A/N; Hey guys~! So, this isn't the whole story, I swear of it. It's just the prolouge and I wouldn't dare end it here. But I'm trying my best to write out long, beautiful fanfictions that get a lot of reviews and fanart...
So, here it is~ Enjoy.
Warnings; Sebastian's thoughts on God.
Disclamer; If I owned Kuroshitsuji, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it, now would I?
The moon was high, the sky littered with twinkling stars. A lone boy about the age of ten was roaming about the streets on this dark, cold night. He didn't remember anything, just his name and that was it. The only things he had on him were his clothes and a ring. The ring was a beautiful blue, a rare beauty that also matched the owner's eyes. Ciel Phantomhive, the boy thought, remembering his name. That was the one thing he remembered, other than blazing heat and the color red. His eyes shut tightly, a frown forming over his soft, pink, chapped lips. The air was crisp and cold and his clothing was no help.
The boy with light blue hair and deep blue eyes wore only a tattered shirt and trousers. He shuddered, his eyes shutting as he slid down the brick wall as he pulled his knees to his chest. Trying to keep warm, Ciel buried his head into his knees, whimpering. He wondered how long he was walking out here.
I started in the wooded area... T-this is town. London... Right?
His thoughts were becoming more... Muddy to him. He realized... He was walking for two days. Grabbing a nearby news paper, he looked at the date, hoping it was today's paper. December 14th was the date. Yes, it had been two days. At least he thought so. He hoped so. It would be terrible if it wasn't. Two days' walk away from his house. He had a house correct? He didn't know. Pulling his knees closer to his chest, he whimpered once again, tears streaming down his face. My name is Ciel Phantomhive, he told himself again and again, making sure he would never forget that small piece of information.
Sebastian walked down the street, just finishing up giving his newest book to his editor... It would be published in two days' time. The grown man was usually expressionless, usually stoic and calm and cool, but tonight a small smile danced on his lips. The raven-like man was truly happy tonight, he was proud of his book and being at the young age of 21, he was ready to let loose. The past few weeks had been nothing but non-stop writing to finish his book on time. Everybody loved it too, it was another piece in his wonderful series. In a month, he would start on a new book. The thought suddenly made Sebastian stop in his wake and frown. He placed his hand on his chin, rubbing it as he thought. Now he wouldn't be able to let loose and relax, he needed an idea. His ideas would always come effortlessly, but this time they wouldn't come... Growling, his crimson eyes narrowed at the ground, pulling his black coat closer.
"How colder can this damn town get?" He breathed, seeing the white cloud in front of him. Times like this he really did regret not buying a car. He had a large sum of money, but since he was only ten blocks away from the office his editor was at, he found no point. Running a hand through his black hair, he let out a sigh as he walked. It was late, probably one in the morning or a little later, he couldn't quite tell and he didn't feel like pulling out his phone to check either.
Growing impatient with himself, he decided to check his phone, stopping right in front of an alley way. He patted his large coat, trying to find what pocket the damn thing could be in. Once he found his phone, he pulled it out, his eyes narrowing once more at the bright screen. Like always, the man was correct. It was one in the morning. He only stayed back because he had a little bit of 'fun' with two of the women in the office. He was a total ladies' man after all. With his good looks, he could charm anyone, even the occasional male partner. Turning his attention back to reality, his head turned to glance down the alley. Hearing small whimpers but thinking nothing of it.
Probably a dog, bloody animals, he thought, trying to rid himself of that nagging voice in the back of his head. Somehow, some part of him knew it wasn't an animal, but he forced himself to think differently... Sighing as he became more impatient, curiosity got the better of him. His head turned once again, only to be completely shocked all though he knew it wasn't an animal. Blood red eyes shot open as he ran over to a shivering figure. He saw what looked like a boy and as he walked closer, he saw the blue hair, dirt, ripped clothing and a very slender body. Sebastian didn't exactly know what to say, so he just cleared his throat and waited for the boy to look up. The raven-like man almost backed up, seeing the piercing blue eyes. One eye was clouded while the other was pure blue. Sebastian could almost lose himself in the boy's eyes. Finally, bent down, holding a hand out.
"Are you lost?" Was the first thing the man said to the child. The boy just shook his head. Sebastian wanted to sigh, already irritated with the boy, as if he wasn't already irritated at himself for staying back at the office already. He wasn't one to be messed with. He wasn't one to really enjoy children at all. He slept around, getting any one he liked because of his beautiful looks.
"Come here," he murmured, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around the shivering boy. He bit his lower lip, looking into his beautiful blue eyes once again. He didn't want to leave the child here, but he didn't dare take him home. What choice did he have though? His mother and father always said he needed to be a bit more responsible. He was a grown man after all. "I'm Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. I know it's weird to talk to strangers, but you look cold and hungry. Come on." He held out his hand once more. Small, fragile, cold fingers reached out and grabbed his hand. He pulled the boy up into his arms. "Do you talk?"
The black haired man sighed, seeing that the little boy simply wouldn't talk. Taking the slender boy into his arms bridal style, he continued to make the long walk back to his apartment. Finally seeing the building in the distance, he walked up to his room and shifted the boy's weight, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door. Once it was open, he swung it open and shut it with his foot as he walked in.
Ciel didn't pay any attention to the rather spacious apartment, he just paid attention to the soft, warm bed suddenly underneath him. His eyes fluttered close as he buried himself into the bed, not caring about anything but sleep and warmth, food would come tomorrow. He felt safe near the raven-like man. He felt... Strong, safe, warm. A smile touched the ten year old's small lips, something that had seemed near impossible in his current state.
"No!" Sebastian hissed over his phone, trying his best not to yell at the woman that he was 'dating'. He didn't dare wake the beautiful boy in the bedroom. He decided to call off all of the girls he planned on bringing over since he had him now. He knew this would be a life time thing and he should act like a responsible guardian. Granted, this was hard, telling the one woman he enjoyed sleeping with to just leave his life forever. "It's over." He hung up his cell phone, going over to the boy between reality and whatever dream land he had, a smile gracing his lips.
"Hey," he said quietly, sitting down and placing a hand on his dirty cheek. Speaking of dirt, he'd need to change the sheets tomorrow because of all the filth that covered this poor child. But behind the dirt and what looked like tears, this boy was beautiful. He had a very feminine body, though his body had little to no curves, except for his hips, which came out just a little bit more than his torso. His slender legs were long and slender but they looked strong. His eyes glanced at his small, round bottom before quickly going up to his small shoulders. A man his age shouldn't be thinking about a boy's bottom. "Hey," he said again, his hand moving to the boy's shoulder and gently shaking him. It looked like he would break any moment. "Can I know your name before your go to sleep?"
Ciel rubbed his eyes, stretching before he spoke. His throat was dry and his voice was small and weak compared to the man's deep, attractive voice. "Ciel... Ciel Phantomhive." He coughed before curling back up into a ball. That's all the man wanted and now he planned to sleep, but now since he spoke, he had a coughing fit. It was hard to breathe.
Did the boy have asthma? "I'll be right back," the grown man said with a slightly worried expression. He didn't want the boy dying on him now. Maybe he needed something to drink? It looked like Ciel hadn't had a drink, much less a meal. Ciel wanted to cling to the man, just tell-Sebastian was his name- to allow him to die as he walked out of the room. Upon return, Sebastian held a tray with warm milk and honey on it. "Here, drink this and then go to bed. You'll get food and clean clothes tomorrow."
The bluenette suddenly sat up and grabbed the milk and the honey, pouring a little of the golden liquid into the milk, stirring it a few times with the spoon. He slowly drank the glass down feeling like he'd throw it all up. His poor stomach was so small now. After a moment, he finished the sweet milk, sighing as he realized his cough had disappeared. Laying down, his eyes fluttered closed as he watched the man walk out of the room with the dirty dishes.
Sebastian sighed as he softly closed the the door behind him, a small smile appearing. The child looked like an angel, even more so when he fell asleep. He wondered what was wrong with the boy's right eye? It looked like he was blind, but that didn't stop him from being beautiful. Walking up to the sink in the kitchen, he started to clean the dishes. Now, Sebastian wasn't really a religious man, and he'd admit that to any person brave enough to ask, but he swore the boy in the other room was an angel.
He had to be. He was too perfect for his own good. The man was shocked no pervert had tried to take him away and stash him in some dirty room to use whenever he pleased. Frowning, he paused in his actions to hang his head. Wasn't he technically a pervert for taking the boy in? No. All Sebastian wanted to do was raise the boy like a nephew. No child deserved a life out on the streets. But why him? Oh, God, why him? Why was such a beautiful boy given to him? Glancing up at the ceiling, he swore under his breath, a quiet growl escaping him as well. He was not happy with whatever god decided to give him someone this beautiful in the form of a young boy. Finally drying the dishes, and his hands, he sighed, shaking his head.
"I have an angel in my bed and his name is Ciel Phantomhive," the man said before laying on the couch, sleep quickly taking over him.