Sorry about the radio silence guys; literally there's been nothing but stress all of November, December, and most of January. Like, mental breakdown type stress. A lot of irl personal shit's been happening that I simply cant deal with well, and it pretty much killed all will to draw and write.
But I'm getting back in the grove of things, so hot dog.
Setting is explained in the first sentence; the present setting however, would be during the Curry Arc.
Ciel was almost two when his mother showed him the small, chubby person in her arms.
His eyes, large and filled with wonder, stared at the little being.
"Baby."
The master and mistress of the house laughed at their son's reaction to their newest member, his father lifting Ciel into his arms and onto his hip. "This, Ciel, is your baby sister." Ciel's azure eyes stayed focused on the bundle in a pale blue cloth. Baby.
"Baby is a little people."
Vincent chuckled at his son's vocabulary. "A baby is a little person. This baby is a girl. She's very special, you know."
Ciel finally tore his eyes away from the baby. Special? Like when he doesn't cry he gets a special candy?
"She's your little sister." Vincent explained at his child's confused expression. "That means you have to protect her. Like a knight."
The small boy's face lit up at the idea, and wiggled his way down out of his father's arms.
"Baby is little princess people!"
Vincent gave a resigned chuckle, taking his new daughter from his wife's arms.
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"Ciel," Rachel started gently, a smile twitching onto her face. "You don't have watch her all the time."
The boy looked up at his name, peering silently up into his mother's face. "Monsters will get baby princess."
Making sure to tuck Evangeline under her covers, Rachel then knelt down to be level with her son. "That's why Mommy and Daddy are here. We protect her when you need to sleep."
She had never seen such a defiant expression on her son before. "No sleep."
"Ciel, if you don't sleep, you won't be able to watch over her tomorrow." She could see it; he was about to give in. "If you do, you can have an extra banana with breakfast."
There it was; he agreed in a heartbeat, reaching a hand through the crib bars to pat his sister's arm —Rachel was too slow to stop him, but to her relief, Evangeline didn't wake up— before rushing out of the room for bed.
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The baby princess was boring. She didn't know how to play with his toys. She just threw them around. Or tried to eat them, sometimes. Then she'd cry when he took the toys away because he didn't want icky baby juice on his toys.
At that point, one of the servants would usually come pick her up and take her to his parents, or Mommy and Daddy would come get her themselves.
Ciel had also noticed Mommy and Daddy paid a lot of attention to the baby princess. He didn't get that much attention when he cried.
But baby princess was special— and he was supposed to protector her like a knight. But what did a knight do?
He needed Daddy to read the book again.
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Baby princess looked like an angel, he decided. Like one of those baby angels in the paintings. Mommy called them chair-ups.
Maybe baby princess was a chair-up.
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Daddy said he wasn't allowed to call baby princess baby princess anymore. He said he was supposed to call her E-V. Like the letters in the alphabet. Like him! His name was letters too: C-L.
But Daddy said it wasn't her real name; her real name was too big for a little knight to say. When he became a big Knight, he could say it.
So, sighing ruefully, to the amusement of his father, the small boy resigned himself to calling the baby princess E-V.
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Ciel's second birthday was cold. He didn't like it. The cold made him sick, and made his teeth bump together.
But he got a chess set for his birthday! He didn't know how to play yet though. He just watched from Daddy's lap when he played the grumpy sandwich man. But! Daddy said he would teach him; that it would help make him a big knight faster. Make him smarter to protect baby princess E-V better.
He smiled, dumping the box out on his floor. Until Daddy could play, the pieces would be good to play fight.
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Mommy was sad. So was Daddy. But Mommy was crying like baby princess E-V does. Really loud. His ears hurt from Mommy's crying, and Daddy wouldn't teach him anymore chess right now. But that was alright, because Daddy was protecting Mommy like he protected E-V.
Where was baby princess? If Mommy and Daddy didn't have her, maybe the servants did...
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The servants were sad too, and the maid cried when he asked where baby princess E-V was.
The next morning, Daddy got him up and brought him to his and Mommy's room. He said they needed to talk. But how did they talk when Mommy was still crying.
"Ciel," He started eventually, holding the boy on his lap. Ciel stared up, blinking at his name. "Eevie isn't here anymore."
Ciel blinked again. "Oh." There was a beat of silence —Mommy wasn't crying really loudly, though she did pick a pillow up and cry into it— before he continued. "Where?"
He had never seen Daddy cry; but there Daddy was, his chest shaking, tears on his face like Mommy's. "Heaven, baby. Eevie's an angel now."
There was another blink from the child. "Baby princess Eevie is an angel?" Daddy suddenly picked him up, holding him tightly against his chest, crying like Mommy was holding her pillow.
"Then- then-" Ciel frowned. "Baby princess is a baby chair-up." How did he protect baby princess E-V then if she was a chair-up? Chair-ups were angels, and he couldn't see angels. "I can't see E-V anymore?"
Mommy and Daddy cried harder, and Ciel began to cry.
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"My lord,"
Ciel lifted his head from his desk, the sounds of London giving him a headache; this was why he lived in his country manor and avoided the townhouse like the plague. "Yes, Sebastian?"
The demon appeared amused, for some godforsaken reason.
"I believe I happened upon some of your child drawings."
That was a godforsaken reason, Ciel groaned silently in his head, before attempting to return to his work. "So what? Do what you wish with them." Ciel never knew what Sebastian did with an obscure order like that; he simply assumed the demon burned them or discarded them in some way.
Therefore, he was momentarily surprised when the folder was sat in front of him.
"I wish for you to look at them."
Ciel rolled his eyes at the damnable man, but set his pen down; despite the attempt to be professional and continue with his work, he was still only thirteen. He wasn't about to turn down a reprieve from work a second time. Opening the folder, he winced at the horrid, misshapen lumps that were —if he assumed correct— supposed to be humans. One vaguely resembled a knight; there was a triangular cape, as well as a sword. The other was only about half the size of the knight, and wore a blue princess dress; at least, he assumed it was a princess, because she was wearing a crown.
Many followed this trend; though sometimes the knight and princess had bigger people in the picture too, who had the vague coloring of his parents.
The last picture was different however. The knight —him, he was certain; he vaguely recalled calling himself a knight when he was younger— and his parents were all obviously crying at the bottom of the picture, while the princess had wings and was flying above the clouds. Frowning, he flipped the childish drawing over, catching sight of his father's scrawl, quickly scanning over the words.
Baby Princess Eevie; he could dimly remember something about it. It made him sad. It made him think of the first and last time he ever saw his father cry.
Ciel flipped the paper over once more to blink at the drawing. "I think these are my drawings of Evangeline and I."
"Oh?" Sebastian sounded, an eyebrow raised as Ciel handed back the folder, keeping the last drawing out. "Why do you assume that?"
The boy turned a lovely shade of carmine. "I have a faint recollection of naming someone 'Baby Princess Eevie'. It's not difficult to make the assumption that Eevie was a shortened name for Evangeline."
Sebastian gave a small cough —Ciel was quite aware the blasted demon was laughing— and bowed. "What shall you have me do with these?"
Ciel simply waved it off. "My order still stands. Discard them, show them to Tabby, whatnot. It's not of any importance anyway."
With his customary "Yes, my Lord," Sebastian took leave of his office, leaving the boy to sit in peace and gaze at the drawing for a touch longer.
"It's not of importance."
Then abruptly, he tossed it in the fire, his artwork and father's familiar scrawl turning to ash.
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Knight Ciel was the best knight Baby Princess Eevie could ever have.
And now, Baby Princess Eevie protects Knight Ciel.
If anyone was curious, I did cry writing the part about Vincent crying. Though I enjoyed writing from toddler Ciel's perspective. Though I think I made him a touch too advanced; but whatever.
To anyone who didn't catch it; E-V is how Ciel thinks of saying "Eevie" (like Eevee the pokemon). Just like Ciel thinks of his name as "C-L". And chair-ups is how he pronounces cherubs. And the grumpy sandwich man is Diedrich.
Ciel was a cutie who liked Knights and bananas okay.
Also I love Vincent. So much. To those of you who haven't read the extra chapter from the book of circus dvds, its chapter 99.5 of kuroshitsuji dot org. My favorite pages were 14, 15, and 16 (because of Vincent)
But yeah. Idk when I'll update the main story; there's only about 1000 or so words written out of the next chapter, though I have a vague idea of how I want it to go.
Oh, and when we get to the titanic arc, you're going to hate me. I'm going to hate me. I'm changing my original plot and I'm already crying at what I have to write.