A/N: Happy Post-Birthday Ciel!~ Even though his birthday was like December 14, oh well. I forgot. I wrote this in kind of a hurry, because I wanted it to be finished somewhat close to December 14. I decided to post it (even though it kind of sucks XD) for you all to read! Ciel-centric, because it is his (post) birthday. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: No, Kuroshitsuji isn't mine. It belongs to Yana Toboso who frankly, I worship. XD
December's Child
He watches as the snow falls. With one palm against the cold windowpane, Ciel breathes onto the glass. Where his breath falls the window fogs up, tiny droplets of water condensing. Outside, a thin layer of ice covers the glass, tendrils stretching and turning, creating intricate patterns of ice. As the winter ices over the window, it also freezes Ciel's heart. He hates winter and he hates the cold.
But he also hates fire. The fire that burnt away the coldness, that grew too violent and destroyed all...
His fingers clench tightly, and his frozen heart stirs once in hatred. Ever since that night, he doesn't know how to love anymore. All that fuels him is emotions that leave him empty and hollow all over again. Hate, anger, shame...
He wants revenge. Revenge, revenge, revenge...these words are repeated each day. Every morning when Ciel wakes, every night when he sleeps. Each minute. He has to remind himself so he doesn't lose his mind completely.
Because Ciel made a pact with a demon and once that binding seal was placed over his eye, it was all over. He was dead already in the demon's eyes.
Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge...why?
Why?
Ciel knows he regrets it. He knows in the end, it won't cause him any satisfaction. But if there was ever a chance, a mere spider's thread, he would have taken it. And if revenge would lead him out of the darkness for even a moment, he would take it. Because if he was to die anyways, at least he would die after the cheap theatre act had ended. Once the curtains fell, the demon would take off his ridiculous disguise and he'd be dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
Everyone important and precious to him were gone. His father and mother, Madame Red...they refused his happiness.
"Sebastian."
The inevitable answer arrives not a second late. "Yes, young master?"
"Has everyone left?" His fiancee Elizabeth had an absurd notion of putting on a birthday celebration for Ciel. But she wouldn't know that December 14 was the day everything was stolen from him.
"Yes. It is getting late, young master, do you wish to retire to bed?"
"No." Leave me be, demon.
And as if Sebastian could read his thoughts perfectly, that demon turns to leave. Ciel can feel those burning eyes on his form, and the smirk gracing his lips.
"As you wish, young master."
Sebastian's footsteps fade away into whispers, and Ciel continues staring out the window. He feels like the snow will never stop falling...
But when the snow does stop the next morning, another day of his existence will be gone.
Somewhere, his demon is laughing.
A/N: Yea, it's a super short drabble. Kill me. Reviews are welcome people :)