Disclaimer: no owns kuroshitsuji, and will never own kuro no matter how hard I beg and how many cherries I top it off with.
"Sebastian?" I called weakly. "Sebastian, help me!" I cried out again, louder. Cloaked figures chased me, grabbed me, kicked me, wounded me.
"Young Master?" a voice reached me. I felt an earthquake. Behind closed eyelids I saw/felt a blinding ray of light.
"Nnn…" I moaned. "Sebastian?" I forced my eyelids open, squinting in the sunlight. "Stop shaking me, Sebastian."
"Is the Young Master having nightmares?" asked the demon, appearing to be concerned. Of course, being who he is, I could never be sure if he was truly worried. Bring who I am, I didn't really care (nor was I curious) whether or not he was concerned about me.
I shook my head, trying to shake away the remaining wisps of sleep. "Mm…" I replied, not really a yes or a no.
Suddenly a flurry of movement caught my eye.
"Hello, Ciel," purred a familiar, silky voice.
"Angela," I spat, as though the mere name was a diseased rodent who was no better than a speck of dirt on the ground (not on my shoes. No, I would never allow there to be any grime on my person).
"Hello, may we be of your service?" asked Sebastian (very politely), he didn't bow though. Instead, his eyes glowed a bright shade of red (not really pink yet).
"Oh well, you see," said Angela in her normal, velvety voice, "I was merely wondering..." her hand shot out, grabbed me, and threw me up before even Sebastian could respond. "How would you like to be the first time traveler?"
"Ah!" I cried as I felt myself being sucked into a portal. Whiteness surrounded me until I felt like my very soul was being bleached white. All my hatred, my thirst for revenge was disappearing.
Faintly I thought I saw a speck of black calling my name, but I couldn't be sure.
Then I landed on my butt in a weird-looking place.
I heard Angela's voice, traveling through the portal. "I hope you enjoy your stay here in the 21 century!" Her voice brought back all my hatred. Wow.
"Sebastian. I am here," I said in a bored, commanding voice. I waited a few minutes. "Sebastian?" Oh damn. I needed a mirror, quick. No, not to check if my hair was messed up! I need to check if I still bore the contract symbol.
Or I can take off my eye patch and parade down the street, seeing if anyone will scream.
I chose option one. Mirrors tend to be quieter.
Ok, so I think I'm going to be proud of this story. Yay~!