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Summary: He was trapped in a body that was not his own. A fic portraying Ciel as female-to-male transgender. No pairings.
Warnings: Contains a male character whose body is biologically female. If you are cissexist, please don't continue reading. Thank you.
I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any related characters or concepts.))
The worst nightmares are the ones where his family betrays him.
They promised long ago, that they would not, but they did not promise to him, they promised to his father with his dominating manner and his mother with her pleading eyes. "Please, Ann. Please, Marquis. Humor our poor, confused daughter until she listens to reason."
It's not yet been four years since Earl and Countess Phantomhive died, so many days that they have kept the new Earl's secret. Madam Red is dead. His aunt and uncle remain silent, out of love, so much love, for their dear Ciel.
But love could only go so far.
He'll be expected to marry Elizabeth in the next few years, to produce an heir. They'll be sure to tell her the truth then, and aunt Frances too, the last thing they don't know. Dear Lizzie, she knew so much more than she led on, but never would she guess that the man meant to give her a child could bear one of his own.
Perhaps aunt Frances already knew, she seemed to always know. It near drove him mad, how his aunt just always knew. She didn't know from the start as her husband had, she was so ill at the time of Ciel's birth, and when Elizabeth was born she was a sickly child too. She did not even see her nephew until he was near three years old- she went out to the continent in hopes of aiding her daughter's health, and when they returned in tip-top shape two years later, the Phantomhive family no longer had a daughter, no, but the son they had so desperately longed for, the son they always truly had.
Yes, that was what he was. A son, soon to be a son-in-law. An Earl, the head of a household. He was hailed as one of the greatest men of the British nobility, and yet there he was, confined in the body of a little girl. His bones were fashioned into a golden cage that trapped him, his soul a bird longing to escape. Not just a bird, a phoenix, a majestic phoenix that rose from the ashes of Phantomhive Manor. No matter how many times his spirit was broken, shattered, crushed by those around him, it would always come back in a plume of fire larger than all before it.
And yet the cage would never burn.