MONOCHROME
Even so I will search for that one true love…
If I could I would wrap you around me like this and be done, but night falls and my wish does not come true…
"Sebastian, take it."
How simple. How crude. Yet such a painstakingly enormous request. How can you say it so apathetically?
"I'll make it as gentle as I can, Young Master."
"No. Make it as painful as you can. Carve the pain of my life into my soul."
Pain. The epitome of your existence. The driving force that forced you down a ragged but straight path to the burning depths of hell. The chain that bound you to a contract in exchange for your dark, unclean soul. Bound you to a demon – to me.
"Yes, my Lord."
I kneel before you, in candor what was unbefitting of a demon such as I. But I did and will, only for you.
Approaching you and caressing that face of false innocence, of shattered hope and tainted dignity, how I wish that you can sense the regret clenching at my heart. A heart that I have long deemed inexistent, that I never expected to possess, yet I do now. Will I ever be acquainted with a being such as yourself again? I want no one else but you.
You close your eyes at my caress, and the urge to disobey your order lingers in my consciousness. Despite my hunger, despite my desire, despite being a demon…
Leaning in to gently rest my forehead on yours, I plant the first and last kiss I would ever be able to bestow on your lips. My Lord, my Master…
"Then… Young Master."
…my wish does not come true.
A/N: I… don't really know why I wrote this. But I did, and I don't regret it. Perhaps I'm simply putting my own despair into words, and this was the result. It's epigrammatic, apparently, but I found it agreeable to leave it that. My first Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, yes, and if anyone is actually reading this, then thank you. Just… thank you.