I heard the song, and had to write this, enjoy!

Lion – Rebecca St. Louise

Kuroshitsuji – Toboso Yana

Lion-

The snow outside shown bright with the light of the silver goddess, forever incased in the veil of black that is the sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars that serve her alone. The moon is a prisoner, much like the boy who sleeps under her. She gazes lovingly into his window, for his butler has left the curtains open on this peaceful night in the dead of winter. The aftermath of a raging storm plagues this London. Washing it in glittering white, for the sun will not overpower it, and the moon grants it power, this swirling blanket to the earth.

A peaceful night, and though it is warm beneath the covers, the boy cannot sleep, for the thoughts that plague his mind ring clear in the perpetual silence. Not a soul moves in his night, not even his own as he gazes out the window to the beautiful moon, his soft pale skin alight in the silver glow. His thoughts are dancing frantically to a beat of ambiguity, unfaithfulness, and of exactly what day lies will become truth.

When lies become truth, did that mean he was living in a lie right now? Because when Sebastian leaves, then the lies will be the truth. Sebastian is still here, is what he believes to be the truth then a lie? Turning his head, he buries it deep in the softness of his pillows, hoping to smother these thoughts. They seem to only rise louder as the stillness becomes deafening, as his thoughts scream to him.

'Do not trust him, do not trust the one that is yours, not the one you love, never love, never trust.' He moans softly as overwhelming agony suddenly over takes his senses, the silence is too piercing. He sits up, desperately trying to escape the sound of nothing. Because this unprotected sound reveals everything, which is far too much to leave out in the open. He squeezes his marked eyes shut and lowers his head, bringing his head down into his knees. There he stays as he drowns; the moon is helpless to help her child, one born in shadows, just as she is. And like her, this child fears the light and what it brings to time, what it allows to be seen. This boy is strong, but he cannot take the weight of the world as so many wait for him to.

But, ere he may cry, his world must end, and lies must become truth. When that happens, he will be absolute, and he will be aloud to cry, finally aloud to weep, in knowing that he has given the one he loves what he most desires. The silence begins to drown him once more and he gasps softly, as the forbidden breaking begins to spread from his chest, fighting its way to his eyes, were it will spill out, in the form of his darkest desires. He must not let this happen; his love cannot know that he weeps.

The breaking is near, and it must not happen, anything to stop this, anything.

"Please" the broken boy whispers, his vision blurring. "Give me strength…Sebastian" he calls softly.

Something shatters then, not the boy's resolve, but the suffocating silence. A single sad note calls out in the silver darkness, reverberating though the boys head, and he looks up in mild shock. Another note follows suit, and soon a cascade of soft melody rains from the heavens. The shattering feeling leaves the boy, and he can hear a Lion growl in satisfaction. His cerulean and lilac eyes scan the darkness gently; expecting to see the Raven, but to his surprise was greeted with a lack of presents.

Silently, and with strenuous effort, the weary boy pulls himself out of bed, the white shirt that hangs limply off of his shoulders smells faintly of obscurity and roses, the sent of its original owner. His pale and thin legs glow in the light as his petite lithe hands softly grip the gold knob and turn, allowing him access to the hall outside. Following the almost silent music and the soft purr of the Lion he makes his way though the dark cage. As he passes though the large halls, the silver moon follows him, lighting his way, for he must not fall. The soft music and the claws that play it steadily grew louder as the boy neared the room he knew his Raven must be hiding in.

Delicately, not wanting to subdue the soft melody, he opened the door and stepped inside the room. It was alight in even more silver light; even the black piano seemed to glow. But none of the brightness in the world would ever compare to the Lion behind the piano, his claws softly working over the sallow and black labyrinth, creating the calming silence that had saved the boy. His dark mane shone lightly in the soft glow, his skin pale as the moon herself, and twice as beautiful.

The boy approached the Lion, knowing no danger to come from this creature, not now at least. The Lion continued in his soft song, as though the boy was not there, but a smile split his mouth as the boy sat on the bench with him, and softly leaned against him, watching his claws move and glide.

The blissful calm did not ease as the song ended and the beast turned to his prey. A playful smirk lighting his face as he softly caressed the features of his charge. The boy leaned into the alluring touch, in a complete state of faith. This beast was his, though he knew nothing about him.

Looking up into the smirk of the Lion the boy thought that mayhap this lethal creature was not as innocent as he seemed, no he knew this. But looking on, into the pools of smoldering crimson, he saw no, this Lion was an Angel. And that no shackles would tame this Angel, which he would break any cage and burn any world. He was not to be kept, but rather, that this boy himself, belonged to this Angel.

The smirk faltered slightly on the beautiful face as his master's facade seemed lost in contemplation. Taking both sides of his master's face, he forced the boy to look at him. The boy's heartrending eyes shocked him, compelling him to softly kiss the china forehead of his charge, then both cheeks and his nose. But there he stopped, not knowing if the night would keep their covert, should he choose to initiate one. But again the boy surprised him, and smiling softly the childish lips lifted to meet his own in a sweet and chaste kiss.

He smirked again, and kissed the Lamb back, seeking the innocents to splinter behind the pending lips. But the boy pulled away, and looked him strait in the eye.

"Tell me again" he said softly. The man smiled delicately then, a sight only his master saw and pulled the boy into his lap.

"I will not leave your side, I will follow you to the ends of hell and back, until the day lies become truth, I will not betray you." He whispered, and the boy turned to him in slight wonder at the added end.

"Sebastian…how can you say you will not betray me…" he asked, his voice putting up a shield. The Lion smiled gently.

"Because, it is a lie, that will become truth one day" The boy thought for a moment, then nodded, resting against the strong chest of his beast, guard completely down as he murmured three words.

"…Don't forget that" before drifting to sleep in the arms of his Angel. The Demon smirked at the naivety of the boy in his arms. An Angel indeed, one that gives a gift, and keeps its promise. The gift of death, and the promise of a Demon's heart. This is what the boy holds, who is the keeper of the untamable lion. The one who will never be caged, and who will one day keep this Lamb in a cage of its own, to be admired by only his eyes, so that none other in all of time will ever have him, not even the moon who loves him so. For this Lamb was to be the Lion's and the Lion's alone. For he is good, he will save him.