A.N: So, I wrote this, like, last year with a bunch of other retold fairy tales that had the Kuroshitsuji cast in them. I'll post 'em every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday until all of them are done. But be warned: they are really, really crappy.
Once, there was a prince. A handsome prince that had failed where most had hoped he would thrive. He was arrogant and cruel. Gave nothing to the people he ruled, but demanded everything of their's. His parents taught him not of compassion and love to his subjects, but of how they would worship him, give their life and limb to him.
Not one of them knew that Death would come for him before he was twenty one.
But Death was hungry.
And Death was clever.
So, not even when the price's parents had been dead and buried for a year, Death approached the prince, disguised as a crazed beggar man with silver hair. He came to the prince's door, asked for shelter, warmth, a bed for the night. But the prince turned him away. But the words left the prince's lips, Death laughed.
And removed the only life the prince knew.
Years passed, and knowledge of the prince faded. Gone, was the handsome price Sebastian, with raven locks and crimson eyes. Gone was his kingdom. But his three faithful servants remained. The did not care for the savage beast that he looked liked. They cared for the prince. Made sure no one happened upon the castle. Ensure the prince's safety.
But alas, one day, they failed.
For one day, a blue haired man came to the castle. The man did not pay any heed to the servant's warnings, and explored the castle, soon happening upon the rose garden. Thinking about his precious child, he picked the most beautiful rose he could. One of pure white, almost shimmering in the sunlight. Immediately, the beast that was now Sebastian fell upon the man. Yelled at him, raged at him. Demanded to know how he came to happen upon the castle. The man begged with Sebastian, told him of his son, whom he loved with all his heart. But Sebastian did not listen, and threw the man in the dungeon.
For a week, the man remained there, being fed only by good hearts of the servants. Then, one day, a young boy appeared at the castle, wishing to see Sebastian. The boy had fair skin, dark blue hair and eyes and called himself Ciel. Ciel offered a bargain to Sebastian - his father's life in exchange for his own. Vincent protested, said that he was old, that Ciel could still live his life, but Sebastian agreed. Vincent was released, and was forced to flee back to his village.
Months passed. At first, Sebastian and Ciel hated each other. But as the winter drew closer, so did their relationship. It was little things at first. Less hatred in the words directed to each other. More softness in their touches. Soon, it evolved to the point to where they slept in the same bed.
But Sebastian's fears grew. When winter ended, so would his life. But he kept it from Ciel, who also had worries growing. He was concerned about his father, about his mother. He hoped that they were faring well. So Sebastian, knowing that he would most likely never see his love again, let him leave. A month passed, and then two. Sebastian felt his body grow weaker, his mind more clouded. On some days, all that was on his mind was the thoughts of Ciel, until his twenty first birthday. He dragged himself to the garden, and sat under a old oak tree. He waited until sunset, when he knew that death would come.
As the sun began to set, he heard Ciel's voice over the hill. Then, Ciel's arms around his neck. Ciel's tear wetting the fur of his neck. He was begging him to to die.
"N-not you too," he said, "P-Please... I love you..."
At once, Sebastian could feel a heavy weight leave his body. Ciel gasped and Sebastian's fur receded, revealing the once handsome prince. Ciel stared, dumbstruck, but kissed Sebastian, just as the moon rose from behind the dark forest.