Well hello there! Long time no see. I've been in school since the 4th so I haven't had too much time to write. I have been trying though! It was partially because I was thinking what to do next.
I'm at the point now where I get ideas but they would only work in a scenario with the twins already born. So I can't use it until way later. Well let's see how this goes shall we?
Sebastian: Cookie doesn't own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.
Me: COME CHECK ME OUT AT FICTION PRESS! THE LINK IS ON MY PROFILE!
WARNING: CONTAINS MENTION OF RAPE AND SCENES OF GRAPHIC ABUSE.
Mating Season
Flashbacks
Ciel's POV
The warmth emanating from the person holding me close felt soothing. I hadn't realized how cold I was until now. It's strange…the place where I am seems to be scalding hot but I wasn't aware of how freezing I was.
"Young master." Sebastian spoke gently.
"Hnn?"
He pulled away from me. I looked into his soft crimson orbs, enchanted. Sebastian's lips started moving but I couldn't hear the words as they came out of his mouth. That was the last thing I remember before blacking out once more.
Crack! Slash! Whack!
A burning sensation rose in my skin as I felt continuous pain. Another slash of a whip sliced the already bruised flesh on my back.
I was shivering, every inch of my skin exposed to the deadly cold. My clothes were disposed of long ago. My lower back was still burning from them holding me down and branding me. My thighs were sticky from blood and white stuff that leaked out of my hole. I screamed as the whip struck me across the neck, warm blood already beginning to dribble down my back. But it wasn't very loud because my voice was already nonexistent. After screaming for the past 3 hours watching as each sick man took their turn with me, I was willing to live no more. Is this what pure terror felt like?
Every time I wondered where mother and father were, every time a toy of mine broke, every time I fell and scraped my knee. I thought that was terror. But it was clear to me that there is a point where you get so miserable, that you would rather die than endure this hell any longer.
What happened to mama and daddy? I remember seeing them in the flames and then I find myself here, all alone. These men, they hurt me, they make me feel dirty, they scare me.
Crack!
As the whip struck again, a man's lips are placed on my neck, biting down harshly. I knew it would make another mark, similar to the thousands of others scattered around my body.
Slash!
The stinging intensified. I shuddered as I felt the wetness of the other man's tongue being dragged across my skin. The cry of the 5th child being killed today rang out, echoing in my ears.
Whack!
The mix of pain and coldness turned my whole body numb. I could barely feel them wrap the cloak around me and place me back into the cage I had called home for the past 3 days. Was this how I was going to spend the rest of my life?
I bolted upright in the empty bed, eliciting the loudest scream I had made since that day. Even colder that before, I shook violently, wrapping my arms myself trying to find an ounce of warmth.
The only warmth I felt was the tears rolling down my face. Just like before, I became numb. I closed my eyes tightly as the horrific nightmare replayed in my mind.
The sound of the door opening and footsteps making their over to me reached my ears.
"Ciel?" said the familiar voice of the butler, what was his name again? Sebastian, wasn't it?
I opened my eyes and looked up to see Sebastian with a semi-worried expression painted on his face. He without a doubt heard my screaming and came in here as fast as he could.
He wiped my tears away and smiled, "What's wrong, Ciel? That scream you made sounded like you were terrified."
I decided I shouldn't tell him all about the nightmare. It's not like he could make all of it go away, "It was nothing, really. I'm fine."
Sebastian chuckled, "You are fainting an awful lot lately. Any idea as to why, young master?"
I merely shrugged, I honestly had no clue either, "I don't know. Why are you calling me 'young master'? You're not my servant…or are you? I have a migraine."
"Perhaps a massage will help you to relax." The butler suggested with a smooth voice, "In my long years I have become quite the expert."
"Fine." I sighed, "Do what you want."
He smiled and bit down on one of the glove's fingers, pulling it off his hand. I saw a purple, glowing symbol etched into his hand, I was puzzled as to what it was. He did the same with the other hand, "Yes, my lord."
I turned to have my back facing him and he placed his hands on my back and began rubbing in circles with his thumbs. As much as it pained me to say it, I actually felt relaxed almost immediately. But I wasn't gonna say anything, otherwise he might stop. I could feel the coldness his hands possessed through the clothing I was wearing. He moved on to massage my sides, his fingers working rather magically at relieving all the pain I had endured. As he began to dig into my lower back, I arched back slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. The cold hand that was placed on my neck made me flinch. Sebastian started rubbing my neck and shoulders.
"My, my, young master, you seem to have more knots than I thought. It's hard to reach them due to your injuries from the plane crash."
I elicited but a small moan in response, too overcome by the pleasure my body was drowning in to say anything else. He smiled and drew his hands away.
I held back a whimper as I turned back around. It was then that I became extremely sleepy. By the yawn I emitted, Sebastian could tell also, "Young master, I think you should get some rest. I believe I may have worn you out." He said with a chuckle.
I tried to deny it, but all that came out was another yawn. Sebastian placed a hand on my chest and pushed me down on the bed. I sighed in defeat and closed my eyes, letting unconsciousness wash over me.
A child screams in agony as their final breath leaves their dying lungs.
I know I'm next. I can tell my life is coming to an end. Sure, I'll accept it. I've prayed and cried until I fall asleep. Praying over and over for God to save my soul. But alas, no one had come. I accept the fact that everyone has turned their back on me. My parents are most likely dead, I'm already dead inside. What's the point of fighting?
I pulled my knees closer to my chest, a complete silence surrounding the giant room. The only sound that was heard was the shackle on my ankle when I moved. But apparently that was plenty of noise to catch the one of the men in cloak's attention.
"Hey, is he the last one?" one of them said.
"Yeah that's the Earl Phantomhive's kid. We've saved him to be the last one killed."
"Well then let's do it."
My blood ran cold as I heard them prepare the sacrificing table for me. I was ready to die a few minutes ago. I've been waiting for this moment for days. So why am I suddenly feeling like I'm not ready to die? But I knew it was too late to back down now. My fate was sealed the moment I was brought here.
The opening of the cage made a loud creaking sound. I was breathing slowly, knowing these would be the last breaths I would ever be privileged to take. They picked me up, the cloak keeping me covered slipped off my body. I flinched as I was laid on the cold stone tablet. They laid a blanket over my personal areas. I was relieved to know that I would die with a little bit of dignity left. But I still had this feeling that I wasn't supposed to die yet. That this wasn't supposed to happen. I'd expected this for a while, but why has my desire to live been raised from nothing? All I knew now was, I couldn't die like this.
As my last hope, I prayed once more to God, Satan, and all the angels and demons in between. Please, I am not supposed to die yet. Save me from this terrible death I have been unfairly dealt. Save me…and my soul is forever yours.
I felt a chilling knife come down on my body. They cut cleanly through my abdomen. I shrieked out in tears. So this was it, no one was going to save me after all. Well, this is the end. Vision blurring, I could barely make out the figure of the cloaked man above me, as he brought down the knife and pierced my chest. My vision was completely gone now, as I laid there dying. I heard the light chuckles of the men around me. But then there was a new sound. The clicking of high heels hit the stone floor repeatedly, getting closer and closer. A deep, sadistic chuckle was the last thing that reached my ears before I took my last living breath.
"Oh, well look at what we have here. So you are the one who called me. Hmm…are you not listening to me? Wake up, my beauty."
My eyes slipped open, the first thing I wondered was, why am I still alive? Then I saw my surroundings. Every single one of the men who tortured me, were now all bloody corpses.
"Ah, you are awake now. Maybe you will listen this time. You called me, correct?"
"Wh-who are you?" I stuttered hoarsely, my voice not fully healed.
I heard the clicking of heels again. I looked down and saw piercing black leather high heels, completely spotless, contrasting the blood spattered floor.
"I am whoever you want me to be. But as of right now, I am your faithful servant. You may name me as you see fit."
My mind flashed back to my dog, who I found dead in the fire, "Sebastian. You're name is now Sebastian."
The demonic man knelt down on one knee, "Sebastian Michaelis, at your service, my lord."
My eyes snapped open. I remember everything.
And that is where this is ending for now. I think 1,800 words should suffice for now. Yes, I know that isn't how the manga or anime said the meeting went, but oh well. This is fan fiction. Hope you loved it. I love you all!
Rachel: REVIEW SO THAT CIEL AND SEBASTIAN (and Maylene) CAN FINALLY GO HOME!