I'm so sorry! It has been a long long time since I first posted this online. But now, chapter two is out! By the way, I've edited the first chapter. I will try my best to update it as soon as possible. After writing out the whole plot I realized something. That this fic revolves around Ciel more than Sebastian and I have no idea how to continue from here...

Oh and there's something you need to know…

Thoughts and flashbacks are like this. Flashbacks have a whole chunk of words so you'll know unless stated otherwise.

Normal speeches and story are in this font

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is an anime I so love. It's not mine at all. ENJOY!


He is gone. Sebastian left. Never is he coming back. Why did it turn out like this? Everyone that I love just disappear, one by one. First, my parents. Then, Madame Red. Now, Sebastian.

As Ciel walked up the stairs, he thought about his life.

During his childhood days, he had thought that he was the luckiest child in the world. Then, the picture slowly fades. After that torturous one month, he had long given up hope. No one heard his cries nor answered his pleas. But one day, he met a demon. Finally, someone came. Not caring anymore about his life, he sold his soul in exchange of the demon's help and protection.

The first few months after the ordeal, he constantly had nightmares. And each time, Sebastian was there to comfort him. How he had wished it lasted this way. Three years went by and he knew, demons were nothing but cunning. However, Sebastian was none but caring.

He soon grew fond if his butler, a sinful action but he did not care. After all, his soul belonged to the demon already. He was heavily dependent on the man. Even though Sebastian normally twists his words and orders, Ciel was contented with it. He began understanding the feeling called love, not all of it but some parts. They had even gone as far as having sex but he knew… It was all one sided feelings. He would fantasize about the day Sebastian returned his feelings, but that was totally impossible. After all, demons do not feel, do they?

Ciel walked into his room. A place of solitude. Playing back the scene that just happened, Ciel began to cry. "Sebastian, you promised… Why? I don't want this to happen. Tell me, it's a dream. Please…" He was hurt, time and time again. His mind flashed to a memory he held so dear.

"My lord, promise me something," Sebastian requested.

"Promise? Demons make promises?" Ciel questioned. Seeing his butler nod his head, he sighed, "Very well, what is it?"

"If my lord would be so willing to promise that he would take care of himself. And I will ensure his protection," Sebastian answered.

"Take care of myself?" Ciel repeated. Take care of what? My body, my heart, my soul? What Sebastian? He wanted to ask but did not.

"Yes my lord,"

"Fine. Come here Sebastian," Ciel said, a childish grin spread across his face. "Hold your pinky out, the one from your right hand," he continued, demonstrating the action. As Sebastian went closer to his master, Ciel stood and hooked his small finger around Sebastian's gloved one.

"I, Ciel Phantomhive, promise my butler, Sebastian Michealis, that I will take care of myself until my time comes," he said while shaking both their hands three times before releasing the older male.

"There. It is done .I have promised you… What are you doing?" Ciel asked as Sebastian knelt on the floor.

"My lord, this is my promise to you. I, Sebastian Michealis, will protect my master till the end."

Ciel's eyes widened but were replaced but an emotionless expression. "The deal is done, isn't it?"

"Both promises are made my lord," Sebastian replied.

"Then, get me some chocolate cake," ordered the young boy.

"Right away young master," Sebastian bowed and left the room.

Ciel laughed. How naïve he had been. He was fooled by the demon. Of course nobody keeps their promises. Even he himself had said it before after standing up on Lizzy. Promises are meant to be broken, not kept.

So much for being in love with a demon. He had thought Sebastian would take his soul after the contract was fulfilled; he was at peace knowing that the last person he would see is Sebastian. But things have changed. The contract was void, Sebastian has left. The feelings he had just died. Now leaving an empty space, a gaping hole in his heart.

"Love," Ciel scoffed. "What's the point of being in love? A feeling that will bring even the strongest person down. A weakness, a disadvantage." From that day, he swore not to let his feelings affect him. His emotions locked away.


"My lord," Tanaka called. "It is time for dinner." He knocked on the door several times but there was no answer from the boy. It was the fifth time Ciel refused to take his meals. He had even locked the door to his room.

"Go away Tanaka," came a muffled voice from the room. Ciel was in no mood to eat. After Sebastian left, Ciel was lost. He had no idea what to do from that day on. Worse, he was heartbroken. Yes, even though his feelings for his butler were not obvious, he was in love. He had cried himself to sleep, not just once, but every night since that day.

Ciel missed the older man. The teasing, the smirking and their games. How he wanted them back. But he knew deep down, that the demon would not return.

"My lord, please come out," Tanaka called again.

Ciel huffed, "What is it?" He opened the door, only revealing half of his face. The rest of his body was surrounded by darkness.

"Young master, I know that you are having a difficult time accepting the resignation of Sebastian. But for the sake of this household, the Funtom company and the Queen's trust in you, please pull yourself together and carry on with life," Tanaka said.

The younger male sighed. Tanaka and the rest of his servants did not know the real reason why Sebastian had left. He had just told them that Sebastian resigned from his post, making Tanaka the head butler of the Phantomhive household.

"Very well, what's for dinner?" he asked, giving in. There was no way he would be able to reason out with the old man. Tanaka nodded and replied," The main course is grilled salmon served with mash potato. As for dessert, dark chocolate truffles with fresh strawberries served at the side, made just for your taste young master."

Ciel ate in silence. The food barely touched his taste buds. This is good... but it isn't as good as Sebastian's though... Playing with the remaining food, he ordered, "Tanaka, prepare a carriage. I'm going out for a walk." Pause. "Alone."

The butler bowed saying," Yes my lord." And went to carry out the recent order.

Once done, the butler returned to the dining room. His master, however, was not there.


Ciel was in his study, admiring his pistol under the moon light's glow. The pistol was brought down from generation to generation. Like his ring. This however was no heirloom. It just had the Phantomhive crest on it. He loaded it with bullets and tucked it in his clothing. This might come in handy.

Getting off his seat, Ciel walked to the window behind his desk. The night sky… it seemed lonely tonight. It was grey and musk filled the cold night air. He stared up and tried looking for the moon, but its face is nowhere to be seen. Dark clouds fill the night, and all the master could see was a bat flutter by on this spooky night. He was all alone. No one was by his side.

A small smirk plastered on his face while he contemplated his situation. Pathetic... Without knowing, he had fallen for the demon, being too dependent on him. Now, that he has left, he was still brooding over such a matter. A Phantomhive does not bother about such trivial matters. And he will never let anything affect him, especially love.

As he walked out of the study, he bumped into the old butler. "Tanaka, have you prepared it?" The said man bowed, replying a yes as he helped his master put on his coat and get the walking cane ready.

The duo walked to the carriage and Tanaka helped his master get on it. "My lord, please have a safe journey." Ciel gave a curt nod as the door closes. He ordered the driver to take him to a street in London. A random street. He just wanted some fresh air. Some fresh air to clear his thoughts and shed those feelings.

Those feelings...

"Sebastian, this is an order. Save me," Ciel whispered before darkness claimed him.

...

Eyes fluttering open, Ciel glanced around, taking in the sight of his room. I'm back here... "Sebastian..." he whispered.

Shortly after, a light knock on the door could be heard before it opened. "You called, young master?" Sebastian entered the room and walked towards the bed. Ciel looked up and stared into the mahogany eyes.

"Sebastian, where were you?" Ciel asked his loyal butler.

"My Lord, I was attending to the business you ordered me to do." Smirk.

Ciel shot up and slapped Sebastian across his face.

"Attending business?" Ciel hissed. "What about me? Even if my safety isn't your concern, at least you could have saved your meal!"

"Young master..."

"Enough Sebastian... J-just leave m-"

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Warm lips descended on the boy's ones, cutting his speech off. "Mmph!" Ciel's blue orbs widened, only to stare at the sea of red. He pulled away as his cheeks were dusted pink.

"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered, looking away.

Sebastian reached out to his young master and grasped the boy's chin, forcing Ciel to look at him. "Ciel, I've promised you that I'll protect you no matter what. Would I lie to you?"

The latter shook his head. And after that response, Sebastian pulled Ciel in for another kiss.

"That's enough. Stop here." Ciel ordered, coming out of his memories. He exited the carriage and looked around. Indeed, he was in a random street of London. Might as well explore this place a little before going back to the mansion.


Done! I'm so sorry again! It's been more than a month since I've updated this. So what do you think about this fic so far? I know Sebastian hasn't come into the picture but I promise that he'll in the next. ^^

Review if you have some free time! Criticism is appreciated! Flame it if you must.