Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KURO~!
A/N: I'm going to florida for spring break WOOT WOOT! So I won't be able to update this story for about a week… :/
Sorry!~
"What are you doing?" She whispered, voice baby smooth and giddy as she peeked shyly over Ciel's angel blade shoulders. He paid her little attention as he carefully looped the stems of the white budded clovers together. She balled her tiny hand into a fist and rubbed her robin egg blue eyes sleepily.
"Here," Ciel murmured, gesturing for the girl to hold out her wrist. Tentatively he looped the clover knotted bracelet around her skin, tying the ends together so the flowers fit snug around her hand. She studied the crafty built bracelet before her face broke into a beautiful smile, pudgy filled cheeks showing off two cute dimples.
"My mommy used to make these for me!" She exclaimed, eyes gleaming. Ciel smiled, the action not meeting his eyes.
"That doesn't make you sad?" He questioned as he studied the little girl, who seemed as though talking about what she and her mother used to do when she was still alive was the most pleasant conversation she could be having. The girl turned to him, lips twitching slightly around the corners.
"Nope! My mommy visits where I sleep everyday! Some day, I'll see her, and she'll make me bracelets again!" With that the child tumbled away, blonde curls bouncing with vigor as she skipped through the knee high grass, flowers reaching forward to kiss her knees. Ciel stared at the ground under him, for although this child didn't feel saddened, he did. In fact… he studied the other children around him, some recently deceased like the blue-eyed girl, others who had past a long time ago. All wore perfect smiles, bubbly laughter. They played, and hummed, and laughed, and Ciel watched them with a forlorn expression as they carried on. They were all so happy, never sad or angry, so why was he the only one who had these other burdensome emotions?
He was running. He remembered the sticks and thorns that had plunged themselves into the soles of his feet. He remembered the pain of it. He could recall who had been chasing him, who he had wounded to get away, and he remembered that there was a man with him before he died. He just needed a name. A single name, he couldn't consider the person's face. Just his voice. The wind was cold tonight, and it spat in his face as though it could not bear to see his miserable expression. Ciel thought you were supposed to always feel one emotion in heaven, the one place he had hoped to go: Happiness. That's all you were permitted to feel. Yet he felt everything but. The clock tower wailed, bell bursting out chimes of metal and bronze as it signaled the time of midnight. Ciel's attention was dragged to the tower, up the sleek grey washed stones of the build until he spotted needlepoint shoes and leather slick pants. His heart stopped for a moment when he saw the man, whose back was hunched he bent over his knees in thought. Ciel wished he could hear his heart beating now…he had taken even that for granted. He stepped lightly on the air and began his descent. The man's eyes flicked upward, and he regarded Ciel with a calculating gaze. Then he smiled.
"How have you been, Ciel?" The boy froze, and a chilled sensation traveled up his spin as those eyes locked onto him. Red like a devils, and Angela had warned him enough of those.
"You-how do you-?" The red-eyed man cocked his head, smile sneering into a grin, and he brought forward slender fingers to brush back Ciel's windswept hair.
_ Eyes flashed and he smiled amiably, lifting up a dark nailed hand to brush away the loose strands of hair that clung by sweat to the boy's face.
Ciel shivered under the touch, but he didn't pull away. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, and the man's dark nails left a trail of warmth behind.
"Do you not remember me, Ciel? It has only been two months, surely your memory isn't that weak?" Ciel's lips parted slightly in surprise, and he couldn't help but stumble forward, the man still sitting in front of him.
"You… you're not-"
"I am Sebastian." That name said all that needed to be said, and Ciel felt the pain rip through his chest, as cold and tight as steel. The wound left and hurting open as he had died. The man's other hand came up and cupped his cheek, thumb moving in comforting swirls across the boy's dead skin. Ciel felt it hard to calculate, hard to piece his memory of his old life back together, for he was terrified of placing that found puzzle piece in its proper place again.
"I told you I'd find you, though it seems I did not have to wait too long." He stood then, eyes burning burgundy as he studied Ciel's paralyzed expression. His grin grew all the more widely, and Ciel noticed the ram horns that protruded from his head, short and twisted… his own pair of devil's horns.
