My first fanfiction I decided to upload~ :'3 Rated M for later chapters. *Cough*Lemon*Cough* ;D Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, never have, never will.
"Young master, straighten your back. It looks highly slack for a person with your status." The Earl rolled his visible eye, pushing himself up in the saddle and correcting his posture as a result. It had to be the fiftieth time he'd repeated those actions that afternoon, always slipping down the leather beneath him due to his weak legs.
"Sebastian, please stop speaking. You're scaring the horse," Ciel slipped out icily, casting a royal blue glare towards his butler that stood central to the arena. Honestly, he had no clue why the demon had bothered accompanying him during his lesson, hadn't he better things to do with his time? A small bobbing head of golden blonde jumped up a ways distance behind him as Elizabeth climbed on the wooden fence, waving frantically at her fiancé who rode her black stallion quite gracefully. She smiled, keeping quiet as not to interrupt, swinging herself blithely on the wooden structure dividing her from her lover.
The young Phantomhive sighed, tugging on the reigns and consequently pulling the horse into a halt. "I've had enough. I'm growing weary of going in circles," he announced matter-of-factly, unclipping the security beneath his chin. Elizabeth beamed at this news, hopping down from the fence, running to wait for him at the gate to the outdoor arena. She watched as Sebastian strode forward, looking as placid as ever when he offered his hand to the Earl.
"You did well today, young master," the butler concluded, taking Ciel's helmet. A dark eye shot to the hand, nostrils flared in fear, a swerve of a sleek, mammal body alerting the trio. His hand had gotten too close. The stallion whinnied uncomfortably, dancing away from Sebastian, tossing its raven black mane as if warning him back. Ciel reached out a hand to the muscular neck, his fingertips barely coming within a breadth of the silky fur before he was jerked back.
A petite body lurched, tossed effortlessly over the stallion's back. A girl's terrified scream. A repellent crack. A secure pair of arms caging the limp body.
Everything was clad in black, decorated with crimson splatters.