A/N: This is a yaoi story I thought up of as I was sitting on the couch doing nothing. Also, I kill off Claude first thing because I really, really hate Claude. Sorry, Claude fangirls (wait, Claude has fangirls?). And I have no fucking clue how to write a sadistic murder scene. Oh, well. I'm a horrible writer, I know. XD I'll remake this story one day. I plan on writing seven chapters. This chapter's pretty short. Before I forget, Sebastian and Ciel may not have the exact same personality as in the manga and anime. But I don't care. As long as you enjoy it~ I mean, seriously, Ciel acts like a little kid in this chapter. .-.
Chapter One:
In the bright streets of a city, you can almost always be sure the corners will be dark. The city's rejects. And in large cities, like this, crime seems to always go unnoticed. And Sebastian Michaelis knew that. He was one of the city's rejects. The city's most handsome, charming reject. As his footsteps pressed to the cold cement ground of the alleyway, the knife's blade gleaming underneath the moon, he was smiling. It was a charming smile, a true smile.
A smile of evil.
The tall, plum-haired man backed away, frightened for his life. Sebastian knew the man oh-so well. They were once good friends.
"Claude Faustus," the black-haired man chuckled, placing the knife closer to his face. The other man just stared wide-eyed, shivering from the chill of the night and the fear for his life. Sebastian took his free hand as Claude backed himself into a corner, where there was no possible escape, and gently stroked the glasses wearing man's jawline. His lip trembled and quivered as the hand left his face and the knife replaced, slowly and softly cutting the skin. As the blood oozed out, Sebastian laughed once more. He dug the knife in deeper this time, and the other man winced. It must have started to hurt like hell, at this point. But Sebastian had no intention of bringing the knife out just yet. The man carved the outline of the rest of his face, and soon got bored of watching Claude cry in pain underneath him.
It was just no fun.
Sebastian took the knife out and watched Claude slowly fall. The blood was gushing out, as Sebastian made sure he cut deeply, but thankfully he wasn't dead yet. It would be no fun that way. The man's claret colored eyes lowered into the other man's amber, and he noted a look of pure hate gleaming from them behind the glasses. Oh, well. Just add another to the list of the people who hated Sebastian Michaelis.
Sebastian, sick of the hate pouring from the other man's eyes, just bent over and plunged the knife deep into his throat. The other man made a gurgling sound, panicked, then died. Just slumped right back into the asphalt. Sebastian dropped the knife, pulled off his gloves, and put them in his peacoat's pocket.
He was about to leave, back to his home, when he heard a soft whimpering behind him. It caught his attention, and turned his head back to the corpse. In his peripheral vison, he spotted a boy, looking around twelve or thirteen, shaking in fear. Most likely traumatized by the dead body in front of him. Sebastian looked into the boy's wide, frightened blue eyes, then scanned the rest of his body. He was wearing a torn, stained, white button up shirt, and his pants definitley weren't in better condition. The boy was barefoot, and Sebastian could tell that the boy was horribly thin, even under the clothing. As he scanned his face once more, he noted that slate blue hair covered up his left eye.
Sebastian's heart softened, realizing the boy was most likely a homeless orphan, and wouldn't be able to do much harm. But, what would Sebastian do with the boy? He was only a kid, and probably wouldn't tell. Sebastian could kill the child, but then Sebastian would feel horribly guilty.
Hipocrite, Sebastian thought to himself, as he knew that he was a murderer. But, why would he feel guilty about killing this kid?
"I-I'm sorry, sir. . ." the boy mumbled, looking as frightened as ever. Sebastian realized that his silence must have scared the child even more. Sebastian was simply so confused. What should he do? A sudden thought occured to him. Perhaps he could take the boy home? The child would probably be scared out of his wits at first, going home with a man that just murdered someone right in front of him, but he would most likely warm up to him. Sebastian would take care of the child. Give him food, clothes, and teach him how to kill. Sebastian got down on one knee, reaching the child's height.
"No, I'm sorry," Sebastian started, his ruby eyes meeting the child's sapphire. His eyes widened even more, and Sebastian suddenly panicked, afraid of what he might be thinking,"I really am." The boy turned his head away.
"P-please don't hurt me. . ." the child whispered, and Sebastian's heart broke a little. The boy thought he was going to hurt him? Well, it made sense. Sebastian did just kill someone right in front of the child. Sebastian put a hand on the boy's shoulder, and the young teen just stared at the man's pale hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the raven-haired man whispered gently, and the boy suddenly looked up. "In fact, I want to help you. You look hungry. Would you like to come home with me, and I can make you something and draw a bath for you?"
The boy's eyes softened, and his eyebrows rose in disbelief. "You promise you won't hurt me?" he asked, and Sebastian softly laughed, putting a small smile on his face.
"Of course I won't hurt you. Now tell me, what's your name?" Sebastian asked, standing up and reaching his arm out for the boy. The slate-haired boy hesitantly grabbed onto the black-clad man's hand.
"C-Ciel. . ." he answered, as Sebastian led him out of the alleyway. Ciel, Sebastian repeated in his mind, that's a cute name. . .
"And tell me, Ciel, how old are you?" the two turned into the slightly brighter streets, and continued walking. Snow fell gently, quite early for the season. The flakes fell into Ciel's hair, Sebastian noticed, and the contrast made the child look almost picturesque.
"Twelve," the child answered,"but it's November, right? My birthday's next month. I think. . ." the boy softly answered, and Sebastian led Ciel into his car. They sat next to each other, and Sebastian started up the car. He took off his warm coat, and looked towards Ciel. Despite the heater starting to kick in, Ciel was still shivering. Sebastian laid the coat on his body, and Ciel quickly wrapped himself inside, enveloping inside the body heat.
Sebastian started driving down the street, almost at his home. He glanced over at the child, who had fallen asleep. Ah, he looks so lovely asleep. . . Sebastian thought to himself, then mentally slapped himself. Why would he dare think such thoughts! Sebastian loved no one, not even his parents. Then why would he even call the boy lovely, even in his thoughts?! Well, the boy was quite cute. . . No! Stop it, Sebastian! he yelled at himself, That's not even moral. He's twelve. Sebastian stole another glance at Ciel. But then again, when did I ever believe in morals?
They pulled up into Sebastian's driveway, and the man slowly shook Ciel awake. He yawned, and slowly looked at Sebastian. Sebastian smiled, as he parked the car. They got out, as Ciel looked in wonder at Sebastian's home. It was pretty large, made up of cobblestone. A large garden was placed in front of the home, and Ciel's hand managed to find it's way to Sebastian's. Sebastian grabbed it, and wondered if Ciel actually trusted him. He led the boy to the patio, and onto the porch. Sebastian grabbed the keys from his front pockets, and unlocked the door. They walked inside, and Sebastian turned on the lights.
The boy seemed to marvel at the largeness of the home inside. The living room was huge, with a large televison, and a cathedral style cieling. In the dining room, a chandileir hung from the cieling, above a mahagony table. They walked into the kitchen, where Ciel looked even more in awe. It looked almost like a famous chef lived there, as it was fully equipped with everything. Ciel let go of Sebastian's hand and pulled himself up onto the counter. Sebastian could hear Ciel's stomach growling.
Sebastian chuckled,"Oh, right. Food. You must be starving. What would you like to eat?" Sebastian asked, walking over to the chrome fridge and opening it. Ciel looked in awe at the contents.
"Hm. . . Something sweet," Ciel murmered, and laid down on the marbel counter. Sebastian noticed Ciel was still wearing his coat. It was so big on him, it made Ciel look even smaller and younger than how he already looked. Sebastian smiled as he closed the fridge and opened the freezer, grabbing vanilla ice cream. Sebastian glanced at Ciel, who was looking hungrily at the sweet food. At least, Sebastian hoped he was looking at the quart of ice cream.
Sebastian scooped the ice cream into two delicate glass bowls, and opened up the fridge for some chocolate syrup and cherries. Sebastian carefully drizzled the chocolate liquid onto the bowls of ice cream, and put a cherry on top. Ciel sat up and stared at Sebastian, who was now holding a bowl out right in front of him. He smiled softly, and grabbed the bowl from Sebastian.
"Thank you," he whispered, and scooped up a spoonful. He shoved the dessert into his mouth and gave the brightest smile in the world.
"You seem to like it, huh?" Sebastian chuckled, putting a spoonful of ice cream into his own mouth. Ciel nodded, shoving another spoonful into his mouth. Then another and another. . . Sebastian blushed as he realized he was staring at Ciel eating, and he still had the spoon in his mouth. Sebastian took it out and offered Ciel his own bowl. "Want it?" he asked, as Ciel finished his ice cream. Ciel nodded and kept eating. He looked so cute, almost like he was lost in his own little world. . . Sebastian left the room to start up a bath for Ciel, and noticed Ciel followed him.
"S-Sir, where are you going?" Ciel asked, still eating the ice cream. Sebastian smiled.
"My name's Sebastian. You may call me that. And I was just starting up a bath for you," Ciel looked confused.
"You do know it's about one in the morning, right?" Ciel asked, looking up at Sebastian. The raven-haired man looked at the clock in the other room, and Ciel was right. It was pretty late.
"Hm, I suppose you're right. But do you want to sleep filthy?" Sebastian questioned, putting a hand in Ciel's slate hair. It was soft and velvet, and Sebastian blushed as he realized he was doting over the child's hair.
Ciel frowned and looked down. "I sleep filthy every other night. . ." he murmured, and Sebastian sighed.
"I know... But are you sure you don't want to take a bath?"
"I'm sure. I'm tired. Can we go to bed now?" Ciel asked, and Sebastian shook his head softly.
"All right. Come on," Sebastian muttered, holding his hand out. Ciel clasped onto it. They walked up the large stairs, and Sebastian opened up a door. Ciel looked shocked when he looked inside.
The room was completley empty, except for a small cot. It was painted grey, and there were no windows. Not even a light.
"S-Sebastian! What is this?!" Ciel exclaimed, looking in dismay at his possibly new home. Sebastian chuckled as he gently pushed the boy inside. The slate haired child looked suprised, scared, and... sad? Why would the boy be so sad? Sure, he would be left alone again, but not for that long... The raven haired man frowned for a moment, actually unsure of why he was locking Ciel up, until he remembered.
"Well, you might escape, and tell the police I murdered that man. And we can't let that happen, could we?" Sebastian smiled, and shut the door on poor Ciel. He felt terrible about locking the child away, but there wasn't much of a choice. Ciel might have escaped.
Sebastian pulled out a key and locked the door, leaving Ciel pounding on the door.
"I'm truly sorry," Sebastian said, stroking the door,"but it can't be helped. I'll be here in the morning to let you use the restroom and give you a bath."
Sebastian walked away, feeling extremely guilty. But. . . Why?
~~~~~~~CHAPTER: END~~~~~~