First Kuroshitsuji fanfic I'm not asking for kindness just simply constructive critisizm at least
Prologue
Ciel. Meaning "sky" in Italian. The very one-syllable word makes my whole body quiver in, not fear, but past memories that can obviously not be erased from my brain. The very word once saunted ever so gracefully off my tongue once before that to this day. . . I cannot even get the name out of my mouth. I swear, some creature from below is torturing me, preventing me from letting out that lovely name. Well, I have been lying: his name is not beutiful. In fact, it is the most simple and boring name in the world. How the hell such a creature (his beautiful self) could ever get stuck with a horrible name like that is totally amazing.
Now, am I trying to insult the young boy? Oh, no, no, no. Nothing that can be done so carelessly. After all, this boy was chosen by me. Seriously. For what, you ask? Fu, fu, fu....He was chosen to be mine. Mine, and no one elses'. That dead look in the left eye (the little brat actually tries to hide what pretty much binds us!), the silky brown hair, the shortness, the slenderness of the legs, oh--how the petite boy was captivating! Now, how did he catch my eye, you ask?
Well, I am no pedophille nor a fan of the children, but this one just makes me feel like no one ever could. It wasn't love at first sight, no. Nothing so delusive and visionary, no. In fact, it took a fair amount of time for me to realize my feelings for the Young Master. Even before my realizing, I had been spying on my master.
Oh, the entertainment he'd bring me! It's no wonder he, (being 12 years of age at that time) would be doing some indecent things for me to see (without his knowing, of course) and view things of a "certain topic" that surely no one was to know about. After my realizing my feelings for the Young Master, I admit it, I had in fact thought of using those dark truths against him, to be my pet and all, but. . . .
Even I'm not that terrible. Having said all that. . .Oh, where shall I start? perhaps, maybe, my current situation? Yes, that seems about right. I am currently in a small, dingy room, with a simple couch for me to rest. That's all. The hideous yellow wall with disgusting red roses painted on absolutely sickend me. The grey-wood flooring was no better, and the bright pink light? Oh, dear God. . . . Anyone'd think that Pedo Bear were living here to get away with small children. . . And my reason for being in here? That shall be revealed as I tell my story, of not too long ago, while writing these words on old paper with an even older ink pen.
Let's just hope that, while they review my case, while they decide me innocent or guilty, while they let it slide or give me life in jail, that I, Sebastian Michaelis, have enough time (and ink) to get my story down.