Hey guys! I'm sorry I disappeared for over a month. I was going through some issues and finally worked them out, not that you guys care or anything... Anyways, enough about me! May I present to you chapter four of Unbearable Pain.

Unbearable Pain: Chapter Four

Sweat trickled down the side of Ciel's face. Everything felt wrong. His lungs were itching, burning to get oxygen into them - though demons didn't need to breath. His mind was racing with unwanted memories of his past - the first and his last - life. His heart was pounding inside his chest, hammering away. Blood rushed through his ears, blocking him from hearing anything else. His vision focused and unfocused, making him dizzy with nausea. His stomach churned, tasting bile rise in the back of his throat.
What is happening to me?
He felt his knees buckles under him, he put out his hands in front of him to break the fall. "Ugh!" He went crashing to the floor, his vision splotching with black spots until all he saw was darkness. Swallowing him into it.
What the hell is happening to me?!

A long stone path led him up a small hill, winding around small brush and plant life. Familiar trees lined the path, swaying softly in the light breeze, ruffling his own hair in front of his eyes.
He knew where he was before he saw it.
The Phantomhive Manor.
The church-like building rose behind the hill from where he stood. No, he thought. It has changed. It was the manor he grew up in, but now it looked old and worn of age. Ivy climbed up the walls, cobwebs spread across the window panes and the smooth stone was cracked and discolored.
The front door opened, letting out a long squeak as it did so. A puff of smoke billowed out of the doorway once it was fully opened. Pitch black was all he could see past the door frame A hand reached out, long and slender, delicate fingers beckoning him towards the eerie mansion. One part of him told him no, that he should turn and run, the other part told him to stay, to follow whatever was calling for him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, undescisive.
"Ciel. Come," A smooth voice said, catching Ciel's full attention. He knew that voice, even though he hadn't heard it in years. It was high-pitched, sweet, and melodic. That voice could only belong to one person. His mother.
"Mother?" It came out in a harsh whisper, not sounding like himself. His mother laughed, a carefree one, softening into a light giggle. That's weird, he thought. I've never heard my mother giggle before.
He stepped toward the mansion, his own heels clicking loudly against the cobblestone. He stopped before the door; cold air escaped from inside the building seeping into his skin, chilling him to his bones. The pitch blackness inside seemed endless, like a pit. "Hello?" He called out, his voice echoing throughout the hallways he couldn't see but knew that they were there.
A sweet high-pitch sound answered him, and he instantly knew what it was. His mother giggling; it seemed to come from the dining hall. He started toward it, though there was no light, he could navigate through these halls with his eyes closed.
He stopped, turned, and put out his hands out in front of him and felt warped wood underneath his fingertips, then feeling the rusted doorknob and pulling them open, letting out dank, dusty air, making him cough. The tall windows that were once clear of any mark or stain and always shining, were now cracked and caked with a think layer of dust, barely letting in any light from the outside. In the dim light, he could make out the long dining table, its white table cloth deteriorating with age.
He looked around, but there was no sign of his mother. "Mom?" He took a step inside the room, his moves cautious and careful with every step. A flash of white passed behind him, and he whirled around, turning on his heel, and saw her.
Her long blond hair was out of its usual knot and fell past her shoulders in light waves down to her waist. She wasn't wearing a evening gown or one of her favorite dresses, instead she wore a loose, white nightgown that floated around her, as if wind was blowing through it, stopping above her ankles. Her feet never touched the floor as she moved towards him, her toes barely skimming the floor. A light seemed to radiate from her, as if she was glowing from the inside. Other than that, she looked the same as he remembered: her face soft and caring, her eyes filled with love and light, her small, delicate hand reached out and cupped his cheek, instead of feeling the warmth he expected, it felt like air was touching him, slightly pushing down on him. She spoke:
"Ciel, my darling little boy. How me and your father missed you so." Her voice was like small, tinkling bells, chiming as she spoke. "We thought you had died, but when you did not join us, we grew worried. Years went by and still no sign of you. We thought you descended into. . . " Her eyes wandered to the floor, avoiding to look at him. He knew what she was going to say: Hell. He knew his parents were huge Christian's when it came to church or the Bible, but he himself never believed in a God or some such.
"No mother, I am very much alive. I cannot join you and father, for I have chosen a path that forbids me to ever join you. I shall live forever, wandering the earth."
"I know. You have changed. You are a demon, one just like Sebastian is. I know you did not choose this, a boy did this to you. But now it is no more, Ciel, now you can join us."
Join her? There is no way to, I cannot die, unless I am to be harmed by the demon sword that is now lost on the island only used by demons as a sanctuary. What did she mean, "it is no more. . . you can join us."?
"What do you mean, that it is "no more"?" He asked, looking at his mother, whose expression has not changed, creeping him out.
"Oh Ciel, do you not understand? You are human. You no longer bear the mark of that beast, Sebastian. Look, see for yourself." She held out her hand, palm turned upwards facing the ceiling, and a small mirror materialized: oval shaped, a silver frame holding the reflective glass inside.
Slowly, he leaned forward until his whole face showed in the mirror, staring back at himself. He reached up and pushed away his bangs that grew long enough to cover his eyes. Both of his eyes stared back at him, only this time, they weren't the mismatched color he had grown used to. Both eyes were a dark shade of cobalt blue that he had inherited from his mother.
Human.
He was human.
But. . . how?
No. This is just a dream, come on, Ciel. Wake up. Wake up!

Ciel bolted upright, sitting up, realizing that he had passed out on the floor, why was he on the floor? He couldn't remember.
It all came back to him in a rush, flooding his head with the dream where he saw his mother, and how she told him that he was now a human again. It was just a silly dream, he thought as he pulled himself off the couch and back to the bathroom, leaning forward towards the mirror, and, hand shaking, reached up to brush away the long bangs from his face and saw it. Two dark cobalt blue eyes stared back at him.
It was true, it was all true.
Human.
Human.
Mortal.
Not a demon anymore.

Holy chiz, Ciel's a human? Again?! Dafuq? Haha, you'll have to wait till the next chapter to figure out what happens and I will try not to disappear for a month.

~Otaku