(AN/ My little guest who wanted to give me a life-size Sebs plushie, I forgive you~ I knew someone would get mad at me for writing that.

woohp whoop little of my story~ Well I get bullied for well, liking anime and dress diffrent so I'm basically no one. I don't have anyone to actually comfort me, hold me and so on. I have few friends yes but I never meet them, when I do it feels amazing to be with people I love. I do have a normal kind of family and my sister and I are close (maybe too close...) but I feel like shit all the time. And maybe why I decided to make Ciel commit suicide is because I can't do it myself so I kill my muses/characters?

and my little wonderful guest, thank you for reading my story and liking it, that goes for all of you that have read it, love you all 3)

Chapter 10:

Sebastian had arrived early to the funeral and he was standing next to the black and golden coffin he was laying in. It matched him, the colours. The boy was wearing black dress pants and a matching blazer, underneath was a white button up shirt and in the breast pocked a blue rose, having the same colour as his eyes. Everything looked so perfect.

His hands were over his abdomen and laced together. Something that caught his attention was the two rings, one that was golden and some kind of sigil etched into it and was on his left middle finger. The other ring was in a sapphire blue, a tint brighter than his eyes , it's metal was in silver and placed on his right thumb.

Sebastian caressed his cheek gently and sighed. This was the last he would see of Ciel Phantomhive.

As other people started to fill the church Sebastian was sitting as close to the coffin as he could, he was saving two seats next to him as well for Alois and Claude who was on the toilet right now. When they came back Alois sat down next to Sebastian and Claude was on his right side.

"Hey."

He said in a low raspy voice and smiled faintly up at Sebastian. The black haired male looked back down at him and flashed him a sad smile.

"Hey.."

The blonde looked bad to be honest. His eyes were lightly coloured red and he had small bags under his eyes and his hair looked less shiny than it usually did. He had obviously been crying a lot since the hospital two weeks ago.

He hugged the younger boy lightly and kissed his head as a 'I'm sorry'. Alois only nodded and looked down on the floor as he twirled the red rose in his hand and Claude wrapped his arms around him. Sebastian looked away from the two and over at the coffin again.

Of course Sebastian had bought flowers for the funeral. He had a rather big bouquet with different blue flowers, it felt like it would fit for him. And to be traditional he had a red rose as well. They had already been singing for him and was outside to watch him get buried under the cold frozen ground.

The red rose was placed on the coffin as they carried it out. When Sebastian watched his love of life be sunk down in a hole he started to cry again. He had been crying inside the church as well, and mostly looking at the coffin as the others sang for him. Now. Now he was sobbing quietly and tightened his grip around the bouquet and the small silvery pocket watch that had been Ciel's.

Some people left as they started to fill in the hole with the dirt. Sebastian just stood there and almost had the reflex to dive down in that hole and help him out from there. Alois and Claude was still there too, but Alois was hidden inside of Claude's jacket as he saw his shoulders tremble and heard the muffled sobbing.

He looked back at the grave as it was fully filled and the workers walked away. Ciel's parents were the first to lay flowers on his grave before Vincent led his crying wife to the car. Next was a women almost only in red and lad flowers of the same colour on the grave and then lit a candle before she left as well. Now it only was the three left.

Sebastian leaned down and sat on his knees in front of the grave as he placed the flowers gently on there and looked at the grave stone. It had the same mix of black and gold as the coffin. He bit his lip and more tears fell down his cheeks at the thought of never see him again. It was true now, he couldn't dig him up.

"I love you Ciel."

He mumbled and looked down. The blonde boy had dared to walk up to the grave and laid his red rose on there before he sat down next to Sebastian and took his hand.

His hand was cold and his sleeve scooted up a bit and Sebastian looked down to see red scars on the boys wrist and he sighed. If this happened to Alois too he wouldn't be able to wake up without his whole being hurting. Claude had walked over to a bench to give them their time to take far well together.

"You shouldn't do that…"

Alois looked up at him with a confused look, tears falling down his cheeks and as he followed the ravens eyes down to his wrist he pulled the sleeve down again and bit his lip as he let go of his hand.

"Does Claude know?"

"No…"

"Please tell him. I don't want this to happen to you too. Like Ciel said, you deserve a good and long life with someone you love and that loves you back with the same passion. Probably it will be Claude. You deserve better…."

Alois started to sob loudly and leaned into his chest and Sebastian wrapped his arms around him and caressed his hair to calm him. He looked over at Claude as a sign for him to come back now. The man stood up and walked towards them and Sebastian pulled Alois back on his feet and as fast as Claude was close to the blonde, Alois wrapped his arms tightly around his middle and sobbed into his torso.

"Please take good care of him. He is easy breakable…"

He mumbled and looked at Claude as he spoke.

"And take my advice to hold a eye on him."

Claude nodded and caressed the soft hair and slowly walked away and towards his car. And Sebastian was left alone.

He stayed there just staring at the words Ciel Phantomhive and felt the cold air against his exposed skin. He decided to go home now, home to Ciel's apartment. After all he had sold his a while ago and was sharing with Ciel, but now he was alone in there and everything remembered him of the young boy. The smell of him was still etched into the walls and furniture. To be honest he usually had one of Ciel's shirt tight in a grip of it as he slept. But it wasn't the same.

He missed waking up to caressing his soft skin and hair, kissing him softly and get a tired smile in return and those blue eyes on him. He had experienced five break downs during these two weeks in the morning after waking up and realize that everything in his dream about Ciel was not real and he couldn't hold him ever again like in his dreams.

End.