Hi all! Well, I wrote this because I think there needs to be more fanfics with Drocell. Sorry if Drocell or Ciel gets too out of character, I need to work on that...Thank you DiorCrystal for taking the time to beta this for me! And thank you RinRinDaishi of Deviant art for giving me the inspiration to write this. Love you guys to death~

Lastly, I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji or any of their characters! Enjoy~!


It was a quiet day in the city of London, as Drocell Cainz worked quietly in his doll shop – dressing up the newly made doll with utmost care. She was a beautiful doll – her face beautifully made of porcelain, her features painted on with precision and finesse. He watched with indifference as the day went on, as little girls and their parents walked by the shop to look at the dolls he had on display. None of them were interesting enough for him to take note of. Though, of course, the many beautiful life-size dolls on display in his shop was all that was left of the selected few that he had decided their beauty must be preserved from time. As he worked on the porcelain doll on his wooden working table inside the shop, he allowed himself a small smile while he silently mocked their narrow-mindedness.

He let out a quiet laugh as he recalled his latest victim: A fair-skinned young lady with shining brown eyes and soft brown hair. Her face was framed by a lacy bonnet as she walked hastily along the street. He noted with disgust as he recalled this young lady pressing her face against the shop's glass window, peering inside at the marvelous dolls on display. As her face left the window, a trace of her heavily caked make-up remained on the window. How distasteful. To his dismay, the same lady walked into the store and looked around.

"Good evening, Miss," he greeted her mechanically with a slight bow. As he quickly glanced at her attire, he immediately noted that she was of nobility in status. A woman of nobility, yet she paints herself like a common prostitute…

"I was hoping you would have a doll I can purchase for my fiancée's niece. She absolutely adores dolls… but she has so many…"

He listened to her story silently without interest.

"I am hoping you will be able to make a special doll for her."

"I understand…" Drocell said slowly as he walked towards her. He smiled down at her, his smile a twisted grin, which she must have taken to be charming as her face turned a faint shade of pink. "A special doll that is one of a kind…"

"Yes."

"Then may I have permission to make a doll of you?"

"… M-me?" she asked timidly.

He nodded and offered her his hand, like he did with his previous victims. "I shall make you a beautiful doll… unlike any other. Please allow me to lead you to my work room…"

As the lady's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, she accepted his hand and allowed him to lead her into the dimly lit hallway and into his work room.

He placed the unfinished porcelain doll carefully back down on his work table, walked down the all-too-familiar hallway and opened a wooden door at the end of the hall. Very little light poured in from the small crack of a window in the room. But that was all he needed to see: whatever that was left of the young lady was lying on the table – her eyes were glossed over and glistening like glass, and her now porcelain skin reflected the light off her face. He had a fair amount of amusement making that lady into a doll. She was gullible – even more so than the average person. She had immediately dozed off after he told her to wait in the room; did not flinch in the slightest as he drained her of her blood and watched as her life slowly ebbed away.

"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady," Drocell sang softly, waving his arms as if conducting. The doll on the table sat up and stood on the ground, stiff and lifeless. "Take the key and lock her up, lock her up, lock her up. Take the key and lock her up. My Fair Lady," he continued and watched as the doll moved mechanically to join the other dolls he had created the same way in the room.

And that was the end of that.

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Ciel Phantomhive stormed down the streets of London in a fit. That idiot demon! It was so predictable that Sebastian would be distracted by the mere sight of a small kitten in the middle of the street. It wasn't the first time that his butler had been distracted by them but in front of Scotland Yard, in the midst of investigating the disappearances of several girls in London under the name of the Queen? No. That was the last straw.

He had slapped him, hard, in public for his lack of discipline and even that was not enough for that damn cat-loving butler of his to snap out of his stupor. He gritted his teeth in frustration as his legs carried him around town – not having the slightest idea as to where he was. He turned around in a circle, completely lost. Earl Ciel Phantomhive was completely, and hopelessly lost. Of course, he could summon Sebastian to retrieve him immediately, but that would defeat the purpose of storming away from him. He wanted to get away from that idiot. Ciel gritted his teeth, his pride forbade him from calling him – if Sebastian would like to apologize for his intolerable public behavior; Sebastian will search him out.

"Momma, Momma! Look at the pretty dolls on display!"

Ciel turned towards the direction of the noise that snapped him back to reality – a little girl and her mother were looking at the dolls on display at a peculiar doll shop at the end of the street. Ciel suddenly remembered that Elizabeth's birthday was fast approaching and he had yet to think about what to give her for her birthday. His feet took him to the door of the store and he peered inside.

Inside the shop sat a person with orange hair and violet eyes, his attention focused on the unfinished doll in his hands as he picked up one tool after another to make its features.

Without thinking, Ciel pushed the door open and walked inside. A small bell tinkled, alerting the shop owner to his presence.

Drocell's eyes shifted their attention to the door where Ciel stood and he got up and bowed in greeting.

"Welcome to my doll shop," Drocell greeted. "My name is Drocell. How may I be of assistance?"

Ciel ignored the orange-haired man as he looked around the shop, studying the dolls. "Do you make dolls?"

"Of course," Drocell replied with a slight nod. "That is my trade after all."

"Then make a one-of-a-kind doll for me," Ciel demanded in an authoritative tone.

"I apologize, but the shop will be closed soon… perhaps another day," Drocell replied. He continued to gaze at Ciel. Such a beautiful boy… he shall make a beautiful doll… a one-of-a-kind doll indeed.

Ciel stood there, stubborn, and looked at him, a frown evident on his face.

Drocell allowed himself a small smile. "That is… unless you are willing to come inside to my workshop."

The overall atmosphere of the dimly-lit shop and Drocell's piercing violet eyes sent chills down Ciel's spine. There is definitely something odd about him, Ciel concluded, but he clenched his fists and narrowed his uncovered eye. He could always summon Sebastian to rescue him if necessary. No, Ciel shook the idea out of his head; he wanted nothing to do with him right now. And perhaps, with the recent disappearances in the London area, he could question this doll-maker if he had witnessed anything. He nodded and followed Drocell as he led him through a wooden door in the back of the store.

The hallway was pitch black, the only light emitting from the single candle Drocell held as he led the way. He led the blue-haired earl down the hall; he had the ghost of a smile on his lips. He opened the door to his workroom and lit the oil lamp, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. Drocell silently motioned for Ciel to sit down while walking stiffly to the drawer where he kept his tools.

Ciel squirmed in his seat, feeling restless. "How long will this take?"

"What kind of doll are you requesting?" Drocell walked towards him and asked.

Ciel only shrugged and looked away. "Something special…"

"Your answer… I reason, the doll must be for someone very special to you…"

"Y-yes."

"Then perhaps you yourself will be a suitable doll."

"W-what?"

Drocell only smiled as he kneeled on one knee and looked at Ciel at eye level. "I shall make you a beautiful doll; one like no other. That will be a sufficient gift, I reason – a gift far more superior than an ordinary doll sitting on the shelves of my shop."

Ciel looked into his piercing violet eyes and suddenly began to feel drowsy. As his head nodded away and he struggled to stay awake, the last sensation he felt was the feeling of being carried and placed on a hard wooden surface before falling into unconsciousness.

Drocell took his tools to where Ciel laid, unconscious, and traced a gloved finger down his face. Everything about this boy was beautiful. But he does not smile… why? Drocell noted with slight confusion. He removed his gloves and removed Ciel's dark blue jacket before grabbing the scalpel to make an incision into his neck to drain his blood.

Ciel's eyes snapped open as he felt the cold metal cut through his neck, only to be greeted by those piercing violet eyes.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go this instant!" Ciel demanded, fear evident in his voice, his body too weak to move.

"I will make you a beautiful doll ," Drocell replied. "But..." His hand pointed at Ciel's eye patch. "You have been damaged."

Ciel slapped his hand away from him angrily. "So itwas you! You were the cause of the disappearances!" He struggled to sit up and climb down the table and escape.

Drocell merely sighed and waved his hand in the air. Puppet strings from every direction flew to grab a hold of Ciel, restricting his movements.

"What the hell? LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!" Ciel struggled with the remaining energy he had, but to no avail. He froze with fear as Drocell walked towards him with a scalpel in his hand.

"You are a difficult boy… you can try to escape. But you will not succeed. Too much movement will only hinder my work and irritate me."

Ciel glared at him with bitter hatred as Drocell slowly removed his eye patch.

"Oh my… mismatched eyes... that is not beautiful. But that can be fixed." The orange-haired doll maker walked to a small drawer and took out a dark-blue glass eye before returning. "I believe this will match perfectly." He set the glass eye aside.

Ciel closed his eyes, afraid to see what will happen next but was overpowered as his contract eye was forcibly pried open.

"SEBA–" Ciel was cut off as he was gagged with a piece of cloth.

"Do not yell. It becomes quite bothersome. The more you struggle, the more unnecessary pain you will have to endure."

Ciel struggled weakly as the puppet strings worked to immobilize him and all he could do was watch in horror as Drocell brought the scalpel down to his contract eye.

Drocell worked skillfully to remove the contract eye from his soon-to-be new doll, bearing no mind to Ciel's muffled screams. Within minutes, Ciel's contract eye was on the table – severed from the rest of his body as it stared back at its former owner. Tears mixed with blood while Ciel, gagged, trembled out of terror and pain with the realization that the contract was now no longer intact. He was truly alone now… no one was able to save him.

Suddenly, a wave of numbness spread throughout his body. I… I'm really going to die…? But Ciel was more awake than ever… his remaining eye darted around the room as tears streamed down his face. There's no more point in holding my emotions back… I'm going to die… Pictures flashed before his eyes; of his childhood. Lizzie… I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry…

He felt a gentle touch on his face, snapping him back to the hellish reality he was forced to be in. "Tears do not suit you, my beautiful doll. You should smile."

"I-I… I don't want to be… a doll…" Ciel whispered in the midst of his tears. He began to feel very sleepy.

"Shh…" The doll-maker whispered, almost endearing, as he stroked his hair, "You will grow to enjoy it. Perhaps you will even find the happiness you have lost in this life…" He fitted the glass eye into the empty eye socket.

"Happiness…" Ciel whispered the word, not having the energy to speak anymore as the numbness continued to spread throughout his body. How foolish…

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The next time Ciel came to, he found himself in a sitting position as the doll-maker seemed to be cleaning his face with a piece of cloth.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely audible. The pain in his eye was gone as he realized that he was able to see with both eyes again.

"Your beautiful porcelain skin must be polished. You will be beautiful; the most beautiful doll in the world…" was his reply as he grabbed a pair of scissors and began trimming Ciel's hair.

Ciel did not have the heart to move about as he sat with his head looking at the ground. He wanted to scream; he wanted to cry and he desperately wanted to escape. But how?

"You are thinking of escape… I can conclude that from your silence… am I correct?" Drocell spoke as if he had read Ciel's mind. Ciel remained silent.

Drocell combed through Ciel's hair with a dolls' comb before walking back slightly to admire his work. "Your clothes… they must be at least equally beautiful." With that said, the orange-haired doll-maker smiled at him before walking briskly towards a large closet. As Drocell rummaged through the closet for something much more appropriate for Ciel, Ciel was determined to escape while his captor was distracted. Ciel attempted to stand, and was shocked to find his body unresponsive. Damn it!

He sat there helplessly as Drocell returned with a dark blue outfit with ruffles and lace and intricate patterns. Something Lizzy would often bring him as gifts.

Ciel could only sit on the chair, limp, and look on as Drocell began to change his clothes.

"Why are you… doing this?" Ciel found himself, once more, choking back tears.

"Because dark blue is a beautiful colour that brings out your beautiful eyes," Drocell replied as he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears that were escaping from Ciel's eyes. "And tears do not suit you, my beautiful doll."

Ciel remembered the latest conversation he had with Lizzie...

"Ciel…!" The sound of her calling his name made him flinch. "Ah... you're wearing those plain clothes again! Why won't you wear any of the cute things I buy for you, Ciel?"

"Um… because they got dirty…" Such a lame excuse, but Ciel hoped that it would be sufficient to push aside this pointless matter.

"Oh…" Lizzy's sad eyes suddenly brightened up as she, to his dismay, held up another bag and pushed it into his arms. "I'm glad you said so, Ciel! I just bought you the cutest outfit today! It's dark blue so it matches your eyes and it's super cute!"

Ciel focused his blue eyes at the orange-haired doll-maker as he skillfully undressed him and changed his clothes. Ciel tried to hold back the tears building up inside him. Lizzie… Sebastian… anyone…! Find me… SAVE ME! ANYONE! he screamed on the inside. He felt himself being pulled in to a standing position and his eyes focused back onto his hell-bent reality.

"W-what are you doing?" Ciel tried to struggle free.

"You are a beautiful doll with a lovely face and beautiful clothes," Drocell began to explain. "But a beautiful doll must move beautifully as well."

Before Ciel could fully register what was happening, he felt the strings gently guide him from one graceful movement to another.

"Smile, my beautiful doll – you have a sad expression, it does not suit you well."

Ciel struggled against the pulls of the puppet strings and his heart leaped as he heard small snapping sounds as some of the strings controlling his legs snapped. Ciel stood there, wobbling as he tried to walk on his own. It is not as difficult as I thought… Ciel wobbled around in unsteady steps before feeling something pop and the feeling of something grinding together in his legs when he tried to move again – this time with much more difficulty.

Drocell looked on silently in amusement until the near-inaudible sound of the joints popping made him walk near his brand new doll. He guided Ciel back to the wooden chair and immediately went to work to mend his fractured leg joint.

"You were not careful," Drocell bluntly stated as he worked with speed and skill.

"It… was… fun…" Ciel replied hesitantly but honestly.

"Be more careful." When he finished fixing Ciel's leg, Drocell gently pulled Ciel into a standing position. "Try again if you wish. I believe I have fixed the problem so movement will be easier and smoother."

Ciel gave a small nod and began slowly walking around the room – trying to be as careful as he could. This isn't so bad… Ciel walked a bit more casually with no problems. Pretty soon, he was running around the doll shop and dancing around, laughing and smiling. I have almost forgotten what this feels like!

"I did not realize you can be so energetic," Drocell said, leaning against the wall as he watched – the slightest ghost of a smile graced his lips.

Ciel took Drocell's hands, to the doll-maker's surprise. "This is fun! You should try it too!" Ciel led the both of them in a playful little dance, laughing to his heart's content.

They danced and played until the sun began to peak out from the horizon and began to fill the shop with its bright light. Their fun had to end as Drocell reopened his shop for the day.

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Ciel casually sat on Drocell's work table and watched as Drocell greeted the customers that walked into his shop in his normal routine, his legs swinging about playfully. Ciel absentmindedly hummed to himself, unaware of the approach of a little girl as she pulled at the sleeve of his clothes.

"Ah! Sorry!" The little girl quickly let go of his sleeve and covered her face and looked at him between the cracks of her fingers.

"Hm? Oh…" Ciel gave a small smile. "It is fine. Don't worry"

"I-it was just that you were so pretty… I thought you were another one of his pretty dolls…"

"I-is that so?" He let out a nervous chuckle. "I-I'm just a… friend of his…" He attempted a smile.

Their conversation was cut short when Drocell handed the little girl her brand new doll and the little girl ran out of the shop with her parents.

Once the two of them were once again alone in the doll shop, Ciel swung his legs back and forth playfully. "It's odd… but… it feels nice letting go of everything… I feel like a completely different person…" A faint smile made its way to Ciel's lips.

"The weight of your past life will never touch you again, my beautiful doll," Drocell replied while stroking his porcelain cheek gently.

Ciel instinctively leaned into his touch, looked out the window of the shop and let out a startled cry when he saw a few all-too-familiar faces. Drocell gave a questioning look at Ciel but Ciel continued to stare through the window, dumbfounded.

"What is it…?" His violet eyes looked towards the window, wondering what was wrong.

"E-Elizabeth…! How did she find me… here…" Ciel mumbled, eyes wide with panic and surprise. "A-and Scotland Yard too… How is this possible?"

But before Ciel could tell Drocell not to open the door, Elizabeth Middleford along with members of the Scotland Yard had already entered the shop.

No… I… don't want to go back…! Ciel prayed Elizabeth that could not hear his heart pounding against his chest and that she would not recognize him. To his dismay, she walked towards him with her all-too-familiar enthusiasm.

"Aw! You look so cute!" Elizabeth ran towards him and stopped to take a long look. "It's so strange. You look so much like Ciel!" She took out a picture of him and compared it side by side.

"I-is that s-so?" Ciel attempted to crack a smile. He instinctively backed away when Elizabeth leaned closer to look at his eyes.

"Hm?" She reexamined the photo. "But Ciel has an injured eye…" She let out a big sigh and walked out of the shop, followed by Scotland Yard. "Besides, Ciel would never even consider coming to a store like this…" She turned around and looked at him one last time before continuing on her way.

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Ciel continued to watch as Elizabeth and the Scotland Yard left until they turned a corner and disappeared. He wanted to cry, scream, laugh – the odd mixture of emotions inside him was too much as he suddenly burst into sobs. He sat on the wooden table and curled up in a ball as he sobbed away, not noticing the violet eyes looking at him.

"You do not seem happy…" Drocell walked towards him and gently wiped his tears away with a white handkerchief. "Perhaps I was wrong…"

"You were… wrong about what?" Ciel asked in between his hiccups as he looked at the doll-maker with teary blue eyes.

"I had reasoned that if you were unhappy with your human life, you might find happiness in another life."

"What do you mean by that…?" Ciel asked hesitantly, looking at Drocell expectantly for answers.

After a few minutes of silence, the doll-maker carried him off the wooden table, set him on the floor, closed the shop, and motioned for Ciel to follow him into the dimly lit hallway behind the shop. The eerie silence between them made Ciel shiver, the only light being from the flame of the candle that Drocell held in his hand.

"Come this way, my beautiful doll." Drocell motioned for him to follow him inside. He closed the door once Ciel walked inside.

The room was very dimly lit. Ciel could barely make out the dark shadows of what appeared to be a room filled with life-size dolls. He didn't notice Drocell walking away to light the candles around the room.

Ciel let out a startled cry as the room lit up. The room was filled with life-size dolls of different physical features – nothing about any single one of them was identical in anyway. He blinked a few times – swearing one of the dolls smiled at him. In the center of the room was another small wooden table where numerous photographs were scattered about its surface. Ciel cautiously walked to where the photos were, unable to shake off the feeling that hundreds of eyes were looking at him and watching his every move. He gingerly picked up one of the photos on the table, suddenly recalling why and how he ended up at the doll shop in the first place. It was the picture of a girl that disappeared weeks ago.

"You're not going to send me back home… are you?" A timid voice of a little girl asked as he picked up the picture. Ciel let out yet another startled cry and whirled around to see a girl that resembled the picture staring back at him. "I… don't want to go back. I'm happy here… Don't send me back!" She desperately clung to him as she cried and begged while the other dolls in the room seemed to come to life and walked towards the hysterical girl, trying to calm her down.

As the light reflected off the walking dolls' faces, Ciel picked up one photograph after another – able to find a match with the group of dolls gathering around the crying doll. "You… none of you were… kidnapped…?"

The crying little girl looked at him and shook her head as she hiccupped.

"Then… why are you all hiding in this dark room?" Ciel stared at them, still in shock.

"If we leave, we will surely be recognized by people that know us," one of them replied.

"And if one of us is seen, the rest of us will be discovered," another continued. "And we don't want to go back."

"But he turned you into dolls…!"

"It's because we don't want to grow up," they answered in unison. "He asked us if we want to go back to being human, but we don't want to! We like it here."

What? "Y-you mean… I can actually go back to being human?" He turned to find the doll-maker standing behind him.

He nodded before replying, "Yes. If that is what will make you happy."

"How would you know whether I was unhappy or not?" Ciel asked him, unsure of what to make of his current situation.

Drocell lowered himself with a bow to look at Ciel at eye-level. "There are things that the eyes cannot hide. Your eyes told me much more than your lips did. But if you wish, I will restore you to a human, if that will make you happy."

Ciel stood there, pondering. Did he really want to leave? Sebastian was long gone since the contract was broken. But the matter with Scotland Yard, and his estate, Elizabeth, and everyone he ever knew… would he really give all that up for a chance at finding what might be happiness and hope to live the childhood that was stolen from him?

Humans… we truly are selfish creatures…

Ciel walked slowly and unsurely towards the doll-maker and wrapped his arms around him as he looked up into his violet eyes. "I want to stay here. I want to know what happiness is."

"Then from this moment forth, Earl Ciel Phantomhive is no more…" Drocell returned the hug as he smiled down at his beautiful new doll.

"Yeah…"

Drocell, smiling, picked him up, kissed his porcelain cheek and carried him out of that room – closing it behind them as they exited. Ciel held onto him like a child, sighing contently as he closed his eyes. The heavy weight of the burden he had carried as a human was almost instantaneously gone.

But had Ciel kept his eyes open and looked inside that dark room as Drocell closed it behind them, he would have seen the countless puppet strings throughout the room – each controlling the single movement of a different doll. He would have also seen the sonograph that made the dolls seem as if they were talking.

Humans… Drocell thought as he carried the sleeping doll in his arms, they are so easy to manipulate.


Okay. On a note here, I can continue this as a chaptered fanfic or stop here and make it a one-shot. Please tell me what you think after reading it whether I should continue this fic or not. I love to hear back from my readers! Until next time! ~LifelessRomance