JUDAS
A Kuroshitsuji fan fiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns the characters and yes, if you can guess, the title belongs to Lady Gaga. -smiles- Honestly, the more I listened to the song, the more I kept thinking of a Sebastian and Ciel scenario in my mind. And it's a GOOD one. Like... DIRTY GOOD. This story is going to be set, however, in a AU, but don't worry. Everyone will be character for the most part. Just listen to the song a couple of times and tell me then that THIS SONG does NOT go together with these two. -grins-
Review nicely and happy reading!
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He could easily remember the man's eyes.
It was a shade of chardonnay, so deep and dark that they seemed endless. A shade of claret. Scarlet velvet that was soaked in water. Red dye that was left out too long in the sun.
It wasn't so often that a pair like that crossed his way, especially at his father's office. Ciel Phantomhive was son to Vincent, widely-known toy maker that started his company from the ground up and in nearly five years, was marketing globally. His wife, Rachel, was a fashion designer and dressing even the most fashionable celebrities, but always had time to make sure her son and husband looked terrific. Ciel was whisked away to the finest schools since he was five years old. Now, at their home in New York, he was at an elite private school where he knew every subject by heart. At the age of twelve going on thirteen, the boy was gifted in a sense for things bookish and money smarts. He was so easily bored with the teaching methods that he often snuck to his father's office at the Funtom Toy building that did office works and productions. He was fascinated with the process of creating things, blueprints, planning, money, stocks, and organizing sales and special products for the masses.
Of course, he was always counted at "present" in classes. All the teachers knew that something was special about Ciel, but could never quite place it...
the students, on the other hand, despised him greatly.
And always had a chance of saying something about his eye patch.
But it was different that day when one classmate, a Alois Trancy, pushed it too far by snatching it off during P.E. and taunting him, throwing the thing into a tree. Ciel's patience had snapped and within a split second, he had the blonde-haired boy underneath him, crying for "Uncle!" while the slate-haired boy punched him in the stomach several times before taken away by the teacher.
Ciel made sure that he was out of the school before the headmaster could get a hold of him.
But that particular day, sulking away in the vast, grand office, Vincent was scolding at his son, who lazily looked away, pouting. That is, until the door opened.
Ciel blinked, staring at the tall man that silently walked in, his arms loaded with files and papers. He must have been at least 6'2, the boy mused to himself while studying him as best as he could from his angle in the chair. Leaning over the arm some, Ciel noticed how the man's black hair fell over the sides messily, but it worked for him. A hair cut could hurt, but the long bangs that parted to show his handsome face did justice. Ciel swallowed some, shaking his head and returning to his previous stance of folded arms over his chest and a scowl on his face.
'Stupid adults and their work... how dare Father get on to me when that brat Trancy made me look like a fool!,' he mentally ranted in his thoughts, frowning deeper. He made sure that his right eye was covered by the long length of his bangs.
"Oh my. It seems the young one is look furious at something," exclaimed a soft, deep voice that exploded in Ciel's ears like fireworks.
"Probably at me. Bullying at school again," Vincent sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.
The man looked somewhat sympathetic-
but 'almost'.
Ciel noticed the way the man looked at him briefly with a hint of sarcasm written on his long face. He sat up straighter and narrowed his eye at him. "How dare you address me in such a manner! Should you be doing something else?," the boy snapped irritatingly. Vincent blinked at his son's tone. "Ciel! That is NOT how we raised you! I apologize, Mr. Michaelis for his outburst. He's rather... short, these days," the man said, standing up to throw a look at Ciel and bowing his head at the tall, dark man.
"Oh, no worries, sir. Most children his age are considered to be rather brash and obnoxious. I'm sure I was the same way," he smiled prettily. Vincent laughed and exchanged a friendly hand shake, talking more of files being moved to certain offices and appointments setting up for the remainder of the week.
'Of course... that has to be one of his assistants. But he was so catty that it needed to be mentioned!,' Ciel snarled inwardly, gritting his teeth.
He always felt shoved off to the side from his father, no matter what.
The two men parted and as the man known as "Mr. Michealis" walked by, that's when Ciel stared up at the face.
And saw the eyes.
It seemed all the air escaped from his lungs and the room got considerably hotter. A pair of sensual lips smiled lightly as those wine-colored eyes scrutinized him, surrounded by inky, long lashes. Ciel felt his back press further into his upholstered chair and he gripped the arms, trying to remember how to breathe. The man turned and walked out in a blur of black, closing the door behind him gently.
'Who... who was that?'
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Rachel sighed and brushed back her child's hair, kissing his right eye lid. "My darling, I am sorry for Alois's manners. I spoke with his guardian and he assured me that he will no longer be a bother to you. He's being moved to another class level in the building," the blonde assured him, smiling some. Ciel nodded and leaned into his mother's caress, thankful for her soft hands and calming manner. No matter how busy she seemed, there was always time for him. He opened his eyes, revealing one the color of burning sapphires and one the shade of cold gray-violet amethyst.
"I don't understand why having two different eye colors startles children anyway," he huffed, playing with the long strand of pearls Rachel wore around her neck. "They aren't used to something that is different. But to me, you are still the same and always will be. You were born that way. Perhaps God intended you to have two beautiful colored eyes so everyone else would be jealous one day," she laughed lightly, kissing his forehead. Ciel smiled a little and turned over on his back, looking at the ceiling.
"Do I have to go to bed early?"
"If you want to go to your doctor's appointment early and get it over with yes."
"Uuuuggghhhh..."
"We'll stop at the bakery afterwards."
"... deal."
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The boy was no stranger to odd looks thrown his way. Nor the way people stared at him for being such a quiet, proper young man. Dressed in a blue jacket, black pants and a smart gray tie, the boy and his mother walked out of the hospital hand in hand. His eye patch was back on for the visit. Rachel's long blonde locks floated gently behind her, trailing the end of her pink camisole skirt. Ciel knew his mother was beautiful, but sometimes, she didn't even know it. She claimed her wild sister, Ann, was the scarlet rose of the family and she lived up to her name. A designer herself, Angelina Dalles or wittingly portrayed as Madame Red, created clothes for the runways of Milan to Paris, from New York to Hong Kong. As a namesake, she did dress in all red while her piercing green eyes toyed with mens souls and left them heartbroken at the end of the night.
Rachel was talking about Ann while the duo approached the bakery when Ciel stopped suddenly, looking across the busy street, gasping inwardly.
There, dressed in a black turtleneck, slacks, boots, and a charming leather jacket, was the man from yesterday.
He appeared to be reading a newspaper with a Starbucks cup in his hand (Starbucks FTW!), eyes scanning over a column intensely. Ciel felt his mother squeeze his hand. "Ciel, sweetie, you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost!," she exclaimed, bending down to studying her son.
As if he heard that, the man in black looked up slowly, meeting the intense stare of the young Phantomhive. Ciel felt his heart pound so heavily and then his stomach turned, seeing the man smile so slowly and sensually at him. Blushing some, the boy bit the inside of his mouth as Mr. Michaelis bowed some and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.
"Ciel? Are you okay?"
"... I'm... fine."
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'In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance.'
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All night long, the boy looked online for the man who worked for his father. All he could come up with was a one Sebastian Michealis, age 27, occupation personal assistant to Mr. Phantomhive, and lived near the down-town area in a up and coming apartment complex. Ciel wrote down the information (for what purpose, he was uncertain) and crawled into bed, happy for once that it was Saturday. Perhaps he would take a walk to see exactly where the man stayed and hoped that it was the same dark man that haunted his thoughts. He frowned, pushing back his bangs and exhaled noisily.
"Why does he irritate me so?," he wondered out loud. Silence replied back and bitter, the child tucked the covers over him and tried to sleep without think of what Sebastian's lips would feel like.
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The following day was cold, but pretty as the boy walked by himself in Sebastian's neighborhood. He wore a brilliant blue pea coat with large, black buttons, a pair of black jeans wit Converses and a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes from the sun. He looked around, trying to find the address to the apartment. He passed a sidewalk that was blooming with winter roses and a walkway to a old, Brownstone apartment building. Impressed, Ciel walked up the way, noticing the sign was the same that Sebastian was listed under in his personal files.
'Noah's Ark' was indeed nice and kept-up with. Ciel walked in, smelling something along the lines of sweet, Oolong tea, curry spices, and something oriental. Silently like a cat, he went to the elevator and pressed the "up" button, feeling giddy.
'I wonder if this is what a detective feels like!'
Suppressing smile, the boy pressed level number 6 and waited until his ride was over. Once the doors opened, the smell of roses hit him once more. Ciel followed the scent, the paper of Sebastian's housing written down in childish scrawling. He counted silently to himself until he came across the door he was looking for.
'666? You... you got to be kidding me,' he thought to himself, silently crossing himself though he barely believed in God. But he wasn't taking chances today.
He knew that the man was at work today. Looking around, Ciel made sure no one was around. He dug into the messenger bag he carried and pulled out a small clutch, opening it to reveal a pick-locking kit. He knelt, digging around the cogs and schematics to knock back the lock. He smiled to himself and opened the door. He slid in and blinked at the sight that he saw.
The entire space was spotless and VERY much so up to date with the latest in technology and interior designing. "So, Sebastian likes to have a nice place... hm," Ciel spoke to himself. He started forward, his head turning this way and that to drink in all the finery the man had in his apartment. A large, flat screen hovered on a near-by wall, a long couch and two love seats surrounding it in a creamy leather. The floors were wooden with tasteful shag rugs in the color of black. The walls were a gray-silver color that did well with the appliances in the kitchen of black, silver, and marble. Ciel was quite impressed by the man's tastes. Making his way down the hallway, he saw a door opened slightly. He sneaked over, peering into the room and then blushed, ducking his head.
Apparently... Sebastian decided to take a day off.
Ciel wanted to smack himself- 'What a total IDIOT you are!'- and turned away, trying to compose himself. He had to get out, out, out, OUT, before Sebastian woke up! The boy looked back timidly and then, curiosity got the best of him.
An AWFUL best of him.
He took in a silent breath and took this moment to study the slumbering man.
The sun was low and pouring in, casting its golden rays along the milky-brown skin. His ebony hair was tossed back on mountains of pillows, mouth parted slightly, a peach color. He was shirtless and arms flung out, every tendon of muscle showing and every dip, curve, and ridge of his stomach seemed endless until the sheet stopped the muscular, wiry body. Legs twisted along the white ribbon of the sheets until they stopped at the feet with the delicate ankles and long toes. Ciel was mesmerized by the sight. His face flushed deeply and he felt naughty for sneaking a peek.
What was it about this man that was so... so...
infatuating?
Not wanting to find out with the exception of getting caught, the boy turned away and started making his way out of the dark hallway when-
"MMMMRRRROOOOWWWWWW!"
"GYAH! WHAT THE HELL?"
Note to self, Ciel: Sebastian has a pet cat that is solid black.
The boy clamped a hand over his mouth and felt a cold chill race down his back. 'Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit! He's GOT to be awake now!' Starting, he dashed towards the front door, his nerves shot and his blood racing hard against his ears. "Almost there!," he panted, stretching for the doorknob.
"Well, what do I have here?"
Ciel wished many times over that he never had to hear that thick, syrupy voice that made his stomach flutter nor the hand that wrapped around his arm, twisting him around to bounce against the chest he was just staring at. Letting out a small whimper, the tiny child looked up wildly, suddenly drowning in those eyes that he loathed.
"Sebastian!," he gasped and quickly regretted it.
"It appears I have a little stalker. How... creepily adorable," the man stated lowly, his voice still heavy with sleep but his eyes said something more.
"I-I-I was just leaving! I'm sorry that I came in, but I-"
"Were in the neighborhood? Just passing by? Somehow found this place by mistake? Come now, little Phantomhive... is that the best you got?," Sebastian quirked, his hand moving down to push against the small of Ciel's back, pressing their bodies somewhat closer. Ciel closed his eyes tightly, trying not to feel like a butterfly in flight.
"No."
"Hmm.. well, until you can tell me, I'm afraid I have to turn you out now for disturbing my sleep. And stepping on my cat's tail. She's a very sweet creature," the man said airily, walking them to the door and opening it for the boy. As he was gently pushed out in the hallway, Ciel wanted to die then and there.
That is until he felt a pair of lips brush against the shell of his ear.
"When you find the answer... then come see me," was the throaty, sweet request.
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'I'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, he's so cruel.'
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Told ya I'd be back soon.
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-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-
Later Days...!
-SD