I do not own Kuroshitsuji. Sorry it's been a while since I last uploaded a chapter and stuff ;^_^ I have been on Gaia Online playing games and such.
Anyway, This chapter is in Gregory Violet's Point of View ^_^
It's The Same
By WonderlandIsAnIllusion
Wisteria is quiet, his eyes looking down, and I was sitting on his bed. I didn't mind the silence. I decided to to do something different, closed my eyes, and begun drawing. I can invision what I want to be on the piece of paper. I block everything out expect for the work of art I'm drawing without opening my eyes to look upon it. After a minutes I opened my eyes and faintly smiled for it looks just I how I wanted it to look like...
"You have a lovely smile, Violet." Wisteria commented softly and his right index finger on my lips. "You really should smile more often."
I frowned, my lips part to take in his index finger into my mouth, and I gently bite down on his finger for it was a warning. Plus I do not want to taste his blood. Wisteria didn't look upset about being bitten, but his cheeks are flushed and he places a pillow onto his lap.
"Your drawing looks amazing as always." He told me and his eyes looking into mine. I did not look away, but he looked away after a few minutes. I decided to lay down on his bed, he lays down beside me, and arms raised up towards the ceiling.
"Violet, Is it a crime to love?" Wisteria asked me. "Should love be punished? Should love be illegal? Is it so wrong to love someone? Should love be met with death?"
"No." I said simply and he holds my left hand. His hand trembling, silent tears going down his cheeks, and I closed my eyes. He and I still laying next to each other. He hugs me, tears falling onto my neck, and I opened my eyes.
"Is it a sin to love?" He whispered, his voice shaking, and I looked into his eyes.
"No." I stated calmly and he released me from the hug. He stood up, walked, and poured himself a glass of water. I stretched my arms and looked up at his ceiling. "Some say love is worth fighting for...Of course others say it's worth dying or living for love."
Wisteria handed me a frilly black dress, he turned away, and I changed into it with ease. The frilly black dress goes to my knees. After a few minutes he turns my way and walks towards me. His eyes are puffy, he hugs me, and I remain quiet.
"I hate myself at times." He tells me and his head gently resting on top of mine. "I hate myself for feeling such emotions...because it will bring only death if discovered by others. You are a really amazingly talented artist along with being so beautiful it is almost painful, Violet."
His body trembling, he moves his head from mine, I sat down on the bed, and he falls to his knees. He is inbetween my legs and his arms still around my mid back.
"You are having an emotional breakdown." I commented and his puffy eyes looking into mine. "I do not know how to help you."
"The world is cruel for bringing death and saying it is wrong for there to be love between two people just because they are not the opposite." Wisteria says softly and he releases me. He stands up, looks into my eyes, and smiles sadly. "It is a selfish wish, but at times I wish you were born girl for then there would be no chance of being put to death...You look like a girl regardless of what you wear whether it is pants, dresses, or skirts..I can't stop the way I feel towards you, Violet."
"Do you want me to make you hate me?" I asked calmly and he smiles sadly.
"Nothing you do will make me hate you. I have tried several times, but alas I'm unable to hate you or dislike you." He informs me. "I tried to avoiding you, but it only makes the longing and wanting worse.."
"Is it love or lust which drives you?" I asked him and looked into his eyes. "If it is lust then it shall pass afterwards, but if it is love it will not go away."
It is troublesome. It shouldn't be my problem at all and I shouldn't have to be the one to fix it, but he can't solve it on his own. I grabbed him, my tightly eyes closed, and kissed him directly on the lips. He gasps and I pushed him onto his bed. My knees are parted, his arms wrapped around my waist, and I'm laying on top of him. The frilly black dress is wrinkled, but that really doesn't matter at all.
I can tell he is hard, his cheeks are flushed, breathing heavily, and I looked into his eyes while having my hands on his covered chest.
"So, Wisteria. Is it lust or love?" I asked him. "Of course it could be a mixture of both."
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