AN: This was originally made for my language arts class in which we had to follow a set of vocabulary terms so sorry if it seems off-plot sometimes. *laughs* This is the first fanfic I've actually ever finished so YAY! Also thank you so much to my boyfriend Sebastian for editing it for me TT^TT I love you so much!
Ciel looked out into the cool town, the wind blowing gently, and the acrid smell of London being carried along. He sighed, "Will this smell ever get better? Every time I have to come into the city it seems to just seems to keep getting worse." Leaning on the edge of the veranda, the boy started thinking of the night prior and the endearing words his butler had said. Was it true…? Could he really love me…? Thoughts ran through his mind, of the making of the contract, of the all the past years, of his prestige, of his status. He begun to turn around, only to stop at the sight of the said man. "Speak of the Devil." The gray haired boy laughed softly as he calmly walked inside hearing Sebastian's words behind him. "Young Master? I believe it is time to go," "Ah, yes, I suppose it is…"
As Sebastian dressed Ciel in something more decent for a ball, thoughts of his butler's confession still invaded his mind. Surely a romance between a master and servant could not work, right? Between a demon and a mortal, a predator with its prey... Hell! We're both male! He quickly pushed it out of his mind as he stood, brushing himself off and walking downstairs to the carriage that was waiting for them.
They had soon arrived at the venue and as he exited the carriage he heard a ear-piercing scream. "CIEEEEEEEEL!~" His fiancée, Elizabeth came running after him, wrapping her arms around Ciel in joy. "Oh G-" "I'm so glad you're here, Ciel!~ I was worried you wouldn't come!" She wrapped her arms around him tighter as she squealed. "I figured I'd reconcile my... lack of enthusiasm towards your previous event... Elizabeth..." She nodded as she almost dragged Ciel in to the ball, the young lady only realizing it at Sebastian's intervention.
They danced the night away, Sebastian keeping watch on the sidelines, and those thoughts still running through Ciel's mind making his dance skills even worse than they would have been on their own. In the distance, he heard a voice begin laughing hysterically. Oh, goodness, no. He sighed, still dancing, as the voice grew closer, approaching the main hall. He saw the flash of red outside the window and excused himself from his current dancing arrangement. Ciel's eyes met Sebastian's, and he nodded brusquely.
He made his way to the men's room and stared into the mirror, his facade slowly crumbling. He was faced with his greyish-blue hair, his royal blue eyes, his gentle face shape - all hereditary from his mother and father, both of which had passed away. He was faced with the truth, with his thoughts, with his doubt. He turned away from the mirror, waiting a moment before he decided the flurry of red and flamboyance would be at a safe distance. The boy returned to the dance hall, crossing it and exiting the back door to the garden.
In the garden, there was a small gazebo, where he sat, which seemed to be surrounded by what appeared to be a moon garden. Not far from it, he noticed a shimmering pond with a small dinghy resting in the still water. He felt the cool air clear his thoughts and he sighed. Solitude has been my bane for a very long while... He felt the firm, cool, gloved hand of his butler on his shoulder, who sat beside him with an acknowledging, "My Lord..." Yet it leads me to wonder if it should stay that way... Cool, smooth lips were upon his in moments, and as his sight - which was
set upon the moonlight shimmering off of the pond - began to close, he melted into his butler's arms.