"I don't remember any of it though," Ciel said, making sure his parents wouldn't question him about it.

"Was it a nightmare?" His father asked. Ciel just shrugged and continued cutting his meatloaf into tiny pieces and letting them sit in the juice leaked from the meat and sog up.

"This is bad; this could be some kind of illness…" The woman turned to the father, "Should I ask Angelina about this? She could recommend us a certain kind of treatment."

"You're overreacting. The nurse said that it was stress related," The man, Vincent Phantomhive, said to his wife. He was the CEO and creator of the Funtom toy company, which would one day be passed down to Ciel. Ciel hadn't really thought about the pressure of having to receive ownership of such a large responsibility, but right now he was beginning to realize how difficult it may be to uphold the expectations given to him.

"Even if it was stress related, we could at least get him some help. It's affecting his school work, for god's sake!"

"Help? For his stress? Rachel I am not taking our son to a shrink!" His father declared.

"Ciel, go do your homework," His mother said almost emotionlessly, preparing to fight with her husband. Of course, she always won these kind of petty arguments. Ciel nodded and trudged up the stairs back into his room.

He opened his closet door and got out the large, baggy graphic tee with some band's name on it that once belonged to his father and stripped out of his school uniform and into the shirt and a pair of boxers. He lazily took his backpack, which was sitting on his bed, and plopped it in front of his desk, turned on his lamp, and took out his history book and a packet of questions. Luckily, since he had missed most of the classes during the day, the only other homework he had was finishing up the assigned chapters in 'Lord of the Flies', which he had already completed.

After scribbling answers to questions on the Roman Empire, Ciel found his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. After finally completing the required pages in the packet, he turned off the light and crawled into his bed sheets. Why was he so tired? He'd already slept an hour in the middle of the day, not to mention he spent the rest of his day relaxing at home.

Before he could even think about whether or not he wanted to be sent to a therapist, he had already dozed off.

The boy wiped the crust off of his eyes from sleep as he heaved himself from his bed. It was still dark outside, but he was finding it impossible to sleep. He stepped out of his bed and to the exit of the room, but suddenly he heard the noise of glass smashing and voices yelling and froze.

He knew what would happen, but at the same time it was all a surprise to him. He dashed out of his room in panic, searching for his mother and father. If his mother and father were there he'd be alright. They care about him. They love him.

But just as he was about to reach their bedroom, there was a sudden explosion and he was pushed back. When he finally stumbled to his feet, everything was in flames. "Mother!" He shrieked, as he ran away from the bright yellow and crimson fire that swallowed the manor. "Father!" As he dashed even faster, trying to find an escape from the smokey maze, he saw it. In his father's study, a single body of a man slowly being eaten by dark gold flames. "Father! Father!" He called out to the body, but it didn't move. Just as he began to run to the corpse, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He turned around and saw two dark figures with malicious smiles.

"N-No…" He whimpered as they stripped him of his clothes and stabbed him with a burning stamp in order to imprint their mark on him. "No…" They placed him on top of the table, preparing to sacrifice him to their god.

Their god…was their god the true god? The god that was going to let this boy die in front of His very eyes? Or was it the god that he had been taught of by his mother's gentle teachings?

Suddenly his cries ceased and he forced a grin, "There is no god." He laughed, and just as he finished speaking the world was painted in black.

"Young master?" The voice echoed through the room. Ciel opened his eyes to see a figure standing in beside his bed.

"W-what do you want? Who are you?" He stammered, still quivering from his nightmare.

"My, my. It's already been two months and yet you still are haunted by nightmares. Humans are quite pitiable creatures indeed." The man sighed and crossed his arms. "Are you to cower in fear all night, young master?"

The boy suddenly realized the situation he was in, and scolded himself for being so weak in front of his butler. "Shut it, Sebastian, doesn't a butler know not to insult his master?"

"My apologies," The man replied quickly, as if he had realized his mistake. "You see, I am simply one hell of a butler."

Ciel awoke with a jolt, just to realize it was simply his alarm clock ringing. He slowly sat up and turned off the clock, before stretching and slipping off of his bed. The dream had left him with the same feeling as the one that had occurred when he had fallen unconscious at school. But now all he remembered were the burning flames, the pain, and the humiliation. It all seemed so real, though, like he had experienced it before.

After dressing in his school uniform he headed downstairs for breakfast, where he encountered his mother speaking to his aunt on the phone.

"Aw, thank you so much Angelina! Are you sure he's the best?"

Ciel realized that they were talking about his therapist. His father had obviously lost the battle last night.

"Thanks again! How's Ron going for you by the way? No way, seriously? See, this is why you shouldn't just hook up with random men you meet at clubs. And you're a doctor for god's sake, you should at least find someone that has a sign of human intelligence," She continued on speaking about his aunt's failing love life and Ciel got tired of listening so he simply made himself breakfast and was prepared to leave, but his mom stopped him.

"Wait, Ciel, after school today Aunt Angelina is going to take you and Lizzie to the hospital, okay?"

"Why Lizzie?" Ciel questioned.

"Apparently Aunt Frances has business to do and Edward has a soccer tournament so she doesn't have anyone to take her home," The blond woman explained before putting the phone back to her ear. "Ah, yeah, that was Ciel leaving. I hope this Michaelis guy is as good as you say he is."

A/N:

Hello people that have taken time out of their day to read this story! How are you?

Good?

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Welcome to my inception story! Um, so, for once I'm not completely making stuff up as I go along so I'm hoping there won't be that many plotholes at the end. I won't be updating every single day, but probably more than once a week or whatever. It takes me a while to write these things so :3

There are going to be around fourteen chapters and, while I tried to incorporate all the characters I could, I couldn't. Claude is going to be in there as the total jerkface he is, but I sorta totally left out Alois's relationship with him. So if you like ClaudexAlois I'm sorry! (who the fuck likes Claude x Alois?) Sebastian (obviously) is going to be in there, Alois is, and I'm thinking about putting Hannah in there somewhere. Idk.

Um, so, if you have any advice on what I should do from here, tell me! I'd be glad to put in a couple of filler chapters to make it longer if you'd like. Especially because I sorta like the friendships that I'm making in the story.

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