My Chess Piece

by kamikayze

Ciel believes that Sebastian is his chess piece. But is it the other way around? In a kind of poem in Ciel's POV. No romance or really anything. Rated T for small references to violence and death and I am too paranoid for my own good.

A/N: A Kuroshitsuji one-shot. Kinda in a poem? Not really anything to say here other than the fact that I obviously don't own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler otherwise I wouldn't exactly be here. In Ciel's point of view on Sebastian.

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One-Shot: The Chess Piece

You are my chess piece, all the pieces in one.
A queen, a knight, a bishop, and a rook.
I pull your strings and control you in the games,
But when the king falls, you then control me.

I am the king, and you are to obey me,
I am the one who you are contracted to protect.
You do your job without complaints,
And you even add 'Yes, my lord.'

You are a curse,
For there is the inevitable checkmate sometime.
Yet you are also a blessing,
For you rescued me from my darkness.

I am literally powerless without you,
And you give me strength.
Just like the king in the chess game,
Who controls all the rest.

Your whole contract revolves around me,
Forcing you to follow my path.
May it be a bloody and dark one,
Or a bright and joyous road.

I still have pawns that are powerful too,
But none are diverse or as able as you.
I have sacrificed a few for your power,
And what is lost and never be returned.

I feel like I am controlling you,
Making you come at my beck and call.
But part of my consciousness always doubts,
Whether I am your pawn instead of the other way 'round.

You are to serve me as a butler,
Always the perfect one.
Whether it is to serve tea or to work undercover,
You are so far worthy to do so.

We have had many adventures,
Some you may enjoy.
Although sometimes it pains me,
To see something on my trips that is evil.

I still continue to live in the past,
While allies and enemies alike pile around me.
I am still protected,
Yet many a precious thing is lost.

What is lost cannot be returned,
Like my eye or Auntie Red's death.
And yet I still play on,
For no child likes a game unfinished.

But alas! All games must end,
Will I be the victor? Or will I be the fiend?
That is the way history is always written,
Success means the fame and failure equals the asylum.

But for now,
You are still my chess piece.
The queen, the knight, the bishop, and the rook.
And I will control you to the end.