It had often been wondered amongst those living in the Phantomhive household why the master of the house would ever summon a most troublesome blonde back from the dead. Why on earth would the bluenette do that? Was it that he felt lonely and wanted a companion? Was it out of whimsy? If so, why Alois Trancy, of all people?
These thoughts often loomed over the boy's thoughts. While Ciel had difficulty deceiving Alois' thought processes, Alois had difficulty understanding the bluenettes. It wasn't often that he would ponder about this, but nights like this brought his mind back to that ominous night in autumn almost a year ago. One moment, he was in Ciel's mind, the next, he was with Hannah and Luka, and after that, he was in the boy's basement, stark naked, and was informed that over a hundred years had passed. It was all like a dream that he couldn't wake up from, not that he wanted to.
Alois sat at his desk, staring at his bedroom ceiling as he thought. It was still difficult to wrap his head around all of this. For some reason or another, it was he who the mysterious slate-haired teen decided to resurrect. He still wasn't entirely sure how he did. According to Ciel, it was quite simple to create a human body using alchemy if you had all of the ingredients. Getting it to take the shape he wanted was as simple too, as he used his own memories of the boy to mold the shape to his will.
Yes, very skin he was wearing wasn't even his own. He would often look in the mirror and gawk at how accurate it was. Why did Ciel remember his face so well? The boy hadn't seen the blonde in over a hundred years, yet it was as though it hadn't been five minutes. Why was that? Did he have photographic memory or something? The blonde's questions didn't even cease there.
His original body was supposedly still buried in an old cemetery nearby. Now that was a heavy thought to dwell on. Knowing that somewhere, your own corpse is rotting and being devoured by worms and bugs buried under six feet of dirt. Yet he is still comfortable the way he is now. He felt as though the stained body that irked him so was somehow cleansed. He rather liked that thought.
That explains the body, but what about the soul? Alois had asked the bluenette this as well. After all, his soul had been eaten by Hannah, and the maid was dead. How on earth did the boy accomplish that? According to Ciel, all that was needed was a sinlge item. The ring that contained his soull all those years ago.
The ring was found in the clock tower behind the Trancy Manor were the blonde had left it. All Ciel had to do, was go get it. This way, there would be a way to tie an almost unattainable soul to the mortal world. It was at that point in the blonde's thought process that some thing hit him. A possible explanation to why him.
Because it would be easy. Let's say, for the sake of argument that the eyepatch-wearing Earl had developed a sense of whimsy. Now how many of the boy's other acquaintances had an item that contained their soul? The answer is none.
Alois really didn't know how to feel about that. He didn't know whether to feel sad, or angry, or happy, or lucky, or thankful. Because of this, this... stroke of luck, he was able to get a complete second-chance at life. But still, he wasn't at all special to the boy. That's all it was. He was bored and wanted to flaunt his power, and the blonde just happened to fit the bill.
But what did the boy want with him after he was resurrected? He could have simply gotten rid of him, if he pleased. But Ciel, for whatever reason, decided to keep him as a pet, and train him to live in modern society. Before long, he was promoted from "pet" to "friend", and here he was now, contemplating all of this. All he knew, is that at some point, be it minutes, months, or years, before he was summoned, or even directly after, something changed the the bluenette's mind.
The blonde had wondered what, and when, and even asked the boy directly, but all Ciel would say was, "I don't know", "That's none of your business", or "That's for me to know". Not knowing somehow ate at the blonde. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn't understand his friend's intentions. Not knowing is always much worse than knowing. The bluenette's emotions were like a box filled with endless possibilities. A Schrodinger's Earl, perhaps? The blonde had no way of knowing what the boy was thinking due to the simple fact that there was no way he could look inside. That's just the way people are, I suppose, whether human, or demon.
Ciel had his reasons. He simply longed for the Victorian era he was born in. He held a certain sense of nostalgia for it. However, he could find nothing that could replicate the feeling of being there. TV dramas were inaccurate, and many things from that time have been "modernized", or simply vanished all together. Perhaps he simply wanted someone to confide in, unable to do so with the flexible older demon, Sebastian, who was very capable of adjusting to change. That is to be expected, I suppose. He is an immortal being, after all, and time is ever-changing, ever-evolving.
Maybe his softening over the years had made him more longing for these things. Maybe this new-found childishness made him susceptible to being lonely, as well. The boy couldn't get too close to other children "his age", due to the fact that he was a demon. Any friendships he made would have to be short-lived in order to maintain the illusion of his humanity. It would be rather odd for his friends to get older and die while he remained forever young. That was another thing. The death of his human friends was imminent. Wouldn't it be better to have a friend that wouldn't do this?
On a certain level, Ciel probably knows all of this. However his pride and sense of self would never allow him to acknowledge any of this. It was so out of character for the boy, yet isn't. After all, he is only a child.
It was easiest to bring back Alois, but there was also the fact that he felt as though he really knew the boy already. They did share a body and memories, you know. In a way, he could really identify with the estranged blonde boy, and maybe this was a contributing factor as well.
Either way, he had no regrets on the matter. He had obtained his first true friend. Not a family member, not an acquaintance, not an associate, not some random nutter who followed him around, but a friend. He legitimately felt happy when interacting with the blonde, even though they were such mirror opposites.
Alois had light-hair, he had dark, Alois was hyper, he was reserved, Alois liked greasy fish 'n chips, he liked cake. These differences sometimes made it difficult to get along, with the blonde being "an idiot" and all. But still, they got along swimmingly.
A knock was heard at the bluenette's door. "Come in." he said.
"Pppphhhhhbblghblghblghblghbl ghblgh..."
"Alois, stop using the door to make disgusting noises, and come in."
The door opened, revealing the blonde boy. He walked right into the room like he owned the place. "What? Farts are funny!"
"To an idiot like you, maybe."
"Oh Ciel! You wound me so!" the blonde cried melodramatically before falling face-first on the bluenette's bed. "I'm bored." he spoke into the mattress.
"Then go do something."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, read a book."
"Fuck you."
Ciel immediately had to curse himself for allowing his mind to wander directly into the gutter. He adjusted himself and turned around in his chair to look at the blonde. "Then what is it exactly that you propose?"
"Plaaaaaaay wiiiiith meeeee!" the blonde whined as he rolled around across the bed.
"Nerf battle to the death?"
"Hahahaha, hell no."
"Go bother your rubber duck, then."
Alois sat up and glared at the boy. "He has a perfectly good name, you know." He walked over and looked Ciel in the eye. "His name is Bernard."
"I will be sure to notify you when I start to give a shit."
And with that, the boy was bopped on the head. Not very hard, but enough to startle him. "How dare you insult him, you swine!"
"He's a fake duck!" The bluenette shouted, blocking most of the remainder of the blonde's attacks.
"He doesn't know that!"
"Of course he doesn't! He isn't alive, you pillock!"
Just as quickly as he had started, the blonde stopped. "Yeah, I know." he said, smiling.
"You're a complete lunatic, do you know that?"
"Yes, but you love me anyways."
"I do not!" The bluenette's face had turned completely red at that. How could someone be so casual about this?
"Aw, now, now, that hurts my widdle feelings!"
"Whatever." That's all the boy could say. He didn't know what else he could say. The blonde was so erratic, that anything he could say could go any which way. The blonde could turn it to anything his heart desired, and did.
"Well then, could I just ask you something, then?" the blonde asked.
"What?"
"Riddle me this: Why exactly did you resurrect me?"
"What brings this up?"
"It's been weighing on my mind, lately." Alois' voice went soft, and was strangely sincere.
Ciel took a deep breath before looking directly at the blonde. "I've told you before. I really don't know, Alois."
"That's a lie!" the blonde shouted.
"It is not!" the bluenette shouted back, standing up. His chair fell over backwards.
Alois stood there, surprised. He couldn't tell if his friend was angry, or just defensive. Either way, it legitimately startled him. Picking up on this, the slate-haired teen forced himself to relax his now tensed shoulders and adjust his tone.
"Sorry." he said. "I just don't know, though. I guess I... I just wanted something to be... familiar?" He didn't quite know what he was saying. He just said the first thing that came to mind, for once. Ciel felt foolish and just continued to look at the ground.
He wasn't the only one confused by his actions. The blonde was, too. But he still could somehow understand what he was saying.
"You mean... Like, someone who understood what it's like to be in a new time?"
"I think so... And... You were the only one who I even had a slim chance of resurrecting, and..." he wasn't sure were exactly he was going with this. "I can kind of... relate to you...?" He felt like a complete blabbering idiot. He didn't like being confronted with these thoughts and feelings. He liked expressing them even less.
All Alois could do was stare, which probably wasn't helping the other boy's discomfort, but he was happy. He didn't know how exactly to express this. He didn't want to ruin the moment by doing or saying something stupid. Regardless, he still wanted to get while the getting was good.
"So then, what exactly am I to you?"
Ciel could've had a heart-attack right there. "W-what do you mean?"
"Am I a rival, a friend, a brother, or maybe even a pet, such as a dog?" The blonde was nearly shaking, but still, he wanted to press ever onward, concealing his nerves with a mask, giving him the appearance that he knew what he was doing when he in fact, had no idea. "How do you think of me? I'm dying to know... muffin."
"Muffin?" The word echoed in Ciel's mind. Why would he say that? The word was so out of place, until he remembered it's usual context.
The blonde would often say, "I love you too, muffin" tauntingly when he was insulted of brushed off by the bluenette. It was upon remembering this, that the bluenette realized what he meant by that. The blonde was indirectly confessing to him.
A/N: Oh...
Aaaaaand I cut it off to be a douche...
I need more time to think about what happens next, ya dig?
Sh*t just got real.
To be continued, my duckies...
