Song: Take me to the Hospital by The Faint


Ciel dreamed of falling through an endless, black vortex. He only felt the feeling of ever-falling, the adrenaline singing through his veins, burning paths as it went and one blue eye, one violet one- decorated with the contract- twitched like as if one was in a feverish dream. Only it felt ever so real, and no one was here to save the pure, pure fallen child.

Ciel saw others like him, nameless faces and lives that had been lived like his own- great people, possessing the same mind, the same attitude…and some forged their way the world, and some- like him- didn't. They were meant to stay in the shadows, silently-ever, ever so silently- manipulating through tendrils of darkness that would grasp and keep you and possess you until you couldn't think…

But he passed them all, whether he rose or fell it didn't matter- he was passing them, and that was all that counted. He felt a whimsical, almost giddy feeling surge in him in outrage, reminding him of the insane adrenaline. Somehow he knew he was going to die. He was going to life. He was going to give everything…

He loved, he hated, he felt horror and felt triumph. He was cold, there was hot, hot, hot and oh- his family was burning! But he loved the fire; it was a cold pain that raced through his veins at the feeling of being burned alive by a fire that would never judge him for what he did… He trembled, weak just for a moment and no one would ever care, just the fire just might-just might-might…

Ciel's thoughts were swallowed by blackness once again. Colors now- colors began invading his vision, crazy pink and obscene yellow-green-black-red-purple-orange-yellow-blue-blue-blue-blue-!

Splash.

Ciel felt jolted awake by the feeling of cold sensation, by not dying, by dying-and he didn't know anymore.

Darkness now slowly seeped through his vision, enveloping him in a seductive sin, piercing through his veins…his sight was swallowed first. His taste. His touch. His life.

The darkness whispered comforting things, cradling a boy who hated the light and shunned it whenever possible, which coldly manipulated, who killed silently without wetting his hands with blood…and Ciel could only respond to feel content…

" You lied, my Lord. You promised to live until I got down to Zero."

He responded, feeling deadly tired. " I…lied…?"

The fire engulfed him, and he was remembered of life. His duty. He couldn't give his life to death- he had promised-!

" I won't let you die yet." The fire said, as if echoing his thoughts.

" Ah…that's right…you don't lie," Ciel said, almost whimsically to the fire, holding him in his lovely grip. " There's something I want to ask you…" He continued.

" Yes, my Lord?"

He had to ask the fire. He had to. " Who are you now…?"

" What a silly question." The fire answered, and Ciel felt muddled, confused.

" Bocchan, when you own me, I am forever your demon of a butler."

Ciel felt peace seep through him, the fire comforting him instead of the darkness. …Sebastian and the fire were one and the same. And while perhaps…The devourer didn't love its meal, the meal loved the devourer enough to let it be eaten without complaint.


BAB: I do not own. at all. You know the drill. And I thank each and every one of my reviewers! :D ( Oh, and this takes place in the last episode. Basically what happened if Ciel fainted while he fell from the bridge. Not too much love...but I think I kept it almost obscenely in character. -frowns at the one shot- Darn you inner Ciel. Darn you. if I had to have most of your personality, then I should have gotten a Sebastian, too!)