Greetings! This is my first Kuroshitsuji fan fiction that I've ever made. To be honest, my knowledge on Kuroshitsuji is a bit dull since I've only read a few of the manga volumes and haven't seen some episodes so it was really surprising when I suddenly got this idea for Kuroshitsuji specifically. It might have been a requirement from my mind though since lately I've been getting more information on this series from some good friends that obsess over it. I might even cosplay Ceil Phantomhive for Halloween since it's always been an interest of mine to cosplay, yet something screws along my path and causes a delay normally. Anyways, from what's gathered so far is that the story will involve much strictly shonen-ai and just shonen sequences since it is a boy love with many boy by-products. Please do not be offended if there are some loop holes in my plot. But it has one-hell—of-a-butler so it can't be that bad..
Introduction
How do you think it would feel to make a beast your puppet? Incompressible amounts of power, orders from the brain to the masters cold lips. How do you think it would feel to be controlled by a mortal? You would be forced to follow the orders of someone whose mere brain is controlled by emotions.
This is why demons only prefer the finest of souls, it is more likely your trust will be more fine. How would it feel to give your soul to the beast, and bargain for a deal. There's no escaping a promise made by a creature that would vow to never break it.
Yet once the deal is made, you can never escape being possessed by that who will never leave you for all eternity.
Why may a monster feel? Humans can give such an irresistible corrupt charm; some of the most lustic spirits are not to be taken by a demon. Yet if his master is turning lustic... Then will this demon be able to escape his own master beyond will?
Those sadistic blue pupils, the outline in the center had been a light gray. Long, wavy, eyelashes that steadily curved down the upper eye lid. You could take one glance at his eyes and just see his mother in them.
The demon wandered inside his master's eyes as they slowly opened to the morning. The masters bangs were scattered in front of his forehead, but the rest of his hair remained flat and straight. The vacant white blanket that had the lump which were the young earls legs that shift to the bed frame. He sat on the bed edge, looking down with no words.
His demon, his butler, Sebastian gave a small smirk while moving to the floor on his knees, his gloved hand moved to his masters forehead, moving his bangs up to reveal his lazed eyes.
"Today madam Elizabeth will be visiting, so I advise you dress formally." He said, grabbing to the end of the earls white nightgown and pulling it up gently.
".. Elizabeth is such a drag... I'm not interested in her today." The young master tilted his head slightly.
"I'm afraid you can't decline her visit, you need to take good care of your fair maiden and nourish her heart rather than sullying it." Sebastians tone purred as Ciel lifted his arms to let the gown be removed and left him only clothed by short, black, underwear.
"It's not my fault she takes love so seriously, Sebastian. I just want to be alone today."Ceil sounded choppy, getting a bit louder.
"Young master.." Sebastian grimaced and lift his head to have eye contact with the boy.
"Why are you still wearing the same pair of undergarments since two days ago..?" His crimson eyes lit Ceils cheeks light pink with how much light they gave off in the dim room.
"I didn't feel that you should be going through my dresser while I stand aside nude."
"So you've been feeling quite off routine haven't you." His sentence didn't end in question, almost as he was being sarcastic.
"It's interesting to see how a demon knows more about love and romance then his young, human, master." He replied while walking to Ciels Victorian dresser.
"I don't love Elizabeth, Sebastian. She's just a flamboyant, strong willed, little girl that loves me. If she weren't chosen for me, her heart probably would be groveling for some stupid boy." His eyes rolled.
"Stupid, Hm?" Sebastian opened a dresser.
"Would that mean your implying yourself as stupid, my lord?" He said while gently pulling out a velveteen tuxedo and examining it.
"Absolutely not- I just think Elizabeth wouldn't be able to get along with someone intelligent, that's what most girls her age are like." Ceils voice sounded a bit prickly.
Sebastian didn't answer, turning over to Ciel holding the outfit by the torso shoulders. His master wasn't able to see the it that well beyond it long tail coat and sparkling silver gleaming out some of the pockets since the room was only lit by Sebastian's candle set.
"Open the curtains, Sebastian. I can't see." He rubbed his eye that was normally covered by an eye-patch.
"Yes, my lord." He grinned while quickly running over to the curtains by his masters bed, the outfit in one hand while the other had sliced the windows wide open. As the light quickly escaped in, Ceil groaned under his voice and closed his eyes.
"You still can't see, young master." The demon placed the clothing on the bed ledge and grasp Ceils eyelids with the tip of his dead fingers, gracefully separating them apart.
Ceil moved his head to were the clothes had laid, the first thing he noticed was that his eye patch had been a blue rose and the string had been patterned as thorns vining along the rose. The false thorns had been stringed up and black, as if they had been rotting. The illusionistic rose also looked olden from yellow curled edges and small holes. Ceil stared at the rose, though it was a cold blue color he could almost see it be stained red, hearing the growl of a fire collide in his head as the young earl remembered a decoration his father once wore on his chest that looked exactly the same as that rose, only it was red, scrunching up into coaly ash in the fire and vine stripped of.
The whites of his eyes expanded in amazement, yet he felt foolish to remember that the rose had been an illusion.
"Sebastian…" Ceils voice was darkened.
"Where did you find this design?" The boy cupped the patch on his palms while raising them up to his demons neck.
"I heard several times from Madam Red that Earl Phantomhive would frequently wear a rose similar to this one. She said that he created a prototype incase the first one was destroyed, yet the prototype had been made of strong enough material to survive the fire with only a few flaws. "Sebastian gazed in his masters face the whole sentence, without batting his eyes once.
"Yet when Earl Phantomhive created the prototype, it was blue instead of red since he thought blue had been the best color for you."
Ceil downed his hands to his lap, noticing his shadow had been completely blocking the rose from sun light. The rose was officially stained red by another Phantomhives existence.
"Please put these clothes on as quickly as you can, Sebastian so I can put this rose over my eye." Ceil tipped it over to his right hand and let it collapse on the sheets.
Sebastian gave a quick nod of the head and proceeded to grab his black and white vertical stripped trousers that appeared to be designed as stockings that weren't transparent or netted.
The boy lifted his legs slightly from the ground to help his butler get the tight pants on in ease. Ceil now was centering his attention to the small, leather, black bows that were at each side of his pants, also going down in as vertical pattern. The boys hand festered from the cold breeze that was left from his shirt remaining off.
Sebastian always felt a bit hungered from Ceils dull emotions, why even demons could have temptations. Yet looking over this boys every move had been a feast for his entertainment, yet starving his curiosity on his well pursued, teasing, and enticing soul any demon would be willing to have their tongues cut off for.
It didn't help Ceil while he was thinking about the rose appearance wise being blue and not crimson like the luminous eyes of his butler which didn't shift while concentrating on buttoning his cuffed long sleeve shirt. Ceil was annoyed by Sebastians 'I know you don't like this' expression yet he didn't want to prove his point and just make the damn demon more victorious. Sebastian grabbed Ceils choker; dark grey and the ruffles ran down to the mid-section of his chest. His vest had been a deep scarlet with silver chains draping down from the collar to the pocket on the opposite side. It seemed today that his outfit would be more plain and gothic rather than a typical aristocrat suit.
As Sebastian reached his hands for the rose, Ciel placed his nails along the joints of his butlers fingers.
"I would prefer to put this ornament on myself, Sebastian." Ceil said while slipping it away by the string.
He unsteadily crossed the rose around his head. Nearly unable to put the metal clasp together as his wrist shook to the chilling array of his parents screaming shadows as he ran down a falling hall way, the warm embrace his mother gave him in the chair only minutes ago that she was currently having her skin fester away in. The boy breathed heavily and felt almost frozen until some ones hands covered the top of his, quickly doing the clasp together.
"I am your butler, Ceil. It is my duty to assure that you are complete." Ceil opened his frail eyes to the dead breath of his butler bouncing to his cheeks. Ceil first peaceful look in the morning stumbled upon to his eyes opening to his butler while he wasn't in deviation.
The young earl lucidly leaned to his butler, closing his arms around the tall man's back and burying his face into his tender neck. He gave a muffled Thank you beneath his sullied voice while foolishly embracing the moment of weakness. Oh, for how they both longed for these delectable moments to feed their minds and bind them away from a consciousness named reality.
"May a thousand illusions guide our day, young master." He smirked, lifting the boy into his arms. His young master looked asleep in the midst of a new day, the first illusion that would soon lead to the thousandth midnight, the midnight of his fair lords demise.
