AN: In this fanfiction Ciel is 17 and Sebastian, along with Claude, are in their mid twenties.
Weeping Skies
Prologue
2016.04.26
My family has always been rich. A few hundred years back the members of my family had even been considered nobility. Though my ancestors weren't exactly popular in the high society – they were even nicknamed 'evil nobelmen' – but they were powerful. Of course, since then a lot of things have happened. There were numerous accusations, scandals, other various mishaps and during all that chaos my family had lost the title of nobles they were so proud of. Stories like this usually end up with the whole lineage hitting rock bottom due to the bad habits of spending enormous sums of money, however they still had a lot of what my grandfather called 'blood money' left.
On that money our biggest current asset had been built – the Funtom Corporation. It's one of the biggest net value having corporations in the whole world, thus there are always people around my family,who want all that fortune for themselves. Because of the money, we had dealt with numerous blackmails, attempts at assault and robbery, of which most were unsuccessful. Even though I had all the knowledge and experience required to understand that humans' greed is endless, I had never expected to get kidnapped. After all, there wasn't a single corner of the house that didn't have a security camera monitoring it and I wasn't the one to leave house all that often, though my recent experience did lead to me retracting from society even further. However, exactly that happened to me.
When I got back home a month ago after being gone for almost a month – three weeks to be precise – my parents had already buried me. The policeman who drove me to the mansion had to help my mother stand up when she fell to her knees after seeing me,and my father had just turned to stone statue for about ten minutes. It took about another five until they finally said something to me. I don't think that I will be able to ever forget my mother's creaking voice as she asked me "Is it really you, Ciel?"
Strangely I wasn't able to reply to her right away either. I just stared at her for few incredibly long moments until I responded with a 'yes'.
My mother was the one to speak again as she asked me what had happened to me. I didn't know what to answer. Before I could decide if I should lie or tell her the horrible truth she pulled me into a tight hug. It was so sudden that I almost flinched away, but her smell was so familiar and the ends of her hair tickling my nose felt so much like home that I stayed unmoving and after few more moments I felt tears running down my cheeks. My mother was also crying – I could feel on the crook of my neck, where her face had been, moisture seeping through the ragged t-shirt I was wearing.
After our – if I dare say – overly emotional reunion, the first thing mother did was tell Mey -Rin, our maid, to prepare me a bath where I could soak for a long while. Only the next day she brought up the idea of me seeing a psychologist.
"The things you saw and experienced," she said as her big blue eyes, filled with concern, traced over my right eye. "it's only sensible that you should get help."
Of course I was against the idea, even very so, but she wouldn't cease insisting. I ended up agreeing to go to at least few sessions to appease her mind. I hated people trying to get inside my head even before the kidnapping, but now it terrified me. For the whole month I had to suffer through visiting that place three days in a week and now, I finally had been able to reach a compromise: the visit is once a week if I write a diary.
Actually, at first I thought I would just pretend to write it and just ignore the damned thing, like I always did with tedious tasks, however my mother managed to nag me into writing down my thoughts. She even checks if I wrote anything every few days. She never reads what I wrote though, and I don't know if it's because she's terrified of what I might be writing, if she's just trying to deny the reality of what had truly happened or if she's just respecting my privacy.
Well anyway, if so happens that I must write, I will do so. It's not that hard after all, but since I already wrote down why I got kidnapped and how I ended up letting my feelings flow onto a piece of paper, I'd like to start from the very beginning, from the day I was taken from home.
AN:I actually already have the first chapter written, but I don't know when I will upload it. In worst case scenario I'll upload it on January.
The prologue is short, but I really hope that you enjoyed it. Positive and negative comments are welcome.