Claude is running to find Sebastian who mysteriously has a head ache, only to see a heart wrenching scene, Sebastian is unconscious on the pavement. Alex is busy with Steve, the photographer, shooting the advertisement when a friend of hers arrives named Haru.

What is wrong with Sebastian?

What happened to Claude in the past to make him so scared about loosing Sebastian?

Who is Haru and why is he in England?

I hope you enjoy,

~Kuro

P.s. There is some violence involving Claude and yes there is a slight description of rape as well as suicide.

I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

PLEASE NOTE: THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER WHICH HAD BEEN POSTED WAS THE WRONG VERSION! THIS CHAPTER HAS ALL THE CORRECTIONS! I apologize for the inconvenience.

Chapter 41: Rain

Claude pulled drove down the street and looked at the side walk in search of Sebastian. His sharp golden eyes narrowed as he continued to look for his slender lover. His Carbon black Austin Martin slowed to a crawl when he came up on the new location for Eros; there was a crowd of people standing outside. He pulled over and quickly parked the car, "What?" he asked with a hint of suspicion, his eyes narrowed slightly. He pulled the keys from the ignition and hear, "Wow he's handsome do you think he's a model?" asked a woman and Claude closed the door behind him. His shoes clicked against the pavement when he heard a woman shout, "Oh my god, he's not moving!" His usually emotionless face twisted into an expression of horror as he sprinted to the crowd. The people were knit tightly together and Claude actually struggled to break through the barrier they had created. Claude's eyes widened with shock as he stared in terror at the sight before him. Sebastian was laying on his chest unconscious on the pavement, his black hair was slightly dirty and his pristine suite was now filled with wrinkles. Sebastian was ghastly pale and his brow was covered with sweat. He pushed through and said, "Excuse, let me through," as loudly as he could. There was still a great deal of commotion until he had finally managed to pushed through, "Hey watch it!" shouted one of the women as she turned around to look at him, she was about to shout something else at him when she fell silent. Her brown eyes widened with shock as she whispered, "Oh my," her finger tips floated to cover her mouth and she blushed profusely.

Claude ignored her and knelt at his lover's side, he placed a hand on Sebastian's forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. "Wake up," said Claude in a panic as he gently shook Sebastian. The crowd was a buzz with whispers, "Is he a model too, he certainly has a presence." Claude grit his teeth and slipped off his glasses and slipped them in his Brest pocket, it was cold and what Sebastian had been doing outside without a proper coat was beyond his comprehension. There was surge chatter as Claude removed his camel hair coat, he knelt again and slowly turned Sebastian over. Nothing mattered as he gently wrapped his fingers around Sebastian's limbs and wrapped them into the camelhair coat. With the delicacy of the spider Claude continued to tuck and wrap him in, the cold air nipped at his face as a gust of wind came through. He was trapped in a sea of eager eyes and flashes of cameras. Yet it was as though he was alone with Sebastian, his harsh gaze softened as he gently lifted smaller demon off the pavement. Sebastian's chest lifted slowly after a moment and Claude brushed his lips against Sebastian's forehead. "So troublesome," he whispered as he cradled Sebastian in his arms. The crowd was even louder and people continued taking pictures as Claude walked through and made his way to the car. He was about to attempt opening the door when he noticed slender chocolate brown fingers wrap around the door handle. Claude looked over at her and she blushed as she opened the door for him. Claude's lips curved into a small smile of appreciation as he placed Sebastian in the passenger seat. He pulled the seat belt over Sebastian and secured it before looking at the woman. Her dark chocolate skin showed a light blush and he said, "Thank you." She simply nodded and walked away; he smiled and muttered, "I guess that's one way to apologize."

Alex sighed; she was in the middle of shooting the images for the love knot when her cell phone went off. The photographer looked at her and asked, "The Office?" Alex reached into her leather jacket and smiled, she hadn't seen the number in a long time, "No a friend." The photographer stared at her as she smiled before she typed a quick response. "Friend huh?" said the photographer a cheap grin was plastered on his face and he rubbed his chin, "He's cute isn't he?" he asked. Alex looked at the red haired photographer, his hair pointed in every direction and he snickered, "Steve, it's not what you think," said Alex bluntly. He was still smirking and asked, "Oh?" Alex pulled her phone out of her pocket and asked, "Want me to prove it?" Steve looked at her curiously, his brown eyes flickered and he responded, "Okay then, show me." Alex nodded as she typed a quick message to the one who messaged her. "He's in the lobby," she said and the photographer called the front desk. In moments the doors opened and Steve turned to find a pale Japanese man walking in. His hair was pointed in every direction and his eyes were an unbelievable grass green. "Yo," he said happily as he waved, he was unusually tall in fact he was around 193 cm, roughly 6'3", and had a deep voice. "Haru, how've you been?" asked Alex as she turned to him, "Good, I was in the area." Alex nodded and noticed the massive cups on the headphones around his head, a pair of blue sunglasses sat on the top of his head and he wore a vest with a short sleeve white shirt. "Hm what are you doing this far from Tokyo?" asked Alex. Haru grinned and held a memory stick between his fingers. Immediately Alex knew what it was, her blue eyes lit up and she asked, "Is that the master?" Haru nodded and looked at Steve, "Who's this?" he asked. Steve was suspicious and replied, "I'm Steve, I was asked to shoot this advertisement, and we're almost done."

Haru looked at him curiously; he scratched the back of his head and asked, "This was a bad time huh?" Steve glared and Alex sighed, she looked at the pair it was as if she could see the lightning between them. "Cats and dogs," she groaned. Haru sighed and said, "I know when I'm not wanted," his voice was tense and Alex grabbed his arm before he could turn and leave. "Stick around you could be some help," she said and Steve's mouth fell open. "How the hell could this help?" he asked as he gestured to Haru's sneakers, he was wearing a pair of skater's gloves and Alex noticed the rips in his jeans. "Haru, just take a seat," she said after a moment. Haru shrugged and took a seat on the stool in the corner, he watched as Alex pointed out how the light was hitting the knot and he smiled. "You haven't changed, even when something's in front of you, you can't see it," he whispered. Alex pointed at the models and Steve seemed to listen to every one of her directions. Haru smiled and shook his head, it was as though history was repeating it's self.

Claude slowly carried Sebastian into the house, his body stung from how cold it was however that wasn't his concern. Sebastian had been injured many times before however this wasn't natural, demons didn't fall ill and they never had head aches. Claude's unruly black hair swayed as he carried Sebastian up the stairs. This was the one of many times he had carried Sebastian, usually he used it as a way to playfully transition between the bed and where they had been cuddling. However now it too on a whole new meaning, Claude rounded the corner and entered the bedroom. In moments Claude had stripped Sebastian of his suite and slipped him into a pair of pajamas. The pants were slightly loose however they would keep Sebastian warm. Claude's golden eyes narrowed with concern as his fingers brushed against Sebastian's skin, it was hot in fact too hot. His body had flushed and he was covered in sweat, which upset Claude even more. That wasn't the worst of it though, Sebastian's garnet eyes hadn't opened; they were closed. He slowly took a seat on the edge of the bed after he had pulled a comforter and a blanket over Sebastian. Claude slowly slipped his fingers under Sebastian's bangs and placed one of his large hands on Sebastian's forehead, in an attempt to sooth. He clenched his fist in frustration and bit his lower lip unconsciously. "Why must you make a wreck of me?" asked Claude after a moment. His composure had been unraveled just like his web had been the day they met, "You always make me worry so much that I can't function."

Claude was about to say something when he felt a slight chill and he slowly rose from the edge of the bed. It was too cold for Sebastian to be alone in bed; Claude had called in to cancel the rest of his day and slowly grabbed his files from his bag. He placed the folders on the bed and noticed Sterling's emerald green one and he sighed, his work load had dwindled after solving several contract issues before however this was a whole new game. Sterling had made two contracts the first put Claude on retainer as Intrigue's attorney however there was a second contract made which put Claude on the retainer of Arnold Sterling personally. At the time Sterling stated that he had Claude on the two different retainers because it was a hassle to bill the company for legal advisement in his personal life. Sterling was devoiced, he had two daughters and a son which were determined that they would stay with their father. Unfortunately Claude had been on the opposing team working as Sterling's wife's lawyer. Claude sighed he remembered how shocked he had been to receive a phone call from the illustrious Arnold Sterling whom he had just crushed in court. It turned out that Sterling liked Claude's aggression and since his wife had taken Claude off retainer there was nothing preventing him from doing so. At the time it seemed like the right thing, however Claude had no idea that what seemed like an simple decision would inevitably be his down fall.

There was a faint tap on the window and Claude sighed, it was raining, why was it that when ever something had gone with Sebastian it was raining. Their bedroom had a massive fire place which Claude only used in the winter, however today was going to be an exception, it was freezing in the room, which wasn't good for his lover with a fever. He snapped his fingers and a dull orange glow filled the room, it would take a bit to reach the bed however it was better than nothing. The rain began falling harder as Claude stripped down to his boxers and slipped into loungers, his mind was teeming with memories of the past. Memories of sweetness of kisses, and the bitterness of betrayal, things which made Claude and Sebastian a pair for all eternity. The bed creaked as Claude got in; he leaned against the head board and wrapped an arm around Sebastian to pull him closer to his chest. He was about to look over documents when he looked over at the window, "Rain," he whispered, "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't ran after you." Claude placed the files on the night stand and looked down at his sleeping lover. His mind was centuries away, back to the first day they had ever met; the day he realized he wasn't as empty as he thought.

It was cold and damp as the rain seemed to fall endlessly, the ground was soaked and Claude could feel the water slosh in his shoes. Once again he had been ditched, "It's a mystery to me why I keep trying to find happiness," he muttered. The left side of his face stung and felt hot as the swelling continued. His arm had turned black and blue and his clothing was in tatters. His leg hurt badly and his ribs felt no better, "Shit I think that basterd broke them," he growled. His right hand gripped his aching left side and he continued to drag himself through the rain, blood streamed down the side of his face and he muttered, "I truly must be unwanted." He sighed as he noticed a tree outside of a massive iron gate, he had no idea where he was nor did he care. Mud covered his shoes as he managed to get under the tree. It didn't make a difference but at least he could rest. The rain fell even harder and Claude began feeling even colder, he gazed at the ground and remembered the knife in his pocket. He slowly pulled it out and looked at the glistening silver blade; he didn't use it during the fight. Unfortunately his attackers had gained the upper hand by slamming him to the ground and kicking him furiously. He winced at the memory of their steal tipped shoes making contact with his chest, and head. He could remember their sneering faces and their loud jeering.

He closed his eyes and shuddered, as if beating him wasn't enough, they stripped him and tied him to the wall. His wrists burned from the rope and where it had bitten his skin was clearly visible. Their words echoed in his head, "If he loved doing her so much then he won't mind if I do it to him!" shouted the woman's mate. He could remember the feeling of someone thrusting into him, it was painful and it felt as though he was going to be torn in two. He could feel the man's force and hear their laughter ringing in his ears, the pain was intolerable. Even as a child Claude had been raped, his first time was by a demon when he was 10 years old; it was traumatizing which was why he always played the top even with men. The woman's lover continued to have his way and his buddies decided that wasn't enough. The other man forced Claude to the ground and unzipped his trousers, reveling a massive throbbing length. "She probably did this for you too," said the accomplice as he shoved his length into Claude's mouth, which nearly made him gag. "Don't bite," jeered the accomplice, the man who was thrusting into Claude was even more aggressive and Claude felt his eyes sting as the large slimy member in his mouth forced its self down his throat.

Claude's eyes flickered open and he screamed, "NO!" tears rolled down his swollen cheeks, he felt like that 10 year old boy in the forest all alone. His tail bone hurt and he could still feel their lengths piercing him like swords. His fingers knit themselves into his wet hair and he tugged at it. "I just don't want to be alone," he whimpered. His body ached and he could still taste their cum in his mouth and he looked at the knife which ad fallen into his lap. He looked down at the glistening blade with a black handle; this was his salvation to end it all. "Perhaps I should just disappear," he whispered as he picked it up and rolled back his sleeve. His white skin was covered in purplish bruises. The silver blade glided across his skin with ease as he made a deep cut slicing the vein of his arm open. It hurt at first, it felt as though it had been engulfed in fire. After a while the pain began to fade and he began to feel numb, it was an empty and soothing feeling. "I will finally be free," he whispered as he started feeling light headed, he fought every cell in his body which was trying to head the damage he had done with the blade. His golden eyes closed and he slowly slipped into darkness. Only to be roused by a beautiful voice, a soft smooth lush voice which belonged to a panicking individual. "Hey hang in there!" it cried again and again. He could feel pressure on his arm which he had sliced open and he slowly opened his eyes. Kneeling in the mud in what had been a perfectly pressed designer suite was a young man with a pair of striking red eyes, a slender body and mussed raven hair which was encrusted with droplets from the rain belonged to the young demon who shouted, "What were you thinking?" His voice was just as beautiful as he was, "No matter how badly you want to disappear don't! Someone out there cares about you; don't end it just hang in there! Keep fighting!" he shouted. The demon's hands were covered in Claude's blood as he applied pressure and he repeated, "Please don't disappear!" Claude's dull yellow eyes looked at the demon and he said, "It doesn't matter, I'm not wanted, I have no value." His eye lids grew heavy and the young demon shouted, something yet Claude couldn't remember what it had been.

The next thing he knew he was laying in a soft bed bellow the stairs of the mansion he had been outside of. A massive house which belonged to none other than the most powerful demon in hell, Lucifer, with his beautiful son standing beside him named Michaelis.

There was a groan and Claude looked beside him, Sebastian's eyes fluttered open for a moment. Claude sighed with relief and squeezed Sebastian a little before placing a kiss on his forehead. Sebastian slowly asked, "What were you thinking about?" Claude was silent and looked down at Sebastian, "It must have been something, you seem like you're a million miles away," he continued. Claude closed his eyes and replied, "The past." Sebastian was quiet. "Why?" asked Sebastian after a moment, the fire crackled and Claude's golden eyes opened. They seemed to glow in the dark as he responded, "The rain." Sebastian's eyes became heavy and he mumbled, "Don't you mean pain?" Claude looked at him in confusion; once again Sebastian had managed to see through him. "Please don't torture yourself," said Sebastian softly. He placed a kiss on Claude's collar bone and whispered, "You have a habit of scaring me." Claude laughed and smiled a little, in truth Sebastian scared him more, he was always afraid that one day his raven might just fly away and leave him alone. He gently squeezed Sebastian and looked down at the smaller demon, "You're beside me and yet you're a million miles away," whispered Sebastian. Claude looked at the fire in the fire place and replied, "You'll never fly away from me again will you?" he asked. Sebastian looked at Claude inquisitively and realized what this had been about, "No I won't and you will never have a sad memory in which rain is involved again," said Sebastian before snuggling into Claude's chest. His forehead was warm and Claude whispered, "Go back to sleep." Sebastian sighed and slowly closed his eyes, and Claude watched as the smaller demons slipped into his dreams. "I'll never understand what you see in me," he muttered.