JUDAS
A Kuroshitsuji fan fiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns the characters and yes, if you can guess, the title belongs to Lady Gaga.
I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! -flails- Want to know why? Because Saturday night, in Atlanta, I was at the Atlanta Symphony Hall watching none other than... "Distant Worlds: Music from Final Fantasy". YES, I HEARD FF MUSIC BEING PERFORMED BY MY ORCHESTRA and that's not all. The great Nobuo Uematsu WAS THERE! I WAS IN THE SAME FUGGIN' BUILDING AS THE GREAT MUSICAL GOD HIMSELF WAS THERE! So, I've been in a daze of Final Fantasy-ing and trying to upload all my pictures from the show, though photography and filming was not allowed. -coughs and hides camera- C'mon... I HAD to do it. -grins- Then, I re-watched the "Judas" music video and watched Gaga's HBO special from the Monster Ball. And I got back on track, baby I WAS BORN THIS WAY! -lawls-.
P.S.- When the conductor, Arnie Roth, asked if we wanted to hear one more song, apparently, I was the first to SCREAM out, "ONE-WINGED ANGEL!" and the pit heard me and agreed. I STARTED THAT. -dies happily-
Review nicely and happy reading!
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Tormented was not the word.
Nor was aggravated, pissed off, and-or frustrated.
It was more of scathingly ANNOYED.
Ciel pushed his bangs off his forehead bitterly, narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He could not BELIEVE that he was caught in Sebastian's apartment. He just had to be curious and... stalker-ish. Groaning once more, he slammed his face down into the pillow that was on his lap and wanted to die. He was sure, so sure!, that the man would say something to his father in the morning about his little adventure into Apartment 666 or Casa de Sexy Assistant. Ciel bit down on feather-down material and groaned again. Was it THAT bad to be obsessed over something such as this man? The man with a gorgeous body and cat-like features... Ciel sat up straight as a rod, his face paler than normal and eyes wide like saucers.
"Oh hell. No, no, no, no, no!," he hissed, feeling his skin crawl.
Was he...? No, it couldn't be.
... could he?
Was it possible for the boy have any type of feelings for a person of the same sex?
Ciel sank back down, dread now heavy on his heart.
"I can't be. It isn't normal," he breathed, nearly hugging the pillow into his body. "I can't feel like this. There's no way," he told himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
He heard Rachel and Vincent's laughter from the dinning room, where dinner was being set. Ciel did not long for the comfort of food, not even for the large double-chocolate cake his mother painstakingly created for him. The thought of the thick, sweet cocoa icing made his stomach turn slightly until he had the image of Sebastian in a kitchen, offering him some off of a spatula, smiling that DAMN SMIRK, but dressed in nothing but jeans... the boy blushed in the comfort of his room and peeled off his body from the bed, dashing to the dinning room.
Maybe one slice wouldn't hurt.
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As he walked down the hallway at school, the boy couldn't help but feel misplaced. It was more of a feeling not belonging there that was stronger than before. Perhaps it had to do something with the Trancy kid. He was quite popular among students for being a "golden child" and too provocatively flirty, casting his pretty blue eyes in any direction to get his way. The incident that happened in gym the other day might had something to do with the dirty looks, whispering behind hands, angry scowling. Ciel ignored this, tapping on the keypad of his Blackberry with a rather dull expression as he browsed in the Funtom archives for fun.
'Damn brat. Why does he constantly try to make things difficult for me? It's not my fault that my father successfully pushed his own out of the industry.' Ciel couldn't help but smirk a little and turning a corner, he met something hard and warm before landing flat on his back-
if he DID fall, that is.
A strong hand held onto his back and lifted him up as the child peered up behind his shaggy bangs and nearly wet himself at the sight of Sebastian Michaelis.
IN HIS SCHOOL.
The boy pushed away, furious and embarrassed to be in such a state he was in now. "Wh-wh-what are you doing here?," he spluttered, feeling heat crawl on his face. Sebastian simply smiled and bowed some. "I have come here on the request of your father to escort you to the office. He knows that you believe the rest of the classes today are a bore, so, here I am to take you," the man explained in a soft, easy voice that didn't settle well with the young child. Ciel raised a delicate brow and eyed him warily. "I don't believe you," he said with a note of finality. Sebastian nodded and brought out his phone, dialing the office number. "Then you may speak to him if you wish," the man smiled, his eyes flashing.
Ciel gnashed down on his teeth as he snatched away the iPhone and brought the receiver to his ear, the sound of his father's voice filtering in his ear. Ciel spoke to him quietly, angry.
"Father, why the HELL is this man here?"
"To pick you up...?"
"Why?"
Silence.
"Ciel, I can't say precisely why, but it's for a good reason. Please, come to the office with Mr. Michaelis. I would feel safe if you did so," Vincent murmured, a change in the undertone of his voice. Ciel furrowed his brow, confused. "Father... what's going on?," he breathed. "I can't say over the phone. Just please come to the office, son."
"... Fine."
A pause.
"I love you, Ciel."
"... I... love you too, Father..."
'Click.'
The boy turned off the phone, silently and looking up to stare at the face of the dark man, the child didn't know what was going on. And it seemed that it was of great importance.
"I order you to get me to my father. As fast as you can."
A quick bow, a grasp of a thin wrist, and the two flew down the large hallway towards the exit. All the while, Ciel's heart raced madly. Not just because he came into contact with the man, but that something seemed wrong.
Something was going to happen.
But what was it?
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The ride in the limo was silent as Ciel fumed to himself, hunched down and arms crossed over his chest. It was sight that Sebastian had seen more than once before. He cleared his throat lightly from the other side of the car and opened his mouth. "Does the young Phantomhive care for something to drink?," he offered. The boy turned his nose up, closing his eye. "No thank you. And I wouldn't dare accept it from you. You might have done something to the drink. If I don't know you well enough, I won't trust you," came the cool, sullen answer.
Sebastian pursed his lips a bit, studied the boy, then took in a quite, deep breath, closing his wine-colored eyes. 'Patience...' Opening them, he bowed his head. "I apologize, young sir, and offer my sincerest offering." The child opened his sapphire eye, studying the man before him. Dressed in a sharp ebony blazer, white button down with black slacks and a dark gray tie, the man was a sight for sore eyes. A yummy sight, that was. He reeked of professionalism, perfection, no nonsense, and gratitude. He opted to please whomever, no matter what the cause or sacrifice. Could he trust this man? Ciel thought hard and then remembered yesterday's incident. Blushing some, he bit down on his lip and felt the eye patch rub against his skin in aggravation. "... never mind. I will take water for the moment. Once we are inside the building, I expect some tea," he requested in an almost haughty tone, looking over at Sebastian from his nose. The man nodded and reached into the small refrigerator, grabbing a tall bottled water.
"Excellent, sir. Oh, and may I remind you-
you still have to figure out the reason of how and why you came over to my apartment previous. I think I will enjoy hearing the answer to that," Sebastian almost sneered, his eyes glinting. Ciel blanched, the color draining from his face. He clutched at the leather interior of his seat, wanting to rip through it.
"I... I will not give you a reason until th-this issue with my Father is cleared! And why bring it up in a matter like this?," the child practically screeched, feeling like a rabbit trapped in a cage. Sebastian leaned back, cradling the bottle in his hand like a precious item. He seemed to be gloating in a sense, like a large feline, ready to pounce. "I just wanted to see your reaction."
"Ugh! Honestly!"
"No, I don't believe that it is anything irrational, young sir. I'm just curious at why a twelve year old had the urge and audacity to sneak into one's home while they are asleep. And stepping on their pet's tail, no doubt."
"I didn't know the thing was THERE!," Ciel howled.
"It is not a thing. Her name is Selene."
A raised brow.
"Selene?"
Sebastian sighed. "Named after the Goddess of the Moon? I am partial to Roman mythology."
The boy growled low in his throat. "I don't care if she was named after the Queen of England! Now, give me that water!"
The man held it out, jiggling it like a prize. He was smiling now, revealing bright white teeth that nearly stunned Ciel for a brief moment, marveling at just how it made the man look even more irresistible. "If you want it, you need to answer my question," he said lightly. Ciel pouted heavily, ready to snap. The more the man got on his nerves, the more his excitement raced high, pumping him full of energy and adrenaline. Here he was, practically flirting with him and JESTING AT HIM! Him, the son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive, power couple in the state! Mind racing, the boy then laid out his cards on the table.
Oh, he knew what to do- what LOOK to do... he had seen his mother do it plenty of times to get her way at the final drawing room for her clothes. It was time to bring out his secret weapon.
Taking in a deep breath, and trying to compose his dignity and pride, the boy slid off the seat and leaned forward, placing his tiny hands on Sebastian's kneecaps, sliding them up slowly. He could feel the scratchy material of the pants against his damp palms. His fingers could feel the tense muscle and power underneath the cloth. He gazed up from under his bangs and eyelashes, lowering them and felt his lips move up in a sly, coy smile. That was the look. He felt powerful, in control. He raised his head, meeting the face of Sebastian, who stared at him with an odd expression of sorts with a blank face.
"Now... you can't honestly say that it was a mistake for me to do that, can you?," Ciel breathed some, raising a hand to trace along Sebastian's chin. A shock ran through his fingers, sending chills down his spine like a trickling of water. "No. I don't believe it was. In fact, I was sure that it would have happen. Just... not that soon," the man said lowly, almost a rumble. He narrowed his eyes some, the color of them darkening. Ciel smirked cutely and nearly pressed against the assistant, almost in his lap. "Oh, I can say curiosity got the best of me. But in order for me to know someone, I have to dig around," Ciel hummed. A warm hand found its way on Ciel's side, rubbing it in slow circles. Ciel felt fear slash through him like a hot dagger.
'How far are you willing to go, Ciel?,' his mind screamed.
"... do you even know what you are doing?," Sebastian asked, tilting his head to the side, peering down at the boy. Ciel was now on the man's lap, legs encasing over his hips. He ran his hands up the lapels of the blazer and around the sturdy neck, feeling now the soft skin and his heart nearly lept from his chest. "I have an idea," came the small reply from the cherry-stained mouth. A glassy eye of sapphire was fixed on Sebastian's lips, curious and hungry. His mind became blank as a canvas. His index finger found its way to Sebastian's bottom lip, tracing the plump flesh as if finding a new discovery. The warm breath wrapped around the digit from the mouth, the chills now growing stronger. Ciel's stomach dived and something in his lower half tingled.
"Ciel."
It was a sound of sweet honey, promises of naughty things in the dark, and burning liquor that made Ciel moan quietly, breath hitching.
The boy was in a trance now. He went forward, inclining his neck out to try and grasp the man's mouth with his own when the limo came to a complete stop, sending the child backwards with a confused, soft cry.
They were at the Funtom Toy Company.
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Ciel stalked the large, white and glass hallways, furious and appalled at his actions.
'Slut much?'
'Shut. The. Hell. UP.'
Once the limo had stopped, Sebastian went right back into assistant mode, picked the boy up, dusted him off and exited the car, opening the door for him. Once out and clothes straightened, he looked up at the man who gave him the water bottle and walked inside, not looking back. Not saying one word.
"Bastard," the boy growled angrily.
He barged into his father's office, throwing everything down, clearing pissed and somewhat sexually frustrated. He would look into that later...
"Father! Are you okay?," he asked, seeing Vincent sitting at his desk with a tired expression. His hands were buried in his hairs, elbows on the desk top. Papers were scattered everywhere around him. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and the tie loosened. "I'm... okay, Ciel. Things are not going well as I expected," he mumbled. "What's wrong?," the son asked, walking around the desk and placed a hand on his shoulder. "... there's some things... in this life that you can never expect, Ciel. All I can say, is that you do your best and what's right. No matter what," Vincent said cryptically, turning his eyes to his boy, smiling sadly almost. Ciel didn't answer back, unsure how to.
"Father-"
"I want you to have this."
"What is it?," the boy asked, looking at the box that was now in the palm of Vincent's hand. He opened it, revealing a large ring of silver and sapphire, the cut of it square. "This has been the my family for years. Given to me by my father, and my father's father before him and so on. It's about time that I gave it to you," Vincent pressed on, lifting the jewelry out from its confinement. They looked upon in wonderingly, the light catching the blue. With a gentle smile, he took Ciel's left hand and slid the ring onto his thumb. "There. A perfect fit. Nothing less expected that from a Phantomhive," he said in a tone that seemed quite mysterious. Ciel studied it, incapable of words.
"I... I don't... hm. Thank you, Father," he whispered.
Vincent sighed and ruffled his son's hair. "No, it's fine, Ciel. I just wanted you to have it in case-"
The office line rang, interrupting their conversation. Vincent picked up the receiver and winked at Ciel, and then started talking. The boy walked away, eyes still on the ring. He suddenly didn't feel like staying anymore. There was a funny taste in his mouth and a heavy lodge in his chest. Shaking his head, he picked up his jacket and messenger bag slowly, picking up bits and pieces of the conversation going on across the room.
It seemed cryptic. Out of place.
Ciel turned and his eye landed on his father, wondering what had happened. That phone call from earlier didn't seem right still at all. Neither did this. Vincent waved to him and waved, looking cheerful. But a forced cheerful at that.
The boy waved too, the light catching from the ring.
He opened the door and walked out, hoping that Rachel was at home and would fix him some sweets to eat.
Little did he know, that soon, the chess pieces were lining up on the board and two of the pawns were about to be pushed off the black and white checkered arena.
The king will stand tall and observe his subjects from afar, soon to move up.
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'Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain.'
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Wow... this is AWESOME. I just amazed myself. Fwahahahaha...
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-
Later Days...!
-SD