Summary: Newly resurrected, Ciel Phantomhive crosses paths again with Sebastian and his life is thrown into chaos.
Warnings: Resurrection of characters, liberties with religion and the plot, OC's
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, never will. (Unfortunately)
"Lascaite ogni sperenza, voi che entrate!" ~Dante Alighieri
"Sebastian, this is an order. Carve the pain of my life into my soul." The younger boy looked petulant as he gazed up at the taller butler.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian kneeled down into a deep bow. The next thing that Ciel was aware of was darkness.
"Oi! Sora! Wake up!" A loud, annoying voice rang through the room as sunlight filtered through the window to shine on the bed. A small, slender boy of about 15 groaned.
"No." The boy who was referred to as Sora drew the blanket over his head.
"Sora!" The woman trying to wake Sora grabbed the blanket and yanked it off the bed.
"Mom! Stop it!" Sora snapped, shooting up, trying to grab back at the blanket.
"You'll be late for school!" She retorted, her hands on her hips.
"Don't want to go." He lied back in bed and flipped his body over so that his face was buried in the pillow.
"Young man, get out of bed this instant!"
"Ugh. Fine." The boy sat up and swung his legs over the edge. A loud yawn escaped him and his mom shook her head.
"5 minutes. Come downstairs in 5 minutes."
"Okay." Sora made a shooing motion with his hand. His mom left and Sora sat there for a second before his eyes glanced up at the ceiling. He smiled but his eyes were filled with sorrow. "Ne, Sebastian… Are you still with me?"
His mom stood outside his doorway, a worried look on her face. Her son had been talking to himself a lot in the past, especially to someone named Sebastian. Normally she would not have been worried and would have brushed it off as an imaginary friend that her son had created, but he was 15 now. Not only that, but Sora had been insisting that his name wasn't Sora at all, but Ciel Phantomhive and that he was an Earl under the Queen of England. Not only that, but he also talked avidly about three servants named Meiren, Bardroy, and Finny and a butler named Tanaka and a company called Phantom company. His teachers applauded his creativity, but deep down, his mother knew that this wasn't just his imagination. This was something more. Something unhealthy.
Sora stood up from the table when he finished breakfast and thanked his mom. She smiled warily at him as she whisked away his plate. Her son looked uncannily like a foreigner for a fully-fledged Japanese boy, with his dark, wide blue eyes even though his hair was dark enough to pass as black. "Thanks Mom, I'm going to go off to school now." His tone was moody and indicated that he was sulking about something.
"Honey, I'll give you a ride." Sora cocked his head.
"Is everything okay, mom?" He asked innocently. His mom smiled and nodded before grabbing her purse and car keys.
"Yeah. Everything's perfectly fine. Go get your stuff." Sora shrugged and walked off to where his school bag lay. "Come on, get into the car."
"All right. Thanks mom." He walked out of the house and went to go sit in the car.
"No problem, Sora." She gave a small smile filled with sadness.
"We're here!" She sang as she stopped in front of Sora's school. "Have fun today!" Sora gave a cut nod.
"Okay. Thanks." He got out of the car. "Bye mom."
"I love you!" No response. She frowned as she watched her son's retreating back.
Sharp blue eyes stared out the window as the teacher droned on and on in class. The 15-year old boy sighed as the teacher kept talking. This class was so boring… He knew everything that the teacher was talking about somehow or another. In this class, the teacher was an attractive male who looked about 25, with shoulder-length brown hair, pale skin and hazel eyes speckled with another color that made them look like a mud-red brown.
"Itonami-kun, please read the next passage." Sora looked down at his textbook and began reading the English passage. His English was perfect with absolutely no accent and no flaws whatsoever. (A/N: For all you Americans out there, he has a British accent, but let's just say no accent= no Japanese accent.) The girls in his class swooned as he read one of Shakespeare's sonnets even though they didn't understand a word of what he was saying. His voice was enough to make the girls want him.
"Excellent, Itonami-kun. You may sit." The teacher smiled broadly at Sora, but the boy looked away as soon as he sat down. "May I see you after class?" Sora's head shot towards the front of the classroom as soon as he heard the teacher's request. Dark blue eyes met crimson eyes that almost glowed red.
"Yes Sensei," Sora surprisingly acquiesced to the male teacher's request.
"Excellent. Please come to my office after class. I'll see you then…. Ciel." Sora shot up from his seat, shocked, as the bell rang. No one else had heard the English name as everyone else rushed out of class for lunch break. The 15-year old boy followed the teacher out of the classroom.
"Is everything okay Sensei?" Sora asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Maaa… I've never heard your voice shake before, Itonami-kun. I should be the one aski-"
An annoyed voice cut through what the teacher was saying. "Cut it out. Who are you and how do you know my name?" The teacher chuckled.
"Your name? It's Itonomi Sora-kun. It was written on my roster in the beginning of this year when you arrived in my class."
"Lies. You called me Ciel." The boy snarled. This was truly a touchy topic for him. "How the hell do you know my name?"
"I do not know of this Ciel you talk about."
"Stop playing with me! This is an order, Sebastian! Tell me the truth!" The young boy's right eye flared purple.
"Saa.. Who is Sebastian? That's such an old-fashioned name, don't you think? It sounds like a name from Queen Victoria's age in England. Are you feeling okay, Itonomi-kun?" His tone was teasing, almost mocking.
"…I order you to tell me what it happening this instant Sebastian!" Sora stopped walking alongside his teacher. "You are bound under contract! You cannot disobey me!" Without realizing it, Sora had started speaking in English and he was getting odd stares from other students.
"Itonomi-kun, please calm down. We are still in the middle of school. Ah. We've arrived at my office. Please." He opened the door and held it open for the shorter boy. After Sora walked into the office, sensei followed him and closed the door. "Now… Ciel. It seems like you remembered."
"You called me Ciel again. Why?" Sora demanded. "How do you know about Ciel?"
"… Saa… Young master, do you not remember?" Before the 15-year old boy's very eyes, his teacher began to transform into a very familiar figure.
"Sebastian. What are you doing here? Why am I in this world again?" The 15-year old's tone was aristocratic. Sebastian laughed. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, young master. Your tone just reminded me of so long ago… It's been what, 100 years? It's been a while since I've heard one of your commands." The two drifted into the past during Victorian ages as they reminisced.
"Yes, I remember. Why am I still here? Did you not take my soul?" Sora/Ciel asked.
"About that…." Sebastian actually looked… embarrassed. "I couldn't do it."
"… A demon couldn't take a soul? Is that for real?" The boy's tone was filled with disbelief.
"… I have nothing more to say." Sebastian's broad smile faded. "Please join me for lunch, young master."
"No. Not until you tell me what is going on. You are my butler and you are bound by cont-" Ciel (A/N: I'm just going to call him that from here on out) stopped talking when he heard Sebastian chuckling again. "What?" He demanded.
"I am no longer bound by contract, young master. Not in your case at the very least. I'm sorry, my lord." Sebastian kneeled down into a deep bow, but instead of lowering his head demurely like he used to, his eyes locked with Ciel's blue eyes.
"Who are you bound to now?"
"The principal of this school." Sebastian's voice was regretful as he rose.
"… What is her request?"
"Nothing as interesting as yours was. All she wants to do is have her rival's reputation ruined." Sebastian shuddered. Ciel raised an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised you haven't already completed that and eaten her soul. Oh wait, you like toying with your prey." His tone was accusing.
"I see you haven't changed much, young master."
"Hey, my English hasn't deteriorated at the very least." Ciel retorted.
"No it has not. Your English and Japanese are both excellent." Sebastian smiled patronizingly.
"Don't. You. Dare. I hate this country. I hate Japan. They have no decent teas, sweets and their political leaders are absolutely… horrible. And the toys! Speaking of which, whatever happened to the Phantom Company?"
"It's still up and running, young master."
"Who's running it?"
"Hm… I believe that Tanaka's grandchildren are running it. It's actually working quite well."
"Tanaka's grandchildren? Do they know anything about business at all? I don't want Phantom Company to fall into the wrong hands and become bankrupt!" Ciel raised his head high, his eyes flashing.
"It's fine, young master. I am still in contact with them and I instruct them to do what I believe that you, as the head of the Phantomhive family, would have wanted them to do."
"… Thank you, Sebastian." Ciel mumbled. "Thank you for keeping my legacy alive."
Sebastian kneeled down again into a bow, this time complete with his head facing down. "You're welcome, my lord. After all, a butler of the Phantomhive family should be able to complete something as simple as keeping the Phantom Company in business." All of a sudden, the door swung open and there stood the principal, Ryuuzaki-sensei, with fire blazing in her eyes. Ciel recoiled in shock as her mouth opened in a snarl at the sight of Sebastian bowing to Ciel.
"Tenmachi Ryuu, what are you doing? Get up this instant! That is an order!" Her voice was shrill and Ciel stood, frozen, as Sebastian swiftly stood up and transformed back into the teacher that Ciel had known before. "I am sorry, mistress. We were practicing for a performance that we were planning on showing to the class tomorrow. It is a scene from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, where Brutus kills Caesar and I was merely showing him the position in which we would have to be in for when he ki-"
"Do not lie to me. There are no other students here. There are multiple people in the scheme to kill Caesar. What are you really doing?" The young boy was still shocked. The woman had seen through Sebastian's lie. No one could see through his lies. No one should have been able to. What was going on? The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch hour, and Ciel jumped.
"You- Itonomi-kun, I'm sorry to have taken your time and your lunch hour. Please, join me tomorrow. For now, please, I do not wish for you to be late to your next class." Sebastian said, his voice even.
"Itonomi-kun? Stay." Ryuuzaki commanded. Ciel, who had been edging towards the door, froze again. "I need to talk to both of you."
"Mistress, please. Itonomi-kun should not be late for his next class." Sebastian fought with his current master for the sake of his old master.
"I am the principal of this school. My word is law here. Do you dare defy me?" The tall, blonde-haired American-turned-Japanese woman snapped, her dark brown eyes flashing.
"No, mistress. I am merely asking that Itonomi-kun hurry to his next class." Sebastian responded.
"… Why are you arguing for his sake? Is there something going on between the two of you that I should know about?"
"Please, Ryuuzaki-sensei, Tenmachi-sensei, I do not wish to be late for my next class." Ciel fingered his ears where he had small blue earrings in.
"Fine. Get out. I never want to see you two together again." Ciel gave a short bow to the principal at her command, but internally, he was grimacing in disgust. As the door shut behind the young boy, the half-mixed woman turned on the demon. "Now. Tell me what the hell that was all about." She elegantly and fluently removed the bandages around her wrist to reveal a circle with a star on it. The contract mark glowed and Sebastian scowled before kneeling down. "That is an order."
End of first chapter~ Constructive criticism is appreciated! (Note: I don't know if people will get alerts or not, but this is an edited version. Not much was edited, just a quote added onto the beginning)