In the End.
We travel. Moving from one place to another. Never staying too long. We can't. Boys are supposed to grow up, but I never do. So we travel. Moving with the years. Ageless in an aging world. Unchanging in an ever changing world.
We don't belong. In the human world we remain the same while the world moves one. People grow old and die. We exist though the years as if in a time bubble, passing through but not really there.
We tried live in the other world for a time. We don't belong there either. The contractor and contractee, forever bound together, both demons. It is easier to live in the human world, as they never remember anything for long, rather than in that underworld with long-lived bored demons with nothing better to do than to try and taunt us.
It had been easy to leave, in the beginning. I had already prepared myself for the end, before I "died" and became like him. We left London, then England, as soon as all the loose ends had been tied. We couldn't remain there - we were too well known. So we travelled. At first it was interesting - watching humans. Observing humans as though through a looking glass. I wonder if that's how Sebastian saw me? A specimen to be studied. Eventually, the weight of the years and experiences also made this a bore. Humans and their stupidities. Occassionally we'd find one interesting enough to make a contract with, sometimes just to pass the time. And then we'd feed. It kept the hunger away and it kept us alive.
I have wondered why Alois did what he did, all those years, centuries ago. It is clear that Sebastian lost. He is mine, but I will never be his. I can see the pain in his eyes sometimes even now in an unguarded look of the loss of my soul that he had so carfully cultivated. I like to taunt him about his loss. I hadn't realised how obsessed I'd become with the thought of my revenge or how unsightly and futile it was until after I had become a demon. But did I win? I do not know. I'm alive, in the most basic sense of the word, but it is more of a continuing existance. I live but I am not alive.
We are in Japan at the moment. I think we'll be able to stay here a little longer than some other places. The city seems to be constantly in a rush. The streets full of people always needing to go somewhere, to get something done. The overworked and tired drown the city, and yet they still work. It is easy to make contracts in this place, everyone wants something. Looking at all the people rushing through their futile lives makes me feel tired. Won't something interesting happen?
Wherever we go and whenever it is the scenery changes but the people don't, and wherever I go he follows like a shadow, the perfect butler.
Once, a long time ago, he often promised me that he would be by my side until the end. Until the end. An end that will never come.
AN: Hi everyone. Hope you enjoyed this. I had a sudden urge to write this, so I did...
Sorry for the Ciel OOCness... but I think he's sort of allowed to be, I don't see how he cannot be affected by what happened to him and the weight of the years. This was actually rather bleak, wasn't it? Please review.