A/N: Disclaimer; I don`t own kuroshitsuji. I know I suck at this but I just had to write something . D:
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi/Smut/Swearing
Summary: Ciel is a boy blessed with the sixth sense. He meets a psychiatrist, Sebastian, who tries to help him discover if he really has a gift or was just delusional. However, what happens when his psychiatrist is a demon? Read & review, maybe?
A/N: Smut in later chapters , perhaps .
Sebastian
"So, who's the new kid that you were assigned to?" Claude's cool voice flitted into Sebastian's ears as he stirred his tea with caution. Sebastian had just been assigned to another boy who was suffering from some psychological problems. It was a last minute change as the doctor who was in charge of that boy had gotten himself hurt in a traffic accident. Sebastian was the only doctor at that moment, who was free of any patients.
"Some kid who's delusional." Sebastian paused as he genteelly sipped his tea; he did not want to stain his stunning black tailcoat for he had just custom-made it especially for first meetings with his patients.
"Ciel Phantomhive. I think," His red orbs met Claude's cunning yellow gems. Sebastian smirked as a hint of jealousy surfaced in those gems. Claude had always been the jealous type. He hated the fact that Sebastian had to work 24/7 with some random kid he did not even know. Sebastian looped an arm around Claude's neck, his raven locks falling into his face as he lifted the man's chin.
"Don't worry. He's never going to replace you. No one is ever going to." Sebastian purred as their noses brushed against each other. A blush ran across Claude's cheeks before he snorted as he pulled away, his head falling into the headrest of the sofa. Claude was not someone who would fall for sweet nothings. Nevertheless, Sebastian just had to assure him.
"That better be it, Sebby-kun. " Claude yanked his glasses off, tossing them onto the rosewood end table, pouting slightly as he did so.
"Ahh, of course. No one is ever going to be as good as you, Claude." Sebastian crossed his legs before laying back into the sofa, his head against Claude's before planting a tiny kiss onto those perfect pink lips. Sebastian would never leave Claude. Not in a million years. Claude was the first person he had ever cared for: or perhaps, pitied.
Claude had a horrible childhood. His whole family had been forced into labour after they were kidnapped and sold off to Africa. Upon reaching there, they encountered cannibals who were lurking in the woods. Luckily, they were hungry on that day and a group of lost humans were too tempting to ignore. Claude was the sole survivor of that incident.
After that day, he was sent to an orphanage in London, where he met Sebastian. Sebastian had always been Claude's only friend. The first and most probably the last he will ever have. Sebastian was not going to let Claude slip away from his hands; not when Claude had trusted him with all his heart.
Twelve-thirty. He was late. He was supposed to meet Ciel Phantomhive at Saint Worts a quarter of an hour ago. Sebastian quickened his pace as he turned around the bend, into Saint Worts.
The façade of the building his eagle eyes grasped. Saint Worts was coated with white paint; chipped off at the edges and stained with the musty rainwater that pooled in the walls of the bricks. Without wasting a second, Sebastian strutted into the building, adjusting his silk black tie as he did so.
"Doctor… Michaelis?" He spun around, only to face a woman who had a blank expression plastered onto her face. She was in her mid-forties; ageing lines cutting into her dry skin. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, which was covered with a black hat.
"Yes. I am here to see Ciel Phantomhive," Sebastian replied.
"I am the headmaster of this orphanage, Mrs Bradmill. Please follow me,"
Mrs Bradmill made her way down the hallway with Sebastian following suit.
"You see, Ciel is a very… disturbed kid. He keeps on saying things like 'the ghosts are coming' or even 'there's one right beside you' every single day. And each time he goes to shower, he would return with those awful claw marks all over his bloodied body. He is delusional and tends to hurt himself. So, I hope that you, will be able to help him."
Ciel
Ciel's azure eyes fixed themselves onto a stunning man in a black tailcoat. The man strutted in, closing the door shut before adjusting his silk black tie as stopped in front of Ciel. The man had crimson red eyes. Maybe he wore contacts or perhaps he had some disability that Ciel had never heard of. Either way, it did not bother him as much because those deep pools of rancour tantalized him into inching closer to the man.
Ciel crossed his legs as he took a whiff of his favourite tea: Jackson's Earl Grey. Each time he was flustered or perturbed, just a single whiff of the beautiful aroma was needed to allay his befuddled mind. Maybe it was partly due to the memories that lingered with the tea.
"Ciel Phantomhive?" The tall man cooed as he lowered himself beside Ciel. Ciel clutched his jacket in a futile attempt to calm his frazzled heart. Somehow, the man before him made his heart scream its silent prayers.
Ciel let out a snort, rolling his eyes as he fell back onto the davenport.
"I'm Sebastian Michaelis and I'm here to help you." The older man's gaze rested on Ciel. Ciel hated to be stared at: stared at in a way that people do when they saw a jejune person. It made him feel, dumb. Retarded and dumb; to put it simply.
"So, I guess you don't want to talk to me today?" Sebastian continued, despite the younger male's adamant silence. Ciel grunted in reply before he glanced away from the man.
"Just tell me something, will you?" Sebastian inched closer towards Ciel.
"Do you like me?" Sebastian whispered, shocking the living daylights out of Ciel, making him snap.
"Shut up. You smell, just like a demon." Those words were all that was needed for Sebastian to be on top of Ciel, strangling the life out of his fragile wrists.
Sebastian locked his legs on the sides of Ciel's waist as he furrowed his brows.
"What do you mean, kid?" Sebatian hissed into Ciel's ear, tightening his grip as he did so.
"You. Smell. Like. A. Demon. A. Demon. But I'm not sure." Ciel enunciated each word nonchalantly as he relaxed his aching muscles. Perhaps it was his imagination but Ciel thought he saw Sebastian cringe for a moment. There was no doubt that Sebastian would be caught off guard since he was too cocky to realise that Ciel was not mentally unstable. He in fact, had the sixth sense: a gift bestowed to him since birth. A gift or a curse, he did not know but he had learnt to accept the fact that he could see the spirits and ghosts which were still tied down onto this earth. Every now and then, a lost soul would wonder into his ward and claw him until he was bloody if he did not help them ease their problems.
Other than sighting these unworldly beings, he could also sense the aura someone or something was giving out and even tell their age: for instance, he could smell a demon and tell them apart from humans. It was something that came naturally. He did not even have to will it forcefully.
"Tell me, demon. Why are you playing doctor here?" A horrendous grin tore across Ciel's milky face; the very first hint of emotion that Ciel had actually shown. Joy overcame his senses as he saw Sebastian getting flustered.
"I'm not a demon." Sebastian spat out, digging his nails deep into Ciel's wrists, drawing intricate crimson lines on the tender milky skin of his. Blood oozed out from the wound and onto the couch, where it spiralled around Ciel's azure hair.
"Oh yes, tell that to your mother." Ciel chuckled while he whipped his fringe friskily. It gave him a sense of bliss: seeing that beast in front of him, dumbfounded.
"Oh, really? If you really had the sixth sense, tell me, what is my true name?" Sebastian smirked.
Nodding his head in amusement, Ciel reached for his eye patch. He has always been saving his right eye for cocky beings like Sebastian. Tearing it apart, his eyelid fluttered open, evincing a brilliant violet gem with a pentagram in the middle. His eye was not really a sight that was nice to admire for long. After a while, the beauty fades and only the menacing glow of the horrendous eye remains.
"Your name is… Lucifer?" He murmured, apparently taken aback by his discovery. He was Lucifer? In the books that he had read about Lucifer, it states that he was locked deep under the earth, in a chamber called the Devil's Throat Cavern. Never did Ciel expect he would meet the one and only fallen angel that he respected and abhorred so much so that he would sell his soul for it.
Sebastian released one of Ciel's wrists and raised Ciel's chin.
"Uh-huh. Now, how did you know that?" Sebastian narrowed his crimson red orbs; penetrating right through Ciel's façade.
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