Ciel closed his eyes, Three years, it's been three years since he saved me on that road, but what can I do to thank him, he thought and leaned back in his chair. Three years ago his home burned to the ground, three years ago he burned the right half of his face and lost his eye, three years ago a man with long silver hair picked him off the side of the road where he had collapsed.
It was three years ago, December fourteenth, his tenth birthday, that's when it all happened, when Ciel Phantomhive lost his whole family. He didn't know how it started, or when, he just remembered waking up from a nap and his room was filled with smoke. He ran from the room as fast as he could, calling for anyone he could think of, but only heard the voice of his mother. By the time he saw his mother and father, there was no way they could escape. He swallowed his tears hard and ran from the house, If I don't live, then they can't live on, he kept thinking.
He ran to the front door, but it was blocked by a large beam, too heavy to lift. He ran to another room and threw a lamp through the window, as he did a board fell and hit him in the face, burning the right side of his face and causing a large piece of burnt wood to pierce his eye. He pulled away and jumped from the window, and began to run down the dirt path, screaming for help. He ran down the road, yelling and pleading, but no one used that road, so no one heard him. He ran until he collapsed from exhaustion. He didn't remember how long he laid there before he passed out, nor did he remember being picked up and taken anywhere.
When he woke, he found himself in a strange room, his face and eye hurt, and he felt ill. He looked around and slowly sat up, he noticed a familiar silver haired man near the sink,"Undertaker?"
The man turned and faced him with a smile,"Oh my, you're awake, I did not know you would wake so soon", he said with a chuckle and swept over to Ciel, his oversized robes billowing with every movement the reaper took.
Ciel frowned,"How did I get here? What happened? Where are we?"
"You're home is gone, you will live here, but only you and I will know the truth, you will be known as Skylar Rose from now on. You may not fight me on this, this is the new name I am giving you. You are the son of my deadbeat sister, left on my doorstep in the middle of the night. You will not fight me on this either", the Undertaker said firmly.
Ciel frowned a little, he had never seen the Undertaker so serious, he didn't even bare his usual toothy grin.
That day seems lifetimes away now, I have gotten so used to living with Undertaker, so used to being called Skylar that when he uses my real name I become lost, confused. I have almost forgotten my parents' faces, I'm not allowed to have photos of them, not allowed to use my name, not allowed to have my old life anymore.
Then again, I have gained a partner, I doubt he feels like I do, he may love me, but as no more than a son. I would not bother him with my feelings, I hate when he gives me that serious face that he used to get...
Ciel sighed,"Stop thinking like that", he groaned to himself.
"Thinking like what, little lord? What sort of thoughts plague your little mind so terribly", the Undertaker asked with a toothy grin and a giggle. He was usually so quiet that Ciel never heard him coming.
"Terrible memories", Ciel said quickly, it wasn't a lie, but a half-truth, the memories of the fire were terrible, but those were not the issue.
"Does this mean you will be sneaking into my bed again tonight? you know when you remember that sort of thing you have nightmares", the Undertaker said, chastising Ciel for remembering those sorts of sad thoughts.
"You will not need to worry, I have not crawled in your bed for years now, why would I want to now? Besides, I am far too old", Ciel said with a pout.
"Oh? Then should I perhaps be expcting you to tell me you have shared a bed with a maiden instead", the silver haired man replied and lifted Ciel from the chair despite the fact the bluenette hated it with a passion. He leaned in close to Ciel face so he could look into that oddly blue eye of his,"Shall I meet the maiden you plan to bed, or does she no longer have her maidenhood?"
Ciel tried to shove Undertaker away and made a face,"I would never touch a woman like that", he exclaimed before he could think. They both seemed to realize way he said at the same time. "I didn't mean it like that", Ciel yelped quickly.
"Oh ho ho, so my little lord likes men does he? Tell me, which man has made you feel like that", the Undertaker teased,"as long as it isn't one of the dead ones, then I'll consider approving them, though I do not believe your parents would take kindly to such a taste in lovers."
Ciel frowned,"I can't tell you, he doesn't feel the same way anyways", he mumbled and crossed his arms. At this point, he didn't mind the fact that the Undertaker held him in such a childish and embarrassing way. It was comfortable, comforting, even if he couldn't have the Undertaker in the way he wanted, he had him. He had a man willing to hold and care for him, no matter what. Ciel closed his eyes and leaned into the silver haired man,"Please, I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
He didn't know what it was, his hurt expression or his small plea, but the Undertaker nodded,"Of course, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was such a painful subject for you."
Ciel sighed,"Please, I just wanna go to bed", he mumbled sadly.
The Undertaker nodded,"Come on, you can sleep with me, go get into your pajamas, I will be in my room."
With that, he set Ciel on the ground and kissed the top of his head. He was often very serious like this, something Ciel had never expected, but at times like this he enjoyed it. "I don't want to sleep in your bed, tomorrow I turn thirteen, meaning I am legal to wed, if I were to be found sleeping in you bed, people would find it odd", he said. He never let the Undertaker answer, he just went to room, the closed and locked the door.
