Warning for Ciel's potty mouth.
Sebastian sighed as his eyes wondered across the packed ballroom. Undertaker had said that he would meet the love of his life here, and so far, no one had caught his eye. Throughout the night he had been talking to various eligible women and men. Some were too in awe of being able to talk to a prince that they completely lost all their senses, while others took the opportunity to brag and try to make themselves seem above the rest. The prince had nothing against these people, but to be completely honest, he was looking for someone who didn't give a damn that he was a prince; who was humble but wasn't afraid to speak their minds. In his heart though, he knew that was selfish of him, and that he would never find a lover like that.
As Sebastian looked around the room, he felt his heart sink more and more. He absentmindedly brushed his right hand over top of his left hand, tracing the symbol imprinted on there through the fabric of his gloves. The symbol was a bright purple circle with a five pointed star inside of it. His father had been overjoyed at the news that his son was born with this marking. According to his father, the symbol was a rare thing indeed, and most people had never even heard of it. It was a mark of two people who were meant to be together. The King explained to him that when two people are meant to be together, that mark would appear on the both of them. The age of the one you are destined to be with remains unknown (it appears at birth for both parties) until they meet. This can make it difficult to find that person, but fate always seams to bring them together. Sebastian himself had searched for his other-half for years, but had all but lost hope that he would find that special person. A part of him wanted to give up and just marry someone else, but another part said to keep looking.
"It's only been an hour," Sebastian said to himself, trying to bring his spirits up. "I'm sure I'll find someone soon." With that in mind, the prince resumed his search for a bride.
As he walked though the crowded room, he spotted a boy with blond hair talking to a woman wearing the most red he had ever seen. The boy was quite beautiful and had a nice smile, so Sebastian figured it couldn't hurt to go over and talk to him. As he began his walk over to the boy, the women in red noticed him and whispered something to the blond haired teenager. Said boy whirled around to face the prince.
"Sorry to interrupt," Sebastian said.
"Oh, not at all, Your Majesty," the boy replied with a bow.
"I just wanted to thank you for coming tonight,"
"The pleasure is all mine," the boy smiled. "My name is Alois Phantomhive, by the way."
"It's nice to meet you, Alois. Would you care to tell me more about yourself?"
Sebastian regretted the question as soon as it popped out of his mouth. The blond haired boy went on a full monologue about himself and all he had accomplished. The prince was positive most of the things he was saying were completely false, but he certainly wasn't going to say it out loud. Sebastian glanced over Alois's attire and mentally grimaced at the very short shorts. He could already tell the boy held no shame in anything. Don't get him wrong, he loved booty-shorts on some people, but not when first meeting them. It made them seem less appealing somehow.
Sebastian found that he couldn't keep his attention on the boy in front of him and let his gaze wonder around the room. No one caught his eyes until his eyes landed on a girl in one of the far corners of the room. She was wearing a pink and black dress with a pink and white hat, and her long black hair was pulled up into pigtails. She had a scowl on her face like she detested being here. For some reason, Sebastian found that he couldn't keep his eyes off of the girl. He felt his heart begin to race the more he looked at her, and he felt himself being drawn to her. It felt as though someone had lassoed him and was dragging him in her direction. Completely forgetting the blond boy talking to him, Sebastian began walking, almost in a trance-like state, over to her. He vaguely heard a shout of, "Hey! Wait! Come back!", but he found that he didn't care. He was about halfway to the dark-haired girl, when another man approached the her.
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Ciel scowled as he gazed around the crowded room. Why did he even agree to go to this thing? Oh, that's right. A lunatic and three nutty servants convinced him to. He should have known not to listen to them. On top of being in a hot, noisy, crowded room, he was also in a dress. And that dress was not an easy task to get into; especially the corset. He could still feel the pain of getting his organs squeezed till it felt like they were going to pop out of his body. Not to mention the wig was itchy as hell.
"Maybe I should just call it quits," Ciel said to himself. "Bard and Finny are waiting outside. I'll just tell them things didn't work out, and I want to go back to the manor. I have to be back before midnight anyways."
Ciel was about to leave when a man dressed in a frilly, all white suit approached him. He had blond hair and a look of elegance about him...That is until he started speaking.
"OH! Oh, my dear lady! You're beauty is bound by no other! You remind me so much of a graceful Robbin! How is it that such beauty could belong to someone so young! Oh God, you have made a great sin in making this lady so beautiful! But, I will forgive you, God! Amen."
Ciel blinked in confusion at the man before him. "Is the man for real?" Ciel wondered to himself.
"Oh, dear Robbin!" The man swooned, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist. "By you, my heart has been stolen from me! I really want to hold you tightly in my arms!"
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Ciel asked, raising his voice to a higher pitch in order to appear as a girl.
"You do not know who I am?!" the man exclaimed in an overly dramatic fashion. "I cannot forgive this!"
"Okay..." Ciel said slowly, trying to move himself away from the man.
"But, for you, I shall forgive!" he said, pulling Ciel back to himself. "My name is Viscount of Druitt, my lovely Robin!"
"Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Viscount, but I have to be leaving now," Ciel said through gritted teeth.
"No! You must stay with me, Robin! We must dance together!" Druitt leaned down and whispered into the boy's ear. "Then we can go have a little fun together." Ciel shuddered in disgust as the man trailed his hands down his side to his skirt.
"If I don't get away from this man soon, I'm going to end up killing him!" Ciel screamed to himself.
As if someone knew his despair, a man with raven black hair and blood-red eyes walked up to the two.
"Now now, Viscount of Druitt, you are scarring the poor girl," Sebastian scolded.
"Your Majesty!"Druitt exclaimed. "I see this Robbin's beauty has been noticed by someone else! No! This cannot be! This Robbin is mine to admire!" He pulled Ciel closer to himself, who in turn, struggled even harder to break free.
"Viscount, I would like to talk to this girl, so please remove your person from her," Sebastian commanded.
No! I shall never..." The Viscount stopped talking when a sharp glare was sent his way. Sebastian's eyes seemed to almost glow a brighter red. He took a step back and let go of Ciel. "I shall never forget you my dear Robbin!" Druitt grabbed Ciel's hand and gave it a kiss before walking off in a huff.
Ciel let out a sigh of relief as the man walked away. "I'm glad that's over with," he breathed. Ciel turned to walk away when a hand grabbed his wrist. Ciel turned and scowled at the prince. He wrenched his hand away and hissed, "Don't touch me".
"What? Don't I even get a 'thanks' for saving you?" Sebastian chuckled.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Ciel replied sarcastically, curtsying slightly in a mock gesture. If Ciel wasn't in a bad mood before, he certainly was now. That Undertaker fellow had promised him that he would meet someone who would change his life. Well, Druitt certainly change his life in the fact that he was probably scarred for life. All Ciel wanted to do was get home and fall into a coma.
Sebastian feigned a hurt look. "Oh, is that anyway to address a Prince?"
"I don't care if you're the fucking prince of the whole world!" Ciel exclaimed. "All I know is, I want to get out of here."
Sebastian grasped the boys wrist once again and bent down so that he was starring him right in his visible eye. "You know, you can get yourself in a lot of trouble talking to me like that," he whispered in a low voice.
To be honest, Ciel really could care less if he pissed off the prince of London. With luck, he would be thrown in jail where he would be served three square meals a day, wouldn't get beaten, mocked, or just plain abused. Prison sounded like heaven compared to where he was living now. "Like I give a damn," Ciel growled.
To Ciel's surprise, a wide grin spread across the princes face and he started laughing. This just served to anger Ciel even more. He tried to yank his hand out of the others grasp, but Sebastian just tightened his hold. "You are quite an interesting girl," Sebastian grinned. "May I have the honor of a dance?"
Ciel's surprise grew and a look of confusion made it's way onto his face. "I-well, I can't dance!" he blurted out before he could stop himself. Ciel mentally face-palmed at his words.
"Don't worry, just follow my lead." With that, Sebastian lead Ciel out onto the dance floor.
"H-hey, wait a second!" Ciel stammered, trying to keep his balance as he was dragged onto the floor.
Sebastian stopped, turned, and took both of Ciel's hands into his. "Just one dance couldn't hurt, right?"
"I guess not..." Ciel mumbled after moment.
"Then let us proceed." Sebastian placed a hand on Ciel's hips and started moving his body back and forth. After a bit, he began to move his feet. Ciel stumbled forward into Sebastian's chest from the sudden movement. He felt his cheeks beginning to heat up, so he quickly pulled back and turned his head away to hide his reddening cheeks. He tried his best to move as gracefully as possible, but he ended up stepping on Sebastian's feet.
"I told you I can't dance," Ciel muttered.
"Don't worry, you're doing fine," Sebastian smiled.
Ciel felt himself begin to blush again, and quickly turned away. "Why am I acting like a school girl with a crush?"Ciel wondered to himself. "Why am I feeling like this? He's just another guy...and a stuck up prince at that..."
After the song was over, Sebastian took Ciel's hand and began leading him out the back door. "Where are we going?" Ciel asked.
"To the garden," Sebastian stated. "I thought you might like to see the beauty of the castle garden."
"I really should be going." Ciel tried to pull his hand away, but as before his hand was securely in the prince's grip. He huffed in disdain.
"Oh come now, My Lady. It's just a quick tour around the garden. It's a wondrous sight that you may never be able to experience again."
"Fine," Ciel sighed. "Just make it quick.
The two exited the ballroom, followed by a bunch of jealous glares from girls and boys who watched the prince walk off with another girl.
"Well, here we are," Sebastian announced.
Ciel's jaw dropped at the sight. The garden was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. Thousands of flowers of all kinds were planted around a spiraling stone walkway. All of the flowers were planted in such a way that their colors seemed to blend together and made it seem as though it was shimmering and moving with the moonlight. The pathway itself was made of the finest stones. The moonlight reflected off them and made the stones seem to glow. When Ciel looked down, he could see his reflection in the gloss of the stone. Several smaller paths branched out from the main path that lead to other parts of the garden. While in the center of the spiral path, rested a marble fountain. Crystal clear water flowed from the top of the fountain. Candles floated in the water, giving it a eerie, but beautiful look. Ciel vaguely wondered how the candles managed to stay lit, but pushed it to the back of his mind.
Ciel walked, almost as if in a trance around the garden. He ended up finding his way to a bush that had white roses on it. White roses had always been his favorite type of flower. So innocent and pure looking, but if you weren't careful, you could end up with a thorn in your hand. He gently reached his hand out and touched the petals of one of the roses, smiling slightly.
"Mommy, Mommy! Look what I found!" young Ciel called, pointing to a bush with white flowers on it.
"Do you know what kind of flowers those are?" Rachel asked, smiling down at her little boy. Ciel shook his head. "These are white roses."
"I thought roses were red," Ciel said in confusion.
"There are many types of roses, and they all have a different meanings. The white rose symbolizes purity and innocence." Rachel knelt down and plucked a rose off the bush, handing it to Ciel. "Just like you, my baby boy."
Ciel smiled a big toothy grin and clutched the rose tightly to his chest. "I'm going to keep this flower forever!" Ciel then reached out and carefully pulled another rose off. He then reached out and placed the flower into his mother's hair. "Now we both have one!"
"Indeed we do," Rachel smiled, ruffling Ciel's hair. "Why don't we preserve these flowers in a scrapbook so we can have them forever? These will be our special flowers."
Ciel reached out and wrapped his tiny arms around his mother's neck, giving her a tight hug. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too, my precious boy."
Ever since that day, white roses had become their flower. Ciel would pick his mother white roses for every occasion, and Rachel loved every single one of them.
Ciel's eyes prickled with tears at the memory, but he refused to shed them. So instead, he walked over to the fountain and glanced at the rippling water. "You're right," Ciel sighed. "It is beautiful here."
Sebastian walked over to his side. "I'm glad you like it," he smiled. "It's been my family's pride and joy for generations."
"I can tell," Ciel responded. He then continued to walk around the garden; Sebastian following close behind.
"May I ask you something?" Sebastian asked.
"Depends on the question."
"Well, when I first saw you, you looked like you loathed being at the ball. If you hate being here, why did you come?"
Ciel scowled and turned his face away. "I was tricked into coming," he grumbled.
"How so?"
"Some crazy bastard told me I would meet someone who would change my life."
"And did you?"
"Well, I know I won't be able to sleep without nightmares thanks to that Druitt guy." The prince chuckled and hummed in agreement. "Alright, now it's my turn to ask a question."
"Fire away," Sebastian grinned.
"Out of all the people here, why did you ask me to dance?"
"To be honest, I don't really know why. I just felt drawn to you..." Sebastian paused before continuing. "Also you were the only one that didn't care that I was a prince."
Ciel stopped in his tracks and turned to face the prince with a heated glare. "Oh, so you just thought you would attempt to make the one person not interested in you, fall for you!" he snapped, crossing his arms. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?"
"No wait, that's not what I meant!" Sebastian said hastily.
"Then what did you mean?" Ciel shot back. "Cause from what I can tell, your just a stuck up, spoiled prince, who couldn't stand that someone didn't immediately fall head over heels for him!"
Sebastian grabbed Ciel's shoulders and bent down so he was face to face with him. "Listen here," he whispered lowly. "I said that I was glad that you didn't care I was a prince. That is because I have grown tiered of people only caring that I am royalty." He pulled back, still keeping his hands on Ciel's shoulders, and sighed softly. "I wanted to find someone who likes me for me, and not for my status."
Ciel was at a lost for words. He felt like he should say something comforting to the prince, but his time living with Madam Red robbed him the ability to produce words of comfort that wasn't sarcastic (or at lest he thought so). So instead, he took a step back and rubbed his arm in a nervous fashion. "Tch, what's with you and grabbing me all the time?"
The prince laughed. "Well, if you would stop running off all the time, I wouldn't have to." Before Ciel could retort, Sebastian walked around behind the boy and placed his arms around the boy's waist. "I believe it's my turn to ask a question." the prince whispered into Ciel's ear.
Still shocked at the sudden change of positions, the stunned boy let out a quick, "okay," before he could stop himself.
"Do I get the honor of knowing your name?"
Ciel scoffed. "I don't think so."
"Mh, then I guess I could just call you Robin. Would you like that?"
"Don't you dare!" Ciel hissed, shuddering at the thought. He refused to be called Robin after what that creep had done. So, Ciel figured he had no choice; he had to tell the prince something. After a brief pause, the blue haired boy let out a huff. "It's Cieeelllllaaaaa..." Ciel mentally face-palmed at his slip up and muttered to himself,"real smooth, Phantomhive."
"Cieeelllllaaaaa?" Sebastian chuckled.
"Uh, no, just Cielella," he said with a forced laugh.
"Cielella," Sebastian purred into the boys ear. "I think that is a wonderful name." Ciel blushed and turned his head away. This, however, only succeeded in making room for Sebastian to bury his head into the crook of his neck.
"You know, I had a wonderful time with you tonight," Sebastian said into Ciel's neck. "I would love to spend another day with you."
"I don't think that's possible," the boy responded.
"Why ever not?"
"I just-" Ciel was cut off as the giant clock on the outskirts of the garden chimed, signaling midnight was upon them. "Shit! I have to go!"
Ciel tore himself free from the prince's grasp and ran for the door. He ignored the shouts of the love struck prince chasing after him. Ciel bolted though the ballroom door and made a bee-line for the exit. He weaved in and out of the crowd, all the while tripping on the dress and himself.
Once Ciel got outside, he looks around frantically for the two servants that accompanied him. When he spotted the two men, he jetted over to their side. Finnian and Bard were standing by the carriage talking about who knows what.
"Open up the carriage!" Ciel shouted. "We need to go!"
Bard hopped up to the drivers seat and grabbed the reigns, while Finny yanked open the door. Ciel stumbled into the horse drawn vehicle and slammed the door shut. Once he was inside Finny jumped up beside Bard and they bolted out of there, leaving the castle and all it's wonders behind.
To say Ciel was freaking out would be an understatement. Madam Red had said that if things didn't go well with the prince that they would be back by midnight. Well, they certainly did not have any luck with the prince since he was with the prince all night. "I can only hope that they are not back yet," Ciel said to himself. "Then again, when have I ever been that lucky..."
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"Oh, where is the Young Master!? He should have been back by now! Yes, he should have!" Mey-Rin said to herself. The maid was pacing back and forth in living room, glancing up at the grandfather clock every few seconds. After the boys had left, Mey-Rin had taken care of all of Ciel's left over chores. She did her best to make sure it looked as though the blue haired boy had done it himself, but being her clumsy self she had messed up a few things. The Maid could only hope that Madam Red did not notice.
Mey-Rin's pacing was brought to a halt when she heard hoof-beats outside the back door. She stumbled over to the back door and flung it open. Mey-Rin was finally able to breath a sigh of relief when she caught sight of Bard and Finny. She watched as the carriage door was flung open and the cross-dressing boy stumbled out.
"You must get inside now, Young Master!" Mey-Rin exclaimed, frantically flailing her arms around. "Madam Red will be back any second!"
Not having to be told twice, Ciel ran for the open door but stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a second pair of hoof-beats coming from the front of the house. "No time!" he panted. "Bard, grab that ladder and place it by my window! Mey-Rin, I need you to distract Madam Red and Alois! Finny, go put away the horses and carriage!"
"Yes Young Master!" The three servants shouted, running off to complete their tasks.
Mey-Rin ran inside and over to the front door, getting there just in time great the two nobles. "Welcome home, Mistress. May I take your coats from you?" At a nod from Madam Red, Mey-Rin took of the Madam's coat, making sure to take longer than usual.
"Hurry up!" Madam Red snapped. The whole night had been a disaster and now she was in a fouler mood than normal. "And where's Ciel? He should be taking my coat!"
"C-ciel is...sleeping, Mistress," Mey-Rin stammered. "He finished all of his chores and decided to get some rest."
"Well, he's going to have to get up. He has more stuff to do now that we're home."
"I-I wouldn't do that!"
"Why not? Is he sick or something?" Alois scoffed.
"Yes! I mean, he wasn't feeling well when he went to bed. He probably needs his sleep."
"I don't care if he is sick or not. Ciel needs to do his chores," Madam Red huffed while heading towards the stairs.
"But-"
"That's final!"
The red-haired maid could only watch in distress as two made their way to Ciel's room.
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Ciel glanced nervously up the tall ladder that lead to his window; wondering how in the world he was going to climb it in a dress. Knowing he had little time to spare, he took a deep breath and began his climb. Meanwhile, Bard held onto the ladder to steady it and to be there to catch the Young Master if he were to fall.
Somehow, Ciel managed to make it to the top. He pushed open the window and practically fell into the room. He immediately stripped off the dress, wig, and shoes, flinging it into a secret compartment at the bottom of his closet. Next he worked on getting the corset off. After struggling with it for a minuet, he grabbed a pair of scissors he used when sewing things, and cut the ribbon off. The threw the corset with the rest of the clothing and slammed the wardrobe shut, not realizing that a little part of his dress was sticking out of the compartment. His heart sped up as he heard footsteps climbing the stairway. He quickly threw on his nightshirt and eye-patch, then jumped into bed, and not a second too soon. As soon as he crawled under the covers and closed his eyes, the door to his room opened.
"Ciel! Get up you lazy bone!" Madam Red yelled. "Meet me in Alois's room!"
Ciel sat up, faked a yawn, and rubbed his eyes. "Yes Madam Red." Once the door was shut, Ciel let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe he actually pulled it off.
After kicking his blanket off himself, Ciel made his way to Alois's room. Once there, he was instructed by Madam Red to get her son ready for bed.
"So, how was the ball?" Ciel asked, pulling off Alois's coat and setting it to the side.
"Awful!" Alois pouted. "I was talking to the prince, when some ugly girl showed up and stole him away from me!"
"Oh, well that's too bad," Ciel said with fake sympathy.
"I was so close, Ciel! I could have become royalty!"
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be." Ciel winced as a shoe was thrown at the back of his head.
"Shut up and get back to work!"
"Yes, your highness."
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After Ciel was done getting his step brother ready for bed, he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, where he was greeted by three curious and eager servants. Ciel ignored them for a moment as he got himself a glass of water. The three servants were dying to know what happened at the ball, and finally it was to much for poor Finnian. "What happened at the ball, young master?!" Finny blurted out. "Did you have a good time?"
Ciel paused and took a sip of his water before answering. "It was...nice." A small smile made his way onto his face as he walked out of the kitchen and back to his room. The boy plopped onto his bed and let out a hefty sigh. Although he didn't want to admit it, he did have a good time at the ball (excluding the Viscount insentient). "I didn't have to do any chores, plus dancing with the prince was pretty fun...Wait, what am I thinking!?" Ciel slammed his head into the pillows below him. "Sebastian is a guy! I couldn't have had fun dancing with him...in his big strong arms...Gah! Stop it Ciel!" Ciel buried his head into his pillow and groaned. "It doesn't matter anyways... He thought I was girl...Plus, Sebastian would never like me for me. He's a prince, and I'm stuck as-as a servant...I need to just forget this whole night ever happened..."
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"Father, I have to find her!" Sebastian cried. After 'Cielella' had run off, Sebastian had tried to chase after 'her', but ended up loosing her in the crowded ballroom. The main reason was that once he entered the room, just about everyone swarmed him. By the time he managed to get outside, his mysterious maiden was long gone. "Cielella is the most amazing person I have ever met. She is beautiful, funny, has a fantastic personality, and is just everything I ever wanted in a mate!" The King chuckled as he watched his son go on and on about the person he had met. It reminded him of when Sebastian was little. The excitement in his eyes, the smile on his face, and the joy in his voice was something the King had not seen on his son in many years. "Though, I think she might have been a he."
That caught the King off guard and started laughing. "Why do you say that?" he asked?
"Oh, just a hunch," Sebastian winked. The prince had begun to suspect Cielella was a boy only after a few minuets of talking with her. Along with the fact that Cielella had no clue how to dance (which was a required skill for all maidens in London, even the servants) the slip up with the name caused Sebastian's suspicions to be heightened. Boy or girl though, Sebastian was determined to find this person, and make Cielella his.
"If you really want to find this person, go and look for her or him." The King said. "I will send out a proclamation that you will be going from house to house looking for the person you met. Go tomorrow morning and search all the houses, shops, anywhere you can think of to find this Cielella.
A gigantic smile appeared on Sebastian's face and he threw his arms around his father. "Thank you, Father!"
"Go get some rest my son," The Kind smiled. "Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you."
"Alright. Goodnight Father."
"Goodnight son. I wish you the best of luck tomorrow."
Sebastian grinned and headed out the door.
"I will find you, Cielella. No matter what it takes, you will be mine..."
I'm back! -get's pelted by tomatoes-
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been busy with school and I've really gotten into crocheting dolls lately. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! I usually don't use so much cursing in a chapter, but I figured Ciel would have a bit of a potty mouth when he is angry. If any of the language offended you, then the back button is free for you to press.
Now you see how the mark on Ciel's eye comes into play. :D
I suck at writing Druitt! D8 He is so hard to write! Oh, and I suck at descriptions of places. Never been my forte.
I don't own Kuroshitsuji!
Thanks for reading!