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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The city was quiet, empty and haunting. The moon and the faint glow of the street lamps was all that lit the way to the old run down Funeral Parlor. After a weird almost frightening night of finding himself in rooms he didn't remember entering he was where he wanted to be. The grungy street seemed to go on for miles, leading him farther and farther away from the new more innovated city that stood behind him. Even in the thick black coat that the man was wearing, he could feel the chill of the air on his skin. Slowly Sebastian found himself in front of the Parlor, the lights of inside the building could be seen through the dingy, glossed over glass. Carefully he opened the door and slipped inside quickly to see the place was brightly lit up. The place seemed to be empty, even with all those lights it seemed to be abandoned. The red eyes of the demon scanned the room very carefully searching for any sign of the man he desired. It was when he heard the sound of grumbles and curses that he headed towards them.
Hidden in a small back room stood the Undertaker, his hair was in a ponytail and the bangs were surprisingly pulled away from his face. He was hunched over a filing cabinet searching for something. The man seemed to be flustered and frightened, which was a shock. In a spiral of papers and dust the man whirled around holding a stack of folders. Each one had a blue post it sticking out from them. The face of the man before him was one of fear, almost horror, his face was paler than normal and the grip on the folders was a death grip.
"The song, the song. You heard it too." His voice wasn't normal it was one filled with fear.
A loud whack filled the air of the office and than a soft thud of something falling. A red mark slowly was appearing on the Reapers cheek, the bangs that once were held back by a clip had come undone and were all in front of his face, covering the mans eyes. A gloved hand gently feel back to the demons side as he just watched calmly, waiting and hoping that some sense had been knocked back in the man once more. No Reaper should ever be scared, not even with this. It frightened Sebastian to see the one man he was depending on to be so much like a human, and show fear. Time seemed to tick by as the room stayed silent waiting, it seemed like the whole world was holding it's breath to wait and see what would happen next. It was when the Undertaker moved that it seemed like the world started rotating again. The gray haired man slowly bent down and picked up the shattered files, slowly moving back into a standing position before the red eyed man. If eye contact could be made, it was and in that exchange was no words but the exchange of emotions, of the fear of time. With each tick of the clock the more fear could been seen in those red eyes. The more time passed, the more vivid the death of Ciel came.
"The truth must be told, now." That was all the demon said before he turned his back and left the Undertaker alone with his files, with the truth, and the lives of his Master.
The faint tint of light was slowly filling the sky, the red sky slowly faded to yellow, than to blue bringing the new day in. Still sitting comfortably was Ciel, his hair was in a disarray, his body seemed frail and weak, the skin on his body seemed to have no color, no life to it. Though it was when he heard the soft sound of feet approaching this room his body came back to life. In those hours of sitting watching the moon rise and fall and the sun slowly rise over the tree line. He had replayed everything in his head. The feelings, the emotions, the events that had taken place. In the depths of him he discovered something, discovered what those dreams had meant, and what he needed. Ciel heard the door open and he sprung to his feet and stared at the tall figure in the doorway. The pale skin, the piercing red eyes, and the black hair. It was all there but the hair was messy, the eyes seemed almost dead like, the clothes were just street clothes. For once the male saw his butler as a normal man, and not a perfect butler. Though he ignored that and slowly went up to the male standing there. His mind was in a blur and his chest felt like it was going to burst open from how hard his heart was beating. In a quick motion he was in front of Sebastian looking up at him. His large blue eye watching him closely, a small smile appearing on his face. For once Ciel was glad he had grown, though he wasn't as tall as the man before him he was tall enough to do what he wanted to do. It was almost childish, the young boy went up on his toes and gently pushed his lips against the man's before him. Than backed up quickly to see the reaction.
Sebastian wasn't all there, his brain was thinking on how he was going to explain to his Master that he has been alive for hundreds of years, he had no control over himself, he just walked after the meeting with the Undertaker. It was when he felt something soft touch his lips, and the warmth of a human body was near him that he snapped back to reality. There before him was Ciel, the boy looked flustered and looked like he was going to faint. The boy's eye was filled with an emotion that to Sebastian wasn't comprehensible but he knew what it was. It was the same feeling hat he had within him, somewhere deep, buried, hidden away. In the moment of realization the feeling dug it's self out and shot through him like a bullet. Without any control over his body he was before the boy again, his arms wrapped around the thin body, his forehead resting gently against Ciel's. A moment of weakness. That Sebastian wasn't planning on ending yet.
It was a feeling of bliss, or returned passion, and love. It was everything Ciel had wanted when he had kissed Sebastian, this was what he wanted. The silent exchange of kisses, and the soft caresses, it felt like heaven. Inside of him he could feel something growing, it was the fear of loosing control, of being weak. Though it was pushed aside and Ciel got lost again in the touch and feel of the demon before him. This was no time for those feelings, for those fearing to appear, this was more important. An exchange in love. A love that seemed to be held within for centuries almost. Something that existed since he met Sebastian. The boy had no clue on how this was possible bu he ignored it and just let his thoughts disappear as he lost himself in the soft touch of Sebastian.
Hours passed and Ciel was laying in his bed, bare and exposed under the covers. His body ached, but it was something he didn't truly mind. It was the inner warmth, the joy that seemed to fill him. It was laying there with his head resting on a cool chest, with the soft sound of a heart beat that made him feel safe, like nothing could harm him. It was here hat he felt like he could take the world and forget about the insecurities that were haunting him in the back of his mind. It was in this spot that he felt like he had met his match. The feeling of Sebastian's arms around him, embracing him closer as the rested was something that he could not replace.
In the depths of the sewers the figure was full formed, white and almost pure looking. In its hand was the spear, the blade gleamed silver in the darkness of the sewers. The figure moved, walking away from where it had been pinned, it walked searching for an exit to the outside world. In 4 days there was a duty that had to be done. A final duty that would end his existence, and the existence the boy he was destined to destroy. Soon the cycle of rebirth and death would come to an end. For once he would be spared from the pain.