Here's my first fan fiction on this account. This one is an AU that was created specifically for the purpose of having Sebastian and Ciel fall in love with each other. Though that's going to make it rather OOC-ish give this story a chance. This will be shounen-ai or hinted yaoi.
This is the first chapter, but it's kind of more of a prologue than anything. I hope you enjoy the story and feel free to leave a review below.
Chapter One: Old Black Wings
A dark shape dropped from the sky. He was unable to go any farther. He was losing blood and fast. That wouldn't be a problem considering what he was. He'd heal in a few day's time if he could sit and allow himself to relax that way. He knew though that he'd probably never get the chance. Those two were not about to just leave him alone and let him go on his way.
He snarled as he sat there, clutching at his bleeding side. He found his way into a clump of bushes out of sight enough so that he could catch his breath. Unless he found his way to outsmart them he was going to die. Him! A creature so old that even those two looked like nothing but children next to him. He supposed it was his own fault for making such a scene. He hadn't eaten in such a long time though, and he had only just now returned. He had been so hungry...
His eyes dilated a little as he caught a familiar scent. The scent of his prey. The scent of humans was so strong here that he was sure that there was one drawing closer. Not good. If they saw him and screamed the two creatures chasing him would know exactly where he was, even if he killed them. He felt hunger ripping through him again. He'd been in that prison for so long...it was their own fault for insisting on keeping him prisoner. He bristled as the scent came ever closer.
What he saw made him pause uncertainly, even though he saw the small frame freeze upon sight of him. He was looking at a child, and he knew what the child saw. He still resembled a human, though his skin was a dark dead gray. He was wearing black, lots of black leather. His eyes glowed a deep blood red with cat like slits in the middle of them. His mouth was full of fangs, and though in his human form he could appear very beautiful he was horrifying (though still strangely handsome) in this one. Large black wings sprouted from his back, trying to shield him from sight within the shadows of them as much as possible. He had long claws and horns on his head.
The boy in front of him was holding a cat, a black one with a small white patch over its eyes. The creature began to purr at him, making the boy look down at it. Usually cats, who were his ever faithful companions, would cheer him up. However now he felt a growl beginning in his throat as he stared at the terrified child.
The boy had short black hair that fell into his face. His eyes were a dark cobalt blue, sparkling brightly. The child looked up again at the creature, and he could see the utter terror in his face. The boy's mouth formed an "O" as he looked at him, and his eyes slowly traveled towards the wound on his side. The demon (because this strange creature was in fact a demon) snarled and quickly hid it from sight, though blood could still be seen dripping from the wound.
The boy had been silent for far too long. This was his chance. He could just leap forward and kill the boy. No one would be any the wiser. He was still hungry after all. He could eat his soul and gain enough strength of hide properly out of sight. He'd escape his prison and those two angels wouldn't be able to find him. He flexed his claws as he prepared to leap forward.
But he couldn't. Something held him back as he stared at the boy, and the boy stared back. He tried again but couldn't move. There was something strange about this boy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He flexed his claws again.
Why am I being such a weak fool? He growled silently to himself. It's just a child, an appetizer! Kill him! He's nothing more than prey!
"He hasn't screamed." A second voice replied.
So what? I am a demon. He is a human. I am the hunter and he is the prey! Just kill him!
"I can't. He didn't scream."
What does screaming have to do with anything? Plenty of humans scream when you kill them!
"Exactly."
He fell silent as he pondered this for a moment. What could that mean? Was he tired of hearing screams? He was a hunter, and an immortal one at that. The screams of humans, innocent or otherwise, had long since stopped bothering him, but now he was apparently growing tired of screams? He knew that being a demon was a lonely lifestyle, and there were many times he had killed to the screams of his victims. It was part of who he was.
So what makes this boy different?
"He saw you in your true form," the second voice reminded him. "He saw you and didn't scream. He's innocent."
Innocence? he growled silently. What pathetic human empathy.
But for all he tried to convince himself otherwise he couldn't. He could only wrap his wings farther around himself as if he was cowering from him. He was done with cowering. He'd been forced to do so for far too long by those angels, held in their prison. Perhaps that was it. It had made him grow soft. However as he stared back at the boy, he realized that wasn't true.
He felt a strong need, a possessiveness. He felt it towards every human. It had only been a prey drive before. But now it was different. He stared at the boy's perfect porcelain skin and wondered what was so different about a single child. He found suddenly that the child reminded him strongly of someone who, above all others, he dared not think about. Someone he loved and hated at the same time. He felt an urge to touch that perfect cheek.
He realized with a start how long the silence had stretched between them. Still the boy was silent, staring at the injured creature. He had yet to scream, to make any sound. Then, to his utter astonishment, the boy met the creature's gaze. He blinked as he stared long and hard into the eyes of the hunter. What odd prey. Was it pitying him?
Pathetic human empathy.
He looked up at the sound of rustling wings and snarled. He quickly pulled himself farther into the bushes and out of sight. Hopefully they wouldn't be able to see him. He had to hope that the boy would keep his silence. He peered out at the two newest arrivals to the oddest scene of the demon's entire life thus far.
They were angels, twins apparently. They had very similar hair cuts and perfectly white hair. They had amber colored eyes and weren't attempting to hide their angelic forms. They were in all white with white wings behind their backs. They looked around, but apparently they saw nothing and paused when they noticed the boy, now staring at them and looking very nervous. The woman smiled at the boy, and her brother did the same. She held her hand out to the boy, who paused. To calm him she began to pet the cat, who was still purring.
"Hello little one," she said in a gentle, motherly voice. "Don't worry. We're here to help you."
"Help me?" came a small voice, the boy's voice. It made his scalp prickle. Such a beautiful voice.
"There's a demon around here," the brother said, not bothering to keep it a secret. "We're angels, sent to catch him. This creature is evil and will kill anyone he finds."
"Have you seen him?" the woman asked gently. "A big scary man? We have to catch him so he won't hurt anyone."
"What are you going to do?" the boy asked.
"Kill him," the brother said. "It's the only thing that can be done. He's pure evil."
"Please tell us," the woman asked sweetly. "It'll all be over quickly. It's for the best."
The demon felt himself begin to bristle helplessly. They were so close! And with the boy nearby they were going to do their best to kill him so he couldn't hurt him. He supposed he could always try and grab the boy and use him as a hostage. That might be suicide as well, but also his only chance. He could see the boy beginning to relax under the gazes of the two angels, responding at last to the gentle and sweet voice of the woman. He raised his hand to point, and then to the demon's surprise, pointed in the opposite direction.
"I think he went that way," the boy said. The male angel eyed him suspiciously.
"What did he look like?" he asked. He clearly didn't believe him.
"He had gray skin," the boy replied. "And horns and claws. He had big black wings and red eyes. It looked like he was hurt on his right side."
The angel was surprised and just stared at the boy a moment. He'd certainly got his description pretty much down. The angels put on determined faces and thanked the boy before leaving quickly in the direction the boy had pointed. It was obvious that they believed him. After all, how could he make up a description that matched him perfectly. He'd obviously seen him. Besides, who would imagine that a human child would protect a demon? Even he didn't expect that.
This pathetic human...just saved my life?
The demon stared at the boy, who waited silently for a while. When he was sure the angels weren't anywhere near here he turned to look at the bushes the demon was hiding in. His eyes were wide and nervous, and he looked ready to bolt. He slowly approached, letting the cat jump from his arms. The cat ran to the demon and rubbed its body against him. The boy drew closer.
The demon reached out faster than lightning to grab the boy's arm and pull him into the bush. Before the boy could cry out he pinned the boy to his chest. The other hand quickly covered the boy's mouth as he screamed, muffling the sound to a nearly inaudible one. The boy tried to push away but was failing. The demon was much stronger than him after all.
The boy was quaking in terror, his heart hammering quickly. It was obvious that he thought he was going to die right then and there. Tears appeared in his eyes as he stared with horror into the red eyes of the beast. Yet even here, he couldn't make himself attack the boy. Looking at him, he was suddenly forcefully reminded of a kitten. Yes, perhaps that's what he was, just a little kitten. And he couldn't bring himself to harm the little thing.
He could clearly find his scent in his nostrils now. It was so strong, so pure. It was something untouched by even the soiling hands of man. The very proof of it was that he had saved the life of a demon. The boy fell silent and still, closing his eyes. He was obviously expecting to die, and he had silently (though also terrified) accepted that fate. The demon looked into that tiny little face, wondering why his soul, which smelled so appetizing to him, made him tame that silent impulse to feed. It would be so easy now after all. He had him in his grasp.
"He didn't scream," the other voice reminded.
Pathetic, he replied.
"He reminds you of someone."
Pathetic.
"You've been alone for so long..."
So what?
"He saved your life."
Pathetic human empathy. Nothing more.
"You were human once too."
He stopped as he looked down again at the silent boy. Yes, he had been human once. He didn't like to think of it. He'd been betrayed by those he had trusted and become what he was. Now he was the hunter and he had buried that side of him deeply. Yet the boy's face was something he couldn't ignore. He looked like someone else, though he knew for a fact it couldn't be true. Besides, as much as he hated to admit it, he owed the boy a debt now.
Silently he closed his eyes and returned to his human form, though it was highly uncomfortable. He was now a normal person, a beautiful man with pale white skin (though nothing as pale and perfect as the boy's) and dark red, almost brown eyes. His hair was black still and much in the same style, though he appeared to be wearing a suit. His wings, horns, claws and fangs were now gone. He looked like a human, though he was still injured and still insanely powerful.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the boy. He didn't know why, but he couldn't hurt him. He'd fought so hard to forget his human nature, to be the beast they all thought he was. It was easier than to feel that old pain. But now he felt it resurfacing. How on earth could he ever hurt this tiny little kitten? He simply wanted him, not to devour his soul as before, but to have him.
"Open your eyes," he purred in a quiet and silky voice. The boy jumped and his eyes flew open in shock obediently. He gave the boy a gentle and innocent smile. He had always been a good liar. "You've just saved my life. I owe you a debt now. Don't worry, I'll repay it in my own time. For now, why don't you just return home and forget you ever saw me. Deal?"
Not quite believing that the demon was just going to let him go, the boy quickly nodded, giving him the most adorable and terrified face. The demon smiled wider and released the boy, patting the cat once. The boy didn't even look back. He tore away with wide eyes towards his home. The demon watched him a moment, laying a hand on his still bleeding wound. The cat continued to purr but he had eyes only for that tiny retreating shape.
Pathetic human empathy.
"You don't care anymore though."
No, I don't.
What did you guys think? How do you think Sebastian's going to repay his debt? We'll learn more about Ciel in the next chapter and see the full changes of this strange world they're in. Please feel free to leave a review below if you enjoyed it.