A/N: Hey everyone! Well, I was spur-using through onemanga when I discovered this amazing series, Kuroshitsuji, and I had the incurable desire to write a fic so wala! I'm also planning for this to be a yaoi, which just seems to be my muse's addiction lately, but that's for future chapters...Anyways, I hope you will enjoy!
I now present you with: Presence
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, nor will I ever, I'm just fulfilling my own self-centered need to feed my muse...
Warning: There is some very minute spoilers, for those who haven't read all of the scans yet...but they are minute.
Chapter One: Tea Garden
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Ciel had been in one of his peculiar moods, which either indicated internal reminiscence, or displeasure for something that would occur in the future. And of course, as butler to the Phantomhive's it is my duty to make right of whatever dilemma was plaguing the young master.
"Pardon the intrusion, I have brought your afternoon tea." Came my customary apology as I entered Ciel's study. "Today's snack is Raspberry Eclair, would you like some?" I asked, fully aware of my master's answer.
I placed a fine china cup in front of the small boy, who was draped in a particularly overly flamboyant costume-which complimented all of his features miraculously- and he breathed in the aroma which came from it. He then frowned when he couldn't place the name. He smelled again, the frown only increasing.
"Sebastian?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly perplexed. "Yes?" I returned, seemingly oblivious to Ciel's small uneasiness.
"What kind of tea is this?" He asked, his beautiful eye connecting with mine, as if looking at me would hint towards the tea's title. I smiled slightly.
"Its a special blend." I stated and Ciel looked back at his cup now contemplating its color. "Do you mean more than one type of tea?" He asked, his voice now void of concern and replaced by unamused interest.
"Yes, two to be precise." He looked back at me, a sign that I should elaborate on my statement. "I first steeped some crushed oolong leaves, which had been mixed with lavender and sage. Then I infused it with a sort of cherry blossom tea which was a present from the Duke of France." Ciel seemed fully content with this answer and he took a long sip. His cheeks turned slight red from the taste, and he placed the cup back in its saucer.
"Its delicious." He whispered, mostly to himself. I placed another piece of fine china next to the tea, which held the eclair. "I am happy it pleases you." I stated, the true joy that erupted in the pit of my stomach not showing through.
Ciel's troubled expression reappeared on his face and I looked at him curiously. "Has something bothered you?" I asked in a slight concerned manner, my tone revealing just enough emotion for Ciel to notice my seriousness.
"Its just-" He started and then drifted off, as if taken away by his troubling daydreams. "Just?" I inquired. Ciel sighed as his eye refocused, and he then removed his eye-patch, revealing the sign of our contract, our unnatural attachment. His mismatched eyes were beautiful, and the intricate patterns the contract created within the iris were truly enrapturing.
"I've been having dreams." He stated, partially ashamed and embarrassed at how weak he sounded. "Terrible dreams." He elaborated.
"Would you care to talk of them?" I asked, allowing him the option of refusing to satisfy my curiosity. Ciel sighed again and nodded.
"He's being unusually submissive." I thought to myself as I continued to stare at the small boy in front of me. He took another sip of tea and then cleared his voice before he started.
"Its incredibly dark, and I feel restraints around my wrists and chest. I hear screaming in the distance, and I feel indescribable heat all around me. The screaming gets louder, and then there is a reddish hue everywhere, and the heat continues. Then everything goes black again, and I feel the restraints tighten. I struggle against them, but they just keep tightening, until I'm being dragged into the darkness, and then-" He drifted off again.
"And then?" I once again provided, and Ciel returned to the present. "And then I wake up." He stated, and he then continued to stare intensely at me, as if I had an answer to the unusual happenings of his subconscious.
"How long have you been having these dreams?" I asked, strangely concerned over the information that would be given.
"A little over a week, I think." He stated, resting his chin on his hand mussing to himself. "I wonder why..." He whispered again to himself.
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A/N: what do ya think? I'm planning on this just being a simple love story line between Sebastian and Ciel, but with me you'll never know until its finished! Please review, they always are welcomed. Now I'm off to brainstorm for the next chapter.