JUDAS
A Kuroshitsuji fan fiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Nine
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns the characters and yes, if you can guess, the title belongs to Lady Gaga.
Time for some explaining and for guest appearances!
10/9/2011: -waves meekly- Uhm... hi guys~! I didn't leave or stray away from you all. I had a artist/writers block from HELL these couple of months, but I think I'm on the right track now. After my AWESOME weekend at Anime Weekend Atlanta last weekend, the ideas came to mind and I was inspired. -grins- I hope you enjoy this!
Review nicely and happy reading.
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Ciel sat for a long time behind his desk, pondering over the conversation he had with his maid. Drawing in a deep breath, the child leaned back, staring at the high ceiling.

"Only if I want to, huh?"

He frowned, an uneasiness blooming in his chest. He closed his eye, summoning Sebastian to his side silently through his mind. And like a gentle caress of a weak breeze, a warm breath flitted across his face. It was intoxicating: dark and lulling. "You called for me?," rumbled the deep voice in the barest of murmurs. Ciel raised a hand and twisted it around the butler's tie. He brought the handsome face down towards his eye-level, staring into the deep, murky depths of red. He allowed the small tremor run through his body as he parted his pale lips, bringing them near Sebastian's mouth."I know you heard the conversation, you sneak. Your thoughts?"

"... you know what I think, sir."

Sapphire stared up at the intense gaze before him, mulling through his mind which-way of God, forgiveness, and revenge on others. Ciel pressed his forehead against Sebastian's jaw, inhaling deeply. "It's not just enough of GOD's wishes... what of the human race? Don't WE make a choice?," he mumbled to himself, twisting his hand around his butler's tie more. Sebastian made a purring sound in the back of his throat, turning his head to take a whiff of his master's smell. He did it oh-so-casually, one would think he was turning his head away from the earl. "Humans tend to make the most rash decisions. You think you make it for yourself, but in the end, it effects those around you. It's one constant circle of regret," the demon hummed.

The child made a noise like that of a scoff and released the man suddenly, a faint blush on his face. "I need to go to the office today. Call the limo around, Sebastian," he ordered, looking away to the side. Sebastian raised a thin brow some, staring at Ciel curiously. "So suddenly?," he pondered, walking towards the door. "I have to check to make sure our final shipments for the over-seas haul are completed. They have to have my authorization on the final products," Ciel sighed, rubbing his eye tiredly. "As you wish, my Lord," Sebastian answered, bowing and exiting the room. He closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway towards the staircase. He paused, seeing Charlotte walking to the doors, bags in tow and speaking to one of the other maids, smiling weakly and ducking her head. Sebastian smirked to himself.

'Well, that's one nuisance taken care of. Though I will miss how well she took to orders.'
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Lau stood in front of the Funtom Company building, shock written all over his face. Ran-Mao took in the scene before her. Blinking softly, she turned to her companion and placed a tiny, pale hand on his shoulder. "I... I don't understand this...," he trailed off, feeling slightly nauseous as fire trucks, police, ambulances, any type of New York law enforcement arrived at the scene. Smoke billowed out towards the gray sky, touching it with its plumes of black. "Oh, Ciel will not be happy. Not one bit," Lau grounded out, clenching his fists deep into his slack pockets. Ran-Mao nodded, as if agreeing and turned her head some, seeing something move across her line of vision. Face blank, she zoned in on the quick flash of color and slightly-ever so- her hazel eyes narrowed.

Red.
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Once Ciel arrived at his work, his family's life, and got out, he immediately wanted to vomit at the sight before him. Everything his father had created was gone. Completely and utterly DESTROYED. Whimpering, he leaned against the backseat of his limo, choking back on the emotions that crept violently upwards to his mouth. Sebastian's face was stony as he walked towards Lau and Ran-Mao. "What happened here?," he hissed. Both shook their heads. "We got here and saw it like this. Nothing was reported to the workers. Thank God no one was in there... but it happened so suddenly! There are detectives over there looking at the rubble. My guess, it was arson. Someone is after our little King," Lau said lowly, jerking his head some to the crowd of specialists shifting through the smoking remains of a empire.

His eyes then flew over to the limo were Ciel continued to sit.

"Speaking of the King, how is he taking this? Not lightly," the Chinese man murmured. Sebastian made a noise and shook his head. "Of course not. But not everything is at a loss here. There is still the British branch in London that continues to go strong. It was the next strongest company with the American branch. We may have to relocate," the butler sighed. "That is true, but what about the protection of Ciel?," Lau mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Sirens, talking, shouting, and continued clicking of the paparazzi buzzed around the trio as they stared at one another in a silent agreement.

Ciel, in the meantime, wanted to kill.
It was a brutal urge coursing through him.

He sat hunched over in the dark of his limo, trying to breathe and holding on to his stomach. Who would have DONE such a thing? Everything his father had worked on, even if with the help of Sebastian, was now a fine mess that would take months to clean up. Countless visits of police and detectives would soon flood his manor, asking questions and reporters taking pictures of him. The lone, sole heir to a great family name hiding behind closed doors. No, no, that was not him. He would not be taken lightly nor like some child. Swallowing largely, Ciel worked his throat to clear it and sat up slowly, his eye burning as he began planning in his head of the necessary steps to take. He clenched his lacquered staff in his gloved hands and turned to stare out the window. He knew Sebastian was waiting on him.

He could make out the faces of Lau and Ran-Mao, waiting ever so patiently on their little lord. Ciel knew that he should be grateful to the annoying China-man and his cohort. Shaking his blue head, the boy pushed the door handle and it opened. He slid out of the leather seat and into the sunlight, staring straight ahead and ignoring everything and one around him. Sebastian turned around when he heard the door open, showing his master. He stared at him, urging him forward silently with his red wine eyes. Ciel walked briskly, poised, assessing the sight before him.

"I see that a complete demolition of the place was in the plans of someone who... dislikes me greatly," he murmured to Sebastian, taking in the sight.

"What do we tell the reporters?," he asked quietly, walking behind the earl. The boy paused, turned around, and eyed the crowd behind him, calling out his name and rapid fire questions. "I shall take care of this," he said silkily, turning a gleaming sapphire eye to his butler. Sebastian raised a fine brow and watched the young lord walk towards the vultures.

"Mr. Phantomhive, Mr. Phantomhive! Is it true that someone was after you in that building? That's why there was an explosion?"

"There are rumors that the mafia is tied with you and you haven't paid them back for creating this company! Is it them that tried to kill you?"

"Were you to be murmured for money?"

"Ciel!"
"CIEL! CIEL!"

The ringing in the boy's ears shrilled violently, but instead, he ducked his head, swallowed hard, and lifted up his chin, smiling brilliantly to the crowd that for a moment, they seemed to forget that they were dealing with a young child.

"Nope. None of that. Renovation. I came here to inspect it. There's going to be a new company built here with the merging with China imports. That's all," he said cheerfully, waving a gloved hand as if to think of it not as a big deal. Lau and Sebastian blinked and their faces held no emotion whatsoever at the sudden announcement and the fact that Ciel was SMILING at all the photographers and reporters. "What does he have up his sleeve?," Lau pondered to himself. Sebastian shook his head. "For once... I have no idea." Then, he sensed someone above them on the nearby building. Slowly, casually, the man glanced up and saw a familiar mop of red locks, gleaming like a warning beacon before them. He left silently like a cat, hoping to take care of business.
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Grell was screeching to himself, muffling the sound with a pink hankerchief of his mouth. He was bouncing up and down in anger, squirming all the while in frustration. "THAT DAMN BRAT! How does he get off so damn EASILY? I was so SURE he was going to be in there! But nnnnoooooo- NO ONE WAS!," Grell howled, biting down on the piece of cloth harder with his sharp teeth. "And I suppose that your master will be quite upset with you," came a rumble of smoke and lulling promises across the rooftop. Grell turned sharply, gasping in delight at the sight of his tall, dark, and rapist.(1) "OH BASSY- THERE YOU AAAARRREEEE!," sang the grim reaper, dashing towards him with arms wide open. Sebastian coughed polietly in his hand and side-stepped out of the way, causing the red-head to tumble into a nearby filter fan.

"No need to be rude," Sebastian sighed, turning to face the wounded reaper. "I'm here on account of my own master, the one you tried to kill this morning," the demon pointed out with a sharp tone. Grell stood, nursing his face. "Now, now, Bassy, there's no need to get all violent and physical- unless you WANT to have it done THAT way! Either or, I'm glad it's you!," the man squealed, pulling his arms back and summoning his death scythe... er... chain scythe. Sebastian's face fell into mortification at the idea Grell had and frowned. "How unbecoming of reapers now. Grell Sutcliffe, I need to know who is behind these attacks now. I honestly wish not to fight, but since my orders from the last meeting were interrupted, I must full-fill it. Now, before I kill you, I need to information," the demon sighed, flicking imaginary dust from his shoulder, looking bored. Grell scoffed, his green-yellow eyes narrowed and a ruthless grin on his face unbecoming.

"Wouldn't YOU like to know?," he practically purred lethally, revving up the chain saw.

Sebastian coolly met the reaper's face and his eyes flashed red, the irises turning into little slits. His demonic powers flared within him, illuminating the scarlet pupils. "Do you really wish to go down that path, Grell? If I kill you without gaining what I need, I may be useless to the Phantomhive name and my master would NOT like that," Sebastian said lowly, raising his hands up to tighten the buttons on his cuffs and gloves. Grell cackled, flustered. "And I'm not a type of woman to give out her secrets just as so!

HAVE AT YOU!," he squealed and advanced towards the dark raven.

Both fought relentlessly, yet beautiful for a psychotic reaper and a stone-faced demon in broad daylight. "You simply are just TOO divine to be fighting, Bassy! You should just give up and come with me!," he cooed, slashing the chain saw near Sebastian's chest. The man ducked and twirled around, jerking a leg back to kick Grell in the face. "I think not. My master is waiting on me and this playing around is only making me more angry," he said lightly, missing the reaper. Grell flipped backwards, landing hard and causing deep groves to appear from his heels from the landing. Tossing back his scarlet locks, the man placed a hand on his hip, cocking it to the side as he rested his saw on his shoulder.

"I don't care for Mr. Phantomhive's FEELINGS- as if he ever had THEM- and because of your own delay, I'm right on schedule," he smirked prettily at Sebastian, who landed before him quietly like a feather. "What?," he hissed.

Grell tilted his head to the side, the smile becoming lecherous and even more so... dangerous.

"For MY master to meet YOUR master!"
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Ciel answered each question diligently and most politely until a small hand waved up from the crowd. Ciel furrowed his brow, noticing it was the size of a mere boy. He walked to the crowd as it parted, revealing a tiny boy about his own height. His brilliant blonde hair shone like pale sunlight and his eyes the deepest color of lapis lazul. His skin was the same shade of Ciel's with a bit more golden hue to it. He was wrapped in a dark violet jacket, black trousers and a deep green necktie. His clothes seemed a bit plain, but to one of Ciel's standard, he could tell they were tailored and well-made. And from that face that seemed so angelic, Ciel knew it better than anyone in the world. A violent shudder ran down his spine and he wanted to hiss much like a cat at the sight of his enemy, his nemisis from school.

"Alois Trancy!"

The cheeky blonde quirked a smile and cocked his head to the side.

"The one and only!," he said cheerfully.
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Sebastian's eyes widened and he turned to jump off the building until a shadow moved across his front. Looking up at the bright sky, the shadow moved down and landed in front of the demon, glasses glinting in the sunlight. A narrow, breath-taking face with hazel eyes stared blankly at Sebastian, dressed in a black trench coat, black pants and patent leather shoes. White gloves wrapped around hands that were eerily similar to Sebastian's and one traveled up to smooth back slightly long hair from his face, the strands falling perfectly into place. "And who are you?," Sebastian asked frostily, a odd feeling creeping in his stomach as Grell swooned in the background at the sight of two beautiful men.

The man bowed briskly.

"A butler in the name of the Trancy household. Claude Faustus."

"... and a familiar such as myself, I daresay."

The hazel eyes looked up at Sebastian and flashed red as his own, almost in a challenge. "Much so. And now, Mr. Michealis, if you don't mind, our masters are in confrontation. You may continue to battle this worthless reaper-"

"HEY!"

"-or you can make sure that nothing extreme happens down there. My master tends to... go to the extreme," Claude said in a monotone voice. Sebastian lowered his gaze and turned to Grell some. "This will have to wait once again, Mr. Sutcliffe. Until next time," he said lightly and with a dash of black, he was off of the building. Claude stared on and then looked down to see the master his own hated so much. He was a tiny thing of a human boy, but his demeanor was all his own- powerful, controlling, and strong. Claude did nothing at the sight of the child, but something intrigued him deeply of the boy. His ears pricked at the sounds of Grell grumbling and weeping, upset that his "Bassy" couldn't stay longer. Rolling his eyes some, the stoic butler turned and pushed his glasses up his nose some. "Come now, Grell. No need to be such a nuisance. We must leave now." The red-head stared after the cool, calm form of Claude and sighed, his eyes twinkling.

"WhatEVER you say, Claudy!"

"... I will end up cutting out your tongue if you continue to call me that."
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An hour later, both butlers and their respective masters sat in a corner cafe, silently observing each other with a wary eye. Well, Ciel did. Alois just stared at him rather oddly with a gleam in his blue eyes. "What do you want, Trancy?," Ciel spat out, wrapping a finger tightly around his teacup steam. "I'm just amazed at how well you handled ALL of those reporters back there, Ciel... just so poised and... HAPPY. How did you manage THAT?," Alois sneered, grinning wildly. Ciel pressed his lips together. "In a situation such as that, you have to keep everything and one under control instead of letting some media circus go crazy. It doesn't matter. Soon, I shall relocate elsewhere and manage my father's company there," the young Phantomhive said, not giving away anything.

The Funtom Company held five branches within the world. One was America, the other in London, Hong Kong, Austria, and Tokyo. Musing to himself, Ciel figured that sooner or later, Alois would figure it out, but it was a nice idea to lead him on a chase. The young blonde settled back in his chair, sighing. "Well, aren't you no fun, Ciel. Here I was, going to be nice and offer you my family's services, but you seem to do better by yourself." Ciel shrugged and took a sip of his tea, wishing it was Sebastian's own instead of this manufactured powdered nonsense. "I always do. I hadn't seen you last since school. Are you still there or home-schooled now?"

"Still there. Someone has to be the reigning king over the little ants there!," the blonde cackled loudly. Sebastian frowned at the child's behavior and was silently thankful that Ciel rarely made scenes in public. Honestly, shouldn't that Claude reign his master in? He eyed the man before him as Claude stared in the distance, a completely bored expression latched on his face.

"Would you MIND lowering your voice? You are making a scene!," hissed Ciel, looking around at the people staring over at their table, noticing the loud, laughing boy. Like a cobra, the boy's head snapped forward, his face dark and ugly. "Then they need to mind their own business. People ALWAYS have to ruin the FUN I have!," he growled, frowning deep. "Only if you continue to act like this, Trancy! Now, was there anything ELSE you wanted to discuss with me?," the Phantomhive boy sighed deeply, rubbing his eye.

"... oh. I forgot."

Alois leaned forward, grabbing Ciel by his necktie and brought him near his face, the eerie grin nearly scaring the young master as the grip tightened.

"You need to start being careful. Don't need little Ciel Phantomhive... HURT or anything..."

Ciel's eye widened.

"Sebast-"

The man whisked the boy away in his arms, readying him to leave. "I believe this little meeting is over. I must tend to my master and what work he needs to be done. Have a wonderful day, gentlemen," Sebastian smoothed out in a silky tone and Ciel in tow, the couple left the cafe.

Claude and Alois stared after them.

"Oh. They forgot to pay their bill. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Claude, whatEVER am I to do with Ciel?"
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"I've never liked him. Never EVER. The whole family disturbs me as a whole- Aaahhh!"

"And just think, they used to work for Her Majesty. Hnnn. Is that better, young master?"

"Nnnggg, I-I think so. Oh, God..."

"You never were good for words in this situation, sir."

SMACK!

A hearty chuckle flitted through the bathroom as Sebastian ran a sponge over the young boy's back, ignoring the slap his master gave him on the arm. Ciel was in heaven after such an ordeal from today. Night time now caressed the manor and as the clock ticked over the mantle at ten thirty, Ciel wanted to retire to a bath and then bed. He made the plans to move everything overseas to London and needed to make sure that their family home in the country was still in good shape. Much phone calls were made, paperwork finished and employees kept their jobs in London and still in America. He wanted the reconstruction of the buildings made and no one to loose their jobs. And through Lau, he managed to make a list of remaining mobsters left around his area that could have an interest of ridding him.

He sent Sebastian to all of them and in return-

"Each family is missing their head boss."

So, they were killed off one by one, Ciel figured in the bath. Someone was covering up their tracks well. "My Lord, are you ready to get out?," asked Sebastian, pulling him out of his deep thoughts.

Sighing, the boy stood up slowly, feeling the rivulets of water cascade down his lithe body. Several soap suds clung to parts of his body, glistening like tiny diamonds in the low light. He pushed back his wet hair and turned some, feeling a hot stare graze along his backside. He smirked, his purple and blue eyes shinning. "See something you like?," he smirked, feeling mischievous. Sebastian regarded him with a dark, hooded stare as the child climbed out of the claw-footed tub and turned fully naked to his butler, tossing his head some. "Well? Are you going to dry me off?," he drawled, dragging a hand over his collarbone to wipe the moisture from the heated flesh.

Sebastian bowed his head. "As you wish, my Lord."

And in an instant, Ciel died.

Or, at least, he felt like he was going to with Sebastian's wicked mouth and tongue licking off every droplet of water from his limbs and body. The demon has pounced on him and both ended on the bathroom floor, the young earl keening out in rapture as Sebastian tortured him with each swipe of that evil tongue. Ciel writhed on the cool, linoleum floor at the onslaught and then tensed when nimble fingers found their way up long his sides, curving under the back towards his rear. He arched, gasping as the talented mouth found home around his aching member. "M-more... please, d-d-don't stop...," Ciel stammered, his hands fisting around the ebony strands of Sebastian's head.

As wave of pleasure rolled over him, Ciel then felt a nagging at the back of his head and instead of the pleasant warmth to wrap around his mind, instead, he was transported to "That Bad Time" and everything went black. Froze. He was no longer connected to his mind-

cold... oh so cold.
alone.
where was the light?

mother? father?
there are people here... people that aren't you.
they hurt me.
bad.
mummy...

why does it burn so much?
icy hot.
i can't breathe...

i don't think i'm alive.

"STOP! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!," Ciel screamed suddenly, seizing up and jerking, twisting on the floor as a seizure erupted through him.

His violet eye burned brightly as the contract was in place. He was pulled up and rushed down to his room in the safety of a night shirt and briefs, deep within the downy comforter and goose feathered pillows. His trembling frame shook the bed some as he frantically searched around the room. "S-sebastian? I-I-I need you...," he trailed off, raising his arms to his butler, who stood far off near the door.

Sebastian looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"I don't believe that is a good idea."

Ciel teared up, clutching at his head. "I CAN'T THINK NOW. YOU HAVE TO STAY WITH ME OR SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN!," he howled, wanting to drown, drown, drown in his bed. "This is unbecoming of you, young master. Please stop acting so childishly," came the cool reply. Ciel started, his blood trickling like ice in his body at the tone. Blinking slowly, he then kept his head down and cautiously, he rolled over on his side, feeling his heart like lead beat against his chest.

"Fine. Leave."

"I will stay until young master has fallen asleep."

"I already told you. I won't sleep tonight. GET OUT," he stressed out, hiding his face in his many pillows. Silence stretched out until Ciel finally heard the gentle click of his bedroom door.
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Several hours passed into the night and Sebastian, who never really took care of the luxury of sleeping, was actually awoken from his deep slumber. The night had him worried, stressed and over-all exhausted at his young master. He accidentally fell asleep from reading. It was dark in his room, save the sliver of moonlight in the room. He pondered, wondering what woke him. Then, he felt something tiny and warm against him. Turning some, Sebastian saw the tiny form of Ciel in his bed, sound asleep with a hand curled in his button-down shirt, pressed against him so closely. The man stared at him for a moment, amazed at how much the child wouldn't listen to him. But, he was relieved the master was sleeping and peacefully at that matter. "Oh dear... it seems you've gotten attached to me more ways than one. Whatever am I to do?," Sebastian mused, turning over so he could spoon the boy into his embrace better.

The seizures Ciel had normally occurred whenever they did something too close and personal. The exception with Lau's accidental drug, Sebastian and Ciel could never move pass certain levels of their intimate relationship of demon and human sexual activities. It always triggered something terrible from Ciel's past.

Sebastian held the boy close, his hand traveling under the nightshirt Ciel wore.

There, he found the scar on the smooth back and traced it lightly, frowning.

Oh yes, they would find the people responsible for killing Rachel and Vincent... and for branding his own human.
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1) The "tall, dark, and rapist" line comes from an AWESOME webcomic called "Teahouse" which I HIGHTLY recommend for those who like brothels and yaoi mixed into it. The artwork and story line is DELICIOUS. When you see that line made for a character, you'll see why I put it in here. YUM.

Also, I like the nickname they give Sebastian in the English dub. "Bassy" sounds REALLY fun though. -grins- "Sebas-chan" is cute, but... BASSY! -proceeds to make out with the computer screen-

"The Bad Time" is a reminiscant of what occured to Ciel in the manga/anime, but also ties in with how Lisbeth Salander calls her bad time in "The Girl Who Played With Fire" novel, "All The Evil" that happened. I LOVE that series.

The next chapter will be worth it. More explorations with certain butlers and their earls. Fwahahaha.
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-

Later Days!
-SD