Roleplay fanfic~ Not seen too much of these, I hope it's not too difficult to follow... Starts with Ciel, alternates from there~
Kuroshitsuji does not belong to either of us~
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I opened my eyes, blinking away the darkness, but turning away from the piercing light. Mother... father.. where was everyone? Cold. It's cold. My arms hurt. My neck's stiff... Where am I? Am I bleeding? Who dare hurt me? Where're my clothes? I'm confused... Voices... Strange voices in the distant.. sound like they're in water. What's going.. on..? My eyes slip shut again.
The room was dark and there was a terrible stench in the air. 'Pure', 'clean', well that's what they called themselves, the fallen angels, worse than demons.
Sebastian remained hidden in the darkness, like a cat ready to pounce. He watched as they performed the ritual on the young boy.
His flesh was so pale almost pure, now mark with the terrible scar to show that he is 'unclean'. There was something about this boy that Sebastian liked. Sure he was a pitiful human, but there was that essence about him. He seemed to be... Less naive than most of his kind. His eyes showed pain.
And now, he was branded like a demon. Branded like Sebastian.
You could say that we're one of a kind
The demon creeped closer, his eyes glowing red in the darkness.
"I'm bored now"
Suddenly one of the masked figures' head was on the floor and blood sprayed onto the others' white robes.
Ciel's eyes snapped open at the grip on his arm. He let out a cry of pain as he turned his head to sight the masked figures surrounding him, two or three of them restraining the frail child to the floor. He panicked, screaming, when suddenly the panic transferred to the others. The strange unknowns frantically turned, wide-eye, backing away, into Ciel. He stopped screaming, more focused on what had gotten them so worked up. "Unclean, unclean! Away... Stay away, unclean!" they shouted. He squinted and twitched into himself. A... black figure..? It was his only hope. "Save me!" He shouted, his voice hoarse.
"Is that an order?" asked the demon, "Gladly"
Sebastian rushed passed the white robbed nuisances pulling heads and limbs as he ran passed. It did not take long before most lay on the floor in pools of their own blood. Sebastian paused for a second and looked at the state of his clothes. He pulled of one of his white gloves and rang out the blood from the drenched cotton.
"My favourite gloves as well"
Ciel watched in awe as the black-turned-grey blur sped about, incurring the blood-curdling screams from his oppressors. He recoiled, hiding his shame, desperately clinging on to what dignity he had left. He backed against a blood-adorned wall, still watching the phenomenon before him as his small fingers met the abrasion at his side. He winced at the stench of blood as the massacre halted and his saviour stood like a deity in power.
"Who summoned yo-- argh!" he began but choked on his own pain, recoiling and straightening, gasping in agony.
"What-what... are you.. DOING to me?! Agh..."
Wailing, he gripped himself tight, clasping at the area around his throat, but still retaining his glare at the figure, demanding an answer.
"You ask too many questions"
The demon grabbed the trembling being by the neck as his expression turned to a sly smirk.
"I'm Sebastian Michealis and I'll see you in hell"
Sebastian dropped the no-longer-squirming figure and he hit the cold ground with a loud echo in the hollow room.
Sebastian turned back towards the fearful boy and straightened up. He elegantly stepped over the massacred bodies that lay before him and removed his jacket to give to the boy.
"If it's of any use."
The air was stifling enough as it was without him physically being strangled. Ciel hacked and gasped, snatching the jacket from the pale hand that offered it. He leant on his knees and huddled in the black folds, shooting daggers through his eyes into Sebastian.
"I don't know whether to thank or yell at you. You're not human, are you? What do you want with me?" he rasped, massaging his neck.
Sebastian smiled sweetly.
"Most humans dismiss and excuse a circumstance like this, calling it normal. But not you. You know I'm a demon... I want to make a deal with you. I'll serve you, as a butler shall we say, until you get your revenge on the people who did this to you and your parents. But, only on the condition that you will let me have any souls I desire and in the end, I get yours. You shall not die by any other hand, I'll promise you that. Deal?"
Ciel leant back and slipped his eyes shut, a somewhat smug smile playing on his lips.
"What, is my soul so desirable? Craved by Heaven and Hell alike. I'm tainted, demon, branded. You don't want me. I don't need you. I'll find who did this by my own means." He stood, but stumbled over his own feet into Sebastian. He bounced off immediately, an angered redness flurrying his cheeks.
"A boy who can barely stand on his own two feet should not be so arrogant"
Quiet laughter escaped the demons lips.
"You do need me. If I was not here, do you think you would have survived tonight? The ones behind this are too strong for any mere human to face, alone"
The monster paused before running his fingers through his messy black hair as his demon eyes took full concentration on the boy, as if studying his thoughts before deciding his next move.
"If I didn't need you, why would I be wasting my time here, hm? Ciel Phantomhive?"
He scowled. With heavy breaths, he managed to prop himself up on the wall, pulling the jacket closer around him.
"Why do you want me? Why me, why am I so special?" He paused. Cheeks flushing and eyes welling at the utterance of 'special'. It was meant to be a 'special' night - this certainly isn't what he had in mind. He turned, casting an evasive gaze downward, his true childlike demeanour emerging.
"I... I would've.. found some way... some way out of this... I would've..." his voice wavered.
"Special... Don't flatter yourself. Maybe you are just very unlucky. Always in the wrong place, wrong time."
The demon stepped closer to the boy. "I have some matters with others that I need to take care of, you're just unlucky enough to help me. With you I can stage a disguise and, let's say, get rid of such nuisances." he paused, "I'll be loyal to you, no matter the order, I'll obey. Tsk, I sound like a dog now..."
"I happen to like dogs." He breathed hard, shooting up at Sebastian. "Che...." He flared up, lost in emotions. "You want me to help you, living a life already so cursed?! Fine! I'll do it. I've already been pushed so low, what's to say you won't push me lower? I'll use you, and you'll comply. You won't complain. If ever, ever you deviate from my orders, the deal is off. Cursed by a demon, branded by Angels, haha... my life really is a joke. Happy birthday, Ciel Phantomhive..." sheer bitterness piercing every word.
"I'm fine with that, since I know I won't disobey. But once you sell your soul to the devil, there is no way out. You still willing to go through with that?"
Sebastian gave a cocky smile and held out his hand to seal the deal.
"Hah, you're giving me a choice now? What sort of demon are you? I thought I had no say in the matter. Whatever, I don't care about this tarnished soul any more. I only need it to get my revenge. Get it over with, I accept your forsaken offer." he hissed, slinking his hand into the devil's, staring intently at his pale features.
Sebastian's demonic smile broadened.
"Now, I have a gift for you."
Sebastian knelt down till he met the boy in the eyes and he brushed back the hair from his face.
"We shall be linked, no matter where I am, that bond shall not break. If you call my name I shall be by your side. And this way, I shall never lose track of you."
Sebastian moved his right hand over the boys right eye.
"This may sting a little" The demon seemed to take joy out of the idea of inflicting pain on the human as the symbol of hell began to carve itself into the boy's eye and the same image reflected on the demon's hand.
Sweat trickled down his pale skin, pricking his neck and cheeks. The jacket seemingly became heavier as the insignia began to bore itself into his pupil. His chest wavered in shell-shocked tension, stifling any of his attempts of restraint. His eyes widened and his face moistened, pain surging through the frail body. His fingers tensed, gripping the fabric with one hand and clenching Sebastian's wrist with the other, as if this process were slow, and his forewarning of it 'stinging' was nothing but a sly and sadistic tease. He groaned as it finally halted. Blinking his eyes shut, tears drawing down his features. Still with them closed, still clutching Sebastian's wrist, he spoke, wavering, "... Good. That was necessary, wasn't it?"
"It was necessary."
Sebastian stood back up and placed one pale finger under Ciel's chin to admire his artwork from a better angle.
"Beautiful. Maybe the extent of the pain I inflicted was not necessary" the demon muttered smiling sadistically. The demon butler bowed keeping his eyes and head low, "Where shall we start, young master? I'll await my first order."