Hello!*nervous hi*...hehe ^^"" I apologise for the late update, since hell eeer...school started...I don't have time even to breathe. I also had to find another editor to corect my horbble grammar, but this chapter is long...and I hope you guys like it.

To my surprise, this fanfic was pretty short O_o... Chapter 8 will be the last one, but do not fret my dear readers^^ I have another story, I already wrote the first chapter, so I will publish it as soon as I finish "Black Ballet" It's really going to be like the best fanfic I have ever and probably will ever write:)) sooo...stay tuned I will announce the title in the last chappie of this fic.

CieL: Damn, what took you so long?-_-

T0L: Oooo...exited about my fanfics are you, Earl Phantomhive?*sparkly eyes*

Ciel: No...-_- I actually hate your stories, but I had the tiniest respect that you updated on time, now I lost that as well...*cough*

T0L: -_-...Tchy...you-you...BRAT!X(...Like I would care about your opinion! Sebastian...take him away-_-...

Sebastian: ^_^ Gladly

Ciel: O_O...Oi, Sebastian! Wait ...don't tocuh WHAAA- O_O...why me?T_T

T0L: *sniggers* Cause you're one of the cutest ukes in the anime world^_^

Alright...I don't own Kuroshitsuji!Since the story is almost like Black Swan I will also put a disclaimer on it: I don't own Black Swan.

Chapter was edited by:SandXDemonX13( THANK YOUUUU!^^*huggles*)

Enjoy chapter 7!^^


Chapter 7

A soft, mysterious melody echoed in Ciel's mind, causing him to open his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was his music box playing the eerie tune, and Ciel couldn't help but feel that the musical hammers of the decorative box were literally hitting his brain. The young dancer wanted nothing more than to close the box and put a stop to the horrid pain it was causing him, but just as he made to reach for it a slim hand stopped his movement.

"Ciel, my sweet boy, you are finally awake," his aunt caressed his head before turning to shut the music box. The boy grabbed his head and then ran his hands down his face after a moment, attempting to alleviate the pain any way that he could. He paused around his nose, inspecting it with his fingers for seconds before giving the Madame a look.

"What happened? What's this?" Ciel pointed at the bandage upon his nose, his tone demanding an answer immediately. Madame Red hushed him, wrapping the blankets around him tighter. "You collapsed in the bathroom, when I managed to open the door, with Sebastian's help, we found you unconscious on the floor. You've been asleep for four and a half days… You lost a lot of blood."

Ciel sighed tiredly, not thinking much of what his aunt said. "Four days… I must have been really tired!" The boy's eyes widened abruptly as he realized just what day it was.

"The premiere is tonight!"

Ciel yanked the blankets from himself in a rush to get up, though ended up almost falling from his bed as the pain in his head increased with a sharp stab. The red-haired woman laid him back down gently and began to pet his head, which Ciel could only assume was in attempt to soothe him.

"Don't worry, I called Will and resigned you from the show and from the company. Now you stay here and wait for me, I'm going to call the doctor and tell him that you're awake so that we can take you to the hospital." Ciel stood up, despite his aunts relentless hands urging him back down.

"I…" the words were slow to come to mind.

"I have to go…"

With renewed conviction, the boy quickly pushed her off and made for the door. The woman caught him easily though and set him back on the bed, a stern look upon her features.

"You are not going anywhere except for the hospital!" she spat the words at her nephew. He could only glare at her and grind his teeth, anger overwhelming him.

"I am not crazy!" he finally spat back at her, pushing off her demanding hands again. She was quick though, and their hands met in the air as she tried to immobilize him. "Aunt, let me go!" Ciel began to thrash in her firm grip.

"No, Ciel! You have a fever, you are ill and you are going to the hospital, whether you like it or not! It's for your own good!"

Ciel began kicking at the woman until, finally, his aunt let him go. He darted past her before she could get her hands on him again, grabbing his eye-patch from the nightstand as he moved. But he stopped in the doorway and looked back at her, giving her a look of superiority.

"For my good; for my pride, you should let me go to the show. If I were to quit now I would be a failure in dancing… Just like you."

Ciel knew how deeply those words hurt the Madame, the look in her eyes made it obvious, but now he was beyond caring. All he wanted was to get to the theatre and dance. Finally, he turned on his heel and went down the hall, not giving his aunt another glance.

As he past the kitchen, Ciel took a short look at the clock.

Oh no! I only have half an hour until the show!

Hurrying quickly to the front door after the thought, the boy snatched a coat and left the house, leaving the door to slam shut behind him. But as soon as Ciel took those first steps outside, he nearly fell right off his feet as a strong blizzard wind blew into him. He persevered through the blistering cold and harshly blowing wind though, but when combined with the quickly falling snow, Ciel began to find it ever harder to see where he was actually going. The boy could only narrow his eyes as he started to run toward the theatre, body shaking uncontrollably, breaths coming more rapidly as his pace steadily increased.

So intent on reaching the theatre in time, Ciel didn't even pause when he approached the traffic lights, he simply ran without care. But the moment he rounded the last corner and began down the familiar narrow road, he slipped on a patch of ice dusted over with the tiniest coat of snow. His face was the only thing he could feel hit the ground, as he recognized a sudden warmth blooming in his nasal passages again. Yet he stood without thought and continued on as fast as he could manage, ignorant to the bloody trail he left in his wake.

XXX

Arriving, finally, at the back entrance to the theatre, Ciel quickly entered, panting and gasping as he hurriedly made his way through the crowded hall and into the dressing rooms. Many of the other dancers started to whisper about Ciel's sudden appearance, while others simply continued on with what they'd been doing, oblivious to the fact that he even existed.

Ciel stopped before the dressing room to compose himself slightly, and with a quick gulp he grabbed the doorknob and entered the room. Apparently everyone was dressed, despite for Alois, who sat upon a chair as he flirted shamelessly with Claude.

"Alois! Put your costume on! We have less than 20 minutes until the first act!" Will scowled at the blond, earning a whine of protest from him, but he drug himself from the chair with a smirk after a few quiet words from Claude.

Rolling his eyes at the scene, Will turned around only to have his eyes almost pop from his sockets as he noticed Ciel, who sat upon a chair before a mirror which was fixed to a table. The boy adjusted his eye-patch and began to powder his face, letting his visible eye catch Will's for just a moment as the man began to approach him.

"Phantomhive! What are you doing here? Your aunt told us you were sick and that you were going to the hospital." Ciel took off his coat as he listened to the man before continuing with his make-up. "

She lied," he responded quietly, cleaning his bloodied nose.

"I'm very well…" he added as Will glared at him angrily through the reflective glass, his eyes widening again as he spotted the lasting remnants of blood which were quickly wiped away.

"Phantomhive! Is that blood coming from your nose? Listen…" his tone suddenly softened as he took a step closer to Ciel. "You don't look fine; you'd better go home and rest…"

Ciel turned to the man and glared sharply at him.

"I am fine! Just let me dress and you will see! I will give my best performance tonight." With those final words, Ciel turned his head back to the mirror, took up his eyeliner and began to put the black substance to use.

Will could only shake his head as he watched the boy, "If you faint again or, worse, have an asthma attack during your performance tonight… I swear, this will be the last time you dance on my stage." Ciel simply nodded as he began combing his hair, watching as Will turned to scowl and shout at other dancers. The boy wasn't alone for long though, as Alois brought his chair over and sat it at the mirror next to Ciel's.

"Hey…are you okay, Ciel?" the blond boy asked him in an honestly concerned fashion while putting his dress on. Ciel nodded and proceeded to adjust his tiny Chinese hat he had to wear for his dance. Alois nodded silently, took two long blond hair extensions and arranged his hair before turning to look at Ciel.

"Do I look like a girl to you?"

Ciel glanced at him from the corner of his eye and nodded, "Yes, very much so…" Alois smirked at the words and approached Ciel, letting his hands sweep over the boy's shoulders as he rounded the chair, coming to a stop behind it. Ciel sat for a moment, watching the blond behind him with a guarded sort of interest before Alois leaned down and let a husky whisper fall into Ciel's ear.

"Do I catch your interest if I'm like this…? Would you do it with me? Like you did with Sebastian?"

Ciel's eyes shot wide open at the words, the surprise of them nearly causing him to fall from his chair. "What are you talking about?" he spat angrily at the boy's reflection in the mirror. Alois looked at him, surprised, and replied with an air of honesty, "I was talking about your dance routine…" he trailed off as if remembering the night for a moment.

"I saw how you danced with Sebastian that night at the Christmas ball. You were amazing. I've always wanted to dance with you myself, and now that I look like a girl…we look like a pretty couple, don't we?" Alois let his right hand grip Ciel's shoulder as he admired their reflection in the mirror, ignoring the annoyed twitch of the dark-haired boy's eyebrow.

"Trancy, I need to put my costume on, and you'd best be ready because the show starts with your routine…" He smacked the boy's hand away as he spoke before he stood and left for the bathroom to change. Alois watched him go with a roll of his eyes, arranging his ballet shoes and then straightening his gothic styled pink and white dress, giving a small flick to one of the small pink roses which decorated the garment as he went to leave the room.

"Whatever…"

XXX

When Ciel came from the bathroom in full dress he began to lace his ballet shoes up tightly, and once finished he became focused on adjusting his hair so that it would cover his eye-patch completely. But then, as he finished lacing his hat again, so that he could be sure it wouldn't fall off his head while he danced, he noticed that his nose had started to bleed once again, and suddenly the room had begun to spin a bit too much for his liking. The boy was quick to snatch a tissue from the box before him so that he could dab at his nostrils before any of the warm substance dripped onto his navy blue buffoon shirt or, God forbid, his long white stockings.

He shook his head rather quickly though, after he had assured himself that the bleeding had ceased, and was brought back to his senses. So, after smearing some powder over his nose to cover any small trace of blood that may have remained, Ciel tucked a tissue into one of his many pockets, just to be on the safe side, before heading backstage.

However, he didn't end up making much progress, since after only making it steps out of the dressing room he was suddenly face-to-chest with a rather familiar man. Ciel's heart nearly stopped dead in his chest as his head tilted upwards so that he could lock eyes with the crimson-eyed demon—the one man he had, honestly, not wanted to speak to on this night. Yet they didn't speak, not for a few long moments at least, as the most either of them could do was stand, nearly dumbstruck, and gaze into the other's eyes. Almost as if in trance.

Sebastian broke their silence with a quiet whisper, "How are you, Ciel?"

For some reason, Ciel was startled by the sound of that voice… Sebastian's voice—Sebastian's deep and beautiful voice, the voice he had dreamt about so many times. The voice that he hated as much as the man it belonged to. That thought was all it took for him to snap to his senses; Ciel averted his eyes to a spot far beyond Sebastian. He would not fall for the demon's trick again—he would not be made a fool of again.

"Fine…nothing special," the lie was pathetic, but all he wanted was to leave. Sebastian grabbed his arm though, preventing any movements he had been planning to make, and looked at him thoughtfully. "You're lying," the statement was simple.

"I can smell the blood coming from you… Ciel…you won't be able to do this…" Ciel glared at the man, ignoring the words—ignoring the tone which he knew was only a lie. The demon only cared about the contract, any concerned voiced toward him wasn't real. It didn't mean anything.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" he barked, yanking himself from the demon's grasp, repeating only one thought: He only cares about the contract… "I told you to stay away from me!" his voice was softer now, but still just as deadly. "Until I tell you otherwise, you are to follow that order, demon," the last word was hissed as he brushed past Sebastian to go and take his position on the stage.

Elizabeth hugged Ciel close as soon as he was within her reach, complimenting him profusely on his cute attire, which matched her own red costume. As her words reached him though, they became a sea of nonsensical babble. His gaze—his attention was completely devoted to watching Sebastian sigh as he joined Alois on the opposite side of the stage. But the moment those crimson eyes turned upward and met his own, Ciel forced his head to turn away, just in time it seemed, as Will motioned for himself and Elizabeth to enter the stage and dance their act.

Nervousness entered him momentarily as he took Elizabeth by the hands, but he gulped it back and they entered the stage, the happiness being conveyed in the song doing absolutely nothing to brighten Ciel's foul mood. While Elizabeth, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy herself almost too much, at least in Ciel's opinion.

The two flounced about the stage in complicated dance until their routine was finished flawlessly, which earned them a rather exceptional round of applause from the audience as they bowed and then headed backstage. Ciel sighed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, thankful to be away from the blinding lights of the stage for the time being, dancing with only one eye was not helping the overall stress and tiredness that he'd been feeling since he'd bumped into Sebastian.

Sebastian… Ciel lifted his head slightly, refusing to acknowledge any thought of the man. "Ciel!" Elizabeth called him, and for once he didn't mind her hugging him closely; he welcomed the distraction. "You did wonderful! I told you everything would be all right!" she gave him one last hug after her words before flitting off to the other side of the stage so she could await her next entrance.

Sebastian… No… He wouldn't think of that demon.

XXX

The show continued on smoothly, each and every dancer performing at their best, but of course it was Alois and Sebastian which everyone was there to watch. Alois, who had been dancing his role in far too slutty a manner, almost as if begging Sebastian to do him there upon the stage for everyone to witness; and Sebastian… Sebastian. The man, no, demon, Ciel reminded himself – uncaring, unfeeling demon – looked like he was actually enjoying the show which was being put on before him by the blond.

Ciel could feel the jealousy burn within him—could taste the inconsolable anguish which gagged him disgustingly like bile he so wished to rid himself of as he continued to watch the act. An act which seemed so well played that Ciel couldn't distinguish whether or not Sebastian truly did take some sort of sick pleasure out of the boy writhing around him, though he tried.

But it shouldn't have mattered; the thought echoed repeatedly as the finale of act one took place. It should have made no difference to him that he witnessed the kiss Alois planted on Sebastian's right cheek as he spun around them on the stage with countless other dancers. It should not have caused his breath to catch as Sebastian scooped the boy up and continued with his dance, because, he told himself, he did not care. There should have been no painful tug to his heartstrings when he noticed the way Sebastian gazed at Alois…as if he were the most precious thing in the world, because, though the thought had faded while his costume because to devour him with a tight and uncomfortable heat, he did not care.

He didn't want it to matter, yet it hurt so deeply. He didn't want to care, despite the love he felt for the man. All he wanted… All Ciel needed was to get away, get away before Clara would share her kiss with the Nutcracker and break his mutilated heart even further. So, masking his emotions as best he could, Ciel quickly pirouetted off stage, making his impromptu exit look as if it were choreographed.

And he ran.

The boy ran from the backstage to the back of the theatre, then through the dark corridors so that he arrived at the old dressing room within minutes, gasping and panting as he entered the room. And with tears threatening to spill down the young dancer's face, Ciel dropped to his knees in the middle of the floor, his small body shaking uncontrollably as a myriad of emotions passed through him within an instant.

I have to get up… I have to go back… he thought to himself quietly. Get up, Ciel. You have to get up and dance, just like your mother did… a small voice let that thought echo through Ciel's mind, but his body never moved, no matter how demanding his thoughts became, no matter how much force he tried to use…it was if his body developed a will of its own. He could only sit on his knees as he stared at the floor.

Suddenly his head shot up though as a deep mocking chuckle echoed throughout the old room, followed by a voice which chilled Ciel to his core.

"You poor, sweet, heartbroken boy…" the laugh rang again as Ciel searched desperately to find where the spiteful sound was coming from. So when his eyes finally came to fall upon the mirror across from himself, he gasped, finding that he locked eyes with Alois' reflection instead of his own.

"What—what are you… How did you get here so fast?" Ciel stumbled over his words, and his feet, as he stood, narrowing his eyes at the blond, who tilted his head to the side and grinned evilly. "Tsk tsk; look at you, Ciel, so weak—so fragile… That's why you never accomplish anything; you don't solve the matter on your own. But what will you do now, Ciel, now that there is no mommy, no aunty, no Sebastian here to save you? You've depended on others all your pathetic life, so I am curious, Ciel. What will you do?"

Ciel grit his teeth, turning his back to the mirrored wall. He made the mistake, though, of letting his eyes come to rest upon another, allowing the blond boy's reflection to appear before him again.

"Really, Ciel! Really, I am curious to see what you will do! Now that I've stolen your role; now that I'm stealing your Sebastian, what will you do to stop me?" Ciel's body began to tremble as he backed away from Alois.

"Leave me alone!"

His shout did nothing but cause the other boy to roar with laughter, a laughter which multiplied as the boy himself appeared in every mirror, filling the room with his mocking reflection, which pointed and berated Ciel with its miserable laugh. Gasping for breath, Ciel turned in attempt to get away from the blond boy, and as he did so his eyes stopped upon the emergency axe which was stuck in its broken case on the wall just mere steps away from him near a mirror. He darted to the case, grabbed the axe and spun himself back round quickly, freezing when he saw Alois before him.

"You are a coward, Ciel, you hear me? A coward!" Alois spat at him. Ciel glared at the other boy as he calmed his shaking hands so that he wouldn't drop the heavy axe. "Shut up and get out of here!" Alois began to laugh again.

"Coward! Coward! Coward!" The blond boy chanted the word in a sing-song manner until at last it came out with a snarl.

"Shut up!" Ciel screamed, slamming his eyes shut, trying to shut out the malicious voice which was invading his mind.

"I will take everything from you! Your role, your Sebastian, your life, and there's nothing you will do to stop me! You're too scared!" Angry tears started to form in the corners of Ciel's closed eyes. "You're a coward!" Alois continued to spit.

Ciel's eyes closed tighter than he'd thought possible as he grit his teeth.

"Coward!"

The boy tightened his grip on the axe, "I dare you; I dare you!" his eyes snapped open as he screamed the words, "Say it again! SAY IT AGAIN!"

Alois cocked an eyebrow as a smirk formed upon his lips; he whispered only one word, "Coward."

A primal shriek tore from Ciel's throat as soon as he heard the word, and with one move he raised the axe high before bringing it down into Alois' right leg, the sharp blade delivering a deep cut to Alois' thigh. The blond boy's eyes widened, staring at Ciel in a speechless shock as blood flowed down his injured leg.

"AH! IT…IT HURTS!" Alois fell to a knee, grasping his wounded leg as he whined. Ciel could only smirk.

"Who's the coward now?"

Alois lifted his head to gaze at Ciel, but the moment he did Ciel sent a sharp kick to his gut, causing the blond to stumble from his knee and fall into the mirrored wall.

Suddenly, to Ciel's eyes, life seemed to move in slow motion as he watched the way Alois fell and broke one mirror, causing the others to crack as well. It looked almost as it was snowing broken glass, and within moments, the floor was covered in the reflective shards as Alois stood against the broken wall, emotionlessly, his leg still bleeding profusely.

Ciel blinked, took a breath and then tore his gaze from Alois, looking around the room. Apart from the broken glass that littered the entire floor, the room looked relatively normal. It was almost like the room had been freed of a dark curse… Perhaps Alois had been what needed to be sacrificed for the breaking of the evil spell.

With that thought, the young dancer turned back to look at the blond boy's still form and sighed.

"As it's said, Art requires sacrifices…"

The boy dropped the axe and carefully made his way out of the destroyed room, closing the door behind him and glancing down to the key in the keyhole. He stuck out his hand, grasped the key and locked the room before taking the key from the hole to study it. It looked rather old…

Ciel dropped it onto the floor, causing the object to crack before he stepped on it, destroying it completely beneath his ballet shoe. He bent down afterwards and grabbed what remained, threw it into the nearest garbage can, and then straightened his back, feeling somehow relieved. Finally, with a deep breath, he began walking back to the dressing room. After all, he still had a show to continue, but, of course, not as an ensemble dancer, but as the lead, since Alois wouldn't be able to attend the performance any longer.

The moment Ciel closed the dressing room door behind himself, Will noticed him and his face reddened in anger as he approached the boy, yelling at him.

"Phantomhive! Explain yourself! What the hell happened to you on stage?" Ciel simply brushed past him and took up Alois' costume before taking residence on the boy's chair.

Will's eyes widened as he followed the boy, "Phantomhive, what do you think you're doing? Where is Alois?" Will began losing his patience further as Ciel continued to ignore him, whilst he arranged a blond wig and applied some more make-up.

"He left," he said flatly, "You told me that if he could not attend the premiere I would get to dance Clara's part." Ciel looked at Will through the mirror and narrowed his eyes, adding, "And don't you dare question my dancing skills, all right?"

Will crossed his arms over his chest, "I saw you on stage. There is no way you can pull this off. Why did Alois leave?" Ciel attached some fake lashes, adding more depth to his eyes as he looked at Will and smirked.

"He lost the battle; he was a coward," he stated, grabbing a hold of the wig atop his head and arranging it again so that it covered his own hair completely.

Will raised a brow at the suspicious answer the young dance gave as he watched Ciel comb his wig. "Just trust me and I promise to deliver you a perfect performance."

Despite Will's reluctance to allow Ciel to dance the lead part, he didn't have much choice since Ciel was the only other person who knew Clara's part, so he nodded. "Fine. Be ready; your entrance is in five minutes." With those final words, Will left, leaving Ciel to himself in the dressing room so he could put on Alois' dress, which, luckily, fit him. The only small difference was that Ciel was shorter so the dressed ended up almost reaching his knees.

The young dancer rose up onto his tip toes and gave a strong pirouette, smiling as he completed it perfectly.

"Clara's entrance in 3 minutes!" the man speaking knocked on the dressing room door. Ciel took a deep breath once the man had walked away and straightened his back, picking up the simple white mask which he had to wear in the beginning of the act. Thankfully, Ciel thought as he admired the silver engravings on the object in his hand, Will had designed the costumes after that of a masquerade. So he was able to take off his eye-patch, easily slip on the mask and simply adjust his wig to cover his marked eye before he made his way to the backstage, where he took his position to the left of the stage and waited for Will's cue.

Not a single dancer around him noticed that he wasn't Alois, though he couldn't figure out if that was a comforting thought as he waited. And after finally hearing the familiar notes that began his routine with Sebastian, Ciel straightened out and went on stage. He rose onto his tip toes and took his starting position, as did Sebastian while the soft, mesmerizing music echoed, filling the entire auditorium.

As both dancers began to approach one another, their gazes locked, causing Sebastian's eyes to widen as he stared into the eyes of his masked partner. This can't be Ciel; I must be imagining it! the demon thought, watching the younger dancer's movements. Soft, sweet, delicate…yet at the same time filled with a sadness and darkness which Sebastian couldn't quite comprehend.

The tempo picked up, the dancer's movements along with it, and Sebastian was surprised to find himself actually enjoying himself while he danced on stage. The previous thought he'd had was then banished from his mind; this was Ciel. He was dancing with Ciel, the only human who had attracted his attention for so many years… Ciel, who was unique in every way, shape and form.

His Ciel, who's movements, to Sebastian's surprise, were calm and exact; somehow the young dancer had managed to remember his lessons and now regained control over his emotions. Even as the music reached its most powerful moment and the demon lifted Ciel into the air and spun with him… Ciel, with the lights almost blinding him, simply closed his eyes and felt that he was flying, unafraid that he would fall. Somehow he felt safe now…

Finally, as the music reached its finale, Ciel did the last of his complicated, yet gentle, choreography and came to rest in Sebastian's arms for the final pose. The entire auditorium exploded into a sea of cheers as everyone stood and clapped at the dancer's performance after the music faded away. Sebastian smiled down at Ciel, and for a moment, that's all there was left in the world. That smile; so calming and sincere that Ciel… That Ciel…felt as if he could trust the demon again.

But that moment quickly passed, and once it did, the young dancer tore his mask off and faced the audience with a deep bow. Once he stood up, Ciel glanced backstage at Will and nearly laughed at the expression upon the man's face: he was dumbfounded.

Ciel's attention was brought back as Sebastian joined hands with them so they could both bow to the clapping crowd as the curtains close. And as the stage was immediately filled with people who ran to change the décor for the final part of the act, Ciel turned and looked at Sebastian. That smile was still upon his face.

"You did very well, there's one act left…and after that your wish will be fulfilled," Ciel nodded, knowing what Sebastian meant. After the show, the demon would eventually eat his soul. But…why did Ciel see…what was that emotion? Regret? …Was the demon regretting what would inevitably happen on this night?

"I—I have to go and get… And get changed for the last act; I'll…see you on stage…" Ciel nervously fumbled with the mask in his hands as he stammered, then quickly turned around and made to leave, not noticing the sad nod that Sebastian gave in response as he hurried off to the dressing room. On his way, though, several dancers came and spoke to Ciel, some to congratulate him while others to wonder after Alois' whereabouts; even Will came to him and expressed how he had thought that his performance was perfect. After hearing the man say such a thing, Ciel suddenly remembered the conflict he'd had with his aunt and began to feel somewhat sad that she wasn't there to see him dance.

Ciel, though, finally arrived at the dressing room and immediately took off his dress after the door shut behind him; and after fumbling with the corset for a moment, managed to put on Alois' white dress for the final act. The young dancer then sat on the chair in front of the mirror and fixed his make-up, and as he studied his reflection he nearly smiled. Here he was, Ciel Phantomhive: the lead dancer at his premiere, dancing in the loving memory of his mother.

The thought lingered in his mind a moment before he arranged his wig, but was effectively banished as someone burst into the dressing room. Ciel froze as he glanced through the mirror to see who had come into the room.

Alois stopped for only an instant, gasping and panting before fumbling to get his bag; Ciel continued to watch him, horrified. And Alois, who looked like he'd run a whole mile, noticed Ciel after only a few moments and approached the boy as he caught his breath.

"Ciel! Thank you so much; you were amazing! I can't tell you how grateful I am that you stepped in for me. Listen, could you step in for the last part as well? The damn cops caught me at the club now Claude and I have to leave town as soon as possible."

The younger dancer stared, opened-mouthed, at Alois, still attempting to process the simple fact that he was seeing the other male, who wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes widened just seconds later as he looked down at Ciel's back.

"Ciel! Your back…there is… My god, there's a shard of glass stuck in your back!" the blond yelled horrified at Ciel, who touched his back and felt a warm, sticky substance coat his fingers. When he brought his hand up to his face and saw the blood he didn't have enough time to react as Alois screamed in horror, drawing Ciel's attention to where the blond was staring.

"There's…your leg is bleeding too!" Alois slowly backed away from the dancer as Ciel saw the carpet beneath his feet becoming soaked in the blood that streamed from his leg. All Ciel could do though, was stare at the blood upon the carpet, unable to speak, unable to think as Alois shook and took his bag.

"I…I wish you luck; you really were great, Ciel! I-I have to go! Bye!" he quickly slammed the door open and ran out to the exit.

Ciel only continued to sit there, his eyes following the stream of blood from the floor and up his leg before he finally pulled up his skirt and noticed that his long white stocking was stained by a giant spot of blood. He quickly removed the stocking and looked in horror at his bleeding wound: a deep cut in his thigh. Emotion finally began to surge over him, causing Ciel to tremble uncontrollably as he glanced at his reflection in the blood-stained mirror. Tears made their way into his pain filled eyes and threatened to spill. He placed his head into his hands as he continued to tremble.

"Clara's entrance for the final act in six minutes!" the stagehand knocked on the door, causing Ciel to jump and almost fall from his chair. He looked again at his reflection; how was he supposed to dance in a state like this?

I've lost all control… Ciel thought as pain tugged deep within his heart. He grabbed the table for support and managed to get up, yet as soon as he took a step it felt as if someone was ripping his leg from his body. He tried to grab onto something to prevent the inevitable fall, but his foot slipped and the boy fell together with the table.

Ciel laughed bitterly as he lay on the floor, "Art requires sacrifices?"

He tried to get up once more, but only grabbed his leg in pain as more blood pumped from the wound. His vision blurred as he began to feel the effects of the blood loss.

No… I need…I need help…

He ripped off his wig and opened his contracted eye. All I need is to call his name… Ciel fought desperately to find his voice.

One word… I just need to say one name…

Ciel's vision blackened as he called the only person that could help him.

"Se…bastian…"


Ciel: O_e...

Sebastian: -_- Did you really have to do this, my lady?*glares*

T0L:hmpf...Ciel is always mean to me... he deserves it, I find this chapter was VERY good...-_-

Ciel: You-you...X((( You are the most evil and mean author ever!*goes and grumps into the emo corner*

Sebastian: Young master! Don't be upset!...Look what you did..T0L...-_-

T0L: -_-"""...yeah, I am always the mean one*rolls eyes*

Now to my beloved readers!*sparkly big eyes*...ne, how do you think it waaas?^^ I can't wait to read what you guys think and again, I deeply apologise for the late update...p_q...I hope to update sooner!^^

I love you all and thank you for all the reviews,favs and alerts!

Ps: I have a facebook account(LOLOMGWTF) Yeah and I still don't know how to use it=)))) I created the account only for you guys, since my net is having prblems and fanficiton is making me problems as well p_q facebook has a very easy way to chat and I respond to each of my reviews and messages, so I don't want to miss one!^^

Another reason why I did it...it's because me and my best friend, with whom I made up the idea for my 4th fanfic. She is an amazing drawer and she did some awsome fanart. My 4th fanfic will have OC sooo, I am pretty exited and you also have drawings to get an even better image!^^ If you will enjoy the fanfic, I will also perhaps create a special fb page for it, with fanart and stuff^^ (Lol, I hope no OC is a Mary-Sue or a Marty-Sue...p_q)

Link is on my profile!^^:3

I love you all and I will try my best to update as soon as possible!:3^^