A/N: If anyone actually reads this, (not many people read my stories..) then hello~ This is the first Kuroshitsuji fanfic I've done that has Sebastian and Ciel in it. (I've only done one other, and that was for Drocell) Please, enjoy. I know its short, but I hope the content makes up for that ^ ^;
"...Will it hurt?" Ciel asked, sitting on an old stone bench. He didn't dare look at the crow that sat up and behind him, those beady eyes never leaving his back. He hated how it sat there waiting, practically begging Sebastian to tear the boy's soul out and leave the body for him to devour and leisher. Disgusting.
He chucked lightly, much better at ignoring the bird then his master. "Yes, just a bit, but I will be as gental as possible."
"No!" He defied. "Do not be gentle, make this as painful as possible." Surprise flashed across the butler's face. How odd, shouldn't he be expecting something like that from his boy? "I want you to carve the pain of my life deep into my soul."
He smiled again as he understood the motives behind such a bazaar request. "Yes, my lord." He bent low over Ciel, more comforting than looming. He removed the boy's eye patch, pausing to caress his cheek lovingly, admiring his prize. He would enjoy this.
He felt the demon butler's hand on his chest, directly over his heart. Black nails grew long and stuck trough Ciel's clothes into his flesh, staining alabaster skin scarlet. He'd made a mistake. Telling Sebastian not to be gentle was an awful thing to do, and now he was paying the price. Hell's own flame licked at his very being. Ciel saw his life, small, pitiful, un-lived, and wasted, play out before his eyes as his soul was taken all too slowly, causing a new level of hell to open it's doors to him every second. For an instant, just an instant as he watched his death reflected in the demon's eyes, he saw his mother and father, standing just inside heaven's gate, waiting for him with kind and loving smiles. Ciel's heart felt like it was being pierced with white-hot blades. It seemed...they didn't know he wouldn't be joining them in eternity. The boy felt himself tear inside, as if his body was being shredded from within. "M-mother-, Fa-ther...I-" The words came out in gasps and broken syllables, pain and memories taking over.
Sebastian flashed a wicked smirk that would rival Satan's own, the beautiful image of heaven was engulfed in flames and the show continued, the scenery now a burning city. The great earl, last of the Phantomhives- no. The condemned and foolish boy, Ciel Phantamhive, broke down in tears, the final scene in his play took it's time fading from sight. "You played a marvelous game, my lord." The demon grinned, "Ruthless, cold, unyielding...the perfect demon player."
Ciel's quivering little heart gave one last violent jerk, a vain attempt to keep it's young master alive, before it finally...it stopped.
Crimson eyes gleaming, Sebastian eyed the lifeless boy hungrily. A heart may cease beating if it wants to, but that does not mean the soul will stop feeling pain. Though he had pushed Ciel to tears, the boy had gotten off far to easy, even after the order to make this painful. He wouldn't want to disobey his master, now would he?
Slowly, slowly, a minuscule piece of Ciel's soul tore away from the rest and dissolved, a faint echo of an agonized scream was the result.
"This...has been well worth the wait, don't you think, young master?"