Hello world! So, I want to thank each and every last one of the many people who reviewed, and thanks for the many wonderful plot ideas. Anyways, here it is: The first chapter of my Kuroshitsuji story. I'm still stuck for ideas, I was kinda thinking someone could possess Sebastian to make him betray Ciel, but I could probably wrap that up in no time flat, and I don't want my story to be too short. I was also thinking it could just be a "Ciel getting used to life as a demon", but...I'm not sure. Plot ideas most definitely welcome! Oh, and I hvae already finished the second chapter, so I'll upload that right away, but I may be stuck until I find a way to continue and not make the story totally suck. Review to brighten my day!
The ride away from the Phantomhive estate was a silent one, the two passengers lost in their thoughts. For Sebastian, they were bitter, regretful thoughts hidden by a mask of impassiveness. Ciel Phantomhive's exquisite soul had been stolen from him not once, but twice. How ironic that the soul he had craved for so long was now right in front of him, yet forever out of his reach. Now, to be fair, it wasn't the boy's fault. Had all gone well, Ciel would have willingly given up his soul. In fact, if he thought about it, he didn't really want the boy dead. When he imagined ripping the boy apart, it was not really him Sebastian tore to shreds, but rather those who had brought about this despicable turn of events. Claude Faustus, the cunning demon who had stolen his Young Master from him right under his nose. Alois Trancy, whiny, annoying, sadistic brat who succumbed to those pathetic feelings of jealousy. But worst of all, the one who had orchestrated everything from behind the scenes, the she-devil whose very name sent shivers of bloodlust rippling throughout Sebastian's body: Hannah Annafellows. Oh, how he wished he had killed that demoness when he'd first seen her, torn her limb from limb and forced her to endure tenfold, no, a hundredfold, every second of agony she had caused his Young Master. For his Master was in agony.
No matter how hard he tried to conceal it, Sebastian could see the hurt written all over his Master's childlike face, and in his uncovered blue eye, too bright as he fought the tears which threatened to spill over. He despised the turn of events, that much was obvious. Of course, Sebastian knew that he himself was partly to blame for his Master's sullen complexion. After all, it was not every day that your butler attempts to kill you immediately after saving you. It really was not something one could apologize for and the continue on their merry way.
Well, Sebastian thought grimly, he had an eternity to gain his Young Master's forgiveness, and then regain his trust. He decided that a good place to start was to be supportive and sympathetic. His Young Master was a demon now, his body would be changing, and his emotions would be all over the map as his body tried to adjust to the changes, not to mention the hunger...as a young demon, Ciel would need somebody with him every step of the way. Sebastian hoped that somebody would be him.
Ciel Phantomhive stared out the carriage window, attempting to maintain his usual air of apathy, but his efforts were not a successful as Sebastian's. Every time he though he had his emotions under control, another wave of betrayal would threaten to eradicate his composure. Sebastian had tried to kill him. Of course, it was the most logical course of action, since it was much better to mourn a lost meal than to be forced to serve a lost meal for eternity, but...he'd thought that Sebastian had started to care for him as a person. To think of him as more than just another meal. Ciel fought to keep the tears locked inside. Evidently that hadn't been the case. Sebastian hated him. Hated that he'd been deprived of a meal, despised the thoughts of being stuck with him for all eternity. How could he stand to let his butler dress him in the morning, knowing full well that Sebastian wanted nothing more than to see his bloody, mangled corpse, broken and lifeless on the floor? Why did Sebastian hate him so much? Had he really been that selfish of a Master? Would spending eternity with him really be that bad? "I thought he cared for me..." Ciel thought as another wave of agony ripped through him. That thought echoed through his mind, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"I thought he cared...I thought he cared...I thought he cared..."
...No. He had to stop this. Had to stop thinking, right now, or the tears would spill over, and he would not be weak in front of Sebastian. Especially now that Sebastian despised him. He needed a distraction. Something, anything...
"Young Master?" Sebastian spoke, and Ciel glanced over at him, grateful for a way to get his mind away from those depressing thoughts.
"What?" Ciel asked, relieved that his tone did not betray his inner turmoil.
"You have had quite a tiring few days, you should get some rest before we reach our destination". Ciel narrowed his eyes. Sebastian wanted him dead, and yet he expected the boy to be able to sleep? Just then, Ciel noticed that he was, in fact, extremely weary. Besides, Sebastian couldn't harm him without breaching the contract. There was nothing he could do.
"Fine". Ciel turned his head back to the window. His eyes were already beginning to close, and though he tried to remain awake to ensure that he was indeed safe, he was asleep within minutes.
So? What did you think? I will do my very best to get some yaoi in later chapters, wherever I decide to go with this story, but for now there will just be fluff, and humor. My first yaoi...so nervous, I've never...written that kind of...stuff before. I'll try to make it good! And I'll be sure to warn in the chapter so that those who don't like that can just skip and continue on reading after. I don't want to lose any reviews because of a little yaoi. :( Reviews are nice :)