A/N: So. Hi! This is my first fanfic for this fandom (I can't believe I haven't done this sooner). Black Butler is one of my favorite animes and I read fanfiction for it all the time but I figured I should start writing my own. I'm so happy they decided to do a Season 3. Book of Circus is awesome! But I digress. Even though I hated Season 2 (no offense to those who liked it), the concept of Ciel being a demon is a rather interesting one. This fanfic is almost entirely based on Sebastian's reaction at the ending. I felt so bad for him ;A; Anyways I hope you all enjoy this little offering even if it is melancholic / angsty / etc.
In a field of black roses, on a cliff, on an island in an endless stretch of water, sat two demons. The younger, a boy with midnight blue hair, turned and fixed his gaze on his silent companion dressed in black.
"You hate me," the boy said simply, his face impassive, as he ran his fingers through the grass.
"Young Master…?" the elder demon asked, tilting his head slightly.
"I see the way you look at me, Sebastian," the boy demon continued, turning away to stare at the sea. "The way it takes you a fraction of a second to change your expression so I don't see the disgust in your eyes. I wonder if the disappointment you must feel tastes like blood in your mouth whenever you speak to me?"
Sebastian only sighed, and when he gave no reply, the young demon's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fist around the nearest stem of a rose, thorns piercing the skin. He then withdrew it and examined his bloody palm, distant and brooding. Eternity stretched before him now, but he didn't want to spend it like this. In fact, he shouldn't even be alive. He should have died long ago and had his soul consumed, like they agreed.
"I didn't ask to be like this," he whispered, knowing Sebastian could hear him. "I am the way I am because..because of THAT person. That hateful boy. Alois. What was done to me was done against my will."
Sebastian turned and stared at the back of the fledgling demon's head. He reached his hand out to touch his shoulder, paused in indecision, and retracted. "I know," he replied, his voice laden with heaviness.
"Then why do you hate me, and always look so sad and disgusted? Do you scorn me because I am a demon now, like you?" the boy promptly inquired.
The elder demon stood up and walked around the fledgling so he could crouch down and stare into the younger's face, red eyes meeting red and purple, the seal of their contract blazing in the presence of its maker. "Young Master..I don't hate you," Sebastian began. I never could. "I hate what was done to you and the ones responsible. And I am disgusted with myself for not being more careful, because it cost me the one soul I craved above all other souls, and being denied a thing one desires most is rather upsetting, wouldn't you agree?" Nevermind the amount of time I spent cultivating it.
The boy nodded in understanding.
Yes..I see. Sebastian...?
Yes, my lord?
I'm sorry. That you worked so hard for nothing. That you didn't get to eat my soul. I..I'm glad you don't hate me.
Young Master, you don't have to apologize. It wasn't your fault.
Sebastian?
Yes?
I want you to start calling me by my name from now on.
Very well…Ciel.
