Hello ^-^/ and welcome to my new fic, courtesy of an evil plot bunny =_= It is evil, very much so...it won't let meh sleep T^T
...anyway this fic is centered around Ciel y Alois...you know what that means. (cackles in the darkness) so if you don't like Yaoi then go away naow please u_u I don't want you flamyness because burns smell funny and hurt lots!
A lot of people hate Alois Y^Y but I quite like him, minus the eye gouging... Poor Hanna! ._.
having said that I want him and Ciel to ...Eheheheheheheheheheheheh... Damn you Kuroshitsuji anime script writers do something useful for once and at least give the yaoi fangirls something! Anything! even SebastianXClaude would be good
...actually I quite fancy that...
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Ima shut up naow. =_="""
Disclaimer: I do not own, it's most unfortunate.
enjoy! x
Ciel shivered in his makeshift home that was an old cargo box dumped in a back alley, with rotten wood walls, overlaid with other bits of wood where the decay had left holes in its frame.
He wrapped the thin blanket a nice angel had been so kind to give him around his small skeletal frame in a desperate attempt to keep his body temperature up.
The flimsy tarpaulin fabric door fluttered slightly in the freezing night breeze and he used a spare brick shard to pin it down, his poor arm bitten by the chill and cooling his core further as he brought it back to himself as to not lose it to frost bite.
Heaven, Hell and the Earth had merged and it had slowly killed off all who lived through it, meaning those that were alive now, were the offspring of the dead, parentless and if at a similar age to him, incredibly vulnerable.
Ciel believed himself to be human, from the little he could remember of his parents they looked human and they were kind, like humans.
He had heard rumours that demons, those that came from hell, were not kind to their children. He'd even heard rumours that fathers of particularly misbehaved demon children would kill and eat them.
But they were only rumours, after all if it was true, then it was a surprise that out of the three races:
Demon, Human and Angel.
The demon race was thriving, whilst the other two were dwindling, but perhaps that was to do with the fact that demons were the predator in this world, whilst angels where just the version of humans that healed quicker and could at least kill a demon… if they somehow managed to gain the upper hand.
It was incredibly rare, but not unheard of.
That said Demon's despite being evil creatures did have a high sense of family loyalty and word spread fast. So usually, the victorious angel would soon be dismembered by a revenge filled demon that was related to the previously killed devil.
Humans didn't have a chance though; they were just mere food and constantly lived in fear.
Not that Ciel completely did though, he didn't really have much of a life or to live for, it was more of an ironic living hell that reminded him daily when he picked through people's discarded food that he was so very vulnerable and that death didn't appear to be such a bad thing… in fact, it would be a relief.
Not that he would ever contemplate suicide though. As despite his poor living quality he was a very prideful person and suicide just appeared to be a weakling's way out and despite being physically weak, his mind most certainly wasn't.
His small stomach made a gurgling noise much too loud for itself and he grimaced, pulling his knees further up to himself.
With less and less humans around in the city, most of them no longer wasting food because let's put it this way:
Farmer in field picking crops for selling at market place.
Demon swoops down, kills and devours him.
Then takes crops and livestock.
No food at marketplace to be sold.
Food shortage occurs and food prices go up.
Less discarding of food.
Poor little Ciel goes hungry.
Plus angels and demons, despite being polar opposites where not wasteful creatures and although demons did eat 'food' alongside human flesh, they didn't throw anything away.
Except bones, and they didn't hold much nutritional value. Plus technically it would be cannibalism.
His stomach protested again and he groaned, he really hadn't eaten anything in three days and despite knowing that if he waited long enough he'd eventually die, the will to survive was too strong.
He gave in to carnal hunger and dragged himself from the small warmth he had created, into the cold and unforgiving night.
Two black haired figures stood in the doorway of a lilac bedroom and the blonde sitting up in bed groused angrily, why did they have to go out in the middle of the freezing night? No human prey would be out at such a time unless drunk and drunken old men were not something he was partial to.
"Come along, the moon will be good for you anyway, you've been inside for three nights now and you're looking pale." The taller of the two said whilst the other remained stoic and quiet, simply watching things unfold.
The blonde smirked at the skin tone comment, their kind were naturally pale anyway.
Ciel wandered down the cobbled stone path not really sure where he was going, there was absolutely no food anywhere and the only form of life he'd come across was a drunken old man stumbling along the street.
It was surprising someone as old as him was still alive.
The generic oldest age, since the three world's merger, was only twenty three.
But the middle aged people seemed to die first. People like his parents who were in their thirties; it took about ten years before people noticeably died, so many had children soon afterward without realising that the clock of death was quickly ticking for them.
His parents had lasted long by comparison to many others within their age bracket. They had had him ten years following the world shattering event and had fortunately lived long enough to see him to the age of nine.
Four years alone, without love or happiness. Just this, a worthless and miserable existence that his pride refused to let him get out of with death like so many others.
He stopped on coming tears with a sneer, 'I wouldn't waste your time drinking old man, soon you'll be dead like everyone else,' he thought bitterly as he wandered into a side street and breathed harshly.
Usually it was only when hot or if pollen was in the air that his chest tightened like this but the bitter minus degree cold seemed to have a similar effect.
That was one thing he wasn't grateful of his parents. Asthma, he'd read it in a book once upon a time when he lived a decent life. Both of his parents were chronic sufferers of the ailment and before he had appeared not to suffer.
But without the original muscle, health and strength from his original well-fed and horrifically short childhood that he enjoyed, he was still a child, his body was controlled by the illness.
Only from walking and he was out of breath.
The blonde watched with disinterest and a bored expression as his older, non-related brothers killed and devoured a drunken old man.
The sooner that all the damned old humans died the better, then his brothers would be forced to look for more effeminate and beautiful prey.
He guessed they just liked the alcohol in the blood stream, but he found it sour and disgusting unlike the sweet taste of young women, or men.
He rolled bright light blue eyes and strolled off, seriously, eating a disgusting old man was not a sight to behold, in fact it made him want to gag.
At the tender age of fourteen he had only really just hit puberty, but despite his erratic, bipolar, sadistic and occasionally insecure persona, he was far from immature, in the sense of sexual attraction.
Amongst other things he had found out his likes and severe dislikes, for instance hair.
He couldn't stand it.
If it wasn't on the head then it shouldn't exist and that was partially what made the old man disgusting, he was covered in it. Yuck.
He snickered as he remembered when he forced his older brothers to undergo the same hair removal treatment he had, it hurt. A lot.
But it was worth it for being lovely and having smooth flawless and hairless skin, plus seeing them in pain was priceless.
He hissed as the cold drew to his senses, it was absolutely freezing and despite wearing several layers plus a heavy coat he was still cold.
He'd even worn trousers! And he hated trousers, he preferred shorts.
Grumbling about stupid older brothers and hairy old men he plodded along the street at pace with no real direction. Realising he was walking too far away he turned into a side street and immediately banged into someone.
Ciel was startled by the figure that knocked into him and he jolted away just in case it was a demon on the hunt.
A blonde, around his age with light blue eyes comparing to his deeper pair.
Both boys looked each other up and down with one looking in awe whilst the other sneered before looking excited, and that was very disconcerting.
"Alois…!" A call from a distinctly male voice tore through the air.
"In a minute…!" The blonde called back in a fairly high voice before turning to Ciel, who by comparison really did look like a street rat with his dirtied hair, skin and clothes that were thin and ripped.
"Human?" The blonde asked with a tilt of the head to the side and the shorter boy nodded with a confused and worried facial expression.
The blonde smiled before grasping his hand, "My name is Alois, yours is?
"Ciel."
Ciel was pulled along by the blonde, forcefully but not nastily. He complied albeit he really didn't have much of a choice, the healthy Alois was stronger than the famished Ciel.
The blonde walked directly between two black haired males in an empty street, a conspicuous pile of bones with a skull on top on the footpath to the side.
Both of their eyes widened as he was dragged past them, "This is Ciel, a human, he's my new friend."
Ciel watched the red eyed and gold eyed males, one openly sighed and shook his head, whilst the other put his head in his hands.
"Umhmm Alois?" he asked as the other two began to follow behind and he noticed they were leaving town and heading towards where supposedly rich people lived.
"Yeah?"
"Who are they?"
"My adoptive brothers, Claude and Sebastian." The blonde hummed pulling him along to a street where Ciel thought only demons supposedly resided and they stopped in front of the gates of a huge three storey detached townhouse that dominated the avenue.
"And…what are you?" he hated himself for stuttering as the blonde turned to face him, light blue eyes piercing into deep blue.
"We... are demons."
Tadaaaa ...it's short T^T *gets shot*.
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