Sophia: Disclaimer time!
Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler. *But I'd really like to own Sebastian...*
Grell: Sebby is mine!
Sophia: Leave. Now. *menacing glares*
Grell: AH! Sophia-chan is so scary!
Ciel plopped down onto his bed, drained from the evening's entertaining.
"How in god's name can those two be so troublesome?" He sighed, taking in a deep breath.
"My Lord, I do not know," his butler answered. "Perhaps a hot bath would soothe your nerves."
"Hm. It doesn't sound like a bad idea," Ciel replied, yawning. They young boy closed his eyes and sighed. "But I want to go to sleep," the heir mumbled childishly.
"Well, you can't sleep in your day clothes anyway, Bocchan," the demon smirked. Growling and mumbling something inaudible, Ciel opened his eyes to glare at the butler.
"I might as well take a bath then," the boy mumbled. Upon standing, blood rushed to the earl's head and he stumbled clumsily into Sebastian's arms. With weary eyes, the heir looked up to the butler's flawless face.
"Bocchan, are you feeling alright?" The demon asked, brows furrowed.
"I'm fine, just tired," the earl replied. "There's still paperwork—"
"For the evening, I think it would be best if the earl bathed and caught up on his sleep, hm?" Sebastian bent down and placed a chaste kiss upon Ciel's parted lips. The young ear's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned in. Sebastian's tongue slipped past his lips and through the earl's parted lips. Ciel moaned softly, pressing himself up against the tall, gorgeous demon.
It took all of five seconds for Sebastian to free the heir of his jacket, shirt, and necktie. They sat in a crumpled heap by the side of the earl's bed. Sebastian's own jacket, vest, gloves, and tie joined the pile. Pale, bare hands wound themselves into the earl's skilen black hair but soon moved. One arm around the boy's back, Sebastian pulled the heir down onto the bed, never breaking contact with his lips.
After a few minutes, the demon pulled away slowly. A small frown formed on Ciel's lips.
"If you really feel the need to finish the paperwork..."
"To hell with it," Ciel growled, pulling Sebastian's lips back to his own.
Falling into memories where once an honest smile loomed, replaced now by a fateful smirk that marks it fallen victim doomed. When poison spreads and blue turns gold, memories leave tales untold. But curiosity unveils these curious and frightful tales.
"Are you happy, Ciel?" The angel asked, draping its arms around the boy's narrow shoulders. "You have your wish after all…"
"My wish… I feel…love?"
"Surely, you know how you feel, Ciel." As the angel rested a pale cheek on the boy's head, its ashy blonde hair cascaded down around the boy's small figure, wrapping him in a warm white glow. Sliver fingernails glided over the boy's neck, leaving behind a trail of goose flesh on his skin. "You must know how you feel…"
"I don't understand…"
"Let me show you," the angel whispered. Brushing the boy's bangs away from his soft face, the angel placed a gentle kiss upon his forehead, and a frosty white glow enveloped the two.
A gentle breeze tickled wildflowers and made currents in the tall, green grasses, bringing the soft aroma of lilac and phlox. White clouds glided across a blue sky, and the sun cast a fiery glow from its seat on the horizon. From the blue skies, a couple emerged and descended elegantly to the ground, one a tall, proud man with a handsome face and black hair, the other, a graceful woman, light haired and smiling.
"Ciel," she whispered. "You've grown so much." The woman walked over to embrace the boy gently. "You have your father's hair," she smiled. "Vincent, he's changed so much." The man walked over to them, placing his hand on his son's hair.
"I have a feeling he's grown more than we know," the man said, ruffling the young earl's hair.
"Mother…Father…"
"Ciel, Ciel. We've missed you." Tears ran down the woman's cheeks.
"You can stay with them if you want to, Ciel." The couple, the flowers, and the sky disappeared, leaving only the white clad angel with the ashen hair. "You could love them again, you could leave that…demon behind," it hissed. Ciel's mind suddenly filled with memories of his faithful butler, saving him from Jack the Ripper, entering with news from the queen, rescuing him from the god awful rainforest tea party. His kisses…
"No; I'm going back." The earl's statement came in dead silence and pitch darkness.
"Unwanted, unholy, impure," it hissed. The voices came from all directions, terror streaking across Ciel's mind.
"It can't—" A hand snaked out behind him, latching onto the earl's shoulder. "Impurity," a voice grinned. "We will cleanse you of impurity. "Unwanted, unholy, impure," the being chanted, a sadistic smile upon its lips. More hands came, restraining the struggling boy.
"Se-Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian!" Ciel screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Unwanted, unholy, impure."
"Sebas—"A fist flew down from above, colliding with the earl's stomach; crimson streaked the man's face, and the young boy, choking on his own blood, let out cries of anguish. His breath came in shallow gasps. "Sebastian! Sebastian! Se—" A knife slashed through the earl's coat, leaving a line of blood running down his chest. An agonized whimper escaped the young Phantomhive's lips. Their hands ripped at his skin, nails breaking through, tearing the flesh back. "Sebastian!"
Ciel awoke, naked, on the cold, stone floor of a frighteningly small cell, parched and bleeding from numerous wounds on his body. Crescent shaped punctures ran the full length of his arms and several deep cuts sliced across his stomach and chest. When he took in a breath, Ciel felt a stabbing pain; they'd broken his ribs too.
With trembling arms, the boy tried to prop himself up against the wall, but his small hands slipped on the damp stone surfaces, sending the weakened earl back into the floor where his head collided painfully with the wet stone. Several broken cries escaped him as a surge of pain flooded his entire body.
"Sebastian, this is an—"
"Still trying to summon that demon of yours? He can't reach you here. With a falsely placed smile, the white angel stepped into view, feathers falling to the floor from its bleeding wings. "Though I had a run in with him, and I must say that you've got quite the butler there."
"What? What did you—"
"I can assure you, your love is fine. Well, he's not physically harmed…yet."
"It was you," Ciel spat. "You're the one who took my mother and father and burned the mansion to the ground." The angel smiled pleasantly.
"Oh, but it wasn't my doing; it was your parents'." The angel smiled, bringing a soft fingertip to its pale lips. A figure streaked blurrily into the boy's vision. Clad in black robes and hooded like the rest, it carried a white hot branding iron. With the other, bloodied hand it lifted the hood away from its head, revealing the merged faces of his mother and father, a smirk playing at its lips.
"Why… why… Sebastian!"
Hope you guys enjoyed! Oh no! What have I done to poor Ciel! Oh no! I have to fix this! That means I have to write another chapter soon ;)