A/N: This is the sequel to Forbidden Love, my other SebastianXCiel fanfic. If you haven't read it, then don't read this. I hope you enjoy, and sorry for any disappointments! And btw, I know this is short for a first chapter, but...I tried...and hopefully it'll get better. Also: There /may/ be smut, or torture. So that's why it's rated M.
Ciel Phantomhive opened his drained, blue eyes as he woke up from his sleep. Slowly, he sat up and rubbed his eyes using the back of his hands to get rid of the exhaustion held within them. The curtains were pushed open; allowing sunlight to shine into the darkened room. It seemed to be a beautiful outside; Ciel had thought so at the least. He sighed, getting up from his bed and walking over to the window. Using most of his strength, he freed the latch and opened the window wide; a fresh breeze greeting him almost instantly. Birds were chirping outside of the manor. A beautiful sound they made, and the young Lord enjoyed it. But as his clear, blue eyes stared out the window, depression overcame him and he closed his eyes tightly shut.
Suddenly someone knocked at the door. A second after that the door opened and in came his butler. The man gazed at Ciel with a sympathetic look. Slowly, the Earl looked over his shoulder, blinking his eyes open at his butler; Oliver James. Normally, it was a butler's job to wake up their Master's, but Ciel had been waking up on his own instead. He didn't desire to have anyone wake him up anymore. In his own thoughts, he didn't want to wake up and live in this reality any longer. The world meant nothing to him; including every single being in this world. Ciel just didn't want to live in this world at all.
"Master, allow me to dress you—"
"Hurry up," murmured Ciel quietly; interrupting his butler as he looked back out the window. "Fetch me my clothes and return immediately. There is no time to waste."
"Yes, Master." James bowed and left the room immediately; obeying the order given.
Once again, Ciel Phantomhive was left all alone in his bedroom, staring out the window for countless minutes; just thinking. What was he thinking about exactly? His regretful past. He never felt so empty...so alone…not until years ago. It was summer, and Ciel was currently sixteen, soon to be seventeen within a few more months. But none of that mattered to him. Not since the death of his love—and butler—Sebastian Michaelis.
Tears formed in his eyes in memory of the Demon who died on his birthday. The fool died protecting Ciel, yet in exchange his life was taken away by the Undertaker. And the Undertaker's riddle still never left his mind; he had memorized it by heart, though he wasn't sure of what he meant still. It frustrated him to try thinking about it. Especially since it was the Undertaker who took the Demon's life away; never to return.
The young Earl hadn't even seen the grim reaper since that day on his birthday. Nor had he seen Grell Sutcliff; the red-haired reaper. The tears that formed in Ciel's eyes began dripping down his cheeks and onto the window ledge as he gazed outside; remembering everything so clearly. It killed him deep inside to hear his butler speak his last words. Those words were lies, though; Ciel did love Sebastian. More than anything and anyone in the world. But there was no proof of that since he spilled lies himself about it.
If only he had been honest. Now Ciel Phantomhive regretted that the most. He missed Sebastian Michaelis dearly, and every day, for the two years he was dead for, Ciel had cried himself to sleep. There wasn't a day when he didn't think about the butler. Two whole years without his love.
Finally, Oliver James returned with Ciel's clothing. Standing up, Ciel stumbled slightly; falling into the arms of Oliver. The older man sighed.
"Will you be alright, Master?"
"Don't question me," muttered Ciel as he shoved him away; glancing away.
Without any more objections, the butler dressed Ciel for the day that would change his life extraordinarily.