Ciel's skin was marred with ink and blood, telling tales twisted in darkness. What an evil path the devil walks, tainted hands staining the innocent canvas. For the most beautiful art is painted in blood. AU

If everyone but you believes you're mad, who is wrong? Ciel Phantomhive, patient D18, is not mad. Sebastian Michaelis, new orderly at St. Victoria's Asylum, agrees.

Modern-day AU. Ever since they were little tots, through thick and thin, he had loved him. Up until their dying day, he loved him. That will never change.

For eight years Ciel's life has been cast in darkness, his eyes unseeing to the world. Taking a daring chance to see once more, Ciel lays his future into the hands of his smooth voiced doctor.

Light proposes a contest where everyone has to write down their embarrassing secrets, and everyone tries to figure out which secret goes to whom. Who chased clowns with forks? Who draws themselves wearing bras? Who has a Barney the Dinosaur obsession?

In the streets of London, the shadow of a certain black cat is brooding over the darkness... But Ciel happens to find that shadow very protective. serious sounding summary FTW:D