My first shot at writing a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction. I do not own any of these characters, and they belong to their rightful owners.

They say there will be a second season! This is just a fantasy outcome I wrote as a continuation of the series, so I hope you enjoy it. Mature scenes to occur in later chapters.

For those of you who don't know; Blatte means Cockroach in French.

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Blatte

Suddenly, Sebastian's head snapped up from his focus on Ciel's eye, his gaze locked on the ebony door. He stood deathly still for a moment, before his crimson eyes narrowed into thin slits and he launched himself up to his feet, trudging around the table and whipping open the door, allowing it to swing shut behind him.

Abandoned in the dark, Ciel strained through the aching pain to collect his thoughts. Something had attracted Sebastian's immediate attention, and gave him cause to surrender his moment to feast in order to search for this opposition beyond the door. Ciel longed for the will power to move his fingers, just a little, to ease the pain, but no matter how hard he strained his soul to will his body to move, he remained motionless. His awareness of the blinding pain in the places where the massive pins had been stuck renewed fresh every few minutes, and tears continued to stream from his eyes in small rivers, causing his face to sting slightly from the salt.

It was there in the dark, however, that Ciel felt something warm, and light, gloss over his face for a brief moment, as flitting as an exhaled breath. Suddenly, he heard a small whimsical giggle from the darkness that was all too familiar.

Undertaker, Ciel thought to himself in realization, as the giggle turned into a playful rhyme;

"Little butterfly, blue butterfly, pinned down before his time, little butterfly, sweet butterfly, cut down before his prime!"

Ciel longed to cry out to the disembodied Undertaker's voice, more with the hope to silence it than to have it help alleviate his pain. The song continued, as a small, almost inaudible scratching sound accompanied it:

"Butterfly's been caught, he'll never fly again, never fly again, never fly again... your wings are torn, your body's stuck, and you'll never fly again-"

Ciel strained to hear the last part, but it was less than a whisper before it faded completely, and was replaced by a sudden slam of the ebony door. Light from the outside world poured in for a moment, and a shadow flitted across the boy's still form. Ciel immediately recognized both the shadow, and the voice that accompanied it, though both arrived with a wave of pure disbelief and confusion.

"Ah~! There he is!" The clicking of high heels resonated on the marble as a dark silhouette emerged into his line of sight. It stood above him, and placed one arm over his body so that the daunting shadow loomed overhead. Ciel felt tiny ticklish sensations, as something whispy yet slightly prickly drifted over his face and neck. What little light persisted in the mausoleum illuminated a highlight of crimson red hair, and a glint of sharp razor-like teeth, "Stuck down fast, you really didn't want this soul to move, did you, Sebaschan? Prepared for the ripping and the tearing... the flesh will go but the soul will stay hammered down like a butterfly to a cork board! Ah, it's like poetry! Like beautiful art! Wouldn't you agree, Sebaschan?"

Sebastian's voice was like pure liquid hatred, almost an anti-characteristic snarl underlining the words, "Why are you here, Death God?"

"Well, this little brat owes me a favor." Grell Sutcliff stated, matter-of-factly, with one gloved hand twisting about a scarlet lock of hair flirtatiously, "I recall some incident ago, where he said, and I quote; Protect me, and I will let you do whatever you wish to Sebastian for one day."

"You have picked a very, verybad time to collect on your debt, Mr. Sutcliff," Sebastian said, his tone now a bitter and deadly ice cold, warning the unwelcome guest that if he persisted to remain in the crypt, he'd be dealt with immediately with the utmost prejudice. Grell, however, didn't seem to let the icy sharp tone affect him. Stubbornly, he dropped his lock of hair to rest his fist against his hip, now popped out with the air of arrogance.

"No, this is the perfect time, Sebaschan," Grell said flatly, "After you're done devouring this kid, his orders won't mean shit, which means you will leave me high and dry, and he'll get the satisfaction that he used me like some ten penny whore! Except, I didn't get my ten pennies."

"Isn't that what you are?" Sebastian said, "A little red whore who falls for anything with legs and a set between them?"

"Aw, you do pay attention to me, Sebaschan! I knew you were stealing secret glances at me once in a while... though, I don't appreciate your associating a fine lady like myself with some trash. However, I'll forgive you, if you add your cherry- branch- twisting tongue to our future bridal kiss..."

Ciel was utterly lost in this almost brutal conversation, but his attention was suddenly drawn to his right hand. Grell's fingers were lightly tracing over his skin there, as if they seemed to be searching for something. Ciel's eyes were trained on the slightly illuminated face of the Death God, which seemed to be confidently staring straight ahead at where most likely Sebastian's position was. Suddenly, he felt the fingers bump against the inside of his palm, where the imaginary massive needle was embedded. Ciel's mind cried out as the pain reverberated through that spot, but he never expected what was to happen next. Grell's fingers seemed to find the pin, surround it, and quicker than the eye could pick up, had yanked the pin free from it's host. Ciel's soul felt like it was set on fire, but as unbearably painful as it was, the pain slowly started to flicker and cool in his palm, and soon, only the small prickling remained.

Sebastian's footsteps were heard again, and Ciel heard him finally say, "Why, exactly, are you here, Grell Sutcliff?"

"I told you!" Grell said, "You must have shit for ears... honestly. I've come to collect my debt before the kid is kaput."

"I don't believe you," Sebastian had reached the table.

Another pin was found and yanked free, this time from his right elbow. Ciel's mind shattered again, but slowly regained itself as the pain slowly drained away through the invisible wound.

"Gaaahhh," Grell sighed heavily, and took a step back away from Ciel this time, and crossed his arms with a pout, "Okay, fine. If you really must know, I have a selfish request of my own, besides the one involving our romantic date together, that involved me interrupting your little dinner set up for a moment."

"I'm listening," Sebastian advanced another step, which caused Grell to step back again this time as well, though he had released his arms from his haughty cross, and now traced them along Ciel's leg. He once again hit a needle and yanked it free, followed by another two in Ciel's feet, as he rounded the table while drawing out his heavy and somewhat intricate 'reason' for interrupting Sebastian's moment of glory.

"You see, I wanted to see Ciel's dramatic cinematic record before everyone else did. I wanted to see its raw emotion, its delicate moments, and any... you know... special scenes that you two may have shared. Completely unedited~!" Grell's voice had gone up an octave with the mention of perversion, and it hurt Ciel's head to hear any more. His mind was given a break from it's concentration on the Death God's voice, as another pin was yanked out of his leg and he was sent reeling over the new shock of pain.

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, whether in consideration that this tripe was the truth, or shock of the very mention of himself having any sort of relation to his tiny master. He tapped his chin briefly, as Grell took a few steps back again, but tripped, falling onto the table and Ciel's left side.

Ciel immediately realized this was a facade, as the redhead searched his stomach for the promised pin, looking like he was trying to correct his situation and failing horribly. It took a few seconds of tedious scrambling, but he found his item, and yanked it out, standing up with a 'Haha~!" and turning to around to a pair of crimson eyes that now were burning with a hearty malice inches away. A smile now played on his lips as Grell's jade eyes flicked between his hand which was in a pincer-like pose, and those two devilish eyes.

"Oh dear, is correcting one's stance after such a topple really worth such celebration, my dear?" Sebastian's pale hand snaked about Grell's black gloved one, and held it up eye level, "Or, is the fact that you are undoing my restraints while lying like a snake to my face the real cause for your happiness?"

In a flash, Sebastian had Grell's throat in his hand, inches above the floor with his back pressed against the wall. Grell strained through the coughs to say, "So what? You going to add a crimson butterfly to your collection as well?"

"More like a scarlet cockroach," Sebastian laughed, tightening his grip, "And there's only one way to destroy one of those... obliterate it completely until there is not a single piece of it left to twitch."

Grell struggled against the lock, clawing with covered hands at the hands that held him aloft. Somehow, he managed to raise one leg up enough to kick Sebastian away from him. They both fell away from the wall, and the red head was able to wrench free, rubbing his neck vigorously with one hand.

"You bastard!" He shouted, feeling the rising bruises there, "how dare you treat a lady with such force!"

"I see no lady," Sebastian mocked, "just a cockroach in a red coat."

"Take that back!" Grell screeched, and he lunged for the demon, who launched him over his body and onto the table. The Death God fell against Ciel's body, and it took him a second to recover his senses, before he saw Sebastian's eyes, still alight in the darkness, turn to look up at him from below the table and begin to rise. Grell searched over Ciel's body frantically for the final pins, finding the one in his left palm and the one in his eye, before Sebastian grabbed a hold of Grell's midsection and threw him off of the table and against the other wall. Grell got up from the ground, and held his hands in front of him in a 'T'.

"Time out," Grell called, "I broke my heel."

"That's not the only thing I'm going to break in a moment," Sebastian's voice said in the dark, as he advanced upon the poor Death God once again.

"Wait a min-!" Grell shouted, before a loud crack resonated throughout the room, and he shouted, "OW!" from against another wall. Ciel strained to hear, though the sound of struggles from the corner of the room sounded like there was a stalemate.

Finally, Grell said, "Think about it, Sebastian! Aren't you being a little hasty? For a demon who prides himself on his everlasting patience and work ethic, you really are doing a rush job when it comes to this kid of yours."

Sebastian responded with a bitter, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Look at him! He's got to be bland! So young, there's not much flavor there, I'm sure! If it were I who was to devour a soul, I'd have it marinated in every spice of sin and torture that I could think of. Why invest so much energy in something that will not taste satisfying to the man who worked so hard to achieve it at the end of his day?"

There was a long silence, before the Death God continued, this time in a slight purr, "He hasn't even tasted lust yet, Sebastian... he hasn't been drenched in anything but hatred... one spice is nice, but why not make him a symphony of flavors? Why eat him now, while he's been nestled in the lap of luxury? Sure, he's loved and lost, but has he lost everything? Why should your moment of liberation last a single minute? Why not make him pay you back in full for every menial task he's ever forced you to do? Make him taste what it is truly like to loose everything."

Grell smiled this time, his voice carrying a vicious glee as he got carried away with his speech, "Make him taste despair in your name, Sebastian... then maybe you can drive off that annoying feeling that is telling you that you don't want to take his soul away. Think about the remarkable flavor as he looks at you with a face full of pure hatred as you baste him in every man's nightmare. Show him the true meaning of the contract he signed with you."

Sebastian remained silent as Grell walked a couple steps away and dusted off his shoulders, "It's really your decision. I give up on this whole ordeal, and I'll just explain that I thought it wasn't worth the trouble."

The Death God paused before heading for the door, and went to the headboard side of the table, bending over to lightly kiss Ciel's forehead. The boy would have shuddered, given the ability, but he was distracted by a peculiar whisper that the Death God uttered before pulling away and turning to leave the mausoleum. His hand was upon the door before he paused and looked at Sebastian, "Sebastian... think of this also, by Ciel's order, and my own request, you will take that last pin out of him yourself and give this some thought."

The demon was silent, and remained staring at Ciel for a long time, not honoring Grell with any sort of attention thereafter. Grell smiled wide and waved, "Cheery-bye~!" before leaving through the door and slamming it shut behind him, dousing the crypt once again with a blanket of blackness.

Without searching, Sebastian's fingers found the nail through Ciel's neck, and wrapped around it. With a steady jerk, the pin came free, and Ciel Phantomhive's body immediately propelled itself into a rainbow-like arch, his voice rumbling up his throat as if Hell itself was now clawing it's way out of his lungs. His freed hands clawed at his body, feeling all the prickles through his skin and pawing at the places obsessively, little rivers of blood suddenly forming, before Sebastian leaned over and brushed his lips against Ciel's once again. His head spun for a moment; the dark world, with it's barely visible silhouettes of his surroundings, seemed to quiver, and the youth instantly fell unconscious, drifting away from the darkened room, and off into some unknown dimension.

So that was Chapter 2! I hope that you liked it! Confused? All will be revealed in the chapters to come!