Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KURO~!

A/N: GAH! That took forever to update, but, It's complete.


Her hands were long, fingers nimble and sturdy quick, and Ciel couldn't tell if she was reaching out to hug him, to kiss him-to kill him. But it didn't matter. He couldn't move. She was smiling anyway, blue eyes gleaming and blonde succulent hair shining an unearthly glow. Her nails pricked his goose-fleshed skin, and then she was changing, morphing, and her blue eyes dulled and became a quiet malice tainted lavender violet. Now she was laughing, this humanoid form, and her hands began to curl, squeezing in warning; and he was starting to panic. She leaned in close, her breath rotten and musky, and it made him choke all the more, before she morphed again. Again the skin rippled, color dulled and rose up, and red wine eyes were laughing down at his gasping breaths, his beating heart…heart. He could hear it. His heart. And the devil's eyes widened and narrowed, mouth opening and saliva dripping in flaccid languid breaths, as the demon spoke, voice a mixture of the three imaginings.

"I killed you."

"I've trapped you."

"I'll have your soul."

And the illusion's hands gripped beyond belief, and he heard something snap.

…Ciel's eyes popped open, he was breathing hard, although he didn't need to, and so he stopped. But that wasn't helping, was it? No, he needed to breathe. He needed the feeling of the chilled air. He needed that. He did, however, not need to be where he was now. No. NO! His teeth snapped together, scraping the white enamel along each other as he stood, running as soon as he'd gotten to his feet. White, it was all white again. White, white WHITE, and he hated that color. He couldn't even think anymore, nothing could explain the feeling that was bubbling in his chest, like poison, the deadliest kind slithering through his veins like the strongest alcohol. He'd give anything to be drunk right now.

"Sebastian!" His voice echoed around him in a cold chill, whooshing back toward his ears with a heart breaking desperation. "Sebastian, PLEASE! Where are you?"

No cornfield.

No warmth.

No devil.

No peace.

No safety.

No…No nothing.

"Are you lost my dear?" And he didn't stop running. Didn't stop for that god-forsaken voice.

"My child, it is not good to ignore your mother."

"You aren't my mother."

"Why do you say that?"

"My mother's hair was blonde!" Ciel screeched, hands clinched tight at his sides, and eyes screaming shut. "She had blue eyes, blonde hair, and she loved me! You are NOT she!" There was silence, and then a small child's giggle, directly above him.

"No, I am not she. I would never leave you."

"No, you'd just trap me in nothing so you can try to recreate the life you left behind when you were thrown from-!" Her scream was that of a dying bird, wings being torn off and sinew ripping like the thinnest thread. One feather, two feather, and three feathers… they all came fluttering down around the dying bird in a mocking dance. He felt her hands, claws, wrap around his torso, pulling him roughly into white fabric, which crinkled like dry leaves.

"Who told you? Who dared-?"

"I figured it out. This isn't heaven. If it were, you wouldn't be here, and I would never have met Sebastian. You're lost, a fallen angel-"

"I AM NOT! I am PURE! I am GOD! This is heaven, paradise! See all the children? Hear them laugh?"

Almost on quo they appeared, like smoke, and they stumbled along in the white gruelingly. They were smiling, yes, and they were giggling, broken sad laughs that a pained kitten might make. They were also crying.

"Where's Sebastian?" Her lips pressed against his ear, her tongue coming out and flicking the skin that lay dormant there. He could tell she was smiling.

"In a cornfield." Ciel's eyes narrowed as the scenery changed yet again, the white foaming over to be replaced by the rustling of cornhusks in a chilled autumn breeze. Sebastian stood there, in the center where the corn seemed to whither, fade and brown. He was grinning like a loon, teeth bared and eyes dangerously red, and his leather fluttered lightly in the wind. The blood ran dark, dark and lovely as it smeared itself like the drunken lips of an intoxicated woman. The leather was ripped around his left arm's shoulder, torn to shreds in the breeze, and Ciel could see no arm that shown through, nothing but a steady flow of crimson.

"You ran, angel." Sebastian called up, his voice cold yet his face soft. His eyes flickered over to Ciel, and they softened marginally.

"And you bleed, devil." She floundered, eyes widening at the sight. "How sick you are."

"Am I?" Sebastian laughed then, and it didn't carry the normal warmth, the normal anything. He stretched his hand up toward them then, black nails and fair porcelain skin making Ciel suck in a breath. "You live, Ciel." He whispered, and Angela's grip tightened so much it hurt. "You're heart beats, you just can't hear it."

"SILENCE!" And Ciel was rushing forward, at an insanely fast rate, toward Sebastian and the dead corn. Angela's wings rushed loud in his ears, and his eyes watered from the wind and his throat grew tight. Sebastian's mouth opened into a giant leer, his laughter whizzing past Ciel on the wind.

"Come at me, angel!" He crowed knees bending and arm turning forward, palm tucking in. "Let's see what your God can do!" Angela scoffed then and lunged, her right hand leaving Ciel and clawing outward. Sebastian ducked, her nails scraping against his silken ebony locks, and Sebastian's hand reached up, taking Ciel by the shoulder and dragging him down. Angela's grip let loose and she bounced into the air, higher above them as Sebastian tucked Ciel into his chest, his one good arm supporting his legs beneath him. Clove. He still smelled of clove, and that familiar scent was heaven.

"Sebastian, your arm-"

"Is not important." Ciel felt his lips upon the skin of his forehead, just for a second but the heat of the kiss lasted long after. He heard Angela gag, and his head snapped up. She was bending forward, mouth agape and features twisted. She was choking up brown slime, and it slithered from her mouth and fell with a splat to the corn below. Sebastian lowered Ciel carefully to the ground, Angela's eyes rolling back into her skull, her sockets now white with pulsing red wormed lines.

"Stay here." Sebastian whispered, turning to meet Ciel's gaze once again. "And close your eyes. Promise me." Ciel studied his face for a moment, eyes searching for something even he didn't know. Finally he nodded, and he saw Angela diving down, wings snapping and growing and Sebastian's nails spiking and his hair bristling before he shut his eyes with a gasp and a groan and when his head struck rock he didn't even think anymore.


He walked, traveling along the un-kept forests floors, needles of thistles pricking against his skin. His head throbbed, but he kept walking. He had somewhere to be after all. His hand kept clenching and unclenching, and he felt as though he was supposed to be holding something. Nothing was there though, nothing against his skin. The field around him was silent, he realized. Deserted still. His eyes gazed down warily and he breathed out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The moon was like it was underwater; the clouds misting over its picture hung in the night sky, and it gave the night an eerie feel. The boy licked his dry cracked lips, and he turned his wary eyes upwards.

"Don't laugh at me," The boy whispered, turning to face the dark shrouded figure behind him. The lithe form was covered in the darkness, a thick wool blanket of shadows around its slender shoulder's.

"Laugh at you?" His voice was a deep seducing molasses, and it hung like smoke plume in the air. "You are mistaken, my Ciel, I do not laugh. I only observe." The boy's eyes narrowed as his hand spasmed in retort.

"You laugh." He muttered, voice rough and dry. The devil behind him snorted under his breath, and he stalked forward, coming up to stand directly behind Ciel. The blood from his missing arm managed to reach the child's feet.

"You know now, that you were never truly dead. That she stole you from your true death and left a puppet of you in your place?"

"I know."

"Do you hear your heart?" The boy turned then, and swallowed hard, trying to rid his mouth of the aching dryness that was spreading.

"No." Sebastian held his silence, red eyes flickering from the boy's lips up to his eyes again.

"You are dying?" Ciel reached a shaky hand upward, and flinched when he felt his hands touch the dented skin of his head. The blood was sticky and strong smelled, and he leaned into Sebastian's chest.

"I suppose." He closed his eyes and breathed in at the ironic scene of nostalgia.

"Where will you go?" Sebastian whispered, hand coming up to gently rest on his cheek, trying to add a silent comfort. Ciel's hand rested atop of the demons, his thumb running over the smooth skin.

"I do not wish to go anywhere. I don't want to leave you." And Sebastian pulled him in closer, lips finding his in a chaste, slow, savoring kiss.

"You don't have to leave me." Sebastian murmured, pulling back and turning Ciel's gaze to face him. "Your soul can still be mine." Ciel smiled, a sad lost smile, and he nodded slightly.

"…I Hope. " Ciel whispered eyes closing as he saw Sebastian lean in, fangs glistening as his lips touched his. He felt a tugging then in his chest, and it took his breath away as it became more urgent. Sebastian's eyes flashed and he smiled amiably, lifting up a dark nailed hand to brush away the loose strands of hair that clung by sweat to the boy's face.

"We shall live longer than we will ever hope." Sebastian whispered against cold lips, and Ciel heard it then, the slow rhythmic pounding of his heart, before it slowed and stopped altogether. His soul now belonged to the demon whose name he had given…

Fin.