A/N: My first ever fan fic! Set immediately after the end of Black Butler II. Please R&R! I love feedback! And, obviously, I don't own Sebastian or Ciel...:(
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Introduction
'Yes, my lord'
Gravity sucked the boy and his butler down, down, downward. Darkness engulfed the two figures greedily, leaving no trace that anyone had been there mere moments before; like they had vanished from existence.
The boy's grey-blue hair whipped up with the descent, slapping against his butler's face.
His butler. The corners of Ciel's mouth tucked up at the thought. That fool of a boy Trancy might have had his own interest at heart when he contracted with Hannah, but Ciel doubted it could have worked out any better for himself. Normally, the surrounding darkness compounded with the wind would have made seeing anything almost impossible, but Ciel found that he had no trouble seeing his butler. It must be a demon thing, he thought to himself. His blue eye flicked up to the butler's face, the icy wind buffeting his exposed eyelid in the process. Stoic, as ever, with raven hair swirling around in the wind. As always, Sebastian's face betrayed no emotion. Something about Sebastian's unwavering calm needled the young Earl.
Surely you are frustrated, surely. The prize you sought, the soul you wanted and slaved for as a menial butler for all this time –taken from your grasp; forever.
Again, the Phantomhive earl smirked to himself. Sebastian glanced down at the boy in his arms, one perfect eyebrow raised slightly; 'What is it you find amusing, young master?' Neither curiosity nor care prompted this question, and Ciel knew it.
Ciel's smirk disappeared. 'You must be roiling with hatred right now, Sebastian. Towards Trancy, for robbing you of my soul, towards Hannah, for seducing him.' The boy demon paused. 'And towards me, for being of no use to you now...and yet still your master. Do you hate them, mmm? Hate me?'
Sebastian studied his master's face for a long moment. It was now and then obscured by his slate hair, whipping around in frenzy, his one visible eye quivering slightly. There was no compassion in his master's countenance, no concern in his question. But that was his master. Or was it? Was this demon reincarnation just a farce-like copy of the original Ciel Phantomhive? Sebastian didn't know how much he cared to dwell on that.
'I asked you a question, Sebastian. I demand an answer.'
Perhaps it was his master, after all.
Sebastian Michaelis smiled ever so slightly. 'No, young master, I do not hate them. Demons do not feel, and therefore do not hate, so I do not.'
A/N: Oookayy I know that was kinda abrupt...what do you guys think so far? I already have the last chapter written, I'm just working on the middle :)