AUTHOR's NOTE: Happy New Year's to everyone! Thanks to *Carrie2sky* for reminding me that I have a life here. I decided to write this in order to warm back up into the series ^^.
This fic is based on a poem-in-progress that I'm writing,(The boldly written quotes) and I realised that it could apply to Kuroshitsuji, so I took some of the quotes from the poem and this happened. Lol. It is a very different perspective to follow, and the story does not follow the overall show or manga really.
It's going to be a two-shot.
Enjoy.
FINDING A NAME FOR MADNESS.
"I was led to believe that madness is a virtue..."
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A demon was not prone to any form of foolish behaviour.
Not even a sliver, a chance of thought...an involuntary action, irrelevant as it may be. And I, being the demon that I was, was proud as ever to stand among those like me- below me- and bask in the knowledge that I had never deviated from the standard, contextual requirements of a demon.
That pride only lasted until a hundred and twenty years ago.
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The gates of hell closed behind me about two days ago.
At least, according to the short span of time which humans chose to abide.
The first time I strolled across a city after travelling dimensions, I was absolutely shocked. It was quite a remarkable sight, to see what the mouldings of the late nineteenth century had escalated into- to see the newest model of the human civilization for myself.
After the bouts of stories, rumors and exaggerated information from other fellow demons who had recently visited, I found it an eyeful to absorb the revolutionary turn that the human world had taken to beautify and strangle their very existence.
Yes, it was a shocking sight. It was breathtaking in fact; especially for a demon who had not stepped on mortal soil for over a century.
But as I walked through the clean London streets, lit with new forms of energy and materials alike; new prestigious cars of many brands and sizes which left behind the filth that its ancestors didn't, I couldn't help but smile at the pointlessness of it all.
The human world was a beautifully wrapped package. The putrid contents lay hidden beneath every new attempt to make a believable gloss over -if only for a second-...until you received it, and unravelled the disconcerting reality that awaited you.
The reality in this world was always the same.
"...and based on my recent actions, your conviction had never been so true."
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The reality did shift once.
It was during my last visit, a hundred and twenty five years ago. I had been looking for something- someone ordinary, easy, but filling. But instead I was pulled by the beckon of a beautiful, complicated, delicate disaster-
I smiled at a female passerby, whose eyes had been on me throughout my musings. It was obvious that the look in her eyes spelled more than admiration, but I did was glance her way, and level her with a sliver of the same look she was offering. It was all I needed to do, really. Then her cheeks flushed as red as the baring shirt she was wearing, and she ever so slowly continued on her path.
-But a disaster was not all he was. He was a lot of things. He was a child; he was an adult; he was lost; and ever so in the right path. He was beautiful, pure, sure, conceited...a hazard. But in all these contradictions he was ever so sane-
-He was my new reality.
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I found my way into a café.
It was very different from the others I peeked into around the town and much more so from the few I had visited with him. It was an ideal place, with very modern furnishings, quite spectacular brickwork and a lavish courtyard for warm days such as today. I however, chose to sit inside the room, as far away from prying eyes as possible. My piqued interest in the café's design waned as soon as I had a quick observation, and I called to make my order. I was, after all, only here for one thing.
'Earl grey, please.'
I wondered briefly as I waited for my order, if the flavor would stay the same after all these years. Maybe it now bore a new meaning, a new flavor, a new aroma. Maybe it won't be the fragrance of bergamot orange, but something quite distasteful.
Maybe it shouldn't matter. But somehow it did. So I waited.
The waiter brought my order, serving it in front of me, and I offered a smooth 'Thanks', before settling to observe the tea. I stirred it calmly, before lifting it to my lips.
One word came to my mind as the Earl grey tea struck all my senses: Intact.
My reality -madness was still safe with me.
"So tie my received madness with your perceived sanity, to become an equilibrium unbalanced..."
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I lost him before I realised it.
He was still there; mind, soul, body and all. Ever so calm and calculated. Offering nothing but the occasional smiles; the reoccurring curses. Having his already strong character build into something compelling, as four years of the contract went by. His earlier dependence for me had morphed into something different, something that I didn't at all mind. Something that distorted our relationship so beautifully, that it was almost...pure.
Unlike my previous contractors, he wasn't wavering in his mind-set after spending such a long time with a demon. Never-changing. Rather, he was engaging my mind just as quickly as I let him engagemy body. Then something was shifting and balancing us. Making the sweet words I said to him so believable to the both of us...
And then I realised why something so treacherous was happening-
-I was the one changing.
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A demon was not prone to any form of foolish behaviour.
Not even a sliver, a chance of thought...an involuntary action, irrelevant as it may be. And I, being the demon that I was, knew the motto more clearly than was deemed appropriate. The slightest deviation from the normal behaviour of a demon was akin to madness on his part.
And no one -not even a demon- wanted to be mad.
So I sought refuge in the only way possible. I informed him that I was forfeiting the contract for undisputable reasons. The look of surprise, anger, or something equally rational never reached his face as I expected.
Instead, he smiled.
It was a smile of absolute understanding, telling me that there was no need to explain myself further anyway. Then his visible eye narrowed as they looked up to mine, asking me if I was aware if the consequences of forfeiting a contract.
I was aware. So I uttered a smooth 'Yes, my Lord'.
I was aware that a soul, however tasteful, was not worth madness. I was aware and prepared to face the consequences of my actions. I was ready for a hundred years of solitary confinement in the most bitter parts of hell. It was going to be more refreshing than madness. I was never one to bask in keeping my contact with fellow demons fresh anyway.
His visible eye remained on mine for a few more seconds, calculating and blue. He rose from the chair and strode to me and beckoned for me to bend towards him. I followed. Then he kissed me ever so softly and whispered:
'But you have already become the madness that I wish to possess.'
"..and together, we'll deliver us from our utmost transgression that comes unannounced."
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How was that for a fresh start? :). Reviews are very much appreciated ^^