Lives in the Past

by hauntedhuman

Buddhism says that a there is a process of rebirth, were you will be reborn once you die and you will comeback maybe in your previous body or in a different figure or form. Yet it has never been truly proven, until the case of a certain young boy. A boy who has relived the same life for years. Though for the first time this life is different, and no one is sure how this occurred.

1. Chapter 1

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"While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die." -Da Vinci

December 14, 1995

In the cold crisp air that didn't seem to be violated by the horrible scent that belonged in London. This air was clean and could only be found miles away from the city and deep within a forest. Where a manor that shouldn't belong to this time stood, and behind was littered with gardens and a tiny pond that held a few fish. This manor had stood in the same spot for centuries and hasn't even crumbled or take on any age through those years. This house had seen its master grow up and die at such a young age over and over, and finally it was left without a master and now was empty waiting for its master to return to it.

Yet away from this manor in a hospital that was in the city a man and women were having a child. A couple that looked like nobility, and had an aura of power surrounding them. After the hours of waiting for the birth of their new child, the baby arrived into the world of the living. It's cries were soft and soon stopped after a few minutes and just examined the world with his piercing blue eyes. The child took in his mothers face, and her blonde hair. Than slowly saw his father's face and watched him carefully as he was taken by that man. After him came another women, one with red hair and wore red clothing and even smelled of roses. For a young baby one person was enough to remember yet for this child the three people he remembered. After each introduction the child had been out down so that he could rest and wait to be taken to his new home. As the child fell asleep he was named, Ciel Phantomhive, Son of Vincent and Rachael Phantomhive.

December 14, 2005

It had been ten years since that boy had be born and the years had been fill with joy and splendor, and fear for the boys health, which was poor since his birth. Yet today was different it was his birthday and this boy was filled with happiness, not caring for his frail body he ran throughout the house giggling and smiling. Finally Ciel had reached double digits, and he could be considered a big boy. That was what was going through the slate haired boy as he headed towards the parlor. The room where his parents always were, he wanted to show them how happy he was, and to be able to see their smiling faces.

Behind the parlor doors, hidden still from Ciel's vision two bodies laid in pools of blood. The room seemed dark yet the sun was shining through the window, and the lights were on. The bloods looked so lifeless just laying side by side, their eyes shut and holding one another hands like they just fell asleep. Yet the holes in their chests from where the bullets passing through their bodies showed that they didn't just fall asleep. The crimson red blood stained their clothing and the rug underneath them. The room smelled of death, and all the light had been taken away with their deaths.

Ciel came to a halt when he reached the parlor doors and with a shove he opened the doors and just stood there. His mouth hung open and his blue eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Both of his parents laid there dead. IN that moment the joy and happiness was sucked out of his little body and was filled with despair and grief. Yet those emotions were cut short, and left behind a unconscious boy who was being carried away to where his nightmares would start.