Why hello cunt-monkays. I see you've found my fic. It's been what. Three months? soooooooooooorry, I feel like a dirty laundromat keeping mah fics all to myself, but, in my defense, alot has been going on this month. My 16 year old sister's pregnant, the guy with whom I feel teenagery romantic attraction to is datang my best friend. who he just cheated on. with me. AH, willowood drive my friends. this is where the shit happens. Oh, and, A girl wants me to fuck her tomorrow... I need advice. I don't like vagina... but shayla's really cool, and pretty hot. Suggestions? Whatever, read my fic.

It was dark. Frighteningly so. At that age, I had no idea there were things to be far more afraid of than the dark. I lied awake; ample, azure eyes trained on my wall clock. It was officially twelve oclock, I was nine today. I heard the bang. I jumped, gasped, then I heard the feet marching down the hall. I heard my mother's scream, my father's grunt. I ran to thier room. My father was bathing in his blood, half of his skull knocked open and a bullet in his heart. My mother hadn't even tried to save him. She ran for me, picked my nine-year-old shaking body from the floor into the cold of the night. On that day we ran, and we'd been running since.

For the next few years I had resented my mother. She thought I wouldn't be able to understand, and that's why she didn't tell me. I think she just wanted me to have fond memories of my deceased father. But there was no helping it. My father was involved in a gang, The Phantoms, who killed political figures, robbed mints, held ransom for important people. The heads were two families who had at first, only done it to put food on the table. Then there was so much greed. The Phantomhive and Trancy families were richer than any king. But they all had cuts, there were maybe fifty people involved in this. still weathly, but not as wealthy. My father handled majority of the money. He was planning to run away with it. Him. By himself. He wanted his close friend, the Undertaker: Informant for The Phantoms, to mislead the gang. To tell them that we, my mother and I, had murdered my father, taken the money, put it into an account, and planned to flee. He had even bought plane tickets and made pasports for us. He knew we'd be murdered because The phantoms would ask for the code to an account we don't know about. The undertaker agreed. However, he was unlike most of the gang. Not obsessed with riches or power. Frighteningly mad, and he doesn't give out information for money. You have to amuse him for his intelligence, and he never lies when he gives it to you. He had told the Head of the Trancy Estate, and the current gang's leader that Vincent Phantomhive had planned to run with a large cut of thier money.

Still, even after the death of my father, the money was not retrieved. My mother and I had ran that day, so at that point, they suspected we were carrying it. Apparently, we were. My mother had to find us places to say, house after house to just through. She had wanted to get out of the gang ever since she gave birth to me.

It was four years since we'd began running. Exactly four years. I had almost fully recovered from those memories. But these ones are still as strong in my mind as ever. It was a six person job. I heard the simultanious breaking of windows, heard the pouring of a liquid on th floor. It was maybe two in the morning. I was thirteen today. I heard the dripping just outside my room, down the hall, and I figured into my mother's room. I heard a small strugle, thrashing, her voice. She screamed at me to get out, and that she'd save herself. They probably didn't even know my room was nearby. But now they'd be looking for me too. They figured She'd kept me somewhere away from her so I'd be harder to track down. It didn't matter what they thought then. Because I was running, and just in time. At the moment, the gas they'd poured about was set fire to.

It was his doing. The undertakers. All of his men were still in the house, he wanted them burned alive. I didn't care about that at the moment. My mother was there too. I punched and kicked as he tried forcing me into the car. I already knew he was trying to help me. I screamed that my mother was there, I had to go back. He said my mother wouldn't want to be alive if I were dead.

It's blood curdling. It chills me as it replays in my mind. The sound she made. I head it over the roaring of the flames, over the agonise groans the five burning people. Her voice, so loud, so high pitch. Her death rattle.

Ciel started awake, pausing at the too-fast swimming of his mind. He remembers where he is. He hasn't slept off all the alcohol yet. The boy stands up, a smal chill going up his spine, partially because of the frightening memory, and partially because of the temperture of the room. Shivering again, he walks over the bed, hardly comprehending why he would have opted to sleep on the couch.

The boy snugles under the covers then gasps as he feels a body next to his own. Oh, right. Sebastian's here. And he's warm. He sets himself into a comfortable position and almost immediately after doing so, he falls back asleep having far more pleasant dreams than the ones before.

Sebastian's body constricts as he realizes there's somebody in bed with him. almost immediately though, he realizes Ciel must have crawled there. checking the clock, it's about five thirty in the morning. The cello suite box is playing number four. He'd like to get up, but the small form is pressed flush against him, the blue haired head against his chest, legs entwined with his, right arm acting as pillow against his face, and left arm resting at the small of his back.

Straining his neck, sebastian brings his lips to the boys ear. "What an intimate position, I hadn't thought of you to be the type, Ciel." He whispers and the bluenette's head is snuggled further into his chest and small seemingly unconcious shiver racks his spine. Bending his arm, the older softly strokes his hair. After a few moments of stiring he feels the entire figure tense in his arms. A deep bassy laugh is heard and slowly, very slowly, the boy relaxes in Sebastian's hold.

"You know, I'm not sure if this is helplessly adorable or a little irresponsible. you met me yesterday. I was compelled to give you home. I could have easily been one of the people after your life, and yet you've made yourself so vulnerable to me. But your intellegent. I can tell that much, so I think I'll go with the former. However, you must not take me for too smart, thinking I wouldn't notice. After all, your heart beat is a little fast for someone who's supposed to be asleep." Sebastian whispers. Ciel sits up and glares, a blush prominent on his cheeks.

"This doesn't leave this room." the child mutters, poison in his voice.

"No promises." Sebastian responds, not even attempting to hide his amusement.

"I'm taking a shower." Ciel says as he runs into the hall, narrowly escaping with his pride.

"And for the record," He adds popping his head back into the door." The Undertaker told me that you were a student who had been attending the school long before We had even moved into state. So I knew you weren't involved with them. I knew you weren't paid off officially last night when you told me about your money. and besides, if I had to trust someone in this situation, I'd rather it be someone I just met than someone I've known through the years. They pose more of a risk."

Feeling accomplished, Ciel continues down the hall, blush still prominent and a slight headache. He'd barely had a glass of wine, a hang over seemed a bit far fetched, but then, it was only slight. Besides, He'd never had a drop of alcohol, or any medicines with more effect than TUMS in his lifetime, not to mention he was a lightweight, so it was understandable.

Stripping off the white shirt, night eye patch, and his underwear, and his night eye patch, he had to slip between devil's piss hot, and Hera's ice crotch cold for about five minutes until he found a proper temperture. With lukewarm water he scrubbed his body while considering Sebastian's prominent assholeism. It wasn't that he disliked Sebastian, just that he felt he should, which made it harder for him when they were in situations like that. After deeming himself clean, he washed the conditioner from his hair and stood out into the air that felt slightly more chilled than it should have due to the wetness of his body. Looking around, Ciel noticed he was forgeting something. There were no towel racks in sight. Not one. He checked the cabinets, under the sink, nothing. Feeling a heavy sense of doom, he looked out the door. He could hear the other shower running, so it seemed Sebastian was occupied. pulling the discarded shirt over his body, he left in search of a linen closet. He thought he'd seen one during the tour of the apartment. It was quiet in the hall. Taking calculated steps in silence he turned the corner and his eyes did behold the sight of a doorknob protruding from the wall. running and attempting to open it, he found that it was locked. Maybe stuck? no, indeed locked. He hadn't been in that room. With all of his jangling he han't heard Sebastian's footsteps, so he was taken completely off gaurd when he heard a cough and turned around to face him.

Clad in nothing but a crimson towel riding low around his waist, Ciel gaped at the sight. His hair was almost a full inch longer when wet, and almost completely covering his right eye. the tips were dripping small pearls of water onto his chest... Ciel's eyes trailed down the toned, tight form, starting at the prominent collar bone, over the darkened nubs against his chest, and down the small protruding muscles, down to his pelvis where the small drop disappeared. Ciel felt it finally, the burning on his cheeks as Sebastian raised his right arm to slick back the hair over his eye. There was a deep swallow and a small bob of the olders adams apple as he did so, bringing the bluenette's eyes back to the neck that was extremely alluring. The boy recognized briefly that he was baring his second blush that morning.

Ciel hadn't even noticed the red eyes trained on him as well. He hadn't even realized his indecency as they stared at one another. Sebastian's thoughts just as, if not more perverse than his own. The boy's lithe form only wearing a shirt that had become entirely see through. the eye in which the eye patch is ussually worn had his hand over it, the other open, and scanning his own body. pale legs and perfect flesh. Pert pink, almost red lips. A neck and chest that were far to inviting for comfort.

"T-... towel." Ciel managed to mutter, which brought them both somehow back to reality.

"They're in the bathroom. Theres a drawer next to the tub." Sebastian states after decoding the word in his reeling mind

The blush intesifies on Ciel's face, and the image is just on the verge of too much. Breathing in a shuddering breath, Sebastian walks in the boy's direction as Ciel swerves around him like there's fire at his heels. He run until he gets back to the bathroom sits on the closed toilet seat.

'Oh my god, that was too close! Why does he have to be so goddamn...' Ciel searches his mind for an acceptable word to describe the other, out a selection that hadn't already barraged his mind like bullets and all happened to be rather crude synonyms for statuesque.

'I'm lucky i didn't-' Ciel stops the thought not wanting even consider the though of arousal. He buries it back into whatever dark disturbing hole it came from and never wanted it to be found again.

Fisting his damp locks he pulls enough to hurt, but not enough to give him a headache. Sighing he stands as his eyes scan every square inch of the walls next to the back and indeed he sees a tiny little hollowed bump. Grabbing it, he pulls, and out comes a drawer full of multi-colored towels.

'Why the fuck, ARE THEY HIDDEN!?' Ciel demands of his brain and wraps himself in the black cloth. It soft and works to get all of the drops out of his hair. Find a comb he brushes out the loose strands and then wraps the towel tight around his body and goes into Sebastian's room. It seems he hasn't arrived yet. Looking through his drawers, he find a decent amount of clothing that is small enough to fit him. A pair of black jeans, a black button up, and a pair of boxers. 'Honestly, is everything he owns black?'

After dressing, the boy sat down on the bed. A few moments later Sebastian entered the room, dressed simalar, but it was a V-neck rather than a button-up.

"I see you've helped yourself to my clothes." Sebastian says, nodding his head in approval of the ensemble. "And my bed." Ciel was embarased, but satisfied his blush didn't make a reappearance. He tried to studder out further explanation, but sebastian gave a short laugh and interrupted.

"It's more than okay. Now, hurry up or we'll be late." He said grabbing a jacket off of his dresser.

"Late for what? School doesn't start for hours." Ciel said, confused.

"I'm aware, hurry on now. I'll be waiting in the car." Sebastian said, walking out of the room.

Ciel porndered on where they could be going at this hour. It was only about six oclock. He descided to lay in bed for a little longer than necessary to piss sebastian off a bit, then made his way out of the hotel and to the parking lot. Sebastian had his window down and was scanning the parking lot, on the verge of running back up stairs, but Ciel soon appeared.

"Honestly, I'd thought you'd been attacked. What took so long?" He asked, frantically eyeing the boy for any bruises. He was relieved when he saw nothing. Far more relieved than he felt necessary.

"You know, this and that. Now where are we going?" He asked, hopping into the passenger seat and buckling his seat belt.

"You'll see when we get there." Sebastian said smirking and pulling off.

It wasn't a long drive, and not far from school. Ciel had long since learned to diligently scan his surroundings so he knew where he'd be at all times. It was a tall building of gray brick. There were no signs, just large french doors with gold handles. There was a stream running behind the building and the sunrise began reflecting on the water.

"Sebastian, what is this place?" Ciel asks.

"It's called, 'Jolie'" Sebastian pronounces in a french accent. Ciel spoke the language. It meant lovely. The were no windows. It looked like a tenement from New York in the eighteen hundreds from the outside. Subtracting the garbage and feces ofcourse, but plain and small all the same. Sebastian held the the door open as Ciel walked inside. It was far different. Intricate floral walls held long white candles and tables were set with single white roses and covered by velour finged cloths. The only lighting was candle, and men and women were adorned in beautiful dresses and double breasted suits. There was a subtle piano melody playing just over the muted conversations. Ciel suddenly felt very underdressed.

A half-brow-half-blonde haired man came up and greeted Sebastian with hand shake.

"You've brought a guest for once! What surprise. Would this be a date for you two, prehaps?" He asked. His eyes were a yellow-green and he pushed up his large glasses by their red rims with two fingers in an unuasual way.

"Absolutely not!"Ciel insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, Ciel darling, you don't have to deny it just because there are others here. I wouldn't have them seeing me treat you any differently than the prize you are." Sebastian smirked and kissed the boy's hand. Ciel was stunned in place for a moment, a third blush crawling to his cheeks.

"Very good. Will you be at your ussual table?" The man asked and Sebastian smiled charmingly.

"Of course, ronald."

"Then we'll show Ciel, here, our finest hospitality." Ronald said grabbing two rectangular extravagantly rimmed menus. Ciel was still frozen for a few seconds after they began walking before he followed.

They walked out of a rusty metal door that did not befit the rest of the resturaunt. The music changed. It was no longer bouyant. It was calming, emotional, and very sad. Ciel recognized it. Oasis by Tarja Tarja Turunen. But the landscape was better. Befitting. It was an oasis, for a tortured soul. It looked as if painted by a twisted artist. There was a cast iron bridge that crossed the stream and beyond that, a large pond edged by dahlias. There was another bridge into the pond that led to a dark grey paint-chipping Gazeebo and inside of it was thier table. The table cloth had a taddered quality and a dark color, along with the rose that was such a dark purple it almost matched. There was a candle also whose flame danced in the very slight wind. On the pond, petals from various black roses sat atop the calm water, and beyond the scene the midnight blue sky was casting it's first few rays of sunlight that were soon minisculed but silver-lined clouds.

Ciel was completely struck. The stream added a rainy quality to the music's sound, and he felt tears spring into his eyes. Sometimes sheer beauty can to this to him.

Ronald seated them. Sebastian pushed Ciel's chair up to the table. The silverware reminded him of Sebastian's. The older scanned his menu as Ronald gave them a few moments to decide, walking back inside. Sebastian let the menu down and looked at the other.

"What do you think?" He asks, and Ciel's eyes are still drinking the scene.

"It's so sad..." Was all the boy could muster beyond his wonderment.

"Sad is happy for deep people." Sebastian commented, looking at the boy again. "You don't like it?" He asks and Ciel made eye contact with the red irises that belong to the other.

"No. I love it." Ciel says, and his voice is hoarse. The song is changing to Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Shaking himself from his daze, the boy scans his menu.

Sebastian smiles at the boy's aproval and finishes his decision as well.

As Ronald returns to take the orders, (Coq au vin for sebastian and profiteroles for ciel) and comes out with them not ten minutes later, Ciel finds himself quickly getting used to this luxury. But one thing is on his mind.

"Sebastian, why are you doing all of this for me? There has to be ulterior motives. I'm wanted by murderers, and you chose me. It' more than just generosity. I'm not stupid. Give me a straight forward answer." Ciel demanded in an even voice, the music in the backround strengthening his words.

"Well... When I saw you yesterday... I was struck by you." Sebastian admitted, trying to think. He wasn't completely sure himself, honestly.

"So you thought I was pretty? That's not good enough." Ciel says, his voice rising.

"Yes, Ciel, I did think you were pretty." Ciel grew nervous as his joke turned into a confession. "But, you seemed so... Your eye held pain that I'd never before seen in a person. Anger and sadness. Beauty too. But, most of all. I could see a glint, like hope, for the future, or the present, or nostalgic moment of the past. I felt as if..." Sebastian paused for long moment, meeting Ciel's visable eye. "I felt as if you had a reason for exsisting, a strong reason, not because you should, or because you have to, or because your like me and you're just too afraid to end it. And i felt, that you could give me... a reason to exsist too." Sebastian said. He wasn't even aware about the words falling from his mouth anymore. Not even sure if he felt them, but still they came, as if they were too intense not to be spoken. In that moment, Sebastian gave a broken smile.

Ciel felt tears pounce into his eyes. They didn't fall, but they sat there. a lump grew in his throat and he smiled at the red irises. Sometimes, sheer beauty can do this to him.

After dinner, Ciel and Sebastian went to school which was slowly begining. They took thier seats in first period. Miss Annafellows had been replaced by a man with a brown mustache that matched his hair. He demanded everyone refer to him as Fred. Ciel sat still and examined the man skeptically. Sebastian's eyes were focused on the door when he saw the shadow of a person standing there. His eyes focused on the teacher when the boy was identified.

"Everyone, a new student will also be joining us today. His name is Alois Faustian."

A blonde boy with black shorts and striped purple jacket walked through the door. He was wearing a tight black shirt and bots that ended just above the knees. He smiled a bright, practiced smile and waved an exuberant hello with both hands.

"Hello, nice to meet you all." He said. His eyes fell on the blue haired boy in the back as he gave him a wink. Looking at Sebastian him smile died to scowl that he quickly changed in an abnormal, neurotic sort of way.

"I look forward to becoming very close with all of you." He said, and his eyes met the only visable blue one as a small, machiavellian chuckle.

'Your in check, Phantom.'

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