Hello all! This is my first Kuroshitsuji fanfic, and my second overall. I was just itching to write this story because I love the SebaxCiel couple (they're so cute!) and I just can't get enough of reading fanfics about them :D I thought of this idea since I'm doing a Shakespeare play at school right now, and I realised 'this is it! I can write a story about Ciel and Sebastian in Elizabethan England! Scandalous :3' It's the first time I'm writing a multi-chapter story (my first one was a one-shot), so please be nice :3 Well, I'll let the story speak now, so enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Love at First Sight
Round cerulean eyes fluttered shut in an effort to relax, lashes long and naturally curled. A slender arm adjusted the constricting corset hidden beneath a beautifully adorned ivory bodice wrapped around a thin waist, accenting the slightest of curves.
As the performer stepped out onto the wooden planks of the stage, those blue eyes met the gaze of a hundred others, before joining another in a pretend dance scene, though slightly tripping over the hem of the dress and stepping on a fellow dancer's foot.
Despite that small mishap, the image of a sweet girl elegantly twirling around and around graced the audience's eyes, earning the young entertainer a few rude wolf whistles and lascivious leers. Midnight blue hair swaying gently enticed the stray hand of an upper class gentleman to reach forth, inducing a shiver of disgust to run over porcelain skin. Regardless, his acting ability made sure not a trace of his deep hatred of these men to show on his face.
Yes, Ciel Phantomhive looked every part a graceful maiden, like a blue swallowtail butterfly just out of reach. The only thing was, he wasn't a maiden, lady, or even a girl. He was a thirteen year old boy.
Internally, he was fuming silently; how dare they have the audacity to come near him with their filthy hands? This was the highest paid child actor in Elizabethan history, so popular that his name being listed in a play would bring fans to the Globe Theatre just to get a glimpse of him.
He would have to tell the playwright to reduce the number of dance scenes in his next few plays; dancing required the actors to spread out across the stage and come closer to the slightly elevated seats of the nouveau riche, just below that of the nobles, full of men who were all too willing to fully indulge in the fantasy of beautiful girls presented to them by the budding young boys.
Nevertheless, this play was one he had been looking forward to acting in for quite a while now. It was Shakespeare's newest tragedy, brimming with heartbreaking romance; Romeo and Juliet. Ciel was now going to act as Juliet along with some of the biggest names in the acting industry.
And the person he was most looking forward to acting with? The seemingly infallible Sebastian Michaelis. Both handsome and talented, he had shot to fame within a few months of starting to act. Indeed, there was no job too tough for this talented man; he was just one hell of an actor. Not that Ciel would ever admit that. Ciel had heard of his exceptional work, and had wanted to watch him act, however his busy schedule didn't allow it.
The song changed and Ciel knew that Romeo's appearance would be soon enough. He took up his position, ready to pretend to be a love-struck maiden, with an expression halfway between love-at-first-sight and destiny-was-calling-me. Being an 'actress' in Elizabethan society had meant no shortage of such sappy expressions, and by now, Ciel was something of an expert at them.
And just at the edge of the stage, a confident step onto the stage announced Romeo's appearance.
As an actress, Ciel did not think it possible for any part of his body to not be under his control. But he was proved direly, dreadfully wrong, as a heated blush crept up his face, blooming like a flower on his cheeks, tinging them in the prettiest shade of pink.
Staring right back at him were brilliant vermillion eyes, framed by a black mask embroidered with golden thread that covered half of his flawlessly handsome face, and inky ebony strands of hair that fell next to his face effortlessly. He stood tall, and a smirk graced his features, making his true feelings hidden, and causing Ciel to suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed.
Sebastian Michaelis did not dwell any more than necessary, and swiftly commenced saying his lines.
"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!"
"Like a rich jewel… a snowy dove trooping with crows… Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." Sebastian's voice, soft and velvety, only served to provoke an even deeper shade to appear on Ciel's cheeks.
He was suddenly called to attention as Sebastian reached for his hand, gently enveloping it as though it was a precious dove, and bringing it to his lips and bestowing a light, loving kiss on it, never once breaking eye contact with Ciel.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Ciel would have thanked God, if he'd believed in one, for having perfectly memorised his lines beforehand, and for remembering to breathe. That basic bodily function seemed to be just so hard to control today.
"G-Good pilgrim, you do wrong y-your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' k-k-kiss."
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
The sly smile on Sebastian's face only widened, and he suddenly put an arm around Ciel's slight body and pulled him in. "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant though, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints to not move, though grant for prayers' sake." retorted Juliet.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." Ciel's breath hitched, and Sebastian moved in for a kiss, which he placed on his cheek. He pulled back quickly and Ciel saw an expression that was not unlike a curious cat, before letting his signature smirk appear back on his visage.
"Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." But, they weren't my lips, thought a small part of Ciel. Nonetheless, he mentally slapped himself; actors never kissed on the lips anyway, since the Church had been complaining that it fostered sodomy, and Ciel Phantomhive was not a sodomite. No, wait, what did that even matter anyway? He needed to carry out the rest of the play perfectly if he was to be handed anymore scripts. He gave a small cough before continuing.
"Then have my lips the sin that they took." he teased, fluttering his eyelashes enticingly as Juliet.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" proclaimed Sebastian melodramatically. "Give me my sin again."
And at that, he swooped in again, surprising Ciel as he placed a chaste kiss, right on his lips. Ciel, not expecting this, parted his lips in shock, trying to shout at his mischievous partner to stop, but Sebastian suddenly deepened the kiss, sliding a soft tongue in and having a taste of Ciel, who was utterly, sinfully sweet.
Being unable to take a breath from Sebastian's kissing, and wearing an extremely tight corset, was enough to make Ciel feel lightheaded, and his knees quickly gave way. He would have fallen were it not for Sebastian's arm supporting his back, and he grasped at Sebastian's eloquent attire in a bid to stand himself up.
Yet, all the audience saw was a kiss passionate enough to send the maiden into a love-struck swoon. Their cheers quickly snapped Ciel back to reality, and he pushed Sebastian off him roughly, even though he was the one supporting him, and subsequently regained his graceful posture, though turning away slightly in an attempt to hide his embarrassingly flushed face.
"You kiss by the book." said an annoyed Juliet, not wanting to reveal how much it had affected him.
Romeo, on the other hand, seemed quite amused at the idea that a supposedly smitten maiden was acting like a tsundere. What an interesting interpretation of the character, dear Ciel Phantomhive, thought Sebastian.
Juliet's nurse called and led her away, and the others soon exited, excluding the nurse.
"What's he that follows there, that would not dance?" Now that Romeo was gone, clarity seemed to return to Ciel, and he once again felt confidence, though he still felt annoyed at the fact that he had been affected at all.
"He is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy," said the nurse grimly.
"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy." he proclaimed dramatically. Juliet's name was called from offstage, and Ciel briskly exited behind the nurse.
And just like that, the first act ended, leaving Ciel feeling too ruffled for comfort.
I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter! I certainly enjoyed writing it ;) Anyways, I'm not really writing it for any particular reason, but of course, I'd love to hear your opinions on the story and stuff like whether it's too fast or too slow, too fluffy or too smutty, too many lines from the original play, too few intimate moments, etc. since its different for each person what type of story they like.
I could stretch the story out, or I could make it short and sweet. Oh, and it'd be nice if someone gave me advice on how to improve on the intimate moments; I don't really know how to show it. Also, it's sometimes hard to get an objective view on your own stories. If it's a nice idea, I'll try to include it :D Also, I'm not sure how often I'd be able to update.
And sorry, I know I ramble on too much (I'll talk less next chapter) :S