Chapter One: Game Set
Silly Pink
One hand lingered over the breast pocket, proceeding to the waltz of forefinger and thumbs as they unfastened the buttons, and both right and left reunited to remove the tail coat. Ten fingers shone like bone in the sickly light of the waxing moon moving with a predetermined purpose; to push back the impeding sleeves of the exposed tailored shirt. In satisfaction they flexed finished with this task and eager for the next.
Done away with all necessary preparations, the hands were not left idle. As Sebastian commanded one slender, greedy claw delved into the esophagus, his eyes rolling back as the rest of his body slashed out against the invader; but with haste it locked around its objective, the restless vengeful soul, lain in the otherwise empty abdomen. Closed in a fist armed with black nails the ungloved hand removed the prize.
Before the demonic Sebastian now was a corpse similar in the late Ciel's likeness, unintentional in the scheme of natural design. She frowned limply in death at Sebastian, preserved beautifully, immaculately groomed, and her hair cropped perfectly to match what she was to become.
Without hesitation now the sheer and fluttering soul, like a strip of fine silk was placed on the edge of her pried open lips. Sebastian guided it with little difficulty through her jaws and into the body where upon finding itself a new home, the soul whisked away from his grasp and embezzled itself somewhere unseen within the corpse.
Immediately Sebastian retracted his arm while as he did so the flesh reanimated and flushed, the soul within orchestrating body functions. The organs softened with new life and the bare body beside the demon accepted the first breath it had taken in a long while. Her eyes flickered open and Ciel's penetrating gaze bore out of them.
"Se…bastian…" Vocal cords twirled in confusion.
Ciel tasted something bitter in her mouth.
Filth removed from his hands and onto the discarded coat, the helpful butler replaced his gloves and eased Ciel into an upright position. "Welcome back, Ciel-sama."
"I'm dead," she argued. The master's gruff tone deepened the female pitch of her new voice.
"Are you?" Sebastian smirked. He procured a fresh outfit from his nearby traveling valise for the young master to clothe herself in against the night's somber chill. "I'm afraid your adventure has not yet ended." To secure the chest it was wrapped tightly with bandaging and atop the next layer was a starched shirt decorated with an embroidered vest in hues of blue and a cream ribbon neckpiece. The pants were like Sebastian's uniform but a deep navy and fitted to size, matching the color of the cape covering the ensemble, lined with black satin and clasped together with pearl shaped ivory buttons.
Completed with dark knee socks and thin leather boots, along with the usual amenities: a top hat, thin leather boots, and Ciel's eyepatch; Sebastian's master was the spitting image of the proper and menacing child he was before. And she could easily be taken as the Lord Phantomhive although the malnourished body was gaunter around the cheekbones.
Ciel pouted brassily at his butler. "It's a cruel joke to make a healthy young boy into a woman, Sebastian." She wiped away some of the filth gathered around her mouth with a single gloved hand, grabbing her cane the butler proffered with the other.
"I planned otherwise," the demon assured her. "Your body thief seems to want Ciel Phantomhive desperately. The culprit was most disappointed however to find you empty."
She tensed excitedly at the challenge. "I suppose they will be looking for my soul then."
Sebastian's enthusiastic silence was in accordance with his master's. The tall man's hand descended and clasped Ciel's own, the fabric of the gloves sighing in shushed tones against the other for a brief moment. Five fingers of each hand interlocked in unspoken kinship, netted together, bones stacked against the other's bones, entwined in ligaments and cushioned by cartilage.
"Another game then." Ciel replaced himself as the king along the edge of the metaphorical chess board.
AN: Welcome to my world. Ahaha :) I almost fell into a pit of details when it came to describing the young master's adorable victorian clothing. The top hat, I wasn't able to say without dragging along the description of the outfit further is tied to his chin with ribbon, I couldn't decide whether it should be blue or cream colored, with the rim flipped up along the sides in contact with the ribbon, which laid flat atop the top of the hat. The ribbon and the hat made from materials with similar texture shone equally as bright in the dimly lit waxing moon night. See what I mean? It's how I envision Sebastian's character, incredibly detailed with a spotless performance when it comes to taking care of his master. And this master he adores so much he brought back to life for the sake of a game... or did he? I don't know yet either. And a thought from the author, I included Ciel's cane grudgingly. Canes are not fashionable but silly, unless for medical purposes. Even then there's walkers, power chairs, and crutches. And with that, chapter one is finished.