A/N: Hey peeps! This is just a cute little two-shot that I'm making. I already have most of it done, just wanted to through the intro up before I get carried away. This isn't going to be a whole novel or something, just might have two or three chapers. And yes, this involves a Demon Ciel and a Human Sebastian. Ahhh, love power-swaps! Anyway, anyone that's reading 'The ET and The Psychopath' shouldn't fret! I just got this nagging Plot Bunny on my head that didn't go away… mostly… until I started writing this. Anyhow, enjoy!
Abishag: Hebrew: One who travels on foot.
Ciel was young when he made a contract with this current master of his. In fact, he is still young now. And the meek body that he is contained in now doesn't help this fact. But, he knew he would always harbor a small body such as this.
The mortal realm doesn't stand by the same standards like Ciel's does. The middle-aged and fit are apparently the most honored. Or if you happen to have lots of 'money' and 'power' and 'connections' to your name. Yet for Ciel, his realm does not follow the same ways as this pathetic mortal world does. And thankfully, his master didn't order him to do every single little thing or act a certain way.
His master was different than other mortals, and quite possibly the most interesting one Ciel has come to serve. He was tall and rather good-looking; according to the men and women Ciel would demand his master meet. His black slick hair and wine-red eyes reminded Ciel of another demon almost, but he kept that little opinion to himself. Whilst his master knew he was in the position and power to get whatever he wanted with just a simple order to a mere child, he declined to. And Ciel didn't understand. Wasn't it in all human's nature to get the best for themselves? Yes, Ciel was free to live how he wanted whilst still being able to follow his master's simple and occasional order… but he had to admit, while this freedom was new and welcoming, he still wanted to show off his skills and talents to this peculiar man.
Ciel didn't know when he would get the chance to, but a day came when he was able to show a part of himself that his Lord had yet to see… or anyone else has seen.
"Ciel?" came the soft yet 'come-hither' call, making the young slate-haired boy look up while placing a silver tray on the small coffee table in the library. "Yes, my Lord?" he asked, straightened his back and crossing his arms behind him, making himself presentable and open.
"What's your story?"
"Pardon me, my Lord?"
"Your story,"
"My name is Ciel, and I am a loyal and dedicated servant of yo-"
"No, no, no, little one," his master says, his red-wine eyes studying the younger like a hawk stalking prey, yet a small and devilishly gentle smirk plays across his lips. "Before you came to me,"
"Oh," he says, and his shoulders go slack. He is confused at first, wondering why his finicky master would ask such a thing. Rarely has a master or mistress of his before Sebastian Michaelis has bothered to ask such a thing.
"I come from a place between this realm and the next," Ciel says truthfully. But he frowns and glowered to himself, seeing a gentle yet demanding narrow of eyes meaning 'not what i asked for'.
"I want to know your story,"
"Oh,". Ciel understands now.
So he tells him. Mostly, at least.