A/N: Okay, here we go. A five+one story, about Ciel being a mutant, which you FINALLY get to see a bit more of.
Title: Because We Knew Him
Author: liketolaugh
Rating: K+
Pairings: None
Genre: Supernatural/Friendship
Warnings: Non-canon elements, as in all my stories.
Summary: They could tell he was a mutant. They knew him very well, after all.
Disclaimer: Sadly, Black Butler is not mine.
Bard
Bard knew that his Young Master was a mutant. He didn't know who else knew, but he knew.
He did know his Young Master, after all. He may look normal to an outsider, but to those who know him it's crystal clear...
It was obvious, really. The way his Young Master set out his traps made it clear as day. They were almost always set against feelings. Fear-inducing, you know? Scary, but not dangerous. Well, usually not dangerous, that Donyano guy got his leg broken... He deserved it, though, and it was kinda funny, he looked like he was about to wet his pants. Anyway, what was he talking about? Oh, yeah.
His Young Master laid his traps, quiet and subtle as the breeze, and Bard watched as his Young Master lured his prey into its depths before watching as the trap clamped them into place. And he knew that once they were there, the prey would never escape. Not as long as his Young Master still lived.
Young Master's an empath mutant, Bard could tell that much. It was in the way his Young Master's eyes would glint long before the target started to show fear. He knew they were scared. He knew it was working, you see, because he could feel it. Right? That was the only way he could know that they were getting scared, all of those noble people didn't show it till they were really scared, but his Young Master knew.
Because Bard looked and he saw. He saw his (predatory) gaze rest on his target, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He would go further down the path he had been treading and Bard didn't pretend to understand the interplay under the surface conversation but his Young Master knew it and he knew it well. It wouldn't be long at all before the ever-calm noblemen his Young Master targeted would start to fidget, and then to squirm, and then, finally, to run...
His Young Master could change people's emotions, he knew it. He could tell from the way displeasure would tug at his mouth and then a twist of his wrist would change the frown to a satisfied smirk as the target seemed to change their mind. His Young Master did it, he knew he did it. Bard couldn't prove it, sure, but he knew.
Bard knew and he understood, this power was a secret power and his Young Master didn't want people to know. And he would keep his Young Master's secrets, because that was what a Phantomhive family servant did. He, as the cook, burned away the impurities while keeping the good stuff within safe and unharmed.
Maybe it was just because Bard knew his Young Master, but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep his secrets, right up till the very end.
Because that was what a Phantomhive family servant did, but more than that, that was what his Young Master deserved, and Bard be damned if he didn't give it to him.
Okay, so there's that. Bard knows, and there is also a bit of showing of the devotion that I think Ciel's servants have for him that I didn't initially intend to put there... huh... Anyway... Hope you liked that and that the people aren't too OOC! Or, as some people say, OCC... I'm not sure what that stands for... ANYWAY, please review! Pretty please? You know you want to!