Hey once again guys; no late update this time!

I'm so proud of myself.

Have I piqued your curiosity with my previous chapter?

I do hope so for this chapter, in the opinion of Chloe. Sweets[Beta Reader] and myself, is going to be one of the most detailed and answering to some of your previous and future questions that you will have.

Thanks for the reviews and hits, hope to get more soon!

I won't deny your treat anymore!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters, they belong to Yana Toboso.

-Sighs dreamily at Sebastian- [Wouldn't mind owning him OwO;]

Warning: Lots of lemons in later chapters, this is rated M for mature audiences. If you dislike male on male action, especially when it involves a minor, I suggest you stop and exit this story at once!


It's like you're deaf to my voice,

But I've been here for every moment.

Waiting on your call to move...

If you could just make your choice,

I know you would find me wanting,

Only to be close to you.

You keep denying my lead 'cause I've tried;

I've never pulled back my reach.

And I've stayed and I've died.

But you keep looking for me where I'm not.

-Reveries of Flight [Oh Sleeper]


Chapter 4: Ripetizione

I was pulled out of my peaceful, dreamless slumber by the sound of the drapes being spread from each other. Out of instinct, my eyes squinted before opening tardily, trying to adjust to the sudden outburst of sunshine that came in through the detailed window. First thing that came into my line of view was that devilish smirk on that pale face. Why I never tired of waking up to such a glorious sight was beyond me but I did know that when those scarlet eyes fell on my face, I could not help the burning on my cheeks from embarrassment, but of what,

I hadn't a clue. Before I could make eye contact with the majestic creature in front of me, I cleared my throat and stretched, hearing a joint crack here or there. A satisfied whimper escaped my lips as I slumped back onto my pillow after that pleasurable act. Once the grogginess released me from it's hold, my mind managed to start thinking properly, noting how dry my throat felt and how much I would fancy a cup of tea.

"Ahem...Young Master, your tea."

I shifted my gaze to notice my loyal butler return to the room backwards, holding the door open for the trolley with his derrière. The sight was rather out of character for Sebastian for he always seemed to have everything in control. I lifted my hand to my lips to keep a snicker in, passing it off as a cough. My eyes trailed after the inhuman being only to stop as he did, right beside me. On the trolley were some beautifully designed pastries along with...I inhaled and looked up at Sebastian's face, Earl Grey tea. Such a mouth watering scent, I could already feel the warm liquid run down my parched pharynx; I hurriedly composed my face into a skeptic countenance, trying in vague for my desires to not be recognized by the always teasing demon.

"Earl Grey again Sebastian," of course the words I played for Sebastian to hear were more of a statement than a question. Sebastian sighed once and shook his head in a very swift movement, handing me a Victorian silver teacup, filled with steaming tea. The brown fluid displayed my reflection in which I saw the contract gleam on the surface of my orb, I raised the teacup to my lips and took a sip, relishing in the slight burning sensation the beverage had on my tongue. I licked the corner of my lip and set the cup down on it's saucer, holding it out to Sebastian, which he took in a delicate manner.

"But of course m'Lord, only the best for your refined tastes..." Behind those carefully recited words was a hint of sarcasm which the corner of my left eye twitched at.

"Really now Sebastian?" My eyes fell on the trolley again, at that delicious looking Baklava. The melted butter and the mixed in syrup creating a sticky shine on the surface of the pastry. My eyes switched from Sebastian to the dessert and to Sebastian again, earning me another mocking grin from the demon. I sighed with regret for I realized that Sebastian had recognized the expression that I left exposed for him to witness. Without meaning to, I gulped and narrowed my eyes. "What if instead of tea I wanted espresso...mmm, what then?"

"Then I would have no other choice than to fetch my Master his espresso." A chuckle, some clinking of silverware and a minute later, a nice slice of the delicious looking pastry was on the portable table Sebastian kept on the trolley. I scoffed, my stomach growling in impatience. Without further a do, I raised a small portion on the fork and stuffed it into my mouth.

My taste buds exploded, such a perfect kind of sweet, so sweet it was painful to taste. I closed my eyes and hummed softly, hearing footsteps that led to the armoire where my clothes were neatly kept. I opened my eyes discreetly, as they looked at Sebastian from foot to head, lingering around his slim waist and broad shoulders for much longer than was thought appropriate. Shaking the disarray of hair on my head, I ate the last of my dessert and tossed my feet over the side of my bed, setting the beautifully detailed plate on the blankets. I stood completely erect as the tall raven-like man stood in front of me with a navy blue attire. Frills and a lot of ribbons were all that I could acknowledge as the exquisite material of the clothes fell over Sebastian's arm and I suddenly lost interest for I knew it would take a long time before I was presentable.

Clothing me certainly was something that Sebastian knew how to do. His feathery touches arose a foreign fluttering sensation at my abdomen and every button he clasped into place sent a shiver down my arms and legs in some kind of anticipation. When his hand lingered over the exposed skin of my chest, I inhaled sharply, trying to pass it off as a sigh of vexation but he always seemed to see through all of my pretenses. I let my arms fall to my sides once again, Sebastian towering over me, trying to rearrange my hair to his liking, once he was pleased, he nodded in an approving manner and walked back to gather all his tools that were used for my breakfast.

"Would you like to know today's schedule, m'Lord? I'm sure that what's in store for you today won't be to your liking but it's something that the head of the Phantomhive household should be able to take care of." Gingerly moving out of the way for me to walk out of my room first, his carmine eyes looked me over again, this time I saw that all the teasing was gone and there was a docile gleam to them.

"Let me make an assumption...I feel safe saying that I will have a lot of paperwork today, am I right? I'd hate to think of a day when I can actually see over my desk." I ran my hand through my hair before yawning. No matter how long I slept, I seem to be tired all the time. It couldn't possibly be stress or nervousness, I wouldn't be Ciel Phantomhive if I let little problems get to me. No, something isn't letting me sleep at night, but wouldn't Sebastian have mentioned something to me?

As my legs took even, prideful steps, I could hear Sebastian's footsteps follow behind, the nearly noiseless screeching the rolling trolley wheels made relaxed me. I stopped in front of my office and walked inside as the door was held open by my allegiant demon. I could sense him walk away from me and once again, the faint noise the wheels of the portable cart made on the linoleum caught my ears. With a huff and a groan, I made my way to my comfortable office chair, where I let my body fall onto it heavily and spun clockwise towards the window, letting my elbow land on the armrest so my hand could keep my chin propped up. I saw the breeze make the trees sway idly and I closed my eyes, feeling somewhat peaceful. I let my defenses fall as I fell into what I thought was a dreamless daze.

My nose caught the faint scent of smoke as I was awaken by a shrill scream. I sat up and lazily rubbed the haziness from my heavy eyelids. Something about that scream sounded very familiar.

Mother...

I hastily pushed the blankets aside and made my already quivering legs meet the linoleum. The nausea I felt in the pits of my stomach got stronger as the smell of burning became more pronounced. My eyes looked around my dark room and located the bright sliver of light that managed to migrate under the door; taking a hold of the knob after almost running into the hard barrier, I turned it and pushed the door outwards with all the strength I could gather. The sight around me caused my body to go into shock, beads of sweat gathering at my brow as my heart rate picked up, the heat and the predicament I was in finally registering in my mind.

MOMMY...P-PAPA!

My eyes widened as I saw the flame engulfed hallway to my left, there was no choice but to run to my right. I slapped my thighs to try and get them to move, leaving red marks and a tingly feeling on my pale skin.

Running, running, running was all I did until I walked into my papa's study, I pushed the already broken door to reveal nothing but scattered paperwork and a broken window, papa's usually organized library was disheveled and most of the books were thrown on the floor. I turned around and sprinted out of the untidy room, finding the grand staircase. Taking two steps at a time while holding on to the railing as to not fall down, my legs efficiently got me to the first floor of the mansion.

My chest was starting to ache and my lungs were beginning to protest from the stress I had just put them throug and the overexerting they were about to go through as I decided to run to the dining room as a short cut out the front door and into the garden, the way I had remembered momma had told me to do in case something like this happened. When I managed to reach the grand hall, red hand prints caught my attention. Something seemed off in the way the red of these prints didn't seem like the tomato paste I used to sneak from the kitchen for my mischief making. My legs stopped in front of the wall, my body tilting as I leaned closer and took a sniff with my nose. A faint metal scent overpowered my sense as I flinched in disgust. This...this red seemed like the liquid that seemed to gush out whenever I tripped and managed to scrape up my knees on the cement outside.

M-momma...are y-you here?

I couldn't help the foreign feeling of anxiety that was gathering in my throat, turning around and slowly walking towards my destination, I felt my legs grow weaker. The air I inhaled made me cough for I could feel the heat that the flames created approaching. My left arm wiped away at the perspiration that was trickling down my temple, my teeth bit down on my lower lip in vexation. I didn't know what was going on...where was Tanaka? And where was Sebastian, who was usually asleep at the foot of my bed? Mother...why wouldn't father answer.

Why was our home on fire...?

Surely it couldn't be that my birthday was bad omen, what did I do that was bad? Perhaps I should not have used whipped cream to draw on Sebastian's fur, maybe I should have eaten all of my carrots. Why didn't I listen to Momma when she told me not to run over the roses that the gardener had taken so long to plant and maintain!

As these thoughts ran through my mind I walked into the already inflamed dining room. The smell of burning flesh made me crouch over and regurgitate the scone I had eaten as a last minute snack. Every gag and wave of sickness made time go by, causing the flames to burn more of the wooden room. I averted my gaze from the pile of vile on the carpeted floor and my eyes caught the one image that will be burned into my memory as if the inferno had somehow transported itself inside my psyche.

My father was sitting on a chair, slumped over and being eaten by the combustion, his once handsome, serene yet serious face was nothing but charred, black skin. The suit he was dressed in was a bright orange, being consumed by the flames as if it were made of oil; My mouth opened in disbelief, trying to call out to him, I tried to go to him but some part of my brain wouldn't communicate properly with my legs. The more I stood there, the more my knees wobbled. I could no longer stand the heat in the room, hesitation took over me as I realized that the fire was a couple of feet away. The tears I wasn't aware of were running down my cheeks, refreshing my skin uncomfortably, and without another thought, I ran through the doorway on the left side of the dining room. I gazed down the long hallway, untouched by the hell but destroyed by gunshot holes on the walls and blood trails on the carpet. How had I managed to sleep through such turmoil?

Not caring if my bare feet were dirtied by the cold, red liquid, I sprinted towards faint shuffling and grunting sounds. Another piercing scream caused me to stop in my tracks as my eyes caught the bloodied forearm of a woman peeking from behind a sharp corner. My lungs were now ready to burst from the asthma attack I was having, which made it almost impossible to breathe. I had pushed myself way too hard and now I could hardly stand without wheezing and violently coughing. I could hear Tanaka trying to talk

whomever the intruder was out of something, but what, what?

I lifted my gaze only to see Tanaka sprint to me, as he approached me, my small hands reached out for him; A gun shot, his widened eyes as he gagged on his own blood. My vision was starting to blur, the sight of the woman's, no, my mother's arm ahead, Tanaka's blood spurting out of his mouth as he lost his footing and fell in front of me. My cheeks were splattered in his bodily fluid, the beads of sweat dripping onto the floor, mixing in with the running blood that was making it's way and surrounding me. I looked up once again to see a dark figure approach me slowly, step at a time. In their grasp was Sebastian's body, they held him by the fur of his neck as my beloved companion's back paws followed behind after every step, his once shiny mane was now dirtied in clotted blood. I raised my gaze to see the shadow in front of me grin with pearly whites.

No where to go...hell behind me and the Devil in front...

N-N-NOOOO, DON'T YOU DARE GET ANY C-CLOSER!

I tried to make it a command filled with venom but all that left the confines of my mouth was a less than audible yell. The shadow got closer, leaned in front of me while getting a black cloth bag out of their pocket and gathering my head in it roughly. I tried to struggle in vain for he was stronger, his one arm held me as his other tied the bag behind my head and then all I felt was a blow to my stomach. My lungs out of air, my sight gone black and my surroundings were unimportant for I was no longer conscious, everything had gone dark and quiet.


I won't be just where you want me to be.

You've got to believe,

And just trust that I can be everything.

-Reveries of Flight [Oh Sleeper]


CLIFF HANGER!

This was soooo tough to write, I finally decided to make this flashback into two chapters or it would have been waaaaaaaaaaaay too long. I'm trying not to rush the scenes since that was one of the reviews. So I added a lot of details and tried to explain what was going on as much as I possibly could.

Practice makes perfect my cups of tea, don't expect miracles from me one day to another.

So let me know what you all think of this chapter, was it a little more captivating?

I certainly enjoyed it. This is how I believe Ciel's Hell went; Since the anime nor manga explain it to such detail. It was rather hard keeping it first person, I wanted to switch to third but I remembered it was a dream/ flashback of Ciel's past, I wanted him to explain what was going on.

So, expect the other half next chapter.

Warnings for next chapter: Rape and torture of a minor and gore[I'll try my best to write gore, not very good at it] If you've no interest in reading of such things, then I suggest you skip my next chapter!

Oh oh oh, I think my Beta Reader is doing a marvelous job of putting up with my shiznits and keeping me on track with these chapters. If it weren't for them, I'd still be on chapter one; They're also doing an amazing job at proofreading my work!

Let's keep up the amazing journey, yes?

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Until next time my loves.

~Ta