*~Silent Thoughts of a Forcibly Silent Doll: Prologue~*
What am I worth?
What am I to you?
Am I important to you?
Do you love me?
Ever since the world made any sense I was told never to ask these questions because the truth would be the end of me. I have no recollection of how I was made or for what purpose. I opened my eyes and that was that. This type of knowledge doesn't seem to be of any great novelty though- my previous masters were all of the same state. They were just born, with no inkling as to what their purpose was. I saw them live as they had or wanted to but not one of them ever spoke of having lived with any certainty. My maker always told me that I was equal to my masters in that respect but sometimes I thought otherwise. A wasted human life meant something-people would speculate about it, empathize or even regret but a broken doll was something you could chuck into a fire and burn without a second thought.
Because that's all you are simple insignificant dolls…
I've lived in the world long enough, that's what I've always thought. I watched when I had the chance and once in awhile I'm given enough opportunity to change the world outside the glass. Only when a master worthy enough came and that wasn't very often. In truth, I have no idea as to what I truly am some say I'm a bewitched doll, some a miracle, some a child of science but the best I've heard off so far is that I am the devil's doll. An evil spirit trapped in this fragile form. I don't feel specially evil nor have I caused any bad occurrence and so I find that name the most medieval and narrow-minded and also the most amusing. I don't have much memory to recount my life with nor do I need any to cherish. My masters have all been amazing bores even those who managed to bring me to life. Some darker than others but all are of the same kiln. The lot of them could actually make you wonder if greed or stupidity could be caught like a cold. Now I'm off to another master in my little coffin-box. Rolling around something called a "delivery truck". It's not very different from a hansom but it has terribly noisy horses and I rather dislike it.
*~A Maiden's Diary: Prologue~*
The young maid took out her special writing pen and her diary, which was rather thick even in comparison with a medical book. When asked of its irregular thickness the young woman explained that she had kept everything she treasured within including a small box for her first 'assassin kit' from when she was a more lethal hired hand.
Dear Diary,
I was incredibly lucky again today- that is-I'm happy I wasn't fired! Mr. Sebastian is so kind he forgave me for breaking three new sets of china today even if we weren't even done accounting for the whole cabinet I toppled over yesterday or the tea set I accidentally rolled off the edge of the staircase. I'm so glad I have such kind people around me like Finny and Bard who're always there to help even if sometimes the more help I get the more trouble happens like what I logged the other day, when instead of putting off the fire I accidentally started Bard ended up making it bigger and Finny ran through at least three walls. Anyway, I'm really thankful!
Oh and Mr. Sebastian came home with a creepy looking box today. It was all black and it looked expensive I silently vowed not to touch it! Although I do really want to know what's inside. Mr. Sebastian carried it himself after all and he seemed to take a lot of care with it. He looked so HOT!
*drops of blood on the page*
Dear gods, I am so sorry for being such a lecherous maid!
More of Mr. Sebastian~ he told us that someone important to him would come in the following weeks to live with us. He was really serious so I gather he really cares about this person (a rival?) future must tell…
Your Loving Owner,
Meirin
*~ Curiosity Burned the Roast, Again: Prologue~*
The chief or cook, which ever does seem proper, sighed as he continued to clean the soot off the walls-again- for the nth time this week. It was beef roast or was supposed to be beef roast until he turned up the gas and was distracted needless to say, the whole thing went up in flames. The kitchen lost no time in catching the fire and by the time Meirin and Finny arrived the place was half-consumed in flames. That was the fourth mansion fire this week they were beating last week's record. He gave another sigh; feeling like one of those prisoners who had to scrub the ship with briny water. Well at least he had his first mate. Finny had gladly volunteered help when he heard the boss had Bard scrubbing the walls till roosters crowed. The cook looked behind him, surely with the cheery boy's insane strength and energy at least half the work was done. What he saw almost brought tears to his eyes. Finny was there- that half was true- but he was curled up on the counter with the toothbrush, which they used for cleaning, in his hand with its brush seemingly shaved off.
"Finny!"
"This wouldn't have happened if we weren't so nosey with Mr. Sebastian…" the boy yawned with a bigger set of brushes in his hands.
"Yeah- well, isn't always he brings something that valuable…"
"huh? How did you know it was valuable?" Finny asked looking at the other behind him.
"Well the boss handled it so carefully and he wouldn't even let us near it…"
"He didn't?"
"Damn straight he didn't! I felt it!"
"oh-"
A moment's silence…
"I wonder what's in it!"
"Ho ho ho!" the jail warden echoed their thoughts- more or less.
*~Happy Birthday here's your Coffin! : Chapter 1~*
The room was dimly lit and insufferably cramped. The walls and carpets were gray but he was quite certain they weren't before his acquaintance had taken residence there. If he remembered right they were of a bright soothing beige then and the carpets were of various colors much like the Turkish ones in his study.
"I'm happy you came Mr. Company President." The statement was followed by an eerie cackle "You never really liked dealing with….my line of work….."
The raven smiled.
"Business has its courtesies and as I was invited I don't want to seem impolite."
More eerie cackling filled the room.
"Yes, as expected from you Mr. President, I invited you because I'd like to give you my regards to your company's recent expansion and also…..for you nearing birthday…." The other spoke with a rather dry raspy voice.
" My birthday?" The other was taken aback he never expected the man known as the Undertaker in the business world and apparently in the real world itself to remember such an occasion. After all, the other was associated with what is known as 'death dealings' which is the last resort for any company- this makes him a ominous character in the business world, a death god who marks the fall of great institutions.
"I've wanted to give you this…" With a sluggish movement the other pulled the red velvet from what the other thought was a sort of outlandish coffee table.
"A coffin?" The company head cordially inquired. "A child's coffin?"
Sebastian Michealis sat back and sighed as he looked upon this new 'gift'. He should have been prepared by years of dealing with the Undertaker but he never could predict the other. For the sake of business etiquette and by some unknown power he had accepted the gift and was now on his way home. His thoughts turned from his company to other conquests to things he considered mundane such as his birthday. He wasn't the type to be at all giddy or to note that day important, people are born everyday after all, but being the shrewd man that he is he always took the opportunity it presented to make new ties and reinforce old ties in the business world.
Everybody who was anybody knew of the annual ball he threw on the eve of his birthday and these parties never failed to enter the news as renowned 'party of the year'. As a major stockholder in more than sixty companies worldwide and a known owner of a vast empire of five star hotels he believed it his duty keep to the aesthetics of entertaining others to their full satisfaction. His character was that of a perfectionist though his skills give him a great advantage at meeting his standards. The party would only be a week away come the morrow and with the expansion of one of his companies he would have to plan a truly unforgettable night.
The car pulled up and the door was opened.
But for now he was certainly curious as what the box-coffin was about.
He showed no dread, contrary to that; he seemed quite amused as he placed his hand on the coffin's glossy surface. It was an obviously expensive and well-crafted object appealing to the eyes though it's dark nature and purpose. The black box was intricately designed with silver tendrils which clung as if growing delicately from the base of the coffin. It seemed to depict a starlit night in a garden of silence where all time has stopped.
He slowly undid the lock and gently pushed the lid off.
The child lay perfectly still with both hands on his chest as if in eternal slumber. The white silken lining that framed the figure was pristine and luminescent much like the child himself. An attitude of solemn calm surrounded him as if the immortal gods had frozen time to keep such beauty from fading. His long dark lashes and intelligent brows broke the pale monotony of his finely chiseled face; his soft dark hair slightly unkempt due to the feathered pillow underneath it.
Uncommon surprise slightly showed in is usually composed features.
It was a doll feigning a boy in slumber. His skin was smooth and white to the point of glowing and this only made him more ethereal to the other's eye. His eyes were calmly closed and his pink lips slightly ajar. He looked like a dream or a wish that the slightest touch could blow away. He wore a royal blue double breasted suit and a white silken button up shit beneath it. Under his collar was a ribbon of lighter blue which matched the suit's buttons and lining. His shorts barely reached his knees and also were of royal blue. White cotton socks encased his slender legs and black leather shoes with silver buckles, his feet. He was the very picture of a young noble, cultured and beautiful.
It almost pained him that the child was trapped in this state.
Wake up…
He moved to touch the little face it was almost as if the doll sighed at the contact.
Wake up….
He was cold but almost soft as if at the verge of death but not truly dead.
Wake up…Ciel
"Ciel" the name came to mind for no real reason.
"Yes, Master."
Two orbs looked straight at him one sapphire the other amethyst.
The sudden answer gave him a start but he contained himself immediately. The doll continued to look at him more curious than cold.
"My name is Ciel and from how it seems I am under your service…"
The raven lifted the doll from the coffin and placed him on his feet.
"Welcome to the 21st century, Ciel." Sebastian gave a slight bow of greeting.
The boy was obviously not meant to be the receiving end of orders he stood in a kingly manner and surveyed the room as if he owned it. Though greatly surprised the raven was just as amused. Everyone bent to his will and was all too happy to comply with his wishes no matter how demanding they were. And now here stood this little doll barely the size of a twelve-year-old his aura almost demanding absolute submission.
The idea humored him.
"Is staring into space a habit of yours?" He was pulled out of his thoughts by a tug at his sleeve.
"I asked you what you're name was?" the child asked slightly annoyed.
"My name is Sebastian, although because of circumstances aren't you to call me 'Master'?" Sebastian asked in a kind but slightly teasing tone.
The doll scoffed.
"You're not my master unless you draw a contract with me."
"A contract?" The business tycoon liked where this was going. A truly entertaining creature this gift was.
"I will do everything you bid me do and the contract will keep me alive. That is, we'll have to share one life the breath you take will be mine as long as you live- I also live but under your service but since we both live one existence if I get hurt so do you. "
"I don't find a contract very useful on your part since you'd have to live your whole life under service."
"I know- but as far as anything goes I was made for this. I'm bored of sleeping." The child eyed him wearily "none of them were ever strong enough." He mumbled under his breath.
"You wish for an interesting life?"
"A contract with me is a promise at one. Out of all the dolls made I was the best that's why I'm the only one left. I require you interest me." The boy smirked, his mismatched eyes glowing in challenge.
Sebastian chuckled he found himself liking Ciel more each second. He saw something of himself within him but he was something else altogether.
'Better than those girls complementing my writing…'
The older man's face darkened and his handsome features, which were usually impassive, now took on a more devious light.
"I accept your contract little Ciel in one condition…"
The doll was taken aback by the sudden change of attitude. He tried to hide this and cocked his brow a signal that he was listening.
He smiled enigmatically.
"Make it worth it…"
The doll's amethyst eye seemed to glow. He took a step forward and pulled on the other tie. The raven yielded to the other's pulling. Taking the older man's face in his small porcelain hands he placed his soft lips upon the other's.
You belong to me, Master.
Author's note: I was (and is still) in a writer's block. So I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. I want them as themselves as possible though I'm not sure of how Sebastian will act- I always have a hard time with him. Anyway, please review since I need to know if I should continue or not… The Prologues are something of my form of comic relief- I don't think I intend to make this story dark.