The once infamous Ciel Phantomhive of the now popular T.V show Kuroshitsuji was in a condition that most people would find unheard of. He was hurt, mentally destroyed, and felt honestly completely useless to the world. He was hiding out in him and his "lover," Sebastian's, shared condo. More specifically, he had locked himself in the bright bedroom. The room was simple and modern, light wooden floors and pastel blue walls reflecting the sunlight from the closed sliding doors that lead out to the small balcony, and clear white curtains covering those for decoration. The walk in closet was near that, massive and full of costumes. Across from the massive room, was the four-post bed they had kept from the Black Butler 1 shoot. It was Ciel's favorite after all, so they had decided to keep it to add a gothic touch to the otherwise bright room.

The boy took a seat on the bed, heart still pounding in fear that the other man inside would find his location. His heard turned to the small, black, bedside table. There was a lamp and a few books on it for light reading, but on the corner of the stand was a photo. The frame itself was pure gold with blood diamonds, and the photo inside was one that brought back the good memories he had. It was before they had gone into Season 3, which seemed to...Change the man. In the photo were all of his friends from Black Butler 2. Hannah, the servants, Agni and Sohma, the shinigamis, Alois, even Claude had joined in for the picture! The boy couldn't help but smile at he held the small photograph in his small, frail hands. He and Sebastian were holding hands, and he himself was flailing his free hand as Sebastian attempted to kiss him. It was honestly extremely adorable, and he wished times would go back to then.

They never will though...The once loved man has become God's definition of a demon. The stresses of life, trying to pay off all the bills and college loans they owed, it had all turned the man sour. The worst of it all though, was the show that had brought them together. The new director had put some real pressure on the demon, who was still recovering from his leg injury from the accident in Season 2. He was making him do all kinds of things he wasn't physically ready for, but if he were fired everyone knew that the show would die.

And so, he took out his anger on Ciel. If the bluenette even used the wrong foot in a dance, he feared for his life. Behind closed doors, that beautifully faked smirk turns into a frown, a snarl, and a mouth full of hate. Speaking of the demon, Ciel jumped as he snapped out of his thoughts, hearing the lock being violently picked on the other end. Desperate, he ran and grabbed the door knob and began to turn it the opposite direction of how the older male world turn it. He whimpered, tears filling his eyes before he'd even seen the man's eyes, "Please stop...Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"

The growl from the other side of the door was loud enough that he wasn't shocked anyone had complained. Then again, nobody lived on their floor, or anywhere near it. So there was nothing to protect him, "Why? I told you not to step on my foot, or there would be consequences. That's exactly what you did you good for nothing..." He stopped as the door flew open, sending Ciel flying to thankfully land on the bed. Sebastian slammed the door behind him, making his way up to the trembling boy who was currently frozen in fear, "You good for nothing little fucker. You'll be lucky if you can see the light of day when I'm done." He sneered the words, making the boy flinch. He felt himself being lifted by his neck, , and tossed hard against the headboard of the bed. Sebastian climbed on top, grinning darkly, "I'll show you what you're good for Ciel...Then maybe you'll do what I say."

The boy's head was growing foggy from the trauma it just endured. It hurt, worse than anything the man had did before. He could feel his clothes being ripped off, but he was too weak to fight it. He wouldn't be awake to remember anything, anyways...He was right. As soon the pain of being roughly slammed inside of played through his nerves, he lost consciousness.


Ciel's eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling numb. How far did the demon go this time...? He groaned softly as he sat up, instantly regretting it from the sharp pain in his bottom and the churning of his upset stomach. Slowly, the bluenette turned his head to the side and noticed a small note neatly lying on top of the old photo he had in his hands previously. He reached for it, barely able to grasp it and pulling it close enough for the boy to read.

"Ciel, I've decided to go drink again. Grelle agreed to join me, so if I don't return home you know damn well what I'm doing. Don't call the cops or that slut friend of yours Trancy, or else, there'll be Hell to pay tomorrow."

The boy stared in shock at the letter, tears welling up in his eyes as he threw it into the trash bin by the bed. Carefully, he managed to prop himself into a sitting position. He could feel a constant pain radiating up his spine, as well as a forming headache that he couldn't even describe as he did. What did he do to deserve such treatment?

He thought about what he could do now. He could act as if it never happened like he'd learned to do, since trying to defend himself after only made things worse. The cops are on Sebastian's side since his father works for them, so they won't do anything. Alois...Alois is too much a gossip to keep his mouth shut about anything. They are best friends, so maybe he could at least call him and try to calm himself. He smiled a little, grabbing his phone outside of his bedside drawer and scrolling through the contacts. When he found Trancy's number, he pushed dial and held it up to his ear. Still, ideas continued to run through his mind of what to do now.

*beep*

Well...The only option he had left was...Death. He could finally get out of dealing with Sebastian. Yes, Alois would miss him, as would the others. But even the raven-haired male had said himself; it wouldn't be hard to replace him...Right?

*beep*

But his family? They all actually live...They'd miss him dearly. At the same time, they'd understand. His mother going through two divorces and an abusive husband herself, she's be able to explain it to father...There's good intentions behind this...

*beep*

Ciel slowly stood as he convinced himself it was the best way, slowly and painfully standing off the satin sheets. He steadied himself, and then slowly walked towards the balcony. The phone seemed attached to him, never leaving his hand as he did. The blonde picked up as the boy made it outside, thankfully Sebastian had at least had the courtesy of dressing him, so he wasn't freezing cold.

"Ciel?! Ciel are you okay?" Alois's high-pitched voice said into the speaker, ringing into the younger boy's ears. The frantic voice only seemed to make Ciel smile more, "Ciel?! Answer me! What's going on; what happened?!" The worry in the teen's voice was evident, and it seemed to be fueling the suicidal boy, "Hey..." He mumbled into the phone, voice cracking and slightly weak. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he put one foot over the metal fence that protected him from the 30 story drop below, "Alois, I need to tell you something..."

The blonde went silent for a moment, then seemed to be talking much quieter than before, "What is it?" Ciel thought as he swung his other leg over, now balancing himself over the large busy streets below him, "Make sure at my funeral, you find Sebastian and tell him this..." He sighed, looking up at the starry night sky above him, "Once something is truly gone, you can never get it back...No matter how hard you try." Whatever Alois had said on the other line was never heard by anyone but himself, because Ciel pushed himself off at that moment and closed his eyes, smiling. He let his life, the best memories he has flash through his eyes seconds before the excruciating pain hit him, letting him pass in the saddest, but yet happiest moment in his life. The moment he was worry free, and everything that was bad was finally let go of.