Loneliness is not unfamiliar to one such as I. I have been lonely, so many times. So why does it still hurt? Why…?

I stumble in my steps, approaching you. My foot hesitantly lands in your blood. Your blood is spoiling the carpet, the same carpet you've strived to keep spotless. Now, it's turning crimson. Why don't you clean it? Why aren't you cleaning it? Why aren't you…?

I drop to my knees in the pools of your blood. Your face is frozen in a horrific cry. Your fingers are crooked, clutching at the air you so sorely need. The blade is plunged into your chest.

You idiot! Get up! Move!

I bring up my hand, and I strike those unmoving features with my palm. Again and again, I pummel that perfect face with my dirty fingers.

You idiotic man! Don't lie there, I can see through your petty mimicry of death! You've fooled the others, but I am not so easily tricked. You are not dead! This farce is not appreciated. What of our contract? Are you breaking our contract? How dare you? Rise! Move! Breathe! Live… God damn you! Don't leave me!

Someone's touch keeps my hand back. It is not your touch that checks me. I crumple upon your corpse, unbelieving. I shakily reach for your face again. I caress your cheek, my fingers dripping in red liquid.

You're kidding, right? Are you… dead? Are you? But, you're my butler, are you not? Aren't you to serve me till the end? You were supposed to stay by my side.

Don't you dare leave me behind. Don't you dare. That's an order. Do you hear me? Come back! Won't you forgive me? I'm sorry, so please, I'm begging you, please…

Sebastian. My beloved butler. My brilliant, performing, perfect butler.

I stand before a gray stone. The stone is one among many. It is unimportant to others. But it is yours. Such a silly homage to such an incredible person. Funny, isn't it? How you died before I, in the end?

This behavior is unbefitting, I know. A Master must not shed his tears for such an unnecessary casualty as a butler. Perhaps, for one moment, we were not Master and Servant. Perhaps, for once, we were but two comrades. Perhaps your kind protection was but a farce, all in the goal of retrieving my promised soul. It doesn't really matter now.

I bow in respect to that one stone. My hand rests upon my still beating heart. I incline my head to your memory. I smile softly.

I stand, a Master once again.

I shall meet you one day, Sebastian. One day, I shall meet you in the deepest depths of hell. We are but kindred spirits. Until then, Sebastian.

I begin to turn away, but I can't help but look again. Your wicked grin hangs before my eyes, your gaze glitters sinfully. Your words come as a whisper on the breeze.

"Yes, My Lord."

This is a just quick one-shot (a very quick one; less than 500 words). I just wanted to do a POV and mess with a different writing style (in this case, I tired to go for an upperclass style, the type of thing that Ciel might use).

It's not very in character. I know. I made Ciel sound so adult. Not that he isn't very mature already.

I hope this doesn't become a spoiler for anyone. It's based off of chapter 42 of Kuroshitsuji. The chapter caught me off-guard and inspired me. TONS. If you haven't read it already, please go do so.

I think I may officially announce the end of my school year! Tomorrow's technically the last day, but it's just a math exam, and I'M DONE! Hopefully I'll update P&P. *crosses fingers*

~Willow