Just a little something a friend and I came up with. This will be a dark story so just a warning. Probably even an AU genderbend Ciel/Sesbastian fic besides the main plot points.

The Ties That Bind Us

By The Narnian Phantom Stallion

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The Undaunted One

Chapter 1

Ciel Phantomhive was not a girl to let anything grow beneath her feet. Whether it be the events of the day or a fiance who refused to leave her alone. Today was no exception as Elliot Midford, cousin and fiance came to call on Ciel. The man had an unhealthy obsession with the Countess.

Sighing with annoyance, Ciel stared into space, listening to Elliot prattle on about his day. A headache had formed behind her eyes to the point she found herself rubbing her temples, brow furrowing in discomfort.

Would this man ever be quiet?

Sebastian stood behind her, a tiny smile of personal enjoyment twitching across his pale face. It was no secret to Ciel that her butler found these interactions amusing. It annoyed the girl more that the demon butler wasn't helping her out. Granted, if she said the word, he'd help her in seconds.

Tap… Tap… Tap… Ciel's fingers hit the chair arm in an irritated thrum with Elliot none the wiser at how agitated his fiancee was becoming.

"… and then I thought Andrew was going to go right over his horse!" the belly rolling laugh that followed had Ciel cringing.

A snicker came from above her head.

"Se…bas..tian.." the name came from her lips in a long drawn out hiss that only the two of them could hear.

"Yes, My Lady?" the reply is right by her ear. If Ciel wasn't so used to being snuck up on she would have jumped right out of her skin. However, she was used to the butler's closeness and quiet steps. The sight of the two was most likely scandalous to whoever saw them. It was unseemly for a servant to be so forward to their Mistress but these two did not have your normal butler/mistress relationship.

"Please get him to leave."

"Your wish is my command," if the man had been any closer he would have brushed her ear. Ciel fought off an unwanted shiver, fixing a faux smile across her lips.

"It sounds as if you had a very eventful day."

"Oh yes, if it hadn't been for me Andrew would have landed right in the lake. The poor lad doesn't possess riding skills like mine or it wouldn't have happened."

"If only we all possessed your skill," Ciel's words dripped with sarcasm and with those words she stood up from her chair.

All at once, Elliot's face was too close, his hands reaching out to grab her in his usual touchy-feely way. Gasping, Ciel took a step back to dodge his advances. Her cousin loved to touch her more than was necessary. His hands made her dirty as if she needed a bath. Those emerald orbs always undressing her.

"If you like I could teach y-" he broke off as an arm came in between them. Blocking him from taking her in his arms. His green eyes followed the arm to the owner's face, eyes widening ever so slight.

Ciel found her back pressed close to Sebastian just as Elliot's fingers were just about to grasp her arms. The butler was over the situation being funny. "The young mistress bids you leave, sir." his tone was ever so quiet and calm. The kind of quiet that put fear in most people's hearts. Funny that Ciel found it soothing. Was it strange to feel so calm around the very person that planned to take her soul?

Unfortunately the pansy was not taking the hint and was looking put off. "Ciel," Elliot tutted, "Stand down your watch dog," his hand reached for her again but once more the Countess was out of his reach. Pulled even closer to the butler, and the man didn't know if he wanted to blush or growl in annoyance. Sebastian glared back at him, daring him to press further.

A chill went up Elliot's spine and he could have sworn the butler's eyes had just turned the color of blood if only for a second. This time, he took a step back, nearly upsetting the tea service. "W-we'll, I best be on my way, Ciel. I will call on you tomorrow," his eyes never left Sebastian's until he was out into the hallway. "I will let myself out."

"Good day, Elliot." Ciel offered him a lady-like smile.

Ellot's eyes narrowed as Sebastian released his hold on his mistress. Ciel Phantomhive was no lady. What woman allowed themselves to be held in the arms of a man that wasn't her intended, let alone a lowly servant. That girl belonged to him and had since she was born… didn't she know she was his? What the devil was she getting so cozy with another for?

And… that man… there was something strange about that pale as death butler. How could Ciel let him touch her like that?

Elliot jammed his hat on his head with a huff.

Red… those eyes were red. That color could mean only one thing.

An uncharacteristic grin flickered over Elliot Midford's usually pleasant face. That little girl would pay for snubbing his affections; allowing another everything she denied him—her fiance.

Elliot paused as he gathered the rest of his garments, hearing Ciel's voice carry down the hall.

"Sebastian, make arrangements to go the Funtom Warehouse at 2 o'clock tomorrow."

"Yes, My Lady."

The grin on Elliot's face only broadened. Yes, she will pay and so would that butler.

The little minx would never snub the likes of anyone again.