A/N: Ciel and Sebastian don't belong to me... they came from the mind of Yana Toboso. If they were mine, the plot would be VERY different xD and a lot more twisted...
An eerie note echoes throughout the chamber,
And echoes,
And echoes.
Thin alabaster white fingers skillfully push keys,
Manipulating the music waiting impatiently for release.
They continue,
Becoming a string of notes that turn deceptively sweet.
The capriccio decrescendos into quiet low sounds.
In a bed across the chamber,
By the window,
A little boy waits for something as he listens.
The player glances up at him and smirks knowingly.
The boy throws back an impatient glance.
The music becomes full of longing,
Brimming with notes of melancholy.
The blue-eyed, raven-haired boy closes his eyes, one of which is covered by an eye patch.
He sighs like an old man who is weary of the world,
Who has seen too much.
The notes that resound in the chamber become weary as well,
Carrying their grief throughout the otherwise silent night.
You would think that the player would be crying by now,
But when you look at the player's crimson eyes, they are dry-eyed.
As if the player knew all along that this would happen.
Only the dead look in those red eyes betrays the player's agony.
The boy's heart beats slower.
He smiles as if knowing that he will see the player again in Hell.
He takes his last breath.
His heart thuds once more,
And stops forever.
One last note of longing resounds,
And then all is silent.
Please R&R! If you do, you get a cookie! *waves imaginary cookie around*