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Also, this chapter is so close to the ending of the story XD We're almost finished

BTW this chapter is kind of weird, but it's part of the story, not an extra…don't just skip it, please


Normal POV

There was once a little boy who had everything in the world. His parents were loving and kind, his life perfect. He was rich and had a lovely fiancé. Every day, he would go out in the back of his huge mansion and play with his dog. Sometimes his fiancé, a good friend, would come to play and the two would have fun together. Later in the evening, his father and mother would come out to play as well. This was the only world he knew. The sweet, kind, innocent world of children was the only world he was ready for. It was cruel, so cruel when he was shoved so quickly into a world of darkness and hate.

It was that night, his birthday of all days. He was going to sleep with his parents that night, but there was something very different in store for the little boy.

He found himself being kidnapped by unknown, masked men who laughed at his protests. His parents were dead, that much he knew and no one was going to help him. The days that followed the kidnapping were torture. Once he had only known a world of happiness and now he only knew a world of pain and despair. If such a world existed like this, and he, a young child, was thrown so quickly into it there was indeed something above that was very cruel. And if there was no one stopping or helping him, then there must be nothing…nothing above that was good.

There was no God.

At that moment, the white, pure angel wings that had once floated invisibly around him began to dirty, his pale wings began to darken. They were tainted so much, there was no going back. But the boy didn't have to fear going back, because he wasn't going back anyway. He only wanted to go forward to the future and avenge and kill, so he contracted willingly. Something once lost will never return. And the shadowy, dark figure in front of him confirmed that. Hearing the screams of his attackers was a sickeningly sweet sound. Yes, revenge…that was what he wanted.

When the boy came back, his normally cheerful persona had vanished into thin air. It was replaced by a cold callous and indifferent persona, and a sheet of ice had grown around his heart, daring someone to melt it.

Oh, and many did try, so very hard to melt it but there was no use in trying. His fiancé, who he had once played tea party with, could now only cry at the sight of him. All her attempts were failing miserably. His servants had tried as well, but had managed only to fail and annoy him even more.

In so many stories a cold personality can be warmed by naïve, innocent, bubbily characters with a cute smile. Sadly, this was not to happen with this boy, scarred for life. This story was the complete opposite. Instead of a bubbily character, it was the character least expected to thaw the icy heart of the boy.

It was the vile, tainted, dark demon who was to take this boy's soul. Unexpected, yet so perfect. The boy let the demon come close and gradually thaw his heart. Little by little, the ice melted. Sometimes the boy surprised himself by asking the demon for something that seemed childish and stupid. He never felt like he was the one giving. There wasn't any hope, really, at all for him. If he felt the tiniest amount of affection for someone, he would try to squash it.

Before these feelings came, there was one thing that covered his mind.

Revenge.

All he thought of day and night after he got out of his personal Hell was revenge. If anything happened to him, it was irrelevant and unimportant if it didn't deal with…revenge. He thought only of how to avenge the dreadful murder of his parents and the shaming of his noble name.

Once his heart started to thaw, he noticed too late how much he thought of another thing besides revenge. He thought of the demon. With occasions so small as this, he, as noted before, crushed the emotions before they could interfere with his actions, except this time was different. Oh, he tried and tried but they wouldn't go away. He would notice the way the demon's hair fell or how lovely his eyes were, or how nice his body was and then mentally slap himself. After nights and nights of trying to kill stubborn emotions, he decided to take a chance; a risk and put himself out into the danger. That is, the danger of love.

Love was a very dangerous thing and the most terrible price to pay if the gamble was lost. The feelings were so strong, though, that he couldn't stand not knowing anymore and took the gamble. For once after that night, he thought something good might happen and he could have a happy ending.

He was wrong, terribly wrong. He lost the bet, of course, and paid the price.

That's what he thought.

Maybe things were different. He saw something in the demon's eyes the night he was caught with his "friend" that made him want to continue and try the bet again. He had sworn not to put himself out again. It was like losing thousands of dollars in the lottery and then vowing to never gamble again. But then you get the feeling that today is lucky and you feel you want to try your luck again, just one more time; for a final answer.

This cold boy had never really known love and he had never really wished to until it hit him straight on, like a bullet. Since then, it started to grow inside him like a parasite, slowly gnawing on his insides until he couldn't take it and had to do something about it. He loved the feeling love gave him (it was painful to say he did) and didn't wanted to taste the bitter flavor of rejection.

This was going to be his only chance at love, and he was ignoring it with something so stupid as a one night stand? No, he would take the spider's thread that hung above his head and see where it would lead him to.

Ciel Phantomhive, the boy was not going to give up on Sebastian Michaelis, the demon. He would chase him and find out if he could win this time.


There was once a demon. He had everything that a demon could want. He had good souls, a good life in Hell and whatever he could call a loving family. Every night, him and his brother would go hunting for a poor human at the edge of their life, or growing close to insanity that was willing to grab the spider's thread. Every night when they went hunting, they had a fulfilling meal. The souls tasted fine and there was nothing the demon could want. He was in heaven, which as ironic as it was, it was true.

But then he got his pride up and decided he wanted high quality souls. He was sick of all the "fine" souls he ate and wanted something far more delicious.

For years, he kept his hunger in check and forced himself not to eat with his heavy pride. After decades and centuries, he was starting to think that he would starve to death or have to go back to hunting low class souls. It's not as though he couldn't do it. He just felt he deserved better, and didn't want to settle for less. He wouldn't settle for less if he could find more. Looking forever, he finally found a small boy, whose soul smelled delectable.

He wanted it.

And thus, he contracted with the brat. For this amazing quality, he could stand the hunger even longer. After all, a human's lifespan paled in comparison to the demon's. What was sixty or seventy years to wait. It would take even shorter if he fulfilled his goals sooner. This soul was delicious looking, but also very unique. While it was defiled and no longer innocent in the ways of the world, it was pure of the corruption and lies that normally tainted every soul.

For this, he would even sink as low as to become a butler. He would tend after the young boy's every need and take care of meddlesome servants. Normally, his life as a butler entailed chores and boring housework that he, as a demon, put no effort into.

Although as time went by, the tedious tasks became more difficult. And more interesting. He was now fighting a reaper and investigating serious murder cases. Never before had he been put to battle with any other creature than a human. This boy was really more interesting than he seemed. Yes, he was interesting. His outside cover was an uncaring, heartless being, yet he was still a child at heart. Despite the darkness than surrounded him, light shone on his heart. That light, however, was covered in a thick layer of ice, inpenetrable. Still, it was fascinating to watch both sides of the personality react to each comment the demon threw at the small boy. Sometimes his replies were that of a grown man and sometimes they were that of a pouting child.

As he watched the boy grow and change, the demon noticed himself changing in more ways than one. First, he was much more favorable to humans. His personality from being with this boy and being on earth had altered and it was not a welcome change. Neither was the change that showed his reaction towards the child. Sometimes, he would catch himself unnecessarily eying him and swear to himself for his stupidity. Sometimes he would catch himself thinking that the boy was his when others touched him. Every time, he would try to pretend it never happened.

Before all of these stupid changes, he had one thing on his mind and that thing was hunger. All he thought of was eating high quality souls, searching for high quality souls, finding a weak human to willingly pull the spider's thread he hung teasingly before them. Never before had he shown affection to another, especially a human. In Hell, the closes thing to affection was punching your brother or beating up your sister. Affection wasn't easily found where he came from, if there was such a thing there people had the oddest ways of showing it.

The logical reason to avoid affection/love/care/relationships was the risk it involved. The demon was smart and knew it wasn't worth it to put yourself out into the world and just hope by chance it would give you something back.

No, his world would slap you in the face and put a knife to your throat if you even hinted that sort of action.

This was why he was surprised at himself when he noticed that his feelings started to maneuver themselves towards another person. If someone besides him touched his boy, he would flinch. Only at the smallest scale, minutely, but nevertheless he would flinch. He noticed that once a girl had forced herself upon him, the boy became upset. He was downright angry and the demon never could figure that out. His head couldn't make out the simple love logic. Love was too big of a word for him.

Until he felt it himself.

A demon like himself never felt emotions and never wanted them, but they came to him anyways. All the changes he had felt and all the mixed emotions that coursed through him were all small hints of something special that was about to happen. It took forever for him to finally realize what was going on. The demon couldn't believe himself at all and there was lots of denying, but eventually he settled on the truth.

And there was no going back. Once he figured himself out, he figured the boy out and wondered if he had a chance. He was about to announce what he was thinking when he found him, his boy with another.

Then it dawned on him how selfish he had been. He couldn't expect to turn the child down once with that girl and then still expect him to feel the same. He had obviously found someone else that could fill the gap in his emotions and it seemed to be coming along quite well.

The demon wanted to kill the "partner", but he was under contract. And a demon never broke his aesthetic. He just gave up and decided that his mother was right when she said love wasn't real and if it was it only hurt. He wasn't going to ignore the soul, but for now he just had to painfully wait and act as though everything was alright.

It felt like daggers pierced him every time his thoughts wandered to that one boy.

Yes, Ciel Phantomhive, the boy had truly broken Sebastian Michaelis, the demon's heart.


Was that a recap of all that just happened?

I hope it wasn't a totally bad story, cause it took 1 ½ hours to write

Review please…I really need reviews on this chapter!