My first attempt in any kind of fanfic. But of course I couldn't help but write after reading the last chapter. Hope it's not completely horrible ^^; Reviews would be loved, good or bad. I just wanna see what you think C:
This is set just after Ciel had been taken away to his room after seeing Sebastian on the floor. I'm not sure yet if Ciel knows or not Sebastian isn't really dead. I don't even know, but Sebastian can't die, can he?
Substantiate
Drip drop. Drip drop. Why. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was all set up. It had to have been. But if it was. Why. Why isn't he waking up. Why are my orders being ignored. Why hadn't he informed me.
"Young master, we need to wash you up and get you c-changed out of those clothes"
The small stuttered remark didn't even make its way to the Earl's ears. There was nothing. Nothing that could penetrate through the stench of blood that covered his minute hands. That striking sapphire eye only stared glass-like at the Phantomhive crest ripped from that too-familiar black suit. Blood-stained and worn, the air of superiority that it was intended to give off no longer shone through. It was, like years ago. When suddenly, unsuspectingly, in one night, the queen's underdog, the Phantomhive household's era dimmed.
He wouldn't. He couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Too many things, too little things. His will. His will was not even fulfilled yet. His revenge. His satisfaction. His existence.
The tears still trickled down, biting her own lip to stay silent Meirin clasped her hands together, digging her nails into herself, as if the physical pain could numb everything else. She didn't know what to do. She herself couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, that the one who had found her. Sebastian, was dead. Murdered. Seeing Ciel in this state dug into her even more, she felt so useless, and she couldn't do anything about it.
"I- I'm sorry Young Master! I should have been there, I should have done something instead of just sleeping! I-"
"Leave…DID YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T NEED DISOBEDIENT SERVANTS! GO!"
With a last hiccup Meirin stood and ran out of the room, the forced down sobs coming back as soon as she was out the door. There was finally stillness. The heaves and sighs of grief seeped through every inch of the elaborate estate. Silence seemed to be filled with unavoidable sorrow. A shallow laugh escaped slowly from the young master of the mansion. Building steadily as the thoughts reached his head, an irritated, mad, and desperate to prove voice slipped through the pale lips.
"Did you think this would stop me? Was my soul not appealing enough?! Even if you are not with me! Even if I lost a game piece, I will keep on going. My existence will continue, and I will get what I want, I am Ciel Phantomhive…"
The words echoed on throughout the silence. Ciel Phantomhive, that's right. He was the queens underdog, the Earl of England, he will get his vengeance and prove his existence, as long as the King of the game has not died, the game will continue.
"Of course, My lord."