This is a SebastianXUndertaker story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way.
Warning: implied non-con
Prologue
The young human cried piteously into his hands, passed beyond all boundaries of despair and hopelessness. His matted silver hair hung past his shoulders and his fear was vivid enough to taste. His body was naked and bereft of all clothing, bruises of all shapes and colors adorning his pale, sunshine deprived skin. He knew that he did not have time enough before his tormentor returned and started another round of abuse.
The damp house smelled of wet and rot, and not even a sliver of sunlight shone through the cracks. He had been here for weeks? Months? The passing days had all merged together into a bleary haze of pain.
He had nearly drifted off before he was suddenly slammed into the wooden wall, and the demon leaned forwards until his forehead touched the humans, and his Crimson eyes met a pair of tired, pale azure eyes, as blue as the sky they will never see again. Without warning he was thrown harshly onto the floor and a knife was promptly shoved into his thigh, piercing the flesh on both sides. The floor was stained again with the red hue of his blood and spoke on last time to the young man. "You are boring enough, and I have had enough of your body. I tire of this" and as quick as he had walked in, the demon disappeared, just as though he had never been there in the first place, leaving the blue eyed man to his dark thoughts.
Firstly, he would have to remove the knife, besides, exanguinarion was not the best way to go. Deep in his heart, he hated the demon with all his heart, hated how he could destroy everything, then leave as quickly as he had came, without even a warning. The man had no where to go anymore, not after the demon had slaughtered his entire family, alongside his sister in everything but blood, who he had a bond deeper than blood with. He nearly choked on the grief that threatened to overwelm him. Without noticing, he had already extracted the knife, which parted with his thigh with a wet, slimy sound. He had no friends, no family, and without a place of belonging, then there was nothing to live for. He had never thought that it would end this way, but circumstances never happened as expected, and there really was not much that he could do but accept his fate.
He held the knife on his throat, his blood stained on the knife from other days long gone. And knew that all his suffering would be over in a flash. Quick as lightning, the knife parted flesh quickly, too quickly and Crimson followed. Then an overwhelming sense of nothing. Total silence.
As you can all probs guess, the silver haired guy is the Undertaker and the demon is Sebastian. Don't worry everything gets better eventually and it won't be like this forever :) please review, I want to know if anyone actually reads this.
To be fair, I could just be shoutinginto the empty abyss of Fanfiction right now...