I know it's been forever. I am so sorry. I hope you all aren't too mad at me.
I would like to thank everyone who read, liked and/or reviewed my last chapter. I appreciate all the feedback and I enjoy hearing from all of you. I hope this chapter makes up for my being absent for so long!
After doing research, I found that Mengele really did preform the experiment about changing eye color in the camps. It really fit in my story for Ciel but I just can't even think of the pain it would have caused the people who went through it. The descriptions of it were brutal to read and watch (netflix has some really good documentaries.) I'm trying to be as historically possible as I can be, but all this research is just so damn depressing...
I hope you all enjoy reading this however. I feel that this chapter went a little fast... I'm sorry if it did. Also, if you guys think that I need to change the rating please let me know. I don't think it's too bad with the language yet but I rather be safe than sorry. If anyone has a problem with it, please let me know and I will make sure to change it ASAP. Thank you all again!
"Let go of me!" Ciel demanded, fighting to get his arm out of the nurses hold, but she was surprisingly strong for such a petite girl. "Get off me!'
"Strap him in won't you my dear." Mengele cooed calmly as he fitted his white gloves over his hands. Ciel roared in fury as the two women held him down on the hospital bed and fastened the restraints around his wrists. He cursed and twisted in the bindings but to no avail. "My what a feisty little beauty we have." The doctor joked, walking over to look straight down at Ciel. "Don't forget his ankles too."
"Why are you doing this?" Ciel hissed, trying to kick one of the nurses as they moved down to his feet. He missed and she grabbed his leg firmly.
"Don't fret my dear boy, it'll all be over soon. Things will go a lot faster if you just relax." But Ciel couldn't have relaxed, even if he wanted to. Finny's words echoed in his head like a never-ending church bell. The dungeon-like room only added to his anxiety as his eyes darted over the surgical instruments laid out by his side.
"W-what are you going to do with me?" Ciel asked, his anger becoming fear as he no longer had control of his limbs.
Mengele only smiled in response and Ciel watched horrified as he removed a needle from the side table. The doctor grinned as he tapped the syringe to remove any bubbles from the clear liquid inside. Ciel's mind consequently rushed back to the sight of Finnian's neck and the black flesh that now took over it.
"Stop!" Ciel screamed but the doctor didn't stop and Ciel yelled as the needle pierced the soft flesh of his inner arm. Dizziness fell over the young Frenchman, his eyesight blurred and for a long, tortuous moment, Ciel thought he was going to vomit. Whatever he had just been injected with made an uncomfortable heat wash over his small body.
"You, my boy, have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. But my real joy is heterochromia, more simply, two different colored eyes. I am in the process of creating this new drug that will be used to turn the eye a different color and you seem to be the perfect candidate." Ciel heard the words but couldn't register what that meant. How could someone change your eye color? Was such a thing even possible?
"We'll use your right eye since it's already been marked by a German hand." Mengele said. Ciel watched him in confusion as the doctor took a bottle from his table. It was an eyedropper, Ciel could make out that much, but the liquid inside was a sickly, green color.
"S-Stop!" Ciel demanded as the man drew closer and closer to him. One of the nurses placed her hand over his forehead to pin him down while the other used her thumb and index finger to pry his eyelids apart. Ciel tried to turn away, tried bucking free from the bed but Mengele was there above him and suddenly three drops of liquid fell into Ciel's right eye.
Pain... sharp,blinding, burning pain. It was the last thing Ciel remembered before darkness took over him.
Sebastian found Armin in the cafeteria surrounded by other guard members. If asked, Sebastian could have been able to recite each person's name and rank, but that was as far as his knowledge of his colleagues went. He wasn't a sociable person, at least not here, and the few members he did speak to, he did so because of orders. As Sebastian approached them, Armin saw and motioned him over, grinning mischievously.
"Bout time you got here! Sit down, I was telling everyone of my reassignment!" Armin chuckled. "I know you'll miss me, we'll have to try and find you another roommate."
Sebastian stood behind his friend. His insides squirmed with apprehension but guilt also tightened his chest. He had given so little thought about his roommate leaving and this was his last day here. "Sure we will. But, can I have a word with you?" Sebastian asked quietly, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself.
Armin either didn't hear or didn't want to answer, he picked up his mug and took another swig from his drink. "Yes sir! Of course, it'll be hard to replace me! Maybe we should just get you a cute little jew girl to tend to you no?" The way Armin's body slouched and the slight slur of his words confirmed Sebastian's suspicions that it was not coffee in his friend's mug.
"Maybe, but if I could-" Sebastian started, but was cut off by another guard.
"Hey! Now there's an idea! You got to have a little favorite?" Before Sebastian could shake his head and explain that he never slept with a prisoner, Armin grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down on the bench to sit.
"You kidding? Sebastian's more of a virgin than any of those little sluts!" Armin laughed. "He's never took one for himself!" The group turned to stare at Sebastian in surprise and he could do nothing to hide the blush that was burning it's way up his neck.
"Truly? You've never taken one?" Claude asked. Sebastian could only shake his head before he continued. "None of them look good to you? Maybe they're just too old for you? I have this young little one-"
"No. It's not that..." Sebastian replied quickly.
"Maybe he isn't into the girls." Peter replied. Sebastian's ears burned with the embarrassment and at his reaction, the men took it as a conformation.
"So that's it!" Armin cried out happily, throwing his arm over Sebastian's shoulder.
"Well, that explains why you were staring at that new blue eyed French boy yesterday!" Claude chuckled.
"I know the one! He sure is a little cutie. No need to be embarrassed, we've all tried one before. The girls are as good as any, they get the job done, but there's something about these little Jew cocks, am I right?" The table let out a cheer of approval but Sebastian wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and disappear.
This was the exact opposite of how he had wanted the talk about Ciel to go. Not with so many people staring at him, egging him on like a schoolboy about to have sex for the first time. He decided that he would have to come back to talk to Armin, hopefully when he was a little more sober. He couldn't do much to help the boy as it was anyways. By this time, Mengele undoubtedly had him. Sebastian stood, meaning to excuse himself to his duties when Armin grabbed him again.
"I tell you what Sebby. I'm giving you the French boy as a parting gift, yeah? That way every time you're ramming it into him you'll be thinking about me!" The table cheered again in what they thought was a show of manly affection but Sebastian dared not argue. He had wanted to have time alone with the boy, not at all for the reason's that his friends thought, but if they truly would leave the boy in his care he was not about to ruin the chance.
The men all stared, waiting for Sebastian's reaction and he made himself smile. "I... I thought these things were forbidden. Isn't that why the Jews are here?" That caused a round of laughter.
"Yeah right. You think that Mengele would have spared them the chambers? They're all here to entertain us. It's about time you use the privilege boy. All of us have our own favorites, we'll make sure the French boy is known to be yours." Lars, one of the older officers, winked.
Sebastian nodded hesitantly and took the mug of beer they had poured him, allowing his fellow guards to slap him amiably on the back in congratulations. Armin, hugged him around the waist and began to hum a drunken tune, causing his friends to jump in and begin singing themselves. Sebastian did not join in the camaraderie. He remained silent and sober, forcing a slight smile whenever someone looked his way.
This was not the image he wanted to people to have of him. He was not that kind of person. He did not enjoy the pain and torture of the prisoners and he did not agree with the actions of the soldiers.
As he sat there however, another thought plagued him. What would he do when he and the boy were alone? He knew he could not hurt him, but if he didn't, would the french boy tell? Even if he didn't, the meeting itself would be awkward. Even if he convinced the boy that he was a friend, what could they possibly have to say to one another? What could they possibly do together? 'I really didn't think this one through...' Sebastian thought to himself as he absentmindedly watched the guards raise their glass' in a toast.
Soon their shift started and those sitting at the table parted ways to their duties, but as Armin had no duties left, he followed Sebastian to his post, staggering a bit as he walked next to his taller friend. "Will you be alright drinking so much this early in the morning?" Sebastian questioned, slightly worried that Armin may do something too crazy around the prisoners.
"Eh, I'm going to go sleep it off. I was suppose to spend the day packing but I did it all last night... Say, you excited about the French boy?" Sebastian stiffened noticeably at the words. Nervous? Yes. Embarrassed? Completely, but not excited. Armin laughed, misreading Sebastian's demeanor and leaned against him. "Well, you just do your duty, and when it's over, there will be a nice little surprise for you." Armin gave him a wink before spinning around on his heal and nearly skipping back to the barracks.
Sebastian watched him go with an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach.
Ciel woke from the massive pain in his right eye. He clenched the blankets beneath him and bit his lip to keep from whimpering. The whole right side of his face felt as if it were on fire and to his immense fear, he found he could not open his eye. Panic overwhelmed him and he shot up into a sitting positioned, searching for Mengele or the nurses. He relaxed a bit when he saw they were not there, but the comfortableness faded as he realized he was not with the other members of Block 10 either.
He was lying on a cot inside a small, homely room. Next to him was a bedside table and across was a window. One look at it showed that night had come again. It was unnerving that he had been unconcious for so long but a large part of himself wished that it had been longer. The pain he felt throughout his body was almost unbearable. He tried to focus on his surroundings instead.
A writing desk sat under the window and a door to the left of it. On the opposite side of the room sat an unoccupied, second cot. Ciel tried to think of how he got here, and where here was but his reason failed and as another wave of dizziness spread over him he felt his face, afraid of what horrors the doctor had bestowed upon him.
Ciel was relieved to feel that his eye was still in tact though it was swollen shut. The light touch however, sent a painful shock through his body and he gasped from the sudden intensity. He fell back down on the cot with his body feeling heavy and his head pounding. Caring little of what happened next, he curled himself into a ball on his left side and gently covered his face with his hand. He was always cold, and his icicle like fingers were soothing to the swelling. He thought about going and trying the door but it was probably locked and he didn't feel as if he had the strength to make it very far. He could only hope that he would be left in peace for a while.
Little did Ciel know however, that as he wished to be left in peace, Sebastian Michaelis was returning to his room from a long day of work. The S.S soldier had had to deal with one escape attempt and he had stumbled upon a new, dead body whilst he was making his rounds. He had forgotten about Armin's promise with everything that had happened, and now all he wished to do was change from his uniform and huddle under his blankets.
Sebastian sighed as he neared his door, seeing a letter sticking out of the seem of wood. He stopped and opened it, recognizing his friend's handwriting. 'Here's the present I promised you. Sorry I didn't say good bye. I don't think I would have left if I had seen you one last time... Take care my friend. -Armin" Sebastian was hit with both guilt that he was not able to see Armin off and dread as he remembered the boy that was to be 'given' to him. Frantically, Sebastian reached for his key and fumbled with the lock until the loud 'click' told him he was allowed to enter.
With shaking fingers, Sebastian opened the door to see the small body curled on his bed. The boy stiffened as he heard the door open and as Sebastian stepped inside Ciel shot up and pressed himself into the wall trying to put as much distance between the two of them as he could. Ciel's heart nearly stopped beating as he recognized the red-eyed soldier.
Sebastian was taken aback from the boy's reaction. He knew the prisoners were afraid of him, but none of them had ever acted so horrified as this boy did. Maybe it was because it was just the two of them, maybe it was because Sebastian had never had to deal with a prisoner one on one but the utter fear on the boy's face caused the soldier to freeze in worry and concern.
Gathering his wits, Sebastian closed the door and locked it, not about to let the other soldiers see the display that was about to happen. He then drew the window's curtains, aware of the boy's eye following his every movement. Finally Sebastian turned to him, feeling much more nervous than he should have.
By this time, Ciel had calmed himself down and realization dawned on him. He watched the soldier lock the door and draw the curtains and it all made sense. The guard looked as if he was about to speak but Ciel swallowed the fear that had caused him to shy away and spoke first. " Alors, où que tu m'aimes?" (So, where would you like me?)
Sebastian blinked at him in confusion, the words were harsh, cold... detached. "Quoi?" He asked, looking the boy's body up and down. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw to point of bleeding, and his already hurt eye was now swollen and black. His petite body was shaking as he sat scrunched near the wall but if it was from pain or fear, he couldn't have said. (What?)
"Que voulez-vous?" Ciel demanded impatiently, clenching his fists against the cot. "Sur mes genoux? Sur mon dos?" He glared at the guard. Why was he playing such games? Was this his sick idea of fun? Ciel was not impressed. (What do you want?... On my knees? On my back?)
Sebastian understood what the boy meant now and he shook his head. "Non, vous ne comprenez pas. Je ne t'ai pas amené ici pour-"
(No, you don't understand. I didn't bring you here for-)
"Don't lie to me!" Ciel screamed in German, his fists slamming against the mattress in anger. "Don't you dare lie to me! You think I'm stupid? You think I haven't been used by a guard before? You all see the pink triangle on my arm and suddenly I'm just asking for it right? Do whatever you want, but don't lie to me! I hate when people lie!"
Sebastian stared at the boy in surprise, from what he had said and the fact that he had spoken fluently in German. Most Jews knew Yiddish, which made it easier to understand the German language, but it would not have permitted him to speak so fluently. Since the boy was from France however, his mother language would be French and he would not have had any reason to know either Yiddish or German, especially if he came from a lower class family. That left only two other possibilities Sebastian could think of for the boy being multilingual. Either he had lived in Germany for some time before the war, or his family had a wealthy business that required different languages... So what did that make this boy?
"Who exactly are you?"
I'm already starting on the next chapter, so it shouldn't take too much time this time. (cross your fingers!) I finally get to write of the Sebastian/Ciel relationship.
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