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Large, metal clamps held down fragile arms as needles pricked and pierced heated skin.
He gasped and panted harshly, whimpering loudly.
"Stay still, Ciel! You'll be strong. You'll be the best of all the other boys. Just... stay still! Hold his head down, men."
Ciel felt large, gloved hands grasp onto his small head and he frantically looked around, his dark blue orbs rolling around desperately. He couldn't see a damned thing, the bright light of the operation table beamed straight down on his paled face. He squinted, hoping that would ease the trouble, but it only made his head throb even more with pain. All of a sudden, the light started getting cut off by some circular object.
Then, the light was cut off in his right eye and pain shot through it, spreading across his body. He couldn't hear anything, not even the blood curdling sound of his screams.
Ciel... Ciel...
"Ciel! Ciel..? Wake up! WAKE UP!"
Ciel's body shot up from his bunk, screaming from the shock.
"Ah, fuck! Ciel, what the hell is wrong with you?" Alois growled and he covered his ears.
"I'm sorry! You- I just had–"
"No time for your excuses. The bell already rang, we have to be standing up front in five minutes! Get your ass up!" Alois pushed the small body off the thin mattress, Ciel tumbling onto the floor. He groaned in pain, having slept in the most uncomfortable mattress he'd ever slept in. But he didn't have time to take it slowly; he had to get going. He didn't want to get punished again – God no, he couldn't get punished again. He hurried to get on his uniform, then he pulled on his loose fitting slacks and his boots. He then put on a black eye patch over his right eye and rushed outside to stand in between Alois and Luca. He was panting heavily as he tried to regain his composure.
"Ash," a stern voice boomed in the outside air. Everyone on the line instantly stiffened at the voice. They watched as Fred Aberline walked down the row of soldiers-to-be, looking down at his roster and back up at the boys to check their availability.
"Here." Ash stood up straight, his bright purple eyes glaring at the sky as if to curse God. A perfect salute, as always. He was the most favored one.
As Aberline continued role call, Ciel continued to try and fix his uniform. His shirt was untucked and his pants were not yet stuffed in his boots. He bent down on one knee and quickly tucked in his slacks, then did the same for the other. When he stood up, he saw a ticked off Aberline eyeing him from above his clipboard.
"Unprepared again, Phantomhive?" Aberline's eyes narrowed as Ciel stiffened at the harsh tone.
"I... I didn't hear the bell." Ciel stared down at his feet, cursing at himself for not tying the shoe laces on his left boot.
"Of course you didn't," Aberline hissed right before slamming his roster down on the dark blue-haired boy's head, knocking him to the dusty ground. "You'd do best to be more attentive. What kind of soldier would you be if you couldn't sense an attack coming even in your sleep?"
Ciel whimpered silently as he tried getting up, but his body was so weak. He was usually never as strong as anyone else in the camp, especially after being denied dinner last night as a punishment for slipping in the mud in the practice trenches. The boy was trampled by everyone who was behind him. When Soma found him later on after everyone had headed back to shower, Ciel was almost completely buried in the dirt.
When he was finally at his feet, Aberline sneered and turned to finish role call. Alois didn't turn his head to Ciel, but his eyes darted annoyingly towards the younger male.
"You need to pay more attention! You don't wanna get in more trouble, do you? Honestly, sometimes you're totally hopeless." Ciel frowned at the blonde and stared down. He was not hopeless. He was just hated. No one took him seriously. Everyone thought he was just some annoying weakling. Even Luca seemed more capable of the training that he did. Ciel just scoffed to himself and brushed his rueful thoughts out of his head. He needs to focus. Today was supposed to be a special day.
Rumor says that Director Tanaka resigned from his position, and a new guy was coming in to take his place. Truthfully, Ciel believed that Faustus would've taken his place, but when he made the dumb mistake of mentioning it to Luca and Alois in front of the tall, yellow-eyed male, Claude had him put in solitary confinement for three days for "talking out of turn". God, Ciel loathed that man. But Alois thought the guy was dreamy. Ciel remembered when they were in their bunker – Ciel, Luca, Alois, and Dagger shared one bunker – he'd heard Alois getting off to his sick fascinations of Claude.
But still. It was just a rumor. The only ones besides the trainers and officers and members of the board who actually know what went on in the camp were Lau, Soma, and Ash. And they never talked to any of them, or as they liked to call them "degenerates". They just felt as though they were better being as they got special privileges.
After role call, everyone scattered to see what their classes were for the day. Everyone but Ciel moved, the small teen stood still, recalling on his dream last night – his dream of his memory. And a dark memory it was. The pain, the horrifying pain. The scarring fear froze the boy; he couldn't even hear Luca shouting his name.
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"Sebastian, you seem nervous. What, the water's too cold for you?" Undertaker giggled as he poured some wine in a glass in the little shelf of Sebastian's limo as they were headed to Sebastian's new job. He was quite the heavy drinker, but he never failed to stick with the simpler, fancier beverages whenever he was around Sebastian, not that the taller, but younger male didn't like a swig or two of a bottle of beer every once in a while.
"Yes, Undertaker. In fact, I am nervous. What I supposed to do? What am I to expect? You know I've never had a job outside father's company. Now all of a sudden I'm being promoted to director of a training... boot camp sort of place." Sebastian frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked out the window to quickly check that the other vehicle with Tanaka, Eric, and Claude was still steadily behind them.
"You've nothing to fear, my dear. You're very talented and you're smart. You can figure this out. I'm gonna be right by your side the whole way," Undertaker cooed, reassuring the young man as he patted his knee with a gloved hand. "And besides, you're super demanding, I'm sure they will listen to you once you're settled in. Am I correct, Grell?" Undertaker turned his silver head towards the frowning, red headed butler who sat across from him with his arms crossed sourly across his chest. He shrugged, refusing to speak within hearing distance of anyone as crazy or as comfortable around Sebastian as Undertaker, even if the man was his elder brother.
But that changed real quick once Grell looked out the window and saw the large gates that led to the camp.
"Oh, my God, we're finally here! We're–" Grell was cut off by the disgusting shock he felt when saw how depressing the inside of the camp looked to him. There was grass everywhere, but where there wasn't grass, there was dusty sand and cement sidewalks. Most of the buildings were small bunkers where the campers slept in and spent their free time in. The offices and rooms where the academics were held were wide and made of cement bricks. "What the hell?" Grell shouted as he started to pout in utter disappointment. "This looks like a freaking concentration camp! Sebaaaastian! We're not staying here, are we?" Grell turned back to said man who appeared to be asleep as his head was bowed down and bounced slightly as the wheels of the limo trekked over small sandy speed bumps. Grell then remembered that they weren't alone as he heard the amused chuckles coming from Undertaker. Grell immediately sat up straight but with his eyes on the floor of the car.
"You really are amusing, Grell," Undertaker stated playfully, his hidden green eyes laying on Grell with interest. "Here, Sebastian. Drink some." Undertaker then handed Sebastian the half filled glass on wine, and the younger man took it eagerly.
Although the words were flattering to the slightly flushed butler, he continued to avert his eyes and ignore the supposed pest.
All of a sudden the door was opened, and all three men immediately looked up, shocked at the surprise limo driver. They hadn't even realized that both limos had stopped. Grell shrunk back. He was closest to the door, but out of sheer rest to Sebastian and Sebastian alone, he waited for the younger male and the older male to exit first. When Sebastian stepped out, he stretched slightly from the two hour drive and straightened out his suit. He wore a black suit and black slacks with a red dress shirt and black tie.
When Undertaker stepped out, he was in his robe, though now it was a more grey robe, and underneath, he wore a skin tight, black leather turtleneck with long sleeves and black leather pants with black shoes, and like before, gloves. On his head was a black hat that hugged his small head. Grell, to his constant dismay, wore his usual butler outfit, though he did sneak a few... unprofessional pieces of clothing with him.
Tanaka hopped out of his limo, followed by Eric then by Claude who, as creepy as ever, scanned the entire camp until his yellow orbs finally lay on Sebastian. Within seconds, he felt as though he were on fire. It wasn't an unpleasant nor an unwelcome feeling, though it was unexpected.
"Oh no," Tanaka tsked as he strolled along to his unrelated heir. "This place is a huge mess. Can't I leave this place to find a replacement for a few days and come back to a well kept campground? Is that too much to ask?" He sighed and looked tired. "I can't be bothered with this. I'm too old. Claude, please see to it that everyone gets this place fixed. You, Sebastian Michaelis," Tanaka looked up at Sebastian who in turn, looked down at him, "Come with me. A-and you can bring your little friends as well."
Tanaka turned and headed for the main building, his tiny body travelling along mountains of dusty dirt that shouldn't be there.
..
After a quick meeting with Tanaka, Sebastian, along with Undertaker and Grell, knew their positions and jobs extremely well. Though Grell's job wasn't much different to that of when he was in the mansion, Undertaker became in charge of Grell. He was to tell the younger butler what he was supposed to do, where he was to do it, and how it should get done. He would have been put up for being Sebastian's assistant, but that was Claude's job, which crept Sebastian out to no end.
Now, Tanaka said that he'd called all the staff and all the boys out to the center of the camp so Sebastian can be properly introduced and so that everyone could know who was now in charge – next to Tanaka, of course; no one could get higher up than he in that camp.
When they arrived at the center of the camp, all the boys were lined up, seemingly by height, but not entirely. Maybe alphabetically.
When they stopped walking, Grell was a panting mess. It was as if he'd never walked countless amounts of times back at the mansion. Tanaka was next to Sebastian followed by Undertaker and by Grell, who'd composed himself rather quickly. Then something happened that Sebastian didn't quite understand. Tanaka exploded. But not literally "exploded" as in his entrails would be splattered all over the place – not that the space would be much considering his small size. Tanaka technically grew. His legs stretched out until they were as long as Sebastian's, if not longer. His arms and torso elongated to even out the mixture. His head was no longer small, round, and cherubic. It grew structure and his mustache shrunk slightly.
The spectacles that usually lay sweetly on his face fell and hung from behind his ear. Tanaka now looked much stronger than he was before. He scowled dangerously and stood up tall, towering everyone, but only a little taller than the new, nineteen-year-old director. He stepped forward, he and Claude blocking the three newcomers from the view of the rest of the camp.
"Okay, boys," Tanaka's voice boomed. All the boys shrunk in slight fear, even some of the staff cringed. "As some of you may have been told and some thought, I am resigning from my position as director." There were many whispers and murmurs going on between the boys, which riled up Tanaka. "Am I finished? Now, this does not mean I won't be in charge. This just means I am no longer in the position where everyone reports to. That will now be this young man. His name is Sebastian Michaelis."
Sebastian moved from behind the taller, grey haired male and smiled sternly at the boys. His eyes ran down the row to mentally memorize each face. Everyone looked quite intrigued. In the middle of the line, a small male with a deep blue eye and an eyepatch seemed to stick out. Sebastian couldn't figure out why, but he guessed it was the eye patch that covered his right eye. He was slightly shocked when the boy looked him up and down slowly, as if to take in his every detail. Then the boy looked back down at the dirt. He had a barely visible blush on his cheeks, his lips twitching into a smirk. For some reason, that ticked Sebastian off.
He then realized that everyone was waiting for him to introduce himself. He cleared his throat. "I'm Sebastian. I'm looking forward to working with you all." He didn't know what to do, this was a different kind of job. And besides, the boys just stared at him. Sebastian pursed his lips and stepped back as Tanaka continued to give his final orders.
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Sebastian was given a cottage-like house deep in the camp. The house wasn't near any of the other buildings; it was isolated. No one would be able to see the house without focusing their vision because the house was hidden by trees and bushes. The green barrier cut through the camp like scissors. It was as though Sebastian would be living right outside the camp. But he didn't mind. He rather enjoyed the solitary home. But his only bane was that he was sharing the quite large cottage with Grell and Undertaker. The camp was wealthy, but not that wealthy.
When he got inside with his things, with the redhead and the silver haired male following right behind him, he sneezed. He sniffed and looked around. The place had been abandoned, it seemed. It wasn't dirty, per se, but it was that there was dust everywhere. Sebastian sneezed again, this time a bit more harsher than before. He dropped his suitcases and bags on the floor by the door and turned to face the two green eyed brothers. He covered his nose and said, "This place is filthy. I can't stay in here if all I'm gonna be doing is sneezing day in and day out. You, Grell, will clean this whole place out. Make it dustless. And Undertaker... watch him and make sure he doesn't break anything." And then, Sebastian dashed out of the building before he started sneezing again, leaving a quite pleased Undertaker and a mortified Grell.
Meanwhile, Ciel was sitting in his bed sulking as his other roommates were laughing and chatting. He was slumped over, his large uniform hanging off his small body. His skinny arms were bruised and cut up from his clumsiness and his punishments He hated this place. And he hated his father for abandoning him here two years ago. To get his mind from the depressing thoughts of his experiences at the camp, he started thinking about the new director. Sebastian Michaelis, as Tanaka had said. Ciel tried to remember every feature upon the taller male's being, and everything thing he recollected had him blushing. But the man also had this pompous vibe that Ciel found irritating. All of a sudden a hand shoved him and he fell back against the wall. He shook his head and looked up at an annoyed Alois.
"Ciel! I've been calling you! What is wrong with you?" Alois yelled as he eyed the smaller, blue haired boy.
"Haha, he must've been thinking about that new guy," Dagger said, laughing. "Though I don't blame him. Guy's pretty hot, right Ciel?"
Ciel's face turned bright red and he jumped up to his feet. "I was not thinking about anyone, Dagger."
Dagger laughed louder. "So you were thinking about why you're so weird? We all wonder also." Dagger snickered and turned to leave the bunker. Ciel hissed, but he stopped when Alois' hand smacked his back harsher than he may have meant to.
"Ignore him. He's a dick, that's no surprise. We have to go start practicing now." Alois headed out and Ciel stood, tense. He tilter his head in all angles to crack the bones that had stiffined. When he walked outside, Claude was talking to another tall, dark haired man – someone Ciel hated with an even greater passion than Claude. His green eyes were emotionless as he conversed with Claude, though He wasn't standing at an angle in which Ciel would be able to see them, but Ciel knew how they looked. Ciel took this chance to stare daggers at the man's back, but he was soon distracted by the sound of his peers talking about him.
"Did you see Ciel when Michaelis was being introduced? Haha, so funny!"
"Yeah, he looked like he was gonna attack him or something," another boy said, snickering. Ciel's ear twitched slightly at the words.
"Yeah, everyone knows how crazy he is. He's so fucked up. We'd better keep him away from the new guy before he rapes him," the first one said as they passed Ciel. "Did you see him just now? He was eyeing Mr. Spears like he was food. Well, I wouldn't blame him. He didn't eat last night."
"Uh, yeah, 'cause he was being a clumsy retard. If he's as crazy as everyone says he is, he might even go cannibal on us and eat someone whenever he doesn't get food."
"Haha, yeah! He's so weird." By then Ciel was fuming.
He wasn't weird. This place made him weird. Everything they put him through – no one else suffered from such severe punishments as he had – rubbed off on his psyche. And he hated it. Ciel was so mad he didn't see William and Claude turning to face him. And he didn't notice Claude whispering something into William's ear that had the man walking away quickly. The next thing Ciel knew was that his head started throbbing, especially around his right eye that was covered by his eye patch. And he started crying – or at least, he thought he was. He felt a liquid start sliding down his right eye, soaking the black material. It slid down his cheek. His body started trembling and he fell to the floor, groaning and whimpering at the painful feeling. He clutched at his eye patch and tore it off.
He didn't hear a boy scream, "Oh, my God, Ciel! His eyes are bleeding!" Ciel just growled at the sound. Just another annoying pest that cared not for him, but only criticized whenever something was off about him. Ciel's body radiated heat as his ears stung with a high pitches sound. That high pitched noise turned into words. Something started speaking to him. Tell him to release his anger on everyone. It wasn't like he liked anyone there. It wasn't like they would like any more for not responding to their mocks. That pinging sound in his heard started screaming at him when he heard a voice that sounded like Lau taunting him.
"Get up, you disgusting thing! You're spilling your blood everywhere! Get up!"
Get up. Get up. Get them. Ciel immediately stood and lunged for the taller male, wrapping his hands around the skinny throat and squeezing tightly. His blood ran freely from his eyes and dropped onto the paling face below him. Lau's usually closed eyes opened widely as he stared at Ciel with a mortified, choking expression on his face. His body convulsed and shook as he tried to grasp for breath.
The scene was easily noticed and Lau's friends quickly rushed over to pry the small, seething boy off of him. When they finally got his fingers off from around the neck, Ciel started growling and scream, pulling from the arms that restricted him.
"Let me go!" Ciel hissed loudly. Everything he saw was blood red and blurry. His head pounded even harder, urging him to continue with his rage. He backed him arm up until his elbow harshly connected with Ash's stomach. Ash instantly groaned loudly as he buckled and fell to the floor. Ciel then twisted and, with a tight fist, he punched Soma right in the jaw. He felt his blow fracturing the bones in Soma's face. Then, he pushed him away and tackled Lau again. He sat upon the heaving chest below him, straddling him. He grabbed the collar of the older boy's shirt and constantly landed his fist to the terrified face under him.
Suddenly he stopped. He jerked his body off of Lau as is he were made of lava. He started shaking violently and started retching. Ciel knelt on the dirt ground and dry heaved, coughing and whimpering. The pain from his head fled to his stomach, churning up a nauseating sensation there. Ciel screamed at the pain, but he black out immediately after, as if he'd been shut off. As he fell into the back of his mind, he calmed down slightly. The darkness that surrounded him cooed to him until even in his mind, he shut down.
UUUGH, I totally shut down on the last half of this chapter, an I think it's a huge clusterfuck... I've been lagging on the typing, 'cause I've been trying to finish my drawing.
SAI was screwing with me, so my drawing took longer than necessary. But she looks amazin'!
I revised it, but I was rushing, so please excuse my screw ups.
Please review, and I'll get going on the ... fourth chapter? I think? Yeah. I'm not looking so I'm just assuming this is the third chap already. Yay~!
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