Intoxiqué

(Addicted)

Summary:- Ciel is your typical everyday college. After learning a murderous plot involving all of London, Ciel was forced to run after discovering he had information terrorists wanted, and as a result, ended up on a mucked up journey with Sebastian Michaelis. AU.

SebastianxCiel, CielxElizabeth

Chapter One

"Ciel, can you please help me with my art project tonight? Please?"

"Why are you asking me? I don't know anything about art. Plus, I have work later."

It was one of those awkward conversations, one that brought numerous problems to his hectic life day-after-day. Elizabeth seemed oblivious to the fact, and continued to beg for his help for everything, even though she was actually a pretty smart girl. A crush confused with love must be plaguing her mind, and Ciel couldn't wait until she got the message that he wasn't interested.

His name was Ciel Phantomhive, age eighteen. He wasn't anybody special, nor did he try to strike out to get attention. He focused on his studies before getting lost in the gaming world, liking the fact that killing computerized characters helped sooth him. It wasn't the healthiest of ways to vent out his frustration, but it distracted him enough before he went to sleep, meaning that his common nightmares wouldn't appear.

Brushing his blue/black hair away from his face, he stared at his phone, looking at the texts he had received before snapping it shut and bringing his attention back to Lizzy, who was bubbling away. His facial expression looked bored and his dark blue eyes tired.

"Elizabeth, I need to head home. I've got studying to do for my business management exam and then I need to get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow," she was about to protest, but Ciel put up his hand before she could even open her mouth. "I know you want help and company as you study, but I need to focus on my own things first, 'kay?"

The blonde blinked her emerald green eyes, brushing her ringlet/curly hair onto her back as she pouted cutely.

"Ok Ciel," she said, trying to make her voice sound sickly sweet. "I'll see you at college then."

Ciel watched her skip away before shaking his head, slipping his rucksack off his aching right shoulder and placing it on his left. A bath sounded good right now, as did food, so he began his journey back home, staring at his watch before feeling an eye twitch. It was Friday night, so he had work at the restaurant as waiter, so he didn't actually have the time to take a long bath. After much thought, he decided to put it off until he came back, but some food was definitely in order.

Wrinkling his nose, Ciel pulled his scrub sponge from the top of his cooker and looked at the grease clinging to it before tossing it into the sink. He dreaded to think what the inside of his oven was like, but he chose to ignore it as he waited for his pizza to be ready.

Walking through into the living-room, Ciel turned the T.V on and stared at it blankly, looking at the news headlines dart across the screen as a woman talked about the main topic.

"Police suspect a gang of terrorists to be behind the attack, further confirmation is being questioned as…" Ciel let out a yawn, walking across to the other side of the room to shut the curtains, making sure the windows were closed before he turned his head back towards the news. "A total of 47 people were killed and a large group of people were hurt by the explosions. It has just been confirmed that there were multiple suicide bombers with C4 strapped to their chests that caused the trains destruction-"

Ciel turned the T.V off, clenching his fists before rushing back into the kitchen, opening his oven door and looking inside, slipping an oven glove on his hand and then dragging the tray out. Placing the pizza on the counter, Ciel looked at the clock. 6:27pm. He had just over thirty minutes to eat and get changed.

Grabbing a few slices of grub, Ciel bit into one before covering the rest of the food with a plate, not wanting to waste anything since it was expensive to buy food constantly. He wasn't rich nor was he poor, but he still struggled, like most college students did.

Breathing out slowly, Ciel loosed the tense muscles in his shoulders before he continued eating. The fact that he was reminded of terrorists unsettled him, with good reason too, since it was their fault that his parents were dead.

When he was ten years old, his parents died as a train exploded due to a suicide bomber. Really, he shouldn't be alive right after that, but somehow he was one of the few survivors of that incident. Sure, it took him a while to recover from his injuries and then settle down with his aunt Anne, but somehow he made it through.

He missed his parents, but he had to keep moving forwards. Staying in depression wouldn't be what his parents wanted. He studied as hard as he could, socialized with other people while ignoring the pity most of them gave and got into a small college in the outskirts of London. Ciel thought he had done quite well, and hoped that his parents would be proud of him.

Finishing his last slice, he stretched his arms and let out a yawn before getting to his feet. Tonight was going to be a long night and he knew it.

"There is a drip of sauce on the side of this plate," bickered a rich woman, shooting a glare towards Ciel as she narrowed her eyes. "Isn't it a waiter's job to make sure the food looks presentable? I demand another plate that doesn't look hideous in appearance!"

"No offense, madam," said Ciel, a fake, twitching smile on his face as he lifted her plate from the table and bowed slightly before standing straight. "I think you should go complain to the cook. I do not prepare the dishes, I only hand them out."

The woman looked pissed, but Ciel was certain he was more pissed than her. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her stuck-up attitude. If he had to, he'd full-out shout at her, and he didn't give a damn whether or not she was a regular.

Every single Friday he had to deal with this one lady called May Lloyd, and every time she would complain about something. Ciel knew she was rich and was used to the best, but she shouldn't be complaining at him. Like he said, he only served the food. He had nothing to do with how the stupid dishes look.

Walking off, Ciel ignored the glare at his back as he entered the kitchen and then looked at a blonde-haired male cook, who looked irritated. Clearly he was able to hear the woman's rant from where he worked, like he did every Friday.

"I think you already know she's complained about this time, Bard," murmured Ciel, placing the dish down. "I have a feeling she'll demand a totally fresh meal, but if you clean up the bit of sauce, I can easily say it's fresh."

Bard nodded and wiped the sauce away before Ciel lifted it once more, walking out of the kitchen and laying it down in front of May, who was already eyeing it suspiciously. He stood next to her, practically waiting for the next complaint, but her next move he wasn't expecting.

SLAP.

"How dare you put this in front of me!" she screeched, causing Ciel to flinch. "I should complain about this stupid restaurant once and for all!"

She raised her hand to smack Ciel across the face once more, but someone had already grabbed her hands and pulled Ciel out of the way, who remained silent in his stunned state. His cheek throbbed painfully, the deep scratch mark bleeding badly as he listened to the woman screech her head off. This wasn't what he planned for, not at all.

All of the kitchen staff and waiters were standing in shock, Bard fighting off the urge to hit someone as little Finny hid behind him. One of the other waiters, Alois, merely smirked and acted as if nothing had happened as he cleaned up some dishes.

May kept a sharp glare on Ciel, brown hair falling in front of her face and bright pink lips crawling into a smile.

"I don't find the need to complain now, I think the brat has learned his lesson," she could probably tell she had a few hating looks on her, but she ignored them as she burst out laughing, tapping her heeled shoes. "At least he knows not to mess with me, don't you?"

Ciel didn't say a word as he felt the owner of the restaurant, Soma, stand in front of him with a concerned expression on his face as his second-in-charge, Agni, checked over his face that continued to bleed.

"Please escort Miss Lloyd out of my restaurant," said Soma, watching the laughing woman being dragged out before turning towards Ciel. "Please step into my office as Agni tends to your injury-"

"Its fine," mumbled Ciel, taking a step back and covering his cheek. "I can deal with it. Do not fret over something so minor; you're going to worry your customers further."

Soma frowned but then let Ciel go, watching the boy run into the kitchen with Bard and Finny following at his heels.

"Sometimes I wonder about him, Agni," said Soma, folding his arms. "He can't cope with everything, no matter how much he thinks he can."

"I agree with you, boss," replied Agni, following Soma as he went back into his office.

"That woman was horrible to you!" Ciel let out a faint smile and petted Finny's head as he let Bard clean the scratches and stick a piece of white cloth over it. "Boss said she won't be allowed back in the restaurant, but-!"

"Calm down Finny," said Ciel, flinching slightly as the material brushed over his sensitive skin. "It was nothing, really. You should get back to washing the dishes though, you don't want boss to fuss, now do you?"

Finny shut his mouth before pouting, turning on his heel and going into his little room before squeaking at the trays of dishes he still had to clean. Ciel let out a laugh before going quiet once more when Bard looked round the room.

"I need to get back to work too," he said, flexing his arms. "Are you sure you can keep taking orders? You know people will question you…"

"I need to," said Ciel, jumping off the counter and flashing a fake smile. "I don't want boss paying me for no reason, now do I?"

Bard let out a grunt before shrugging, walking away from him as Ciel looked for his order pad and nametag, only to find that they weren't there. Glancing round the room, his eyes locked onto Alois, who was standing with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Give me my stuff back Alois, I'm not in the mood to play your stupid games."

Alois giggled childishly before throwing the pad on the floor along with the nametag, springing away from the wall while still being disturbingly cheery. Ciel frowned before leaning down to pick them up, only to stop when he heard Alois' voice ringing in his ears.

"That's right, you pick that up like the good little dog you are." Ciel shot him a glare, blue eyes flashing angrily as he stood back up, folding his arms.

"So sorry, but are referring to yourself? That would make a lot more sense," replied Ciel, making it sound closer to a hiss than anything else. His voice couldn't be heard by others due to the soup simmering on the stove and the clattering of dishes and cutlery. "And if you are referring to me, I'm quite honoured; dogs are beautiful and smart creatures."

Alois shut hit mouth, his much brighter blue eyes flickering with the hate of being outsmarted before he scuttled away, his high and mighty pride being squashed, at least for the moment. Ciel let out a sigh before picking up his order pad with a smirk.

"Living like this isn't so bad. It's a good distraction."

Puffing out his cheeks, Ciel waved goodbye to Finny and Bard, who were still fussing over his little insignificant injury. Sure, his cheek hurt like a bitch, but he wasn't going to show he was in pain over something so trivial.

It was cold, so Ciel tugged at his jacket in attempts to stay warmer, but to no avail, he still remained cold. Humming softly, Ciel stifled a yawn before looking around himself. He didn't like being in London this late at night, nor did he like walking in it when he was at his weakest. Who knew who he could bump into… murderers, pleading prostitutes, drug dealers, psychotic drunks…

He had to get home soon. If he stayed out here any longer, it was inevitable that he would bump into at least one on his list. Quickening his pace, Ciel rounded a corner before stopping and running back round it, peeking out from a wall at the crowd that was gathered.

"I can't believe a brat tried to serve you food that wasn't the best quality possible!" the voice sounded gruff, and Ciel looked at them all with a furrowed expression. He could recognize a few of them, but the others he had no clue. Never had he saw them nor did he ever want to meet them, considering most of them looked like they could crush him like a tiny bug.

May Lloyd was there, as was Alois Trancy. Ciel watched them carefully, trying to figure out what relationship they had before hiding behind the wall, gripping at his sleeves as he tried not to be seen. Although the thought of smacking May over the face was tempting, Ciel knew it would only end in disaster for him.

"What would you like done with him, my lady?" Ciel strained to hear the conversation at hand, but a strong feeling in his gut told him that the person of subject was himself, either that it was Bard, but it was probably still him. "Will a bullet through his head be satisfactory for you?"

A bullet? As in, a gun? Ciel froze as he heard Alois laughing and then watched him with careful eyes. The blonde idiot still had all his bravado, not to mention he was quite happy prancing around everyone and was intent to let out childish giggles. May was giggling herself, but not so much as Alois as she steeled her expression.

"A bullet in the head isn't enough," she said suddenly, causing most people to perk their ears around her. "Although he ruined my meal, I need to get as much information out of him as possible. The waiter boy is actually the son of Vincent Phantomhive, and the last I heard his name was 'Ciel'. Pathetic name if you ask me, it means 'sky' in French!"

A few more chuckles were heard and Ciel shrunk back, swallowing at his non-existent saliva as he tried to figure out what to do. The wise idea would be to run from the spot, especially after learning that May had been stalking him since he was the son of Vincent, plus he should run if he didn't want to die by being shot.

Trembling lightly, Ciel bit at his lip as he tried to steady himself. He had to get down that street to get into his apartment block, but they must be standing there since they knew he lived there. He could risk running past them, or he could try to find somewhere else to stay for the night, but…

Where was he meant to go? He socialized with people a lot, but he didn't know any of them well enough to suddenly ask if he could stay at one of their places. Bard or Finny would have let him stay if he explained the situation to them, but he didn't have any way to contact them out of work. The only person left was-

"Now who's this? Listening to someone elses conversation isn't exactly smart you know," Ciel whipped his head to the and paled to see a tall man with golden eyes staring down at him, shifting his glasses up his nose as his longish black hair framed his face. "Due to your appearance, you should be Ciel Phantomhive… Better yet, if I ask the young master, he should be able to tell me better."

Ciel tried to move away from him, but before he could even move, his hair was grabbed and he was pulled off the ground, his arm being twisted round his back before he could try to hit the older male and pinned firmly against the wall. Things weren't looking good for him, and if he didn't leave now, then-

"Although he ruined my meal, I need to get as much information out of him as possible. The waiter boy is actually the son of Vincent Phantomhive, and the last I heard his name was 'Ciel'. Pathetic name if you ask me, it means 'sky' in French!"

Ciel bit his lip, trying to stay calm as he thought of a logical way out of this. There had to be a way out of this, right? Wriggling, Ciel bit down on his lip as he heard the other male calling on someone, someone he actually knew.

"Master Alois, I need your help determining the identity of a young male over here."

He was screwed; Alois would be able to tell who he was straight away. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do to save himself. Sudden thoughts about how some people were tortured and abused before getting murdered flickered in Ciel's mind, causing him to panic and then shut his eyes as he heard a gunshot ring through the air.

"Claude Faustus, I suggest you let him go before I lodge a bullet in that pretty little head of yours."

Ciel glanced to the side to see a raven haired male standing there, gun cocked to the side as he stood erect, bright red eyes glinting as he had a pleasant smirk on his face. His other hand has a chalky ball in it, and as for what it was, Ciel didn't know and quite frankly didn't care.

Maybe he wasn't going to die after all?

"Sebastian Michaelis," said the male, now known as Claude, through gritted teeth. "I was sure we killed you last time, but clearly not."

"It'll take more than a train explosion to kill me," Sebastian smiled, his expression confusing Ciel as he kept his gun pointed. "Let him go Claude, I don't feel up to playing games today."

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes. If there is, can you please point them out so I can correct them? Thank you.

Shanny~