I miss Alois. I wish Kuroshitsuji focused somewhat more on shonen-ai since it hints at so much. Stupid Claude, killing your adorable shota T_T! Just a brief little writing on Claude being reminded of Alois. Please review!
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Claude held the ring in his gloved hand, eyeing its glinting red stone with detachment. The Trancy butler held it up to the light and adjusted his glasses with his other hand, eyeing the object keenly.
"Houhe o taraluna ron de rotarel!"
Such a plea, he recalled, those small hands clinging to his legs…how soft it was, to graze that pale cheek, tinted slightly with a blush…his fingers had tingled, yet reminded him of his stronger purpose.
Claude stilled when a familiar laughter hit his ears, and turned, lowering the ring. He frowned, when he realized it was nothing more than the wind. He pocketed the ring, as if it were nothing more than a burden. He walked through that forest as the dawn peaked, whimsically musing as to why he had returned there.
He sniffed, knowing the scent of metallic blood still clung, pure in the air. The demon hungered, holding up one of his gloved hands and gazing at it. Claude tore off the glove, tossing it to the side and flexed his hand.
He could smell that blood, that sullied, yet youthful crimson…washed off as it was, yet he could feel its gushing warmth still stained upon his very soul.
Midnight tears in cobalt eyes, why was the image so stark in his mind?
Everyday he had served him, longing, once, yes- he had.
"The Trancy butler, I think not," Claude whispered, kneeling before a tree. His nails grazed the bark, his demon's strength crushing it with a mere brush of skin.
"Claude, please don't ever leave me!"
The demon's amber eyes narrowed, licking his lips unconsciously in his frustration.
Tears, indeed, how they had burned his unnatural skin…nothing more than a child, yet far too much anguish in that bright gaze. How he had been attracted to such agony; such macabre beauty!
He had kissed that skin once, no many times, in a bout of kneeling, in a teasing caress…
Claude lips rose, his teeth showing in his disgust when he realized his hands were trembling against the tree.
"You, yourself ,are my Highness!"
Claude stiffened, standing up abruptly. He looked around swiftly, swearing he had heard a voice. He took a moment to collect himself, pressing a hand to his face.
And how cold it is without your blood to warm me…Alois…