Dead Weight

A Kuroshitsuji fanfiction

By Celestialfae

Summary: Some "harmless teasing by Sebastian and fellow aristocrats about his weight prods Ciel to develop anorexia. He runs away soon after a series of malicious nightmares. Will our favorite dark butler find him before its too late?

Stage 1: Negative body image

The town of London in the year 1888 was a rather quaint exceptional city with your shops, bakeries, libraries, universities and mansions. Aside from that you had your typical towns people. They were separated by social class, wealth or lack of, and reputation. Two of these groups were the common folk and aristocrats. A commoner was only lucky if they ever got a chance to associate with aristocrats if you become nouveau riche which was less than twenty percent of the time or if the families were to marry one of their own off. To put it simply unless circumstances were in your favor, you were a nobody. One said aristocrat was none other than a 13-year old child who inherited his family's mansion and business at the ripe age of 12. Mysterious circumstances known by a select few had led him to owning up to said responsibility which had scarred him for life. The name of the earl in question was young Ciel Phantomhive, son of the recently deceased Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive. The boy was a fine young man with a head of midnight blue hair, equally blue eyes with an eye-patch covering one, and pale skin.

One clear morning day in the illustrious Phantomhive Mansion, the earl slowly woke up on his king sized bed. He was contemplating whether he should get up from bed or stay there with the excuse that he was sick. His musings were interrupted by the arrival of everyone's favorite demonic butler, Sebastian Michaelis (Everyone scream XD… okay now shut up!). The handsome butler has dark short slightly unkempt hair, a typical butlers outfit comprised with white gloves that he used to hide his contract seal with him (AN: you know what Im talking about.) "Bocchan, time to awaken" the butler answered suavely as he entered the room with a roll in cart carrying his usual cargo. Ciel rolled to his side and stretched lazily and watched Sebastian with a pensive yet cautious gaze. Sebastian came over to attend his butler duties as he was preparing to dress Ciel, his arms were stopped. The Earl had gripped his servants wrist as he got up. "Actually Sebastian, I will be doing that myself you go do your other duties, okay?" Ciel asked with a look that left no room for question but his face held a bit of something Sebastian ever rarely saw: a smile. Sebastian arched a perfectly contoured eyebrow. Ciel only smiled when he was up to something. "alright then, I will be off then. And with that Sebastian left the room. Ciel sighed and sat there on his bed for a while and stared at the cart that held his breakfast and clothes he would be dressing in. He lifted the tray and saw it contained his usual breakfast along with a cake specially prepared. He studied at his breakfast with disgust at seeing how "fattening" it was, how it was mocking him with the notion if he ate, he would become huge. So he took the tray and threw it out his window (AN: He opened the window before that happened so he wouldn't get crumbs or splatters in his bedroom). With that he just settled on getting dressed. He picked up his clothes and walked on over to the mirror. As he fumbled getting his pants on he noticed it was quite tight around the middle. Sucking in his "gut" he finally managed to get on the difficult piece of clothing. Then he slipped on the rest of his garments and got his shoes on. Looking in the mirror he scrutinized his appearance. If you looked at him you would see a young reasonable plump teenage boy but to Ciel he saw a chubby looking "thing" with buttons on the verge of popping out. It never quite occurred to him to obsess over appearances unless it was for social gatherings or the sometimes unexpected visits from his albeit annoying but kind relatives. But the events from yesterday shook him to the core. Hands shaking he put them to his face. His one uncovered eye shed a single tear. He had not wanted Sebastian to dress him this morning and see his "disgusting fat filled body". His pride was overcome by shame and embarrassment at his so-called realization: "Im Fat".

I have read a lot of fics where the character develops eating disorders because of negative comments by peers or innocent "teasing" by friends or family. Common truth that words do hurt, so watch out what you say. This is my first fanfiction. It will be angsty and sure enough there will be more to come.

Next chapter: This will be a flashback and the answer to what led Ciel to develop said problem.