PREDICAMENT

A Kuroshitsuji fanfiction

By: Muffle d' Giggles

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"She's my lover."

Did he just say—

"LOVER?!"

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Chapter Two: That Mansion, Disturbing

I know not where I am going, I know not where I am.

-Jean Baptiste Racine, Phèdre

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Ciel still had his mouth open.

"I still am a man, after all." Sebastian smiled. In one stride he had crossed the threshold, with the lady Alice on his shoulder, and held the door open.

"Now come, young Master. You might get sick if you don't get inside immediately."

The boy stared at that smirking face. Should I believe this--

"DON'T!" Alice shouted, making her companions turn their gazes to her. "Don't listen to him!" she screamed, trying to pry Sebastian's arm off of her.

The butler sighed. "Don't mind her, young Master. We better get inside; it looks like rain," he finished, taking a glance at the skies.

"It looks more like a storm."

"Let me go! LET ME GO! Ciel! CIEL! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! DON'T COME IN!" the woman implored.

For a moment, Ciel was incensed. Sebastian is the only one I trust! He had never lied to me before, why start now? But—

The boy's gaze turned to Alice's pleading eyes. But why is she so adamant that I not go inside? Does she know the reason behind Sebastian's…

Ciel took a glimpse at his butler. Sebastian still held the door for him.

foul mood?

Who will I believe?

Just as he was about to give his answer, raindrops started falling from the skies.

"Ciel, no." The woman weakly muttered.

Ciel found himself unable to move, torn between the woman's pleas and his trust in Sebastian.

"Your choice," came the butler's grim statement. And he slowly started closing the door.

The boy's left leg instinctively stepped forward. "Wait—"

It seemed like a thousand volts of electricity traveled from the ground and through the whole of his body. The ground beneath the young earl's feet suddenly felt like molten rock; unsteady. And somehow, Ciel was slowly falling to his side.

His vision became blurry and he felt sick to the bone. Am I dying?

He wanted to ask for help, but he was only met by Alice's horrified face and Sebastian's creepy grin.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, it ended. His sight cleared and he was once again standing firmly. What happened?

"Is there something wrong, young master?" Sebastian inquired. His face wore no trace of a grin.

"N-nothing," Ciel shook his head and walked inside.

This mansion is really dark, he thought as he scanned the area. He could only see the faint silhouettes of some furniture, nothing more.

The door clicked close behind him, just as he heard Sebastian say, "Forgive me young master, but from now on…you're on your own."

"What?" Ciel turned and saw no one.

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It looks fainter than it used to be. Ciel ran his fingers at the side of his right eye, looking at his reflection. It was raining but, surprisingly, moonlight still poured through the clouds and into some parts of the mansion. He had found a large mirror in what seemed to be a huge ballroom, and was entranced by the size of it.

Ciel's eyes narrowed.

That Sebastian…What did he mean by those words? He hasn't taken his part of the deal yet—

The young earl clutched the eye patch with his free hand.

"What about our contract?!" he screamed into the air.

The boy panted, half-satisfied with his outburst.

Then, a spine-chilling laugh echoed through the whole manor.

"Our contract is void."

Ciel searched for the owner of the voice, but again, he found no one.

"Darn it, Sebastian! Where are you?!"

Sebastian laughed once more.

"Don't sound too pathetic, young master. I'm just around." the voice faded.

Hungry, tired, and annoyed, Ciel plopped down the nearest couch, sending dust flying everywhere. He coughed and choked, and finally decided not to breathe until the dust had settled.

When, at last, the air became clean, the boy sighed. He curled into the most comfortable position he could manage, and with one last thought, drifted on to sleep.

I'll make that Sebastian pay…

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To be continued…