Ciel Phantomhive looked out over the newly fallen snow that blanketed the grounds of his manor, he despised winter and anything associated with the season. What was once a joyous, happy time spent outside with his mother and father, building snowmen and playing games as the glittering flakes fell to the Earth around them, had become a season of sorrow and fear, bringing to mind the nightmares of his past. Though by this point he had managed to master the art of hiding his feeling or masking them as anger, one person saw through the facade.
Sebastian Michaelis watched his Master from the doorway where he held a tray filled with a glass of hot chocolate and several cookies. The butler sighed heavily as he looked an. As a demon, it was difficult to understand human feeling, but the butler part of him felt differently. He had known the boy just over two years now of his many masters, Ciel was the youngest, admittedly, at the start of their contract, the child puzzled Sebastian, his rapidly changing moods, outbursts of anger, often ending in Sebastian being cursed at, slapped, or having objects thrown at him was like nothing the demon had encountered in a child of ten. He often found himself regretting the contract, but as he soon learned, there was more to the young boy.
"Young Master, is something wrong?" Sebastian set the tray down on the desk.
"Nothing more than usual I suppose."
"I've brought you a bedtime snack my lord, something to make you feel more at ease." The demon handed the cup to his master and watched him sip slowly from it.
"I doubt much will help."
"Pardon my inquiry, what troubles you?"
"Do you know what next week is?"
"Indeed, your birthday. You should be elated."
"I care nothing for my birthday, nor any other damned day this season brings."
"That is quite understandable, given your past." Sebastian spoke quietly his tone, Ciel noticed had changed, it was almost sympathetic. The Earl dismissed the thought. Demons knew nothing of emotion after all.
Sebastian could never understand his pain. He didn't know pain of any sort it seemed and if the boy were to be honest, there were times he envied his butler. To not know what it was to love , to be lost and alone.
"Sebastian." He said biting into one of the cookies.
"Yes my Lord?"
"What's it like, being a demon?" The butler was surprised by the question.
"That depends on which one you ask. Some may enjoy eternal life, while others find existence to be boring, far too long and yet there are demons who remain indifferent.
you and I are not so different at all are we young master, both of us struggle through this plain of being, you, a mere boy who in one night lost everything, I a lowly demon searching for what I believed a wonderful feast, but soon after, I found so much more. Sebastian frowned.
"Every year, on my birthday, my parents would light the candles on my cake and tell me to make a wish before blowing them out. You know by now It's human tradition to proceed that way. I would close my eyes and wish that.I would get everything I could possibly want, New toys, things like that. You don't really think that it isn't possible for it to come true, not until you're older that you realize It's useless. Why would you when you're small, you believe in what your parents tell you.
Now if I could have a wish, I would want to have them back. You could never understand the feeling of security that you get when your father and mother hold you close, tell you it's alright. You think that there's nothing in the world that could hurt you, because they're right there to love you and care for you. Suddenly, they're gone and everything is different, there's no one to say those things to you, no one to hold you, to love you."
One so young should not be condemned to feel so much pain. I never knew human feelings, as demons we know mostly hunger. Roaming across the sands of time with no sense of love or caring. You have taught me sorrow, my blackened heart breaks a little more each time you are this way. You are not alone young one. Given the opportunity I would give them back to you, end this pain, all I can do for you is abide by our contract and offer you some gentle guidance on occasion. I have never much cared for my masters, they were merely food, but you Ciel Phantonhive, are a different case entirely.
"Sebastian, I'd like to go to bed now, I've had enough for today. Perhaps sleep will help." Ciel stood from his chair with a sigh.
"Come Sebastian, the sooner I get ready, the sooner I can sleep and forget the world for just a little while."
"Yes my Lord." The demon said solemnly as he followed the young Earl from the room.
A/N: this was sort of a request, I hope this is alright so far. I don't own black butler. I hope you enjoy the story. Please no flames.