Warning: Eventual yaoi, possibly foul language, and possible OOCness (i'll try to work on that)
Full Summary: Welcome to year 2016! Ciel is, once again, incredibly rich. And, though against Sebastians advisement, has become rather famous. Since his rebirth, he's been waiting. Sebastian warned him that sould, if not eaten by a demon, were collected by the Shinigami, then released again at some point to be recycled. Ciel has been waiting for Alois's soul to return so he could thank him. Though, Sebastian may have rather devious plans of revenge. Alois, memory of past life completely void, is just an innocent bystander in the war between Ciel and Sebastian. (Note: For convenience, when a demon dies, their souls -they have souls-(one again for convenience) are collected by Shinigami, uncluding an souls they devoured)
Pairings: CielxSebastian & CielxAlois
Alois Trancy had always been a believer in destiny. He assumed fate would take hold of him and his life would be done for him. That is not to say Alois was lazy, or didn't take chances. No, he took life by the reigns and was even described as 'wild' by his ever loving sister.
He just assumed any choice he made was predestined, which included any mistakes. This was a pretty big mistake, which he, of course, blamed on destiny. He let it slip that he once kissed his sisters long time boyfriend, Claude, in a desperate attempt to find love.
Of course, they were just kids at the time, and it was before they'd gotten together. Still, she was pretty angry at him. So, he decided to lay low until the fire died down, which shouldn't take too long. Really, it wasn't that big of a deal. He was drunk and just getting over his last asshole of a boyfriend. Plus, Claude didn't even kiss him back, so, it didn't matter much.
Nonetheless, she was pissed off and he was always looking to avoid a fight. Which led him here, to Finngle Park. Honestly, he'd never been before, but it sounded pleasant. Truth be told, it was a very peaceful place. The grass was green, the bushes and trees lush, but the most attractive thing about the place was the neat little gazebo in the centre. It was made of a gorgeous marble with vines inching their way up the sides, clinging desperately, despite the flowers doing their best to way them down. Overall, he decide it was a quite breath taking sight, or rather, he thought that for a few moments, until he got closer and found the real beauty.
A young boy, no older than eighteen (really only two years younger than Alois, but still...) held his arms out, leaning his head back, exposing his pale neck, and feeling the cool night air. Alois raised a brow at the interesting display and was fully prepared to join him when the teen kneeled and two distinctive snaps were heard. Alois's ears perked at the sound and he snuck forward to get a better look, hiding behind a rather conveniently located bush. There was a slight creaking sound and a small sigh escaped the boys lips.
Alois watch him lift up something that reflected against the moonlight. He stood, object in hands and Alois saw the boy close his eyes. He placed the thing under his chin and pinned it there, reaching back into the darkness to pull out a long stick. Alois's eyes widened with realization as the boy positioned himself.
It was a violin.
The boy bit his lip, as if to calm the nerves from performing in front of an imaginary audience. He ran the bow across the strings, his hand shaking to make a full, warm vibrato sound. The instrument moaned, as if in pain and Alois felt his heart clench at the sorrowful sound. The melody that sprang forth from the boys violin was gorgeous. The song was slow, and told a sad love story.
Alois could almost see it come from the violin.
A boy loves a girl, but, for some unknown reason, the boy must leave. And when he returns there is another in his place. The girl no longer looks for him in a crowd, or hears when he calls out her name. The replacement has been named husband, and he can't reach her, because he is still just a child and she has far outgrown him. But he still loves her, he will always love her.
When the song stopped Alois realized he'd been crying. He grinned. The teenager was amazing. He must remember to thank Claude. Ever since he broke up with his closeted boyfriend, Thompson, he'd been looking for Mr. Right. He thought he'd found it in Claude, that's why he kissed him. Of course, Claude is straight. But if he'd never kissed him, his sister wouldn't be mad right now, and if his sister wasn't mad right now, he wouldn't have run away to Finngle Park.
'Thank you, Fates.' he thought happily to himself. He knew it was far fetched, but he thought maybe, maybe this was the one he'd been looking for all those years. The boy held his bow at the ready, preparing for an encore when Alois decided to step forward from the shadows, announcing his presence with loud and feverous clapping.
"Bravo! Bravo!" He cheered. The boy jumped and dropped his bow in his shock. His eyes turned sharply towards Alois and the blond waved. "That was amazing!" He said.
The frightened boy shook his head, kneeled down, picked up his bow, cradled his instrument lovingly, and took off running as far and as fast as he could.
"Wait!" Alois yelled, reaching his hand out and jogging lightly after the boy, running into the gazebo. He would've given chase, had he not been tripped by a deviously placed violin case. He fell face first, just barely catching himself. He had a sudden flash back to breaking up with Thompson and his heart sunk, feeling heavy and weighted.
"Damn..." He grumbled. Two and a half years should be enough time! He sighed, before grinning wildly, Fate had done it again! Alois lifted the violin case in one hand, smiling giddily. He quickly snapped the thing shut and ran to his truck.
This could be it! He thought excitedly.
His way to talking to the boy. He raced home, eager to share his story with his sister, Hana, and to examine the contents of the case.
Alois frowned. Hana didn't react the way he'd anticipated, no, hoped. She said it was wrong to go through a persons things, and that it was wrong to take it in the first place. She even insisted he post signs, letting the boy know where to find it.
He lay on his bed, drumming his fingers anxiously. He wanted to look inside of it, even if it was empty, it was a place those long, delicate, pale fingers had been. Alois rolled his light eyes.
Enough was enough! He couldn't help himself! He flipped on his nightside lamp and picked the case up off the floor. He put the black thing his lap and fingered the silver clasps. It was wrong to do this... But he had to! Well... Really, really wanted to. He unlatched the case and licked his dry lips, swallowing thickly.
Alois flipped the case open, staring intently at the blue fur inside. He opened the first little compartment, it held a small box with what looked like ember on it. He sighed, the cardboard box it was inside saying 'ROSIN' on the side. Just a violin thing.
He then opened the second compartment, just a small, blue cloth, probably used for cleaning jobs. Alois sighed, not sure what he was looking for exactly, but knowing he was being silly again. He lifted up the blue rag to inspect it further, just for fun, when he noticed the small insignia.
"CP, hm...?" He questioned aloud. He was about to put it back when he gasped, noticing a small, folded sheet of paper, hidden by the cloth.
He grinned, feeling mischievous, pulling out the paper. On one side was an incredibly well done drawing of a boy with short, black, curly hair, sitting on a bench, writing. It actually looked a bit like Alois, save for the oddly Victorian outfit the boy wore.
It was signed 'Ciel Phantomhive' in very nice cursive.
"Ciel..." Alois sighed dreamily, immediately falling in love with the name, not considering for a moment the picture was not drawn by the boy. He turned the paper over, seeing more writing.
"To whom it may concern, My name is Ciel Phantomhive, my story is a sad one that I'd rather not tell. Too long and bitter. But, I would like to share this with you, my friend, perhaps as my own, final requiem. Yes, that's a nice way to say it...
Si deus me relinquit,
Ego deum oppressus nigram clavem habere potest,
Omnias ianuas praecludoSic omnias precationes me defendet?
Ab me terribilissimo ipse.
Well, that's that then. I know you don't really want to hear my heart, but it's got a hole that words and music can't fill. You do too, don't you? Why else would you be reading this? Why else would I have given you this? On this page, I have left my heart. I'd like you to have it. When you read these words, you're hearing my voice. When you believe these words, you're understanding my heart. I love you, sincerely, Ciel."
Alois stared at the wonderful letter, eyes wide. He didn't even know what language that was, but he knew it was beautiful. Although he felt like he'd really violated whoever this Ciel gentleman was.
The fact that it was signed as Ciel made Alois think that it wasn't the violinist, which was a bit of a letdown. The letter wasn't written by him. Nonetheless, he grabbed a piece of paper and quickly transcribed the foreign bit, intending to try and translate it later. He folded the paper back up and put it away, followed by the rag, then the rosin, and finally, he shut the strangers case.
"Si deus mi requiem. Ego deum relinquo..." He read aloud. He frowned, maybe Italian. With a resigned sigh, he set the paper on his nightstand and flicked off the light, deciding two am was too late to be concerned with mysterious violinists in the dark.
Well, that's chapter one. Thank you very much for reading! -Expect chapter two soon