c a r e l e s s

by insensitively

A Sebastian x Reader fanfic finds you, a young girl, the only reminder of the past of Ciel, having shared it with him yourself. Upon finding each other, you both realise your families were in contact before their untimely death. Will you find out what it was that tied you both together? And will you let go of your childish fear of demons to see Sebastian as he is?

1. Chapter 1

(A Sebastian Michaelis x Reader fanfic, more like OC)

Edit (5/8/15) - It came all in HTML formatting and nobody was able to read this, sorry! I hope it's visible now.

Chapter One - Old Memories

It was a dark, wintry night. The full moon shined on the streets, and you could almost imagine a wolf's cry as you hurry along the path. You shiver. It was definitely a bad night to go exploring at midnight. It wasn't your choice, really, to go out exploring on your own, defenceless, and only disguised in a dark purple cloak. But after a nightmare as terrible as the one you had had, the only thing that could calm you down enough to let you sleep again was a walk outside the mansion where you resided at the moment. Your childhood friend, Sasha, had invited you to live with her after you had turned up, clothes torn, vulnerable, a month after your actual home had been burnt to the ground, claiming the lives of every person of your family.

No one had survived it. Your little sister, your mother, your father nor any servant.

Fortunately, you had sneaked out the night of the fire, sulking about a matter that seemed so irrelevant now: a slice of cake which you had been denied to prevent any cavities. "No, no, (Y/N)," Your mother had told you, sternly. "You already ate a lot of sweets today, do you want to spoil your teeth?"

You had sulked, and sneaked out that night, with all the hopes of running away and making your parents realise they were wrong. But, instead, you had witnessed a great fire, and had gotten kidnapped.

Had it really been fortunate that you had survived?

Taken to a cage full of other children the same age as yours. Stabbed repeatedly, to shed blood for a demon-worshipping ceremony. Marked with a red-hot poker on your left collarbone, a mark which would never fade, a mark which had to be hidden well. But then something happened. A child in the other cage, a tiny boy just an year older than you, with navy blue hair and wide blue eyes had summoned an actual demon, or so she had seen.

Probably just the terror making you see things then, but since you had been on the table again, this time to be sacrificed, not just for shedding some blood, you had seen a black figure walk over to him, his tiny hands reaching for the figure. Maybe it had been your imagination, but had a pare of glowing reddish eyes made contact with you then? It attracted the attention of the other worshippers and they started to crowd around the boy.

You escaped the table, you had not been chained to it, yet, and ran to the exit, which had fortunately been left open. You ran out, but just as you did, you heard a yell, and in a few moments, a fire had engulfed the entire room. It was a big mansion, but the big doors were open, as well. You ran forward to them, just as the ceiling starting to catch fire, as well.

You managed to escape, with a single thought. 'How in the world had fire caught on so fast?'

You ran for a few miles without tiring. And, as your muscles started to ache, you glimpsed Sasha's mansion in front of you. You had pushed open the gates and collapsed in front of the guards.

Sasha informed you of a lot of things, the tragedy of your mansion, the month that had passed without any news of you. You refused to tell her anything, keeping the information to yourself, and managing to forget the boy with the navy blue hair and wide blue eyes.

But now, as you look at the midnight sky, so familiarly blue, thoughts which you had not remembered in a few years surface. Was it real, what you had seen?

You reach a huge gate, with a symbol a bit familiar to you. It wasn't chained. You pushed it open, absent-mindedly.

Unlike Sasha's big garden, this garden had such beautifully trimmed bushes, so soft and comfortable. Without realising it, you curl up and start to drift away. But, as you do, the symbol on the gate appears in your mind. And you remember it, the Phantomhive symbol. The family which managed Funtom, the toy company which Sasha so dearly loved, even though she was above 10, for crying out loud. But you're too far into sleep to care about the Phantomhives finding you tomorrow.