Always Waiting for his Prince to Come

by Always Cry Over Spilled Milk

"Ciel sometimes compared himself to those princesses from the old children stories, what with always being locked up, waiting for his prince to come and rescue him." Or, in which Ciel finally decides he's had enough of always being locked away from the world and sneaks out. While out, he meets a handsome stranger and his life becomes a lot more complicated than it's ever been.

10. Chapter 10

Shit goes down in this chapter.

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Chapter 10

Immediately after he fell through his window, Ciel noticed the lock.

How could he not have? His bedroom door was wide-open, the lock clearly broken and falling out. So not everyone had given up, after all. Someone was apparently very determined to get in there.

Ciel took off his cloak and threw it on the bed. He was pissed. That was a perfectly good lock that locked perfectly well! He stormed down the stairs and into the sitting room, where he knew at least his mother would be. His father was there, too, though, so that was a plus. The more people he got to yell at the better.

"What the hell?!" he yelled, clearly ticked off, when he took a few steps into the room.

Everyone in the room- his mother, father, and Mey-Rin- looked up in surprise.

"Who the fuck screwed with my door?"

His father stood calmly, looking at his son with disregard. "Ciel, that is no way to speak to your parents."

"You think I give a fuck how you think I should speak to you?"

"Ciel-"

"No, just shut up! You've never cared about me or any of my shit!"

"Compose yourself, Ciel. This is no time to argue over completely irrelevant matters."

"And when is the time, then, huh? You never pay any attention to me, so when else would ever be the proper goddamn time?"

"Fine, then. If you wish to discuss this now, fine." Vincent stepped closer to Ciel. "You are nothing but a child, Ciel. You never listen to what anyone says, and you know nothing about the real world. You are too immature and I cannot stand the fact that you are to be the next Phantomhive head."

"Maybe that's because you shielded me from the real world. Ever thought of it that way? Maybe if you had given me the freedom to go outside whenever I so desired, then I wouldn't be sneaking around so much."

"That is completely irrelevant. It was because of your own childish curiosity that you snuck out upon so many occasions."

"Now that I think about it, though, I'm kind of glad it was this way. Otherwise I might've never met Sebastian."

Vincent looked disgusted. "You mean your whore? You repulse me."

"He's no whore, father. He's good to me. I feel better when I'm with him than I ever have here. I love him, and I guess that's the difference. I fucking hate you."

Ciel glared at his father once more before turning and walking straight out the main doors, being sure to slam them behind him.