Chapter 1: My Funny Valentine.
Ciel flitted through his dorm room, Frank Sinatra's 'My Funny Valentine' playing in the background. Yes, Ciel may have been a College freshman in the year 2012 but he absolutely adored jazz. He didn't know why, but, he simply did. He also loved classical, rock, and most types of metal, the walking contradiction as his uncle had called him.
He unpacked each box with care, humming along to the tune pouring out his speakers.
"My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art
He made up his bed singing aloud now, the sheets were black and the comforter was the exact same color of his one Azure Blue eye, the pillows were black as well, but the throw was purple, just like his other eye, the oddly colored one that seemed to hold the sign of the devil in cataracts that glowed oddly when his feelings got the best of him, a by product of the fact that he had nearly drowned in his mother's womb. He could still slightly see out of it but it disgusted him to no end. His uncle had always told him that it was a great blessing but, to Ciel, it was a curse that he hid under an eyepatch.
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
He poured himself a glass of red wine, yeah he was underage by three years but, who cares? Honestly, as long as he didn't drink too much it wasn't so bad, his mother let him have one every now and then and this bottle had been a present to him.
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentines day
He sipped from his glass delicately, wondering what to make for dinner, it was almost six thirty and he was getting kind of hungry. It was school protocol that each student get his or her own dorm but, still Ciel was kind of saddened by that, at least with a room mate he'd have someone who would at least be civil towards him, no one else would. Everyone always hated for him one reason or another, his sexuality, his wealth, hell some people just hated him because of his slightly odd personality. It made him almost loose his calm when he thought about it, he hated them, he hated them so damn much. He smirked at the song, how he wished so dearly that someone could love him, despite his unworthiness.
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
A knock at his slightly open door startled Ciel out of his depressing musings, his wine glass nearly spilling as he turned so sharply.
"Pardon the intrusion, I truly did not mean to scare you, it's just that, well, I couldn't believe anyone else my own age listened to jazz." The boy, no, not boy, the man stated. He had midnight black hair and crimson eyes, eyes Ciel could have sworn he'd seen before.
"Oh, uh... um, no, no don't worry about it... I just didn't hear you come in." He stuttered, turning bright red. He'd seen those eyes before, like a fuzzy memory.
But don't you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentines day"
"It's just that, My Funny Valentine is one of my favorites. You know? I'm sorry I'm probably bothering you." The man chuckled, his voice like chocolate silk.
"It's one of mine too... oh no don't apologize, it's nice to meet you, I'm Ciel Phantomhive by the way." He spoke, his voice barely shaking, those eyes, they seemed to sweep over him possessively, protectively, almost... could it be? Nah...
"I'm Sebastian Michaelis. I live right down the hall little one." He stopped, almost as though he regretted the last two words he spoke. Usually, Ciel hated having his short stature called attention to but, with Sebastian, he... well he liked it.
"Th-Thank You Sebastian, that's very kind of you." He flushed looking down at the floor.
"Do not worry little one," It seemed as though that would become a habit of his, one Ciel didn't particularly mind. "Anyway, it seems as though you're new here so allow me to welcome you to Black Rose University, also allow me to offer my assistance in helping you unpack." He had a strange smile, one that looked so beautifully dangerous.
"Um- I- uh, I'd like that, thank you Sebastian." Ciel turned around sharply to hide his blush nd to begin preparations for dinner when a sneaky thought came into his mind.
"If.. if you are going to help me, I'm making dinner if you'd like some?" He asked in a deviously manipulative way, asking Sebastian on a date, without actually making it apparent he "swung" that way.
"I'd love that, truly little one." Sebastian set about moving the empty boxes to one side and taking the objects out of the boxes labeled 'Sitting Room' in an elegant scrawl. "Where would you like these little one?" Sebastian asked holding up a smaller box with only pictures, a very small amount of them. Mostly they were of Ciel, all alone, some had Ciel standing next to a man with long white hair, and one, one small oval shaped frame held a picture of a very small Ciel with what appeared to be his parents.
"Just put them over there on the shelf." Ciel gestured over to the wooden shelf next to the window, underneath it was a black book case, almost completely filled, and a box labeled 'Books'. Sebastian arranged them carefully, placing the one of Ciel and his parents in the center with the rest seeming to gravitate towards it.
"Dinner's ready!" Called Ciel at seven o clock precisely. Sebastian chuckled softly, it appeared his little one liked order and punctuality.
The two boys sat together, chatting as they ate dinner, Ciel had never had a reason to cook up until a year ago when he realized it would be best if he learned so he could feed himself. He couldn't make anything super fancy but he could make a nice enough dinner. Today he'd made a simple chicken and rice dish.
"This is delicious little one!" Praised Sebastian, obviously pleased with Ciel.
"It's nothing, I don't know how too cook all that well to be honest." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, I am one hell of a cook and I'd be happy to help you if you ever need assistance little one." Sebastian smiled encouraging the idea of spending more time with his little one.
The rest of the dinner was spent in amiable small talk, mostly focusing on Ciel and Sebastian's schedules, which they found were exactly the same, the only difference in their schedule was that Ciel's schedule read 'Advanced' at the bottom of the page
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