Hiya! Doc here, my first story of a Kuro fanfic! Go easy on me, but critique is always welcome. But enough of that. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:...I don't own Kuroshitsuji, 'kay? If I did, Ciel would be taller :J
Warning: None...yet
That Sugar Wonderland isn't all sugar and spice, and certainly doesn't hold everything nice.
You probably know of the sugary wonderland. When you dream, you see strange things, other realities, and almost everyone has dreamed of a sugar-sweet place like the latter, filled with tempting treats. But what people don't realize is that it doesn't go away when you wake up. It is real, just as you and I are. The people, the palace, the situations; all real. And if I tell you, you must keep the story a secret.
Because sugar isn't the only form of temptation, you know…
The palace was huge, looking like something out of a fantasy. The glass windows were made of fine grains of sugar, the walls held together with the stickiest caramel, the furniture made of red velvet cake and pillows of softest marshmallow. The fields of mint grass and lavender trees surrounding was intoxicating. Down in the valley, the commoners went on as they always did; drinking, talking, laughing, and in the night you could sometimes hear the passion-filled meetings no one dared talk about, unless the ladies in the bars overheard it, and soon it spread a rumor. Everyone here had a sweet tooth for a good story of temptation. Gingerbread houses stood tall and proud; and everyone was one of two things; innocently sweet as a child running in the lollipop fields, or temptingly delectable as the King himself, whose appearance was the embodiment of tainted lust-filled pleasures. Unknown to most was a mix of the two; innocent as could be, but alluringly mouthwatering in his movement and mesmerizing dark cerulean eyes that could send an incubus to his knees.
That person lived as a servant, who was coming in by the lower part of the castle; it was still nice, but it was cozier than royal. The servant was still young, only months away from his sixteenth birthday, slender and tall for his age at 5'7" (Most teenage boys were 5'5" or 5'6", and girls 5'3"in that realm).
He slipped into the servant's quarters and poured himself some chocolate milk. Ironically, no one here was fat, even though they only ate sugars and breads, except the older women who tended the children and baked for the restaurants. The boy stretched out his long legs as he sat down, tired from the day's work. He had worked here for years, ever since his parents had died, and he was taken in by his grandfather, Tanaka, his father's father. He was the head servant of the castle, and snuck the boy in as a caretaker of the sugar garden. He knew to hide if someone was coming, as well as other servants who worked as he did. They doubled as guards for the castle; but he did know three-Bard, the chef who couldn't cook, Meyrin, the clumsy maid, and Finny, the awkward keeper of the main gardens. Where the boy worked was secluded for the King to enjoy company.
Ah, the King. The tall, majestic man the boy had only seen from far distances. He hadn't a clue why he blushed, or why his heart raced, or any sort of trembling. But they, even living under the same roof, were worlds apart. The boy could only stare at the ceiling, wondering if his beauty was even more when close up.
The teen sighed, skimming the floor with his feet as he walked, eyes hidden by the softest silken strands of teals and slates, inks and violets. His skin was ivory and unblemished; the slimness of his face, straightness of his nose and firmness of his lips the only tell-tale signs of masculinity, which was enough. As he rested in his bed, he read a story of the night sky, and the moon who shone so brightly in it.
The night sky. Ciel.
The sun overtook the moon's soft glow with a vengeance, and Ciel peered through his eyes with resentment of no more sleep. He gracefully sat up and stretched. His door burst open as a girl waltzed in clumsily.
"Ciel! Get up; it is nine in the morning! And I-oh!" The seventeen-year-old blushed heavily at the boy who once looked tiredly at her, now jumping up, looking wild, to reveal his only wear to be black cotton pants hanging low on his slender hips. She took in his almost girlish figure; a small, soft swell of his hips was how he looked like that, and he was smooth and lean, but soft, no true muscular definition in his torso or much in his arms. But he had a prominent collarbone and a line of symmetry down his chest, ribs and stomach, ample to tell he was a physically attractive teen.
He's a looker, she thought.
"I-er…yes, well, hurry!" She bolted out, Ciel confused by her behavior. Oh, well.
He threw on a white t-shirt that only went to his naval and snug-fitting faded jeans, ripped along his long legs as high as the top of his thigh. He threw on a white apron over (the symbol of a lower royal servant) and white fingerless gloves. The only dark he has on him was his shoes, black boots fitting snugly to his foot, and his eye-patch (we'll get to thatlater). He bolted off, an almost glow coming off of him. To the gardens.
A black cat sat in the royal hall, feeling ignored by her usually adoring master, who was now off planning a ball for the next full moon. The kitty meowed in dejected loneliness, and dragging itself along, soon finding itself in the servant's quarter, out their door, and trotting to the gardens she so rarely gets to see. A light singing caught her ears; a musical silken voice that captivated the young feline, and she slithered through a chocolate-strawberry bush to find Ciel humming as he picked the strawberries from their bushes, a calmness etched on his face. She approached him, and put her head underneath his free hand.
Ciel would have been lying if he said he wasn't startled, but he smiled as he put the berries down and stroked the cat, eyes watering from his allergy to the silky kitten.
The cat purred, finally happy for attention. They sat like that, and if it wasn't for that cat, Ciel would have never faced such fear that was destined to come his way.
The King scanned the halls for his little kitten, Frosting. She was always in her bed when he came to get her, and though it was a long meeting, he was surprised when she wasn't there.
"Joker!" An orange-haired butler with darkly-lined eyes came by his side. "Your majesty?"
"Have you seen where-"
"Last I saw, your highness, she was walking out to the sugar gardens." Tanaka looked up in alarm, but kept quiet. The blond-haired servant smiled slickly. "Would you like me to show you?"
"Very well, Maurice. Joker, you come as well. I think I'll spend some time out there to do my work."
As they strode off, Tanaka sped upstairs to catch Meyrin. She jumped, and paled at the look in his eye. "Ciel?" He nodded, and she took off to find Finny, too late.
"C-Ciel! Ciel!" He looked up from playing with the kitten to see Finny crouching down, alarm glazed over his eyes.
"Finny? What is it?"
"The K-King, Ciel! The King, he's coming here! NOW!"
Ciel nearly jumped out of his skin, hissing, "Run, you idiot!" to Finny, who leaped into the bushes. He placed the kitten in his arms, and later he wondered why he ran out the main way…
He hit something tall and hard, falling back down, making sure the kitten wasn't hurt. It jumped up and sat by the middle set of three pairs of legs, but when he looked up, all he saw was a set of fiery mahogany eyes.
-hope you liked it, my first attempt at a story, I hope you all like it! And don't worry; It'll get more exciting and detailed.
And yeah, the Candyland setting is cheesy .I know…:)
And Hell yeah! The circus gang and the school students from the manga are the servants! I love Doll! And Hate Maurice Cole!
I'll update soon, lata!
-Doc