Soo, recently, I watched Black Butler for the first time...and fell head over heels for it! I have not read the manga, nor finished the entire anime, but have watched some clips from later episodes and read up on the manga, which, in conclusion, will make me use a bit of what happened in manga and anime (as in Ciel having a twin and Ciel not being his true name, which I decided to make up even though, yes I know, 'He already has one!' Yeah, I don't care, so heck off). However in flashbacks, 'Ciel' will be referred to as Ciel, but anyone else in the flashback will call him the name I mad eup for him. I couldn't help putting 2 OCs in this as well! This story will be told through 3 POVs, or possibly 5. Each chap name will state which POV (s) it's from and they will all be in third person. Anyway, there will be trigger warnings, blood, gore, dark themes, and a little graphic descriptions throughout, which is why I'm saying this now: some moments will most likely be considered M (even though I gave this a T rating, though it could turn into an M rating). So, if you're under 14 at the least, just be careful. AND DON"T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YA!
Ciel: Can you please just get on with the stupid story?!
Me: Ciel, you have absolutely no patience! Don't forget who's in control here, brat!
Ciel: SHUT UP THEETERNALDARKMOON!
Me: Well, you just earned yourself a one way death ticket (Jk)!
Light: That's my job!
Me: Light, get back the heck back to the Death Note fanfic! I'll ask for your Death Note if I need it!
Sebastian: Seriously Lady Eternal, get on with the story. You're keeping everyone in suspense. And you've wasted one precious paragraph making us talk.
Me: SEBASTIAN! UGHHHH, FINE! YOU WANT TO GET A MOVE ON, YOU DO IT YOURSELF! ME AND CIEL HAVE A LITTLE BUSSINES TO ATTEND TO!
Ciel: We do?
Me: Yes! *draws sword and tosses one to Ciel*
Sebastian: *sighs* Very sorry, readers. *clashes and angry shouts in the background* Anyway, Black Butler does not belong to Lady TheEternalDarkMoon. There is no YAOI in this story, only father/son vibes...FROM SEBASTIAN AND CIEL?!
Me: Opps, umm, Sebastian, I can explain-!
Ciel: Me and Sebastian as a pairing?! What blasphemy is this?! And what exactly do you mean 'father-son vibes'?
Me: *sighs* Well, in any case, folks, pls enjoy the fanfic! I need to sort this out!
Sebastian and Ciel: ETERNAL!
Alois: This should be fun!
Me: Oh great...CLAUDE! YOU FORGOT A LITTLE SOMETHING NAMED: A-L-O-I-S-T-R-A-N-C-Y!
Chapter 1: Ciel/Alois/Sebastian
3 years ago...
Screaming. Screaming for help, screaming in agony and pain, screaming out sobs. So-much-pain. Both physical and emotional. 10 year old Ciel Phantomhive screamed for help, screamed for his brother, his parents, his dog, Lizzy, anyone. But Lizzy wasn't here, his parents were dead, and his older-by-2-minutes brother... he didn't know were he was. He'd been dragged away by one of the cultists a few hours before. Ciel had a feeling he knew what was happening to his brother. They'd done that and much, much more to both of them.
Suddenly, the cult member came back, dragging his brother with him. He wrenched open the cage door and flung the boy inside and slammed it closed, walking away, laughing.
"C-Ciel?," the younger boy asked shakily, as his older brother managed to lift himself up.
"I-I'm okay, Hugo. Well, I am now," the elder replied, wincing in pain. Suddenly, Ciel threw himself onto his older brother and cried. In response, the boy held the younger tightly, whispering words of comfort.
"I-I want m-mother a-and fa-father!," Ciel sobbed, clinging to his older brother for dear life. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted his parents and to go home.
"This is all my fault," he said quietly. Suddenly, his brother was holding him away from him, looking angry and pained at the same time.
"NO! NO HUGO! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT! DON'T EVER EVEN THINK THAT AGAIN!," he shouted, angry and sad. Tears seeped from the older boy's eyes.
"I can't lose you to yourself," he said in a small voice. Both hugged each other and started to cry. Finally, the 2 put there heads together and joined hands.
"I'll always be here Hugo. No matter what." Ciel smiled.
"I love you Ciel."
"I love you too Hugo."
3 years later...
Ciel Phantomhive, age 12, woke up to his butler Sebastian opening the curtains of his room and saying; "Good morning, young master." Ciel turned over with a small groan of protest. He wanted sleep. A nightmare had kept him up half the night just crying and shaking. Eventually, Ciel had wandered down to the kitchen, made himself some hot chocolate, drank it, then went back up to bed, and had finally fallen back to sleep.
"What would you like for breakfast, sir?," Sebastian said, snapping Ciel back to reality.
"Um, nothing. I'm not really hungry," he said. "Sir, pardon me for saying this, but you are a growing boy and I cannot allow you to-."
"SEBASTIAN! YOU HEARD ME!," Ciel shouted, angry. Sebastian sighed.
"Yes, young master," he replied, then got Ciel dressed.
As he headed downstairs after being dressed, Ciel thought about the nightmare he'd had. It'd been of that month. The worst month of his entire life. The month he'd lost his family, his house, his innocence, almost his sainity...and his virginity. Ciel flinched as he remembered the hands touching him, the way the people who'd raped him multiple times screamed in pleasure and how he, Ciel, had screamed in fear and pain. He could still feel things inside him. Sometimes, it'd been a man who done it, sometimes a woman.
The young Earl suddenly realized he was slightly shaking. Sebastian noticed as well. "My lord? Is everything alright? You appear to be shaking," the butler said, a tone of concern slightly lacing his voice.
"I-I'm just fine, Sebastian," Ciel lied. The response from Sebastian was to give the boy a raised eyebrow that spelled out: I-don't-believe-you-at-all. Ciel sighed. It was impossible to hide something from this stupid demon.
"It's nothing that concerns you! Not that you would be, anyway," Ciel said the last part quieter, but Sebastian still heard. The demon couldn't help being a little angered. If the young master thought Sebastian didn't care about anyone or anything, he was sadly mistaken! But the butler held his tongue, and instead said: "You got 2 letters today, young lord. One from Earl Lady Josephine Burnhart and the other is from Alois Trancy."
"Well, where are the letters then?"
"On your desk in your study, master." Ciel nodded and started to walk away, and said as he did so; "Also, can you bring some tea to my study? I have a feeling I'll be there longer than I'd want." Sebastian nodded.
"Of course, my master."
13 year old Alois Trancy lay in bed, feeling like complete crud. His head was throbbing, he was hot and cold at the same time, and his small frame ached and shook a bit. His eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall, which he could see by a small beam of light reflecting off the wall. 9:45 AM!? Already!? He needed to get up! By now, Ciel Phantomhive would probably be reading his letter. And, knowing Ciel, he would probably be curious about what Alois had to say. But seeing as Alois was much too tired for any visitors, he would have to tell Claude to write to Ciel and say he was...jeez, what excuse would he use? He obviously couldn't say that he was too tired, Ciel would think him lazy. He settled on being 'too busy'. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?," he asked weakly.
"Charlotte the maid, your highness," was the girl's reply.
"Yes, you may come in." Charlotte walked in and shut the door behind her. She was about Alois's age, maybe a month younger. She was also his height, shorter by a half inch. She never mentioned to Claude or Hannah or the triplets why she'd gotten this job, only that she'd been a maid before. Unlike anyone else in the house, she wasn't a demon, but had been told about the rest of the household being demons. Alois found Charlotte very attractive and likable, though he never would've admitted it. But today, he wasn't in the mood to flirt or be annoying. Or see Charlotte in general. As she opened the curtains, Alois tried to go underneath the covers even more, failed, and let out a small whimper of pain. Charlotte noticed.
"Your highness, are you alright? You look extremely pale," she inquired, coming over to Alois's bedside
"What? N-no, I'm fine. I just don't think I got enough sleep last night," Alois lied, but as he attempted to roll over (and failed again), he moaned in pain. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. She wasn't buying it for a second. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of raising her hand to put on Alois's forehead to check if he had a fever. She'd forgotten that Alois hated being touched by anyone who wasn't Claude.
"Keep your filthy hands away from me!," Alois half yelled, trying to move away from her! Charlotte opened her mouth but Alois demanded; "What are you trying to do?!" The girl again tried to reply, but Alois had started whimpering and moaning in pain again, curling into a ball, shivering. She heard him mutter: "So cold..."
Yes, even without feeling Alois's forehead, this had to be a fever.
"Fever," she remarked aloud. Alois looked at her. If he could've smirked and laughed, he would have.
"A fever?! I don't believe you. Anyway (he coughed painfully), where's Claude?," he asked.
"That's good question. I haven't seen him since this morning. He mentioned something about 'important business', and left," Charlotte replied.
"Is there anyone else here, anyone aside from you?," Alois wanted to know. Charlotte couldn't help getting annoyed. 'Aside from you'! How un-gentlemanly! Still, she clamped her jaw shut and forced back on an impassive face. "No, your highness. It is just us, apparently. Everyone else is out." Alois couldn't help a painful eye roll. "Of course. Look," he continued, "I'm fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed. I have business to attend to- Ah!"
He'd sat up and let out a cry of pain. "Your highness! Are you okay?!," Charlotte cried, moving towards him again, as she'd fallen slightly back when he yelled at her. Alois was clutching his stomach, his face twisted in evident pain! I-I shouldn't have sat up! I think I'm going to be sick!, he thought frantically. He started hyperventilating, and whimpering. Charlotte started to say something, to ask if he was well and if she should call a doctor, but Alois shook his head.
"No! No, I'm fine. Maybe I just need to close my eyes and sit still a moment," he told her, drawing in heavy, labored breaths. After about a minute, he cracked half an eye open. "Are you still here?," he asked in evident annoyance. Charlotte glared at him.
"Yes, your highness," she couldn't help but snap. Alois didn't seem to notice this, however.
"What? I gave you an order! I told you to leave. You're my servant, I expect you to obey me!," he said, irritated even more. Charlotte, her temper rising, started to snarl that he never said anything of the sort, but once again, Alois talked first, speaking more to himself than to Charlotte.
"I'm not ill. I can't be ill. Everything here is perfectly clean, no one I've seen lately has been sick...How could I possibly be...?," his voice trailed off as he let out another whimper.
"Your highness, if I may say so, it could possibly be food poisoning," Charlotte commented. Alois coughed.
"Food poisoning?," he repeated and Charlotte nodded. "Don't be ridiculous. Claude is a demon! Do you really think he could serve me something that would make me sick?," Alois continued.
"He doesn't seem to like you, your highness, so I wouldn't put it past him," Charlotte deadpanned. Alois was about to retort, but doubled over in pain, moaning. I need to stop talking, I need to stop talking, I need to keep my mouth shut! Ugh, but that only makes it worse!, he thought.
"Your highness?," Charlotte's voice asked anxiously, pulling Alois back to reality. "I-I don't think I can get any of my work done today. Will you (he let out a groan) -will you cancel anything I have planed today?," he asked in a weak tone, then moaned in pain. Charlotte ached to hug him and tell him it would be okay, but she knew better.
"I can't even open my eyes without feeling like I'm going to throw up," Alois said, misery in his voice, his eyes tight shut, and moaned again. The pain was getting much worse. "Your highness, do-do you need me to stay here with you? I'd be more than happy to," Charlotte said nervously.
"N-no, I'll be fine on my own, I don't need you to stay with me! I just need...to lie down (he shuddered slightly as he did), and try to stay warm. And try not to think about getting sick-," he was cut off by a stab of pain to the stomach and gasped. He tried to get his breathing under control, as he had started hyperventilating again. Charlotte heard him whisper; "I don't want to get sick." Charlotte sat down in a chair next to him, feeling terrible for him. He must be in a lot of pain to be acting like this. Alois lifted an arm to cover his eyes, which burned and hurt. He was so hot and cold at the same time. His nightshirt stuck to him with sweat. And his body hurt so badly.
"I haven't been sick since I was a child. And I know I'm still young and can still be considered a child, but I mean when I was really little. I remember (he coughed violently) it so vividly. I'd eaten the wrong thing and for 3 days, I couldn't do anything. Nothing except open my eyes occasionally...and get sick. I hated every minute of it. I wasn't even able to care for my brother-," he stopped, pondering first why he was rambling off this and second, caught himself and realized that he'd almost revealed his brother was his real brother.
"I-I mean, the boy I viewed as a brother. I couldn't take care of him...couldn't help him. He had to do everything on his own," Alois took in a shuddering breath. Charlotte didn't have to ask why he was telling her all this. He wasn't in the right mind. "Your highness, you should-."
"NO. Let me speak. At any rate, I was so weak and helpless. He had to feed me. I hated it. I hated the feeling that I couldn't protect the one person I cared about and who cared about me. I don't...want to get sick. I don't want to feel helpless again," Alois said, his voice cracking at the end. He removed his arm from over his eyes and Charlotte saw that there was a tear track. Alois's pain hurt her as much as if she was the one with a fever. Alois whimpered and moaned, taking in more shuddering and labored breaths.
"Charlotte, stay if you want. I don't care. At this point, so long as you're quiet, I might be able to forget you're here," he remarked quietly and in a bit raspy voice. Charlotte nodded with a touch of happiness and annoyance. I need to keep my eyes closed. The color in here...it's overwhelming. And it nauseates me. I feel so dizzy and light headed, Alois thought, then whimpered and tried a third time to flip over and for a third time, failed. "I'm hungry," he mumbled. Charlotte looked up. He didn't appear to he talking to her, but to himself. He continued.
"But if I eat anything, I'll just get sick, and then I'll be hungry again, and if I eat again, I'll just get sick again and I'll never feel any better!," Alois said, the true misery he was feeling creeping into his voice. Charlotte didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her heart was breaking for this boy. To tell the truth, she really liked him, however annoying he could be. Alois moaned in agony as a wave of hot, fresh pain washed over him. This was torture.
"But just thinking about food makes my stomach more upset though," he said, then pulled in a sharp and pained intake of breath as his stomach flipped.
Oh no...Please no!
"Don't look at me!," Alois managed to let out, turning his head away from Charlotte.
"Your highness-?," she started but Alois for what felt like the thousandth time, cut her short.
"I...I think I'm going to-!," this time it was him cut off as he let out a loud cough, leaned over the bed, and the contents of dinner the previous night ended up on the floor. Charlotte yelped and ran for a bowl, a bucket, anything, as Alois retched and continued to throw up! Eventually, he managed to stop and lay back. Charlotte heard a sniffle and turned to see Alois crying. She came over to the side without the vomit and sat down again. Alois wasn't the only one who felt helpless right now.
"It-it's alright, your highness. I'm here. You're alright," she soothed.
"D-don't look at me. I-I don't want you to see me like this," he said through his tears, turning away from her. Charlotte resisted the urge to say she didn't care, that Alois didn't have to be ashamed of crying in front her, but she kept her mouth closed.
"Helpless. Filthy. I'm so much like a child. Like the filthy vulgar child I am!," Alois said, the words of self hatred not only hitting just him. Charlotte's eyes flared. No! She would not stand for this!
"Your highness, you're not any of that!," she said, standing up fast, anger in her golden eyes and reached an arm out, intending to embrace him. Alois reacted immediately.
"Stay away from me!," he yelled, bit was beyond surprised as she almost put an arm around him, completely ignoring what he'd just said. "Get your hands off of me! What are you doing?," he yelped as Charlotte's arm came within a few inches of Alois's shoulders. This time, the slim and pale brunette did as she was told, though with an air of reluctance.
"I was simply trying to embrace you, your highness. You appeared to need it. And I will ask again; Are you alright and do you need a doctor?," she asked with too much emphasis than needed.
"No, no, I'm fine! (he whimpered as his throat burned) Now bring me a clean shirt!," Alois ordered, but when Charlotte did and attempted to help him get it on, he yelled: "No! Don't (he spoke through gritted with pain teeth and even so shuddered as pain racked his body again) touch me!," then sucked in labored breaths because of how badly it'd hurt to yell. When he was at last able to speak again, he simply said; "I can change on my own. Don't touch me." Charlotte decided to let him see how far he could go with this without needing some form of assistance. So she stood back and watched Alois struggle. But the promise of amusement was quickly driven away as Alois started to mutter.
"I'm a brat- a foul, vulgar- you shouldn't be touching me!," he said, but this time the young maid was sure it was directed at her and he wasn't talking to himself. She sighed wearily.
"I assure you and remind you once again, you aren't any of those things, your highness," she tried to tell him.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better, so that you'll let me touch you," Alois muttered and as Charlotte, revolted and offended yelped: "Your highness!", Alois seemed to realize what he really said compared to he'd wanted to.
"I mean, so that I'll let you touch me! I can't even say anything correctly," he backtracked. Charlotte, relieved and slightly, very slightly at the bottom of her heart, disappointed, nodded to show him she understood. Alois didn't notice the nod, however, as he was focused on breathing.
I feel just like I did the last time I got sick. I can't think straight, I can't say anything properly, and I can't even open my eyes without feeling like I'm going to throw up!, he thought, tears coming down his face again. Charlotte suddenly disregarded any respect and started to help Alois get his shirt on.
"Stop. I don't need your help," Alois said in a small, broken, defeated tone, but all the same jerked the sleeve she was getting up his arm away.
"I want him. You can't help me," he added. Him? Claude? Luca?, Charlotte thought.
"Claude?," she questioned.
"Yes. Course I mean Claude, who else would I mean?"
"Luca." Alois's eyes widened and yanked an extremely fast intake of breath in, but this one wasn't in pain. It was in surprise.
"His name. You said it. Luca. How do you know his name?," he demanded.
"Hannah told me. She told me everything," was the reply. Alois let out a half-pained/half-annoyed sigh.
"She told you he really was my brother, didn't she?," though he could've guessed.
"Yes, was she lying?"
Another sigh. "Yes. As in, yes, he was my brother. What does it matter? Being sick makes me feel weak, just like it did that day. The only time after that when I felt this helpless was when (he swallowed painfully), was when I was all alone. And I'm sure, Claude told you what happened after that and why I'm here today, instead of hiding in the ruins of the village still. So, you can understand then, why I wouldn't want anyone touching me when I feel do helpless. When I am so helpless and weak, and vulnerable," he said with yet another trembling breath. There was a moment of silence that was broken as Alois said; "I can't stand. Can you please just get a different shirt? This one's short sleeved and I want a long sleeved."
"Can you dress yourself, your highness?"
"Yes, Charlotte. I just, can't get up. Thank you," he said as she gave him the shirt.
Okay, if I move slowly, and keep my eyes closed, I should be okay, he thought, but let out multiple whimpers and his eyes opened. This wasn't working.
"I'm- I'm fine," he said response to Charlotte's worried face and questioning glances. But it was clear he wasn't, so once again, Charlotte abandoned the rules and started move her hand towards Alois, trying to without him noticing.
He noticed.
"No," the fear shown in his voice and shaking his head repeatedly telling Charlotte that he was terrified of anyone touching him who wasn't someone he knew well. Or maybe that wasn't even the reason. Maybe it was the shame. Still, she knew she needed to help.
"I can't- I can't- No, I don't want you to help me, I don't want you to touch me!," Alois stuttered, trying to get away from Charlotte, but with no success. Charlotte managed to get Alois's arms through both sleeves and started to button up the shirt.
"Why?" Charlotte looked up.
"Huh?"
"Why are you so keen on helping me? I see the way you look at me. I know you don't like me. That's why you're always staring at me. Probably thinking I'm making a fool of myself, acting like a brat. Probably think...that I should just drop dead, don't you?," Alois demanded. Charlotte sat down in a chair facing the bed and simply stared at him for half a second. True, he could be irritating, but...no. Never would she ever wish him dead! And to say she didn't like him?! She adored Alois!
"Your highness, that is all untrue!"
"Then why do you stare at me like that? Nobody's ever looked at me like that."
"I look at you that way because I like you and I care about your wellbeing, your highness. I also would like to work more closely with you," Charlotte said.
"What do you mean, exactly?"
Fine. Here's the simple short version, Charlotte thought with annoyance.
"I want to work more close with you," she said, staring at her feet.
"Is the reason because you care about me?" She nodded. "Well, maybe it's because I'm sick or maybe because I can't think clearly or maybe it's because I don't know what I want right now, but I'll let you touch me."
"Um, alright?"
"But, only to help me put on the shirt and to see if I really do have a fever. And you'll stop when I tell you to, understood?!" Again, Charlotte nodded. "Good. And after, I think I'd like to rest. Will you stay with me?" Charlotte glanced at him, a little shocked.
"Your highness, I-!"
"Please? I don't want to be alone like this. I know I turned you away before, I yelled at you to leave, but that was when I thought you stared at me like because you didn't like me. Now that I know the real reason you look at me like that, I don't mind if you stay."
She sighed, but it was a happy one. "Alright, your highness."
Alois nodded and buried himself under the covers. "And if Claude comes back and I'm still asleep, keep him away from me. He only stays by my side for now because he's hungry. He wants to devour my soul the first chance he gets. But you...the only thing you'd gain would be perhaps my care. I'd rather rest under the gaze of someone who cares about me, than someone who wants to take my soul and my life," he said. This touched Charlotte's heart as she buttoned up the shirt. She left for a second to grab something to clean up the vomit, came back cleaned it up, then laid a hand on Alois's forehead.
He mumbled something like; "...Your hand is cold" and "So I do have a fever...course do...explains why m' so cold." The only actually audible thing he said was; "And you'll still stay with me, right?"
"Always," was Charlotte's answer. She could tell Alois was already starting to doze off. She knew it was likely he would forget about this the following day. But she would still stay. She would stay forever, if Alois asked her to.
She did love him more than anything else in the world, after all.
Sebastian watched as Ciel headed to his study. Something was wrong, Sebastian just knew it. But the question was, what? Well, the butler would have to weasel it out of his master, one way or another.
Andddd, that's a rap! Srry about how short Sebby's part was, I promise it'll get longer! Anyways, I had a lot of ideas for Charlotte and Alois, which was why I needed to to get the flooring down immediately! R&R! Bye! Tell me in the reviews about any mistakes I made and I will go back and correct them!