IMPORTANT! MUST READ BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER: ok before you flame or get angry at me for Im sure youve noticed the very short length of this chapter hear me out. I did this on purpose. First of all the next couple chapters are going to be this length, why? well lets see if you can figure this out, it fits the strcture of whats going to occur. Note that they will go back to full length eventualy. Second, as of this week I have begun to prepare for finals and for the ending of classes of my first sememster of my freshman year of collgege so ive got alot going on right now. I plan to update asap and as much as I can due to keeping the chapters short and fire them alll out but right now Ive got alot to focus on cause i also have to start working on building my next cosplay for an upcoming Con. Thanks for reading and understanding.
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"Fuck" the man swore "Get down you two!" he shouted. Meylenne stood frozen not heeding the man's warning as she watched in horror. The water which had been so calm and relaxing before resembled that of a
toddler throwing at fit. It grabbed snarling and snapping as it raced towards them ripping and dragging the bank with it eroding the territory and he traveled, like a pack of wolves after a doe and its fawn. 'Oh my g-'
immediately rationality and duty slapped her in the face. She leapt forward throwing her stuff to the side and grabbed the young yanking him down to the bottom of the boat. He let out a cry of surprise and she
ignored him as she clutched him to her using her body to cover his and placing herself as a shield just in time as the screeching waves slammed into the boat, capsizing and sending them all into the water.
The first thing that came to Meylene's mind was the temperature, it was freezing. It seemed as if her limbs had begun to numb already in shock. Closing her lips tightly she secured the air that tried to escape from
her lungs in shock. Brown eyes flew open as she realized that her arms were empty. Struggling she tried to right her world as she realized that the waves had dragged her under upside down refusing to let go of the
tight grip. Franticly she searched for the boy scrabbling against the strong current. She wanted to weep in relief as she saw the phantomhive master not too far from her. What Meylene like was his color, it seemed as
if the chill of the water was already set in and his lips were beginning to tint a nasty shade of blue. With a grunt and stretch feminine hands grasped young male ones. At this dark blue eye was revealed by a
fluttering eye as it trained unfocused on the red head. With a heave she pulled his young body to her own and began to kick to the surface.
Swearing mentally she yanked at the skirts that began to twist around her legs dragging her down. With a grunt she yanked hard and stitches popped allowing her to flee from the garments and kick towards the
surface. Breaking the surface she whimpered as the air stealing into her lungs felt like a knife. Quickly her concern fell to the boy whose head lolled back onto her shoulders.
"Ciel! Ciel!" she tapped his face hard, trepidation flooding her mind as he offered no response. Struggling forward she headed for the bank, her strength nearly failing her several times as random debris and water hit
her from all sides. 'Must get to the bank' Unconsciousness threatened her as booted foot met solid ground. With a heave she pushed his body to the side of the soggy bank and partially out of the water, jumbling
out after him she slid in the mud and destroyed follage crouching above the childlike body. "Ceil!" she tapped his face a couple times nearly letting out a scream of frustration when he didn't respond. 'he should
have begun to drown that fast unless…" her hand found its way underneath her head bile rising up in her throat as she pulled her hand away covered in blood. 'concussion'
"Ciel! Ciel!" she tapped his face repeatedly the smacks getting harder with each passing moment. Her eyes dropped down to his chest, it wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing Yanking her bloody gloves from her hands
she straddled the blue haired boy her hands settling straight on his breastbone and pushed down yanking back to let the chest rice. She began the process in sets of thirty at a two second interval.
Clamping two fingers over his nose she leaned down and pressed her mouth to his blowing air into his lungs as she watched his chest rise then pulled back and repeated the process.
Compression sets
Rescue breathing
Compression sets
Rescue breathing
Compression sets
Rescue breathing
She sobbed in consolation as the body beneath her convulsed. She rolled his body onto his stomach as he vomited. She rubbed the shaking back and trembling shoulders of the pale boy too caught up to notice the
danger that crept their way.
"Ciel" she pushed his bangs off of his forehead, and stopped him from getting to his feet "Don't stand, you hit your head and must have a concussion" she said quickly heading her words he leaned away from the
vomit to lay on the ground. "Don't fall asleep either" she added and he merely nodded cringing at the pain this brought to his head, swiftly she looked up as a noise inside the trees alerted her. Years of training
allowed her unnatural eyes to catch that sickening sighed, the gleam of light against the barrel of a gun. She shoved the boy aside "Stay down!"
"Meylene what is!" words lodged in his throat, the gunshot echoing through his ears as he watched his maid fall back and into the river. "MEYLENE!" he screamed and whirled around too look at the man stumbling out
of the forest, gun in hand and a creepy smile to match.
"Don't worry you'll be with her soon. Say Goodbye boy!"
"SEBASTIAN!" at this the man froze
"Ugh!" blood spout from the attackers mouth as he stared in shock at the blood that also blossomed across his shirt. "What in hell" with that his eyes went blank and he hit the ground with a thud revealing a black
haired man smirking as he wielded a set of butter knives.
"Just another showing that we only use the best items at the phantomhive manor" Sebastian smiled and walked over to the young boy lying in the mud.
"Are you okay my l-" SLAP! Sebastian merely blinked in response to the stinging of his cheek where Ceil had backhanded him.
"You bastard! Where the fuck were you! I could have died!"
"You weren't in that much danger or I would have been here Master" he said forcing a smile "Plus you had an assassin with you and-"he paused and the one visible eye of the phantomhive boy widened.
"Meylene!"
"Where is she?"
"She was shot and she fell in the river!" he recalled as he was lifted from the ground. Clinging to his butler his free eye scanned the water as Sebastian ran without faltering along the slippery bank.
"What happened, where did she go?"
"I'm not quite sure. I woke up and the next thing I know she's shoving me aside…there was a gunshot and she fell in the water"
'she couldn't have possibly been shot, her eyesight is too good for that…but she was also distracted…worried about Ceil and almost drowning herself…'his teeth ground together in concentration his
eyes flashing a bright red as he scanned the water beside him.
"Sebastian! Over there on that tree branch!" Ceil said quickly pointing to the opposite side of the bank. Sure enough the phantomhive maid seemed to have been caught on some of the wreckage her limp form draped
and tangled. Clinging to the demon as he leapt over the angry river he watched diligently, she hadn't moved. Ceil took no notice as he was set down in a safe location and the butler headed back into the water
wading towards the women. His fists clenched in anger when Sebastian picked her up, her skin was beginning to carry a blue hint and she offered no response when she was picked up and carried towards the shore.
'her hearts still beating but she's not breathing' old eyes flitted over the feminine form as he laid it down on the bank merely acknowledging the boy that scrambled down through muck and mud towards them.
"Meylene" he tapped her face "Meylene!" he frowned 'wait a second' pushing her onto her side he yanked open the back of her dress buttons popping and flying into the air as he revealed the wrappings of her
corset 'of course' with a wrench his broke up the strings that held her corset together tightly. The women immediately began to cough up water her small body bucking as she struggled for air brown eyes open in
panic. She gasped swallowing air in large amounts looking around in agitation.
"Meylene calm yourself" Sebastian ordered pulling her upper body up and flush against his as she began to shake due to the cold. Her breathing quieted down and she dropped her head against his shoulder.
"Wait" she sat up weakly and looked over as Ceil slid to a stop beside them falling to his butt with a sigh. She looked at the boy relief covering her face as tears brimmed over her bottom eyelids.
"Meylene what in the-" Ceil began in worry but his concern turned into a shout of confusion as he suddenly found himself knocked over by his maid and sprawled out across the mud.
"Meylene what is the meaning of" he was interrupted by the sound of her sobbing
"Young master you're alright! If anything had happened to you I don't know what I would've done!" She cried hugging the young boy tightly. At this the young man flushed suddenly at a loss of words. With a glare he
ignored the butlers amused look and hugged the women back his young arms circling around the thin women's body resting his chin on her shoulder.
He felt his eyes weigh down as the heat that radiated from her body soaked into his. Her female body was much difference from his, he was not a built boy by any means but her body was softer, comforting. The last
time he had just sat and been held like this was before the fire, that terrible fire. 'with my mother…' Ceil let his eyes fall shut closing to the world and his head which felt like it weighed a ton slid to the side resting
against Meylene's barely registering the fact that she straightened and pulled his young body into her lap. He didn't have the energy to push her away in embarrassment as his chin slid from her shoulder to let his
cheek press against the naked flesh. 'I'm tired' and with that he let unconsciousness swallow him whole, in a warm deep embrace.
The flickering of an oil burning lamp was the first thing Ceil phantomhive noticed when consciousness finally walked through his door "Water" he ordered and in a mere second his demon butler was leaning over his a
glass in hand. He sat up slowly his body heavy and tool the glass drinking all of its contents in a mere three swallows. Pushing the glass back he sighed "explain"
"She's fine, unconscious but fine. The bullet merely grazed her arm and when the physician checked on her last her fever had broke."
At this tidbit of enough Ceil looked over to the side of the bed. She was not there which confirmed his thoughts that she was being kept in the inns infirmary. "alright"
"It is about three am you've been asleep since about two oclock yesterday. When I returned to where I had found you the body of the man I had killed was no longer there and I was unable to trace it. I checked out
the small dam and mill that had been installed to prevent such an occurrence to find that the ropes had been cut"
"So none of this was an accident"
"No my lord. At the scene I also found this"
Ceil looked up his eye training on the dagger that Sebastian held in his right hand but what caught his interest was what laid in his left, a lock of red hair. "So it was the murderers doing"
"it seems so"
"So we can officially say that we have caught his attention"
"Yes my lord" at this a nearly identical smirk slid across the male faces and Ciel laughed. With a jerk of his head his flicked the bangs out of his eyes and Sebastian went to draw the bath.
"Let the games begin"