The Sound of Heartbeats Chapter 3, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

"Sebastian, cake."

The short stout order of the blunette reached the ears of the demon in front of him, as the taller man put on a light smile. "I'm sorry Young Master, but you'll spoil your dinner."

As a blue eye shot over to the man clad in black, he sensed it even if his head was bent. Yes, that icy cold deathray of a stare was impossible to miss. Yet he didn't pay any mind to it either. A rough sigh of anger left the child's lips, as he turned back to the document in front of him.

Samantha Brockins

Corpse found on 2/8/87

Discovered in font of National Mound Library

Various stabbing through heart area and neck

A short summary to sum up a life. This lady looked about 24 in the picture conveniently paper clipped to the document, and definitely too young to die. Also too pretty. Yet that didn't matter. Whether or not you were young or old, pretty or ugly, death didn't seem to mind. He seemed to enjoy whatever soul that was placed in his hands.

As the small hand of the teen reached for his tea, he shuffled out the stack of papers in front of him, so he more than 20 dead people staring right up at him. As he sipped his tea, he read over each of the white sheets again. The only thing that connected the killings weren't in fact in the report given by the police, but yet in the very picture itself.

A small knock sounded at the door, as he laid down the files in an orderly manner. "Yes?"

With a scowl stretching over his face, he put his head in his hands. He tried to focus more on the blurry pictures of the people, yet the voice behind the door seemed to distract him for a bit. "Dinner is ready, Young Master."

He waited for a bit before finally answering his butler, finding the right thing would be to hurry up the dinner so he could go get back to his work as soon as possible. Of course he knew that anything he wanted his butler would always oblige, yet not partaking in the correct methods to keep his health up was very worrisome. So, the blunette stood from his chair and as he twisted his ring, walked towards the door of his office.

As the door of the study swung open, the small boy exited the room. On first sight, you may not believe that this small child could be such a high standing earl in New England's society, yet of course anyone close enough to know his age had no doubt that he certainly held the ego and extreme business-like nature to uphold the position.

Ciel Phantomhive, young earl of the Phantomhive estate and Funtom toy company, also known as the Queen's Guard Dog, was somewhat well-known around these parts. One word from the Queen's Guard Dog left the criminals of the underworld quaking in their boots. Yet what most people over looked, was that his standing in England as well as his ability to make even the most harshest criminals give-up, was because of his butelr's unnatural skills.

Of course Ciel was the main reason the Funtom toy company had been thriving these days, because of his well honed skills of directory and fund keeping. And one thing the young aristocrat refused to be overshadowed by was one of his petty servants.

Yet there was no denying it, Sebastian Michaelis was one hell of a butler.

When Ciel found himself seated at the dinner table, he quickly started on the meal laid out in front of him. The platter of food was prepared by the most talented hands in the mansion, none other than the ever-loved butler himself. Yet the blue haired boy had gotten used to the skill and incredible food he was served on a daily basis, and of course pushed his butler far and beyond wanting the best of the best, and nothing less.

After the silverware was set down from his hands, he left the dinner table in a calm manner, though he really wanted to get this stupid project over with as soon as possible. When he found himself back in the room he would sometimes sit in for hours at a time, he saw he was really most relaxed in this environment. Even if the blunette was wary to let his guard down, he had no choice when he found himself totally absorbed in his work.

He scanned over the papers once more, before taking off each picture and turning them over. In pen, he marked the names and place of death on the back of the black and white photo.

While adding the small date in the corner, he shuffled the other information away from his work space. One way or another, Ciel would solve this case before the police had a chance to conduct another search, and get it done in even better time than the last one. That was usually how he entertained himself in this otherwise boring lifestyle.

The only time he really felt he was, well... alive was when he was catching the criminal that he had worked night and day to reach, and getting the justice for the people that lives' were thrown away.

You may seem to think that how could a human being enjoy passing time by inspecting murders of other humans whom had their lives stripped from them, but the thought hardly occurred to the boy. He had gotten so used to doing the same thing over and over, seeing a dead body or a couple hundred didn't phase him anymore.

Every person that passed had a life before them, and as one death was looked as a tragedy, a thousand was seen as just a number. Of course, this was almost exactly how the blunette's mind worked. His eyes were already plagued with deaths when he was a child, so how could another hurt him?

Maybe that was the first sign to Ciel that he was slowly loosing his humanity one second at a time.