"Insane Asylum"
Chapter 12
promocat: Who knows? Maybe nothing, and maybe it's not even Sebastian.
LucyPhantomhive: So excited!
Guest: Oh my, don't you worry!
ElusiveIllusions: Stop correcting me woman! Be useful and go prepare tea!
YoiteMichealis: I am creative, aren't I? New ideas everywhere! Darker than before though? That's a new compliment, thank you! Hn… don't know if I want to feed the fangirls in this particular story… so needy… Alois is a fun character to write for, but I actually really hate him, so he doesn't show up as often as I planned him to. I'm not sure how much older he really is, they never make that clear, but here he's a few years older. How was your research on Alan and Eric? My girlfriend and I love them; the only legit, real, consenting gay couple. Oh, also, that is you watching me on DA now, correct?
+++Dominion+++
A sky blue eye stared outside the window, taking in the serenity. A garden, grassy hills, woodland, and somewhere beyond that a small body of water; it was the land he'd played in as a child. His mother and aunt had played with him and Elizabeth right in front of those trees, his father had watched, and Sebastian had run around the yard barking…
It didn't matter. He'd been watching the peacefulness outside for too long now, it had to have been hours. When he first started, the night had coated the landscape in its cloak of darkness and now… Well, now it was bright and cheery like a child's picture book. But it didn't matter because it wasn't his. It was just property that belonged to Madame Victoria's Sanctuary for the Mentally Insane.
"Pluto!" Ciel pulled his gaze from the window to face the door, the loud crash and clag grabbing his attention. "Knox!"
"I'll get him!"
The dark haired boy rested his head on his knees again, letting out a sigh. The voice from last night was just outside his door, so it was safe to assume that-
"Ciel Phantomhive?" The door cracked open before the brunette stepped in, balancing a tray on one hand. "How are you today?"
The teens jaw tightened, refusing to respond. The white-coated man sighed and set the tray down, kicking the door shut behind him. "It's fine if you don't answer. I haven't gotten a word from you before now anyway." He smiled lightly, setting up a small table next to the bed. "Are you going to eat today at least?"
The tray was set steadied in front of him on the table; eggs, milk, a muffin and a small paper cup of medicine… Ciel didn't bother to show his disgust at how inedible it all looked. "Don't look like that, they did try this time…" The doctor sighed, taking a seat across from him. "Do you remember me? Doctor Humphries?"
"Where's Sebastian?" The boys voice was quiet and slightly muffled, the patron resting his forehead on his knees and hiding his face in the small shell his body made.
"He isn't here right now Ciel." The man adjusted his glasses. "I'm stepping in for him until further notice." The younger opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself when he noticed the slight tremble from the stranger. A hand reached into the lab coat pocket and quickly covered his mouth to hide the coughing fit.
"Are you sick?"
"Nothing contagious." He smiled, steadying himself. "Allergies and what not." The blue eye narrowed at the lie, but the suspicion faded when he found he didn't care. This man wasn't his concern; he was merely an obstacle.
"When will he be returning?"
"As soon as he possibly can." The dark haired sighed, trying to reassure him. "Please eat and take your pills today? You really haven't been looking well lately…" He stared at the ward through his glasses until Ciel broke down and picked at the yellow center of the egg. The doctor pleased, Ciel got a smile for his efforts and the retreating form of the man. Yet the click of the lock remained unheard….
So, there was freedom. The door was unlocked, and everyone seemed busy in the building. If he left now… Well, where would he go? Here, he was crazy. No one would take him, and he knew no one in town. Even if he did recognize a face, they wouldn't be the person he knew them as. What did he have here? People looking out for him, a bed, and food…
Again the fork in his hand dug into the egg yolk before he decided to actually eat it. The food wasn't that good, rather boring in taste and flavor, it was nothing extravagant. There was no black haired doctor showing off to try and get him closer so he'd open up. The milk was warm, heated actually, a trick to help one sleep. He finished it halfway before his eye fell on the cup of pills.
"What are they anyway?" He wondered aloud, examining one between his fingers. He didn't know and he couldn't think of anything. Vitamins, possibly. Normally, he'd toss them. After all, they could prove dangerous to him, right?
Before he knew it, the small dosages were tossed to the back of his throat and downed by the milk. "I don't know why I did that…" he realized, lying on the bed.
+++T+++
"Too tight." He tried to breath, chest tight in the small space, arms pressing close against him with no room to move. "Too hot."
He was reduced to panting, groaning, anything to get air. His body was heating up, sweating, leaving what little breathable air there was to be heated, heavy and musty.
"Sebas…." He shut his mouth and eyes, feeling dizzy. Not enough oxygen. "Hurry…"
He hated having to beg, he hated how he was whining, how his voice pitched for the help.
'You must do this on your own!'
+++T+++
"…Where do I belong?"
"I wonder."
Ciel frowned at the answer, turning back to the window. He'd never before found such attraction to the window seat before. Hell, he'd never spent this much time in one of the guest rooms before.
"If I may ask, why this room, My Lord?" Sebastian questioned, stirring the correct amount of sugar in the teacup before handing it and it's tea plate over.
"The view is the same," The Earl answered simply, sipping from the warm drink. "Lavender?"
"To help ease your mind." The butler nodded, following the studious gaze. "What are you looking for, young Master?"
"A difference." He waved him off easily. 'There has to be a difference.' From this room, it was the same as in that place. The view was the same, the horizon was the same; it was perfect. Something had to give though. "Sebastian, you swore you would always stay by my side, that you wouldn't allow my death until the contract is fulfilled, am I correct?"
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"
"… You had better keep to your promise." The dark haired demon raised a brow at the glare he got from just a child.
"Yes, My Lord."
+++T+++
A sapphire eye opened wide and scanned the darkened room; the dull orange glow in the corner caught his eye. Carefully, as if afraid to wake the house, he moved off the cot and crept to the door, jiggling the handle. Unlocked still. Perfect.
Ciel pulled the door open, glancing around the empty darkness of the hall. So far, so good. He tried to remember his way around; left was offices, right had to lead downstairs. It was uncomfortable, the silence around him. Was no one awake anywhere? Well, it was for the best anyway. The only trouble was the lights, there weren't any lit and he couldn't do it himself without drawing attention. The stairs didn't creak under him, but he was stuck once he reached the bottom in finding the quickest exit.
'Care to join me for a walk?' Ah! The young Phantomhive jumped up, rushing to the kitchen on the path he'd followed the previous doctor out of. Arms out he pushed against the door and made a thunk with contact. "Locked?!"
There wasn't time to be upset about it. If a kitchen door was locked, no doubt the front and other main exits were too. It was time to get creative. If the building was designed the same as his manor, he knew the other doorways as well. The cellar and servants leavings were no good, both located past the currently locked obstacle. What was next, the balcony? Would this place have one? It was worth a shot…
Ciel pushed himself away from the wooden monstrosity and swiftly moved back up the stairs. There had to be a way out! There had to-
"Ah!" Ciel shut his mouth quickly, stuck in surprise as arms pulled him back against another body.
"My God, you're difficult!" A cerulean eye glanced down at the hands around his middle, grumbling in distaste at the manicured and painted red nails. "What are you doing up so late, besides making my job more difficult?"
Ciel tried to get free, struggling in the hold. "Stop it! Unhand me, you don't understand!"
"Stop that now! Come on, let's get you back to your room." The red haired man moved his hold to the child's shoulders, steering him back down the hallway.
+++T+++
"Why aren't you helping me!? Thwarted by a death god!" The smaller glared up at the man in anger, fists clenched. Sebastian wasn't saying anything – wasn't even looking at him! "Sebastian!"
"Where are you, Ciel Phantomhive?" The younger froze at the voice, eyes losing their fire.
"…W-What?"
Amber slits turned onto the young child. Everything about the demon was so calm and collected; he wasn't fazed at all by his Master's anger. "I asked 'where are you?'."
The smaller took in his surroundings; since he had seen Sebastian he had assumed they were back in the manor. However, he didn't know the real answer. Moorland, dying trees, a still body of water, a crumbling stone temple….
"Wait… I know this place… But, why-?!"
"Where do you belong?" A smirked graced the demons face, eyes glowing amethyst at the younger's distress. "I think you had best hurry and decide. Time is running out."
+++T+++
Ciel snapped out of the bed, hand gripping at his heart as he tried to catch his breath. Had that been a dream? Was he really going mad?
"Ciel Pha-!" Alan winced as he felt himself being pushed aside, side banging against the sink's counter. At the disturbance he felt himself shaking and started to cough again. "Phantomhive!" He managed, straightening himself up to turn and find the child gone.
No, he wasn't staying here with that man. He needed to find him again. If he didn't he was missing a piece to the puzzle, and he was too close to figuring it out!
"Ciel." He stopped dead in his tracks, only halfway down the steps to the main floor, a shiver shooting up his back. "…And where do you think you're going?"
Dare he? The ward turned, disbelief apparent on his face as the tall dark haired doctor stood there with a stern face, walking towards him down the stairs. "… Misbehaving like that. Do you really think that's going to do either of us any goo-!"
"Doctor Michealis!" Alan's voice echoed as he moved to catch up to them, just catching the sound of skin hitting skin with no mercy. The red mark on the obsidians face was to account for who had hit whom…
The elder touched his cheek, frowning at the numbing pain. "Ciel…?"
"… I need you to help me."
The small smile on his face had a tendency to enrage the teenager, but not as much as what he had expected… "…Yes, my Lord."
+++End Chapter Twelve+++
AN: And that's it, that's the end.
No no, totally just kidding! Not really. Well, I am for now, but not about this next part:
The Insane Asylum will be closing, and soon too. That's right boys and girls, Insane Asylum will be ending within the next three-to-four chapters. Which means what my friendly fan girls or boys? That's right, much longer chapters.
Well, why don't I just divide these long chapters up? Because, I need it to draw to a close soon. You see, a new idea or two have been brewing since I started this, and that means I need some time and need to end one of these. Insane Asylum is actually getting close to its destined end anyway, though I can't say many of you will love me for it. I can say, however, you should continue to follow me because there is a promise of rewarding you gentlefolk of staying with me for so long. Oh, did I mention one of the new concoctions on the way is a SebasCiel fanfiction? Actual pairing this time you naughty fans. But, no spoilers from here. Well, maybe, but only if someone can guess the answer to this:
Which 'world' does Ciel belong in?
I won't tell you the answer by the way, just know you'll get the spoiler if someone guesses correctly~
Until then, review, laugh, cry and read my other fanfictions! You may enjoy them. Well, if you enjoy Kingdom Hearts, No.6, Nabari no Ou, Heart no Kuni no Alice, or the upcoming Tsubasa and even more.
Not to mention, if you're watching my DA, you'll get a chance to actually have a say on some gifts that will be put out *eyebrow wiggle*
Just remember, reviews are a special kind of love. The love between an Author and a Reader, and that love is unbreakable, because if the Author knows the Reader likes the story, they get updated faster, get more added to them, and even chats with the crazy writer behind the text. However, e-mailing him or pm-ing him to hurry only angers him, so don't do that. [No seriously, don't I've gotten a few lately, and Elijah Barrowman gets angered by such things D ]
-YourFlawedDesign
"Fantastic chapter love; I found myself holding my breath the entire time, a little half grin lighting my face as it all starts to come together. It's always bittersweet to have a story you love come to a close, but it's always preferable to having it dragged out past it's time, becoming a watered down shadow of itself. I also think your drawing the line well between a timely ending and a truncated cop-out in order to move on to your new ideas. Your right in that the time is drawing near, and for all I know it will be painful one way or another (psychological tales are pretty much guaranteed some level of heartache), I feel like it's going to be one of those fabulous heartbreaks you wouldn't trade for all the fluff in the world; and isn't that so true to the spirit of Kuroshitsuji?"
-Vivacia18