A cold prison cell became Ciel's new home. The boy curled into a boy in the corner of the small room, sobbing to himself as he tried to find a comforting thought but he had no happy thoughts, no memories that were not soiled with anguish and now not even his mother could bring the lonely boy peace of mind. Rachel had seen to that when she cruelly told her stepson/nephew that he was not her son. How terrible was it to know that he was alone without a friend in the world, without love or even someone willing to hold him one last time before he was put out of his misery by the noose he faced in the morning.
He trembled with cold as the frosty breeze of winter bit at his toes and clawed at what exposed skin it could find. All Ciel could think was that, if Alois had never come back, he would now be in Sebastian's arms; he would have been wanted if not loved. He would have had someone to hold him in the cold nights, someone who would tell him everything was going to be ok. And, perhaps, one day, he would have Sebastian whisper the three sweet words that no one dare utter to the fragile blunette.
If only.
A shaky breath was sucked in by the young one. He knew it was too late, knew it was useless to pray but he couldn't help but plea with whatever god was listening for some kind of mercy. He didn't deserve it but he hoped that, just maybe, he would be granted some kind of happiness after this hell.
Ciel hiccupped softly and wiped the tears from his cheeks only to have his cheeks wetted once again by a fresh cascade of tears. A broken sob escaped his lips despite his efforts to stay quiet and his arms tightened around his legs. "My, my, what a pitiful sight," said the one voice Ciel wanted to hear most. The boy looked up, his eyes hungry for the sight of the man he loved most.
"Sebastian," he breathed and crawled over to his king who was standing just beyond reach on the other side of the bars that separated them.
"Is this your remorse, murderer, or are these tears of despair at getting caught?" asked Sebastian, his eyes hard and cold as he looked down at the child. Ciel looked so small, so frightened; it was hard to believe that the boy had murdered Alois only yesterday even though it had happened right before the kings eyes. "I came to ask if you had a last request. Every prisoner has a right to a last request."
Those big blue eyes only watered more. "Can I ...can I ..." he stuttered and swallowed. "If...you'll let me, I want to be held in your arms. I want you to pretend that you love me." He said softly, his cheeks slightly pink as he gazed up at the elder. "Just until it's time... I just want ...I have always wanted..." he looked down. "I want you to love me." And again he wept, clinging to the bars as he stained the metal with his tears. "He was going to kill you. For a time, I wanted you dead too. You had only used me as a substitute for Alois and I wanted to be yours, your only and I love you but you... you wouldn't... then Claude promised that he would love me always if I helped but he isn't you but I decided it was better than nothing but then I saw you and I... I couldn't let that happen... I'm sorry."
Sebastian was silent for a moment before walking away.
"What about my request?" Ciel asked desperately.
Sebastian paused in his steps. "My heart has always belonged to you."
Then he was gone.
