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Chapter 7: The One Time Luck is on Our Side
A/N: Hello, my readers. I have been stressed out like crazy. Yes, maybe I am going crazy.
Marching band is driving me insane, school starts in two weeks, and my brother is leaving for collage. Ugh, I am so stressed it's making me miserable.
Is this story even going well? Doesn't volume 17 of the manga come out soon? Why do I continue typing? UGH!
Anyways, I have band from 9 Am to 9 PM next week, so here is your weekly update!
Say yay for chapter 7! Yay... okay...no.
READ: THIS HAS SOFT HINTS OF ALOIS X CIEL BECAUSE I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS ROMANTIC, CIEL'S HEART BELONGS TO SEBASTIAN ONLY. ALOIS IS GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE YOU WILL MEET LATER (OC). This involves super OOC. Sorry.
"Ciel, it's been a week! We need to talk!" Alois yelled outside of his best friend's bedroom door.
"It's no use," Rachael sighed. "He only comes out to eat. He makes me give him his homework, but he never speaks."
"He'll talk to me! He has to."
"Give it up, Alois. You may be his best friend, but he won't even speak to us," Vincent let out a sigh.
Rachael softly sniffled, but then began to cry. Vincent held his wife to his chest and whispered a few words of comfort.
"Ciel! Come on!" Alois called, desperate just to see Ciel's face. "Please, I'll do anything."
"He won't come out," Vincent explained. "He doesn't want to talk."
"It's because you fucking exploded on him. For all we know, he could be dead. You wouldn't fucking care, would you? Your only son is gay, and you hate that fact. You call yourself parents? What a joke," Alois snapped.
The three stood in silence besides the sounds of Rachael softly crying.
"We were terrible parents to begin with," Rachael whispered. "We had Ciel when we were young. He wasn't a bad child, but the moment he messed up we would punish him. My sister, Francis, would have raised him better."
"Rachael..."
"No, Vincent. It's true. We were too young, and we didn't give him the attention he needed. Then, Alois came along..." Rachael's voice trailed off.
"What?" Alois asked.
"You gave him everything he needed. You were everything he needed. I know it's not much, but we thank you. You have every right...to..." Rachael began crying again.
"Take him to live with you," Vincent finished.
"What! No, I'm only sixteen! I live with my father who is never home. Really, I couldn't."
"He's happier with you," Vincent stated.
Alois pondered this. If he was to take Ciel in, would it ruin their friendship? Would he be really happier with Alois?
"We also approve of this...man our son is in love with," Rachael added.
"He's a teacher," Alois explained. "He loves Ciel very much; his name is Sebastian. I approve of him, but that doesn't mean much. He's twenty-three. He's sweet, from what I heard from Ciel."
Vincent and Rachael nodded their heads in understandment.
"Take care of Ciel and yourself," Vincent softly smiled and lead his wife off.
Alois stood in front of his best friend's white bedroom door, shocked. He shook his head and concentrated on a way to get Ciel out of the room.
Suddenly, Alois remembered he had a key to Ciel's room somewhere. He pulled a small, grey key out of his pocket. The key had the letters 'BF' carved into it. Alois couldn't remember if it standed for boyfriend or best friend, but either way, it was a way to get into Ciel's room.
He inserted the key into the doornob and turned it. Alois smiled when he realized the door wasn't even locked.
Of course. Ciel knew his parents wouldn't even try to open the door, Alois silently laughed.
He opened the door to see his best friend in the worst state ever. Tears streamed down Ciel's cheeks. He sat on the bed with a blanket around his shoulders. Was that blood on the blanket? His hair was a mess. It was awful. Could he not even take care of himself?
"Go away," Ciel sniffled.
"Why the hell are you crying? You get to come home with me!"
"My parents are just giving me to you, so they don have to deal with me. They fucking hate me."
"No they don't!" Alois argued.
"I bet Sebastian hates me."
The two just stared at each other. They could have sworn they heard a door opening, but they ignored it.
"Let me give you a bath," Alois finally insisted.
"No," Ciel protested.
"It's that or you explain why there's blood on your blanket," Alois demanded.
"I...got a little carried away..." Ciel mumbled.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"
"I.."
"Pull up your sleeves."
"I don't-"
Ciel hung his head and pulled up the sleeves to his white buttoned up shirt. Across his wrists were long cuts that were recently bleeding.
"Explain," Alois barked.
"No one cares. My parents hate me..."
"That's not a enough reason, Ciel! What the fuck is wrong with you! I'm supposed to take care of you, but you can't even take care of yourself! Ciel, I fucking love you. I do. Yes, I have a boyfriend and so do you, but I love you. And I can't fucking have you cutting yourself!" Alois cried.
He sat down next to Ciel and held Ciel's head to his chest. They sat there, both crying until they fell asleep. Not that they were happy with the other, but they were best friends. Not lovers. Sure, Alois never stopped loving Ciel, but they both were in love with someone else. That was alright because at the end of the day, they were two best friends. No one would break that.
And standing at the door was Sebastian Michaelis.
A/N: Hint that they heard a door open.
I'm evil, I know.
Thanks for your support, and wait until next week.
