12/28/13 - I'm back for now~ Life's getting really busy, and I haven't found the time to update all my other stories. SO SO SORRY. I'll see if I can get updates done before New Year's Day!
Anyways, I hope you guys had a Happy Christmas and got all the presents you wanted! (:
Thanks for all the reviews and favorites on my other BB story! I guess this is kind of a...really late Christmas present. xD
This is a song fic based on the song "Love the Way You Lie, Pt. III (Demo)" by Skylar Grey. She wrote all three versions of "Love the Way You Lie," but I really like her version best. Her voice is so angelic. *-* If you haven't heard the song, listen to it. Now.
Enjoy~
oh...right.
Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. Yana Toboso does. :3
Love the Way You Lie
On the first page of our story,
the future seemed so bright.
When they were both children, he laughed with her. He smiled at her. He played with her. They acted mischievous and got into trouble together. When they were together, they were happy. Young, innocent, naive, and happy.
Then this thing turned out so evil,
I don't know why I'm still surprised.
She received the black letter, reading the black words, fading into a black mood. The Phantomhives were dead. Then, he returned. He returned, and by his side was a butler clothed in black. He had one visible eye now, and it no longer held the bright vibrant emotions from the days of their youth. When she looked into his eyes, they were hollow. So, so hollow.
He no longer laughed with her, smiled at her, and played with her. He pushed himself to grow faster, and acted more mature than a child his age would. She tried to make him smile again, but she would always be pushed away.
Even angels have their wicked schemes,
and you take that to new extremes.
She constantly worried for him. He put himself in danger serving the Queen and experienced things not even a grown adult would have experienced. He always placed himself in danger with that butler by his side.
When he witnessed her kill the Bizarre Dolls, he knew she wasn't the innocent and naive girl she pretended to be. She constantly begged him to let her go with him on his missions, but he constantly refused. He didn't want her to be dragged into the darkness and to get hurt. He would lie to her and say it was only a business meeting, and promise her he would be back soon unhurt and unscathed. She knew he lied to her, but she nodded and accepted lie after lie that was given to her. It hurt her, but she knew he only had good intentions.
He would walk out of the manor noting the sad glint in her emerald green eyes. He felt bad lying to her, but she was the only link left to his childhood. She couldn't leave yet.
But you'll always be my hero,
even though you've lost your mind.
When he came back from a mission, blood staining his clothes, she could only watch in horror as he walked lifelessly up the stairs and hugged her so tight as if his life depended on it. She slowly placed her arms around him and whispered words of comfort to him. She heard his breathing slow down, a sign he was now calm. She walked him to his room and tucked him into bed. When she got up to leave, he grabbed her hand and asked her to stay with him. Just for the night, he would say. She took a deep breath, nodded her head, and got into bed with him. They slept peacefully. When they woke up in the morning, she would see herself stained with the same blood on him.
This was their routine now. He would come home to her and she would comfort him. They would go to bed together, and when they woke up they would be stained in blood.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn.
Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts.
There were so many unspoken words, but the ones that were said were the ones to drive each other away. One moment he enjoyed her company, the next he wanted her to leave. One moment she would be happy, the next she would be drowning in the hate and sadness inside her. They never said anything, though. That was how they were now, and she wondered if that would how they would always be.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry.
Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
Every night as they lay in bed together, she would cry. Her pillow would become soaked in her tears, but she would still cry. He would wake up to the sound of her sobbing, but he never did anything about it. He knew what she was crying about, and he couldn't do anything to change the situation. If he tried, the same thing would happen all over again. She would come to him like a lost puppy and he would push her away time after time. He would come home to her, and she would stare at him with an emotionless expression on her face. They were running around in circles, but neither of them cared. She would cry at night, and he would inflict his own suffering on his targets. This was how they functioned now, and he wondered if they would be like this forever.
I love the way you lie.