AN: A short chapter but it's what I could come up with at the moment. I just needed to be able to have someone be there for Ciel when he was going through all that. I hope you liked it and thank you all for the reviews.
Warnings: Torture, cursing, violence, AU, self-insert.
I own nothing
"It's okay I'll be here to protect you."
The boy smiled at him as blood trailed down his face, a soft and gentle smile that drove the breath out of him.
Small hands gripped the bars until his skin paled and Ciel Phatomhive stared at the boy chained on the ground with wide eyes. Every day no matter how harshly the men beat him the other male always made sure to tell him the same thing. In this place of pain and suffering someone could actually be happy and he couldn't figure out how it was possible.
Ciel lost count of how many times the male had slipped out of the restraints to make sure that they never touched him. Every time he had fought, dark eyes intent to kill and movements merciless he had been overwhelmed, beaten and locked back up. It had gotten so bad that they finally were using chains to keep him in place.
"Why?" Ciel murmured.
And just like always, the answer was the same.
"Because if I don't no one else will."
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Ciel was one of the lucky ones considering. If the boy hadn't been around their captors would have paid more attention to him. But they soon realized if they tried to touch him the other male would find some way to break out of his bindings and stop them from doing so.
They soon decided to back off after the fifth time it happened, and Ciel was pretty sure they had forgotten about him.
He was the guardian that Ciel had never wished for. He had given up any hope that someone would save him from the hell he was brought to. His parents were killed and Tanaka was shot, their bodies most likely burned to ashes along with the mansion.
Then he had appeared.
"Ne, what's your name?" The boy finally asked.
Ciel stared at the boy on the floor, limbs weak from hunger and body shaking thanks to the everlasting chill that seeped into his body. The boy was no better, red blood trailed down his face from where his head had hit the ground and created a large gash. He was significantly thinner but Ciel could see the fine muscles still apparent in his arms as the boy strained against the leather.
"Ciel Phatmohive."
Ciel looks at the boy, eyes wide and mind shaken. A complete stranger had been protecting him so viciously and violently and he didn't even know his name.
"You can call me Hikaru."
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The worst part was hearing his screams afterwards.
Ciel pushed his hands against his ears as hard as he could but it didn't completely block the chilling echoes from reaching him.
The male, Hikaru was his name, had knocked down three of their captors one was sent against the wall with a chill inducing thud, another's arm was broken and the last was knocked unconscious. It had taken three other masked men to come forward and stop Hikaru as he cursed and struggled against their grips. His three victims had been sent to grab Ciel and take him into the room where most of their hostages came out broken and lifeless. Hikaru was the only one who had survived so long, even Ciel dreaded going into that room and the older boy knew that.
It was Ciel's fault that he was in pain right now.
Hikaru was strong, but in the end he was also human, he could feel pain just like anyone else. At the moment he was the only one Ciel had left.
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Ciel gripped the hand holding his face like it was going to break and forced himself to send the boy a shaky smile.
"I'll get us out of here I promise." Hikaru whispered, gaze defiant.
Ciel basked in the touch that he was finally allowed, their captors had forced Hikaru into a cage which just happened to be close to his own.
And now they were so close they could touch.
"I know." He replied.
Internally he felt his fury building underneath his skin each time he saw their captors. Anger at his situations, at what they had done to him and Hikaru. What gave them the right to torture him as they pleased?
He wished he could hurt them like Hikaru did, but he could barely even stand up thanks to the lack and food and what they put him through. He couldn't remember the last time he walked by himself.
"Ne, Ciel…"
He looked into the dark eyes that stared at him intently.
"Tell me about your life before now."
Ciel didn't find himself annoyed by the request and easily told Hikaru everything. The boy and him were stuck here and he didn't know if they'd ever get out.
When the Demon was summoned it wasn't because Ciel wanted the power to destroy their captors, he didn't even think about revenge.
All he saw was the boy who never failed to protect him chained to an altar, body lifeless as a silver dagger loomed above his chest.
He had felt fury and desperation as he screamed at his captors to stop. They couldn't take Hikaru away from him and as he reached toward the grinning shadow eagerly.
He didn't ask for revenge, instead he wanted to protect.
"Would you like some tea my lord?"
Ciel shook his head as he stared at the body on his bed and tightened his hold on the bed sheets beneath him.
"Leave."
He paid no attention to the demon and waited until he heard the door shut before finally moving. On shaky limbs he crawled up the large bed until he was level with Hikaru and lowered himself down slowly. The older boy didn't move and Ciel found himself needing to make sure he was still alive. He had ordered Sebastian to not allow him to die but still…
He placed his head on Hikaru's chest and closed his eyes.
Thump
Thump
Alive. They were both alive and safe. After all those months of fighting and screaming they were free. It cost Ciel his soul but that was a little matter.
He reached out his hand until he finally found Hikaru's and intertwined their fingers. Immediately he felt himself relax and his thought process started to slow as he held Hikaru's hand close. Neither of them were left unscarred and Ciel knew that Hikaru probably had family but he wasn't going to let the boy go.
Hikaru belonged to the Phantomhives now.
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Hikaru
At age five he was proclaimed a Martial Arts prodigy, his parents stood proudly beside him as he held up his first place award and people whispered about him on the streets. Seeing that his parents owned their own Dojo and taught classes there it wasn't hard for him to be introduced to the art at an early age. But of course his parents never thought he take to it so easily.
Then again they also didn't know he was a twenty year old who died and was reincarnated either.
He had a hard time accepting the possibility of anything of the sort happening to someone like him. He never did anything special and never was a hero for anyone in his past life. He simply lived and then died.
Why was he even here? There wasn't any war, no obvious enemies to fight or prepare for so why here of all places? Japan was one place he had only dreamed about visiting but now that he was actually born there he wondered how people could learn the language. It was full of odd characters and so many different meanings he had a hard time keeping up in school. Not to mention the fact that their rules where much more strict and their honor code so much more important then in America.
Eventually though he learned to accept the changes, and the endless amount of Sushi and enjoyed his life for the most part. He lived peacefully for 14 years with no worries, a father that cared and a mother that could kick some serious ass. He had so much more in this life then he had in the last that he wasn't sure what to think about it. Was this some sort of reward? And for what?
Then he went to the International Martial Arts Championship in London and everything changed.
As well trained as he was, Hikaru could only do so much against a group of fully grown men. They were bigger, stronger and there were more of them then there was of him. He fought tooth and nail, broke bones and sent people flying but in the end he was captured.
And that's when he finally understood.
He saw the child, small and shivering in ragged clothes and decorated in bruises. He recognized the dark-grey hair and sharp blue eyes of the small child and realized what he was supposed to do.
Many say that you don't know fear until you come between a mother and her child.
The same could be said about men, while Ciel wasn't his son he was so young and unable to defend himself that Hikaru couldn't not act.
No matter how hard they hit or how many hours he screamed underneath their knives he fought. Never before had he felt so determined to protect someone.
It was one thing to stand by and watch the plot go on and another to watch a child be tortured and do nothing about it. He wasn't cruel, he wouldn't just stand by and listen to the crazed men make a child scream because they couldn't control their selfish greed. It was only a bonus that he knew how to fight, since even if he didn't he'd still try and protect Ciel as much as he could. Now he was able to make their captors scream and regret the fact that they ever tried to touch the small child.
He grew attached to Ciel as they suffered together in a way only two people being in that situaiton could. Ciel clung to him like he was the only one left in the world and Hikaru found himself so much faster and stronger then he ever had before. The hunger clawed at his gut, the hits and cuts made him scream but mentally he could withstand anything if that meant he was protecting Ciel.
He wasn't all too surprised when they choose him as the next sacrifice so they could finally get rid of him.
And as he stared into the deep blue eyes of the very person he risked his life for over and over again, Ciel's screams sharp in his ears, he didn't feel regret.
He had protected him as much as he could, fought as hard as he could. He felt Ciel summon the demon and knew there was nothing he could have done to stop that unless he stopped the kidnapping completely. Sebastian was going to have to take his place now as Ciel's Guardian but Hikaru hoped in the very least he made the Hell Ciel went through not at horrible as it had been in cannon.
In the end he was sacrificed but never did he feel regret. This time he actually did something in his life that meant something.
He died content.
Then he woke up.
An: Sorry for any mistakes and I hoped you liked the chapter ^^