Chapter Title: Oz's Ciel
Anime's: Kuroshitsuji and Pandora Hearts
Pairings: CielXOz
Chapter Summary: Oz sits and ponders the life that is Ciel Phantomhive
Quote: One Ciel's too many, and a hundred's not enough
Ciel could aggravate Oz like no one else. It took a lot to get under Oz's skin, yet the Phantomhive heir could pull off the endeavor time and time again without even trying. He was unnaturally cold towards absolutely everyone in his circle of acquaintances. He took little to no interest in every day pleasures. He never said 'sorry' or 'thank you' unless it was required of him. It took freezing hell over twice to get him to smile, and heaven was demanded to be brought down in order for him to laugh somewhat honestly.
It was exhausting being around him. It was like he could suck the fun out of everything. All he wanted to do was act like an adult at the age of thirteen. Work, eat, see to his duties, sleep, lather rinse, and repeat. Oz could not understand how the other could live with such a limited life style. It was like he was living for a darkness that would eventually swallow him. It scared Oz to a certain degree, and it made him glad that there was only one Ciel Phantomhive in the world. The universe would not be able to handle another. One was more than enough.
And yet, at times, Ciel was everything good in the world.
When you got past the ice, Ciel was a surprisingly warm person. He would smile at you as though you were the world, and he would mean it. Even if those smiles were secret, and given out only when others weren't looking, they were 100% genuine. No acts, no lies, just the truth. When that boy laughed, every miracle on earth was overshadowed by the pure joy behind those sounds. Ciel's laugh was the crème of the crop.
When he took interest in something, he put his all into it. There was something amazing about watching him act determinedly about something. Just looking on from the sidelines as Ciel put everything he had into a task, took Oz's breath away in the most wonderful of ways. And when the prick finally got around to showing gratitude or apologizing for something, he humbled himself to a point where he was equal with whoever he was speaking to.
At times like those the world didn't have enough Ciel's. The world didn't have enough honesty, enough drive, or enough self worth. In moments like those, Oz understood what little honor the universe truly had. There were evil men out there. Men who left themselves with no options, and greatly dimmed the chances others had for good lives.
When Oz took time to think about people like that, he understood that Ciel was not limiting his life, or the lives of anybody else. He was simply living in limits until the rest of the world caught up to his status of freedom. Ciel was a truly good person behind all the walls and denials he put up around himself.
"Do you see something wrong with my face?"
Oz shook himself from his thoughts. He grinned at the annoyed earl next to him. "No. Why?"
Ciel's left eye twitched. "Then stop staring. You look like an old pervert."
Oz could not help but burst out laughing. Even when Ciel, face flushed in embarrassment, demanded him to stop, Oz did not have the strength to do as he was told. At times like these, even a thousand Ciel's would not be enough to pacify the world. Too bad that Oz held in his possession the only one in creation.