Author's note: I dug this story from my stash of randomness and decided to post this. Not really sure if I should continue though. Feeling so low this past few days.
Summary : it's funny how he changed so much in just three years. From a sweet, little virgin who confessed his love to me under the cliche afternoon sun, to being a ruthless slut who doesn't even give a damn. It's even funnier how I changed. From being a legendary heart breaker to a love-struck coward whose only wish on his lonely 22nd birthday is to feel his lips on mine for one more time.
Warning: major OOC, AU, yaoi, and mature content.
Disclaimer : I will never ever ever, own Black Butler! I'm just a crazy, crazy, bipolar author!
Listen to: Suki dakara
…
Prologue: Bokura Ga Ita; We were there.
The moon hides coyly beneath the thick rain clouds, an evening as black as coal and wet with a storm. He held a small light in his hand, the only illumination to guide his way. His heavy, slow pace is a march of death. It doesn't matter. He's not feeling alive.
All I wanted was to be loved. Tears spilled from the sapphire orbs, staining the heart-shaped face with ugly streaks of misery. Slate gray hair moved with the wind, as if sympathizing with its owner. The sore little body can barely move, and the wet shirt and jeans offered no comfort to him. Nevertheless, his mind is set to crawl his way to his best friend's home and ask for help. Pride is hardly an issue now, after what happened a few minutes ago.
…
His high from the orgasm a few minutes ago fluctuated swiftly upon realizing what Sebastian said.
"You said you love me," carmine pupils framed with thick, dark lashes narrowed with mischief at him, scanning the petite, porcelain figure slightly trembling before him, the frightened face upon seeing a dozen of his 'friends ' was savored. A smirk appeared on the handsome face, making him look like the devil himself. "Prove me. I mean, it's just a simple video. Besides, seeing you being, how should I say this, loved by my friends is such a huge turn-on."
The 15 year-old boy sensed danger approaching, so he stood up from the bed, gathered his scattered clothes and placed then quickly on his body. A thin elegant brow was raised in scrutiny, and the rubies gleamed with an accusing look that Ciel knows all too well. In this man's eyes, he is a coward.
"I'm just asking for your help in this-" a slick tongue darted out of Sebastian's lips as he frowned a little. "-Movie. Surely that's no biggie. Right, Ciel?No harm in a little orgy. "
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Ciel mentally scolded himself as he shut his lids tightly in denial and acceptance. Stupid me for accepting his offer. I knew I was making a deal with the devil by coming here!
Sebastian was Ciel's crush since the start of the school year. A rich man's delinquent son who was famous for trouble and not getting punished by the St. Secaire's University administration. A typical problem child who turned to drugs and bad company for entertainment.
Once, the red-eyed male helped Ciel with the bullies who constantly picked on the scholar. That made the detached teenager fall for him in an instant. Being an orphan at the young age of 8, he rarely had someone offer him genuine concern without knowing his background story. In his judgment, maybe there's a soft heart hidden beneath the stone hard exterior.
He was so wrong.
"So you refuse?" the deep, chilly voice broke his train of thought.
"I, I... I can't do this... " Ciel bowed his head in defeat.
"Then, I have no more business with you." Sebastian slumped his long, lean body on a black leather couch and lit up a thin cigarette. Taking a long drag, he pouted thin lips and blew the gray smoke to Ciel's direction and motioned to the door. "Now leave. And take your prudence and sentiments with you."
...
He reached the medium sized bungalow painted in earthy brown and cream surrounded by a garden of red roses and bluebells tended with care. Small fist knocked frantically before the wooden door swung open.
"Ciel? What the hell happened?"
"C-Claude... I-" he looked up to the tall teenager with a stern but handsome face and cold peridot eyes hidden beneath black rimmed spectacles. The messy black hair and pink pajamas are a giveaway that his host just woke up from a deep slumber.
"Damn it. Come inside before you catch a cold. You'd better spill it out."
…
"Idiot." Claude mumbled between sips of Darjeeling tea as he listened to Ciel's edited version of what happened at Sebastian's place. The smaller one laid on his back at his divan while the nerd sat on a fabric covered couch in white, playing psychiatrist to his childhood buddy of more than 12 years.
"You know Sebastian's a jerk. Everyone at St. Secaire's knows that. The fucking dude's a junkie, for hell's sake. Yet, you played willing victim and went to his place, ALONE. I expect more from a scholar." he scolded him thoroughly, trying to wrack some sense into the bluenette's pretty head. "What would aunt Rachel say to this if she's still alive?"
"I really didn't expect this to happen!" Ciel felt so small in Claude's oversized shirt and boxers. Leave it to Claude to add salt to the wound. "I mean, he did helped me once-".
The bespectacled male sighed. "What if it was just a trap? What if he was just leading you on? There are countless of what if's that you should have considered before confessing to him yesterday."
The blue eyes widened in disbelief. "How did you find out?"
"It's Sebastian that we're talking about." The ravenette shot back. "How can I not know? I bet tonight's event will be the hot issue tomorrow as well."
"Fuck this life... " Ciel groaned in defeat. "I don't think I can stay at St. Secaire's anymore. I mean, this is crazy. If it's not the bullies, it's the rumors. Why can't people just leave me alone?"
Highschool's a hell. He thought bitterly as he recall the nasty tricks and painful words behind his back. Sure, he had Claude, but he hated asking for help like a little child. Ciel Phantomhive valued his independence above anything else.
Except that this time, there's no way around it, less if choose to die in a social and emotional disease.
…
Beautiful... Claude thought as he gazed upon the blue-haired angel with ocean eyes, svelte body sprawled and vulnerable across his divan. Smooth, thin legs hang loosely at the edge of the furniture like an abandoned puppet. His clothes looked out of place on the breathing doll that was Ciel. His heart thumped faster as long lashes touched blemish-free cheeks whenever the orphan blink absentmindedly. Then, there's those plump lips pursed in deep ponder, and the soft wisps of hair that turns blue under the right light.
He's perfect in every angle.
It's a shame, offering his soul to a heartless bastard. If it was me-
No! Claude shook his head to erase the idea from his head. He trusts me. I can't... Uncle Vincent will stir from his grave if I touch his only son.
He offered a silent prayer to Ciel's deceased parents before breaking the absolute silence.
"Hey, want to come with me to New York?"
"What will happen to our studies? How can we pay the bills?" Ciel rolled his eyes cynically as he looked at his host.
"We can finish our degree in high school by taking an advance placement exam, which I'm sure we can both pass with ease. Leave the monetary issues to me. After all, the reason why I'm leaving is to manage mom's businesses."
Claude's mother died last year. A rich woman, she left all of her properties to his only son. His father was never mentioned since birth. At the age of 18, Claude's already a millionaire.
But the pain of losing a mother can never be replaced by dollars. Ciel vaguely realized that Claude needs him there, too.
"Well, guess I have no other options." he sat up and watch his friend's eyes lit up with excitement. "Better pack my bags, then."
…
"Yow, Sebastian!"
The teen looked behind him to see Ash, a purple-eyed albino with a seductive appeal and boisterous behavior. He returned the grin, toying at the silver piercing on his tongue secretly as he waited the other to catch up with him.
"So, what's with the boost of energy? Switched your morning coke for coffee? " His crimson gaze wandered around in search of a familiar face, but failed to see what he was looking for. "Where's your nerdy posse, Claude?"
"Aww... You missed him? And he's not my dog, dude. He's one of my childhood friends who stuck with me through diapers and condoms. Sadly, he left the town for the Big Apple earlier this morning."
The dark-haired delinquent rolled his eyes at the cheesy statement. But Ash is one of the more decent folks who hang around him for his friendship and not for money so he faked interest. "That'll be fucking emo. All alone in the big city, with no free titties to help you get through the night."
"Nah, he'll be fine. Ciel's with him."
"Phantomhive?!" his baritone voice raised a few octaves much to his disdain. "Wow, such a baby. Running away after letting me pop his cherry. Pussy."
The amethyst orbs looked at him in pure shock, and even the red-eyed male who was famous for being an unfeeling demon was genuinely surprised at the sudden reaction of Ash Landers.
"Say what? Like, you fucked Ciel's virginity? Is that what you mean, Michaelis?"
"Duh, he confessed to me his undying love. What better way to discourage him?"
A swift uppercut connected his prominent jaw, making Sebastian collide to the flowerpots adorning the school yard. Ceramics shattered, but thankfully, it did not cut through his blue school uniform. Still numb from the sudden punch, the victim looked up to see the usually pale teenager, now blushing in fiery anger.
"You're sick man. Always knew you were a jerk, but fucking choose your targets. The guy you just shamed down to his soul is an orphan. 'Course he'd be vulnerable. The poor kid's alone in the world." The albino rubbed his clenched fist with his free hand as he looked at Sebastian who was being assisted by airy bimbos. "Disgusting. One day, you'll regret what you did. Karma is a bitch, and she's gonna fuck you to hell."
"Well fuck you too. It's his fault for being so stupid!" He managed to retort, but the student was already walking away, glaring daggers at the others whom he identified as Sebastian's friends.
As he watched his former friend glided away from him, he cannot help but feel a little guilty. He brushed it off easily, defiance and nonchalance ruled out the slightest conscience that insisted to bug him. Who was Ciel Phantomhive anyway? Surely not important enough to earn his respect. Never mind that he doesn't really respect anyone else. Vendetta against Ash was entertained, but upon remembering that his enemy is quite popular and surrounded with friends that will surely get back at him, he dismissed the thought.
Side by side with blonde cheerleaders, he strut his way to the university.
Regret? Sounds like a little too overrated.
…
Why is Ash overreacting? What will happen in New York? Will Claude ever realize his love? Will Ciel be able to move on? And why is Sebby being such a dork?
Sorry for some unexplained parts (like how Ciel's parents died, Claude's business etc. ) No, I'm not lazy. All in due time, my friends.
How was it? Awful? Lacking? Tell me what you think! Please review! Faves, pm and follows are awesome, but reviews are the reason why writers write. Let this plot bunny live!
If you have any request regarding this fic (like Alois being Sebby's lover) or what, just pm me. No flames, I'm already in hell. Constructive criticisms are welcome though.