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'Ello my Lovelies! This is AshReaper, Ash for short, here! So before anyone reads this story, there is something that must be understood. This is merely a new account, and I am transferring all my old stories onto this account. My old account was under the name Obscuram Raven, so I am not copying any one elses work, as the original work is my own. If you don't believe me, and need proof, just PM Obscuram Raven, and I'll answer you back from there to confirm that this is indeed my account still.

Formally I was known as Raven for short, but now I will be going by Ash, as to not confuse anyone. My partner in crime, Charlie, will not longer be helping me with all my stories, since he is right now caught up in soccer season, and no longer has the time to write. But alas, he will be able to help now and then, just not as often as he used to.

This story will be updated slowly, as all the chapters are being rewritten, changed, edited, and updated. Eventually my old account will be deleted, however for now, it still stands in order to transfer stories and answer PMs.

If you have any questions about the account change, or concerns, please PM me at either AshReaper, or Obscuram Raven.

Story Warning!

This is a BoyxBoy story! Yaoi! Shounen Ai! MxM! So if you are not comfotable with reading such things, please just walk away now!

CielxSebastian

Story Rating:

It is T for now, but be warned, rating will go up as it continues. It will probably become M soon.

Chapter Warning:

Just a Prologue, nothing yummy yet.

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A New Game, Prologue.

Ciel looked at his hand, as he had been doing for the past few minutes. He knew he should do something else, or at least try to act the way he used too, but he just couldn't. He felt... empty.

It was as if a void had opened up where his heart should be. Everything had been accomplished. His revenge had been done. His soul had been taken. So why was he still alive?

His hand was unlined, smooth, perfect. His nails perfectly done, nothing out of place. Absently he let his fingers reach over to rub the Phantomhive Ring that sat on his thumb, only to be met with open air. Ciel felt a sense of loss at such a small thing. Over the years he had come to become used to have the ring there, even if it was nothing more than a symbol of who he is. Who he was. He didn't really know who he was anymore. His manor had burned down, along with his title as earl. In truth, no one had taken away his title as Earl, it was more so, he didn't know how to go back to being the Earl.

The Earl had been a young boy. A boy with a cunning, witty, yet terrifying mind that could outwit anyone. A mind that had become more complicated than most could ever imagine. He was the Queen's Watchdog. The darkness needed for the light to survive. He was the ruler of the underworld of England in some ways. He was the boy whose whole being revolved about revenge and vengeance. A boy who was scarred, a boy who lived in the dark. A boy who wanted to die. And when he was supposed to die, when he was promised to die. He had survived.

Sebastian looked over at his young Lord, who was sitting on a bench that could be found in a park in which almost no one strolled through. He was sitting bent over. His clothes were not his usual attire. Instead of the usual frilly, fancy clothes in blacks, blues, dark greens and navies, he wore a peasants assortment of clothing in hopes of being able to hide his identity. Consisting of a slightly worn cream shirt, with a brown leather vest on top, along with brown slacks, also worn. They did not fit the young Lord, as much as his old clothes. They had been hiding their identity for several days, staying at a local inn.

Looking at his master he couldn't help but frown. Days ago the battle with Alois and Claude had ended. Along with Ciel's revenge. He should have been able to eat the soul by now and disappear in search of another yummy soul. But he couldn't he found. Right when he had been about to eat the child's soul, he had stopped. His mind wandered back to the scene.

Sebastion sat Ciel down slowly and gently on the broken bench. He was such a small weak boy, yet in so many ways, so strong. The place they were at was broken, full of ruins. Ruins of a once beautiful place. A perfect place to die, for a soul so perfect, yet so broken. Sebastian looked down at the Lord. Slipping his hands through silky black hair, he slowly untied the black string attached to the eye patch covering the purple marked eye. Ciel looked at him unflinching, unwavering. He was so beautiful, big eyes, ivory skin, blue black hair. And the strength in his eyes. Strength to be bored in the face of death. Sebastian's own face. Sebastian looked one last time into the eye's of his Master. Expecting to see pain, hatred, anger, and most of all fear, like all the rest of his victims. But there was nothing of that there. There was trust. Unwavering trust for what Sebastian was about to do to him. Sebastian froze with shock. Lost in the trust of those eyes. He must have looked too long because, he heard Ciel speak. "Sebastian, what is taking you so long? This is an order Sebastian. Devour every last bit of my soul, now!" Ciel ordered. Irritation flicking in his eyes. He really was not frightened of death. "Yes, My Lord." Sebastian said for the very last time. Glancing for the last time at Ciel's eyes, he moved to where the neck was and stopped. Pulling back he looked back into the eyes. behind all the trust, and now irritation, was something he had never seen before. Something he had never seen in Ciel before. There was a flicker of love. And love not for just anyone, love for his butler. Love for the only one who ever had stayed by him. Actual love. Sebastian's mind stopped working momentarily. He paused and bent back down. About to bite down. He stopped again. He couldn't do it. He couldn't eat a soul for the first time. It wasn't that he couldn't, it was more he didn't want to. No, there would never be another soul like this, and if he didn't taste it now, he would never taste it. But there would never be another person like Ciel again either. Never such a terrible, cunning, terrifying, yet so weak master. There would never be another Ciel. Without another thought, knowing full well what and why he was about to, he reached behind Ciel's neck, pressing into, until he felt Ciel slump against him.

Sebastian frowned at the memory. Still not completely sure why he didn't eat the boy's soul. He looked at Ciel now. And he did not like what he saw. Ciel who was almost always arrogant, prideful, better than everyone, looked... blank. Nothing was there in his eyes now They looked as dead. His master was no more than a walking corpse. Maybe it would have been better to have eaten his soul. Sebastian was interrupted from his thoughts.

"Sebastian... the game is over. All my pawns were cast. In the end their king fell. I was the king. I'm sitting on a mound of corpse. I am the last one, I won. So why is it I feel nothing? Sebastian... why didn't you kill me? I should be, no, I even feel dead. The game is over... what now?" Ciel whispered sounding... lost. Sebastian was momentarily silenced by that. Never had his master ever sounded lost, never the less asked advice. Sebastian was about to answer when a sudden thought came to mind.

"My Lord, another game has arrived, and once again you are the king, perhaps even the queen. Will you come with me, My Lord?" I asked bowing down, but lifting my head to look into his eyes. Ciel looked over at me. Looking me in the eyes. Something sparked, a piece of life came back to them. Determination and arrogance.

"Well, when did I ever allow you to bow to me while looking up? Head down! A new Game you say? That may just be interesting. Only because I'm bored of course. Take me there at once Sebastian! This is an order!" He ordered, his old light coming back.

I bowed down. "Yes My Lord. The New Game shall begin... in hell." And they were gone.

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