Hey, guysss! Sorry for the no show for however many months it's been. I've been sooo busy with school and all, and also the INTENSE writer's block I've been suffering. I've been opening up this doc and just as I started to type, my body deflated.

But I don't want to give up on this! So I much march on...

Soo, sorry this chappy isn't all you wished for, I'm sure. But hold on! I have a method to my madness.

Spears stilled immediately and looked up at the call of his name. Though his movements ceased, the one under him continued to whine and mewl. He grasped Spears' muscled arm and hissed pleadingly.

"M-Master... more... pl-please...!" Spears didn't look down at the one who beckoned him, but he reached down to grab the constricted organ than lay stiffly at the boy's flat stomach. When he squeezed it firmly, the boy squeaked and let out a throaty moan. "It hurts, Master!" The boy tugged at the chains that kept his hands close to the damp table as he tried to get back Spears' attention so he could finish what he'd started.

Spears scrutinized the paled face that looked away from their rather vulgar position. "Michaelis. You came earlier than expected. I–"

"Let me come, Master," the boy wailed underneath him.

Spears sighed irritably and said to Sebastian. "Could you please... go wait back upstairs in the hall?" It wasn't really a request, more so a respectful command. Though Sebastian was the new director of the camp, he was still new. Sebastian just nodded and quickly turned back upstairs, closing the wooden door behind him.

As he slowly walked upstairs, he suddenly heard a loud scream coming from the room. More panting moans. Sebastian felt his face grow hot. Never in his life had he ever walked in on a situation like that. People have walked in on him, but that's a different story. This was a school. Or rather a camp, but it still had the same educational values of a school. He'd never felt so embarrassed or confused in his life.

He took a deep breath and walked across the large hall and sat at a desk, trying to move his mind to some other topic. His mind wandered back to that boy... Ciel. What an interesting young man, what was he doing at a place like this. He seemed pretty innocent... Apart from that breakdown he had earlier.

He was beginning to debate whether or not he should give the boy some sort of punishment, because, he did after all harm three other upperclassmen. But... what had happened in the first place? What caused him to react that way?

As Sebastian continued to argue with himself about what to do with the student, he heard footsteps - two pairs. He looked up at a limping boy that came out first, he had strawberry bonde hair and blue green eyes. He looked like he was in deep pain, but he seemed like he couldn't wipe that incredibly satisfied smile that was sloppily placed on his flushed face.

As he walked towards the front door, he looked over at Sebastian and smile even wider before limping outside the door. Spears soon followed, looking more composed than the boy, but he stopped in front of the desk and looked at Sebastian.

"Michaelis, I am glad that you accepted my invitation to meet me here." Sebastian inwardly scoffed at that. The man looked hardly happy to even be alive, let alone Sebastian accepting his so-called "invitation".

"Well, it is my job, is it not," he replied gingerly, a stoic expression plastered on his pale face.

"Yes, and I thank you also for waiting outside the room for me. I understand that this may seem quite... bizarre to you, no?" Spears proceeded to sit down in the seat opposite Sebastian, crossing his legs swiftly.

"Well, to be honest... I was not exactly... expecting to see that when I entered the room."

"Hmm, well yes. That is simply the way we treat those who step out of line." Spears pushed up his glasses, the flourescent light of the hall glaring off his lenses. He sniffed slightly before looking over at the door and then back at the director. He leaned forward slightly. "I wanted to discuss the situation with those young men. That boy, Ciel. He's a troublesome one. He isn't exactly... stable. At random times he can just explode and act without thinking. He doesn't seem aware of what he does, he just does it, and he tends to go unconscious right after. You've seen that eyepatch he's got on, yes?" When Sebastian nodded slowly, he continued. "We believe what lies behind it has to do with his behaviour. He's been here almost three months already but he's gotten in more trouble than some who have been here three years."

"So... what are you trying to say?" Sebastian squinted and eyed the slightly shorter male.

"I'm saying you shouldn't judge these boys merely by appearance. Ciel can be quite dangerous when provoked. We don't want anyone to snap here. Our objective of this camp is to toughen up these boys so they become men. I just want you to be aware of this information."

The director didn't say anything, just nodded and stood, Spears rising up as well. "Thank you." Then he walked out of the hall and outside onto the dirt pavement. The words that man spoke to him slowly sank in him and he only became even more confused. He looked up at the orange sky and sighed as he felt the weight of the day rise as it was soon time for everyone to retire. He went back to the infirmary to see Faustus conversing with some of the nurses. When the golden eyed man saw Sebastian, he stopped talking and watched the slightly shorter man walk into the room of the three boys.

When in the room, Sebastian looked at the boys seriously, the intensity of his crimson eyes quite unsettling and making the boys fidget uncomfortably. He sat down in a spare chair and crossed his legs casually as his face softened to a more approachable expression. "I need you boys to tell me this, what do you think of that boy - Ciel?"

Soma scoffed irritably. "Ciel... ugh. That tiny thing is the worst pile of shit to have ever crawled upon this planet - excuse my language, sir." His attitude irked Sebastian slightly, but he decided not to lash out at the boy, but instead let him continue. "His deadbeat father sold him here apparently. I think for some testing."

"Testing?" Sebastian cocked his head to the side slightly in confusion. What kind of testing could this kid mean?

"I heard that some days, they just take him to the basement and punish him," Lau said lowly, his slitted eyes opening slightly. "Not even the kinds of punishments we get. But it's just a rumor. People say they do things to him."

"It's no rumor! It's true! And that boy is a curse to this place. Almost everyone here has been injured by that beast. Sometimes he cannot be tamed. It's like a trigger. Even the slightest thing can cause him to throw these temper tantrums. Remember that guy that got removed from the school because of what Ciel did to him?" Ash leaned forward to look at the the other boys who sat up in their white cots lined up side-by-side.

Sebastian watched the boys interact until they stilled after hearing a loud clattering sound and a small shriek. Sebastian stood and left the room and into the hall to see a nurse with a metal tray on the floor and a broken porcelain bowl on the floor. Soup had splattered everywhere and the woman stared horrifically towards the inside of the room. Ciel's room.

..

Ciel sat sleepily in his bed as the nurses came and went, taking his temperature. He sighed as he struggled to remember how this could have happened. He doesn't understand how he could be so destructive. Before this school, he'd never hurt a fly.

He'd been as docile as a cat, as people have told him. He'd be so quiet and calm. Now all of a sudden every few days he'd wake up in the infirmary or in the Punishment room with some kind of injury. It'd been happening ever since they removed his precious right eye. He looked out the room door at the working nurses. He spotted Mr. Director exiting the infirmary. Ciel pouted. He wanted to go home. And not to his bunk. To his home, with his parents. But he knew all too well he couldn't do that. With his mother dead and his father a cheat, he had little to no choice but to stay here and be what they're trying to make him to be.

He sighed tirelessly and sunk deeper into the large pillows. They were nice. Much more comfortable than the ones in his bunk. Everything was white. So clean. Everything was bright. Ciel felt his eyebrows furrow as he continues to imagine. He looked up, his large eye staring up at the ceiling, at the fan twirling around a single bright orb. The light burned down on his pale face, and all of a sudden, Ciel was tied down to the bed, the once comforting sheets now a heavy restraint on his fragile body. Ciel feels his body shake violently, and gloved hands clutch onto his small head.

"This will only hurt for a second, Ciel..." someone says as they pry open at his right eye socket, a circular object drawing nearer. Ciel whimpers, cries, screams. He tries to sit up, but the hands and the leather straps holding him down only puts him even more into a frenzy. He felt hands gliding over his body, and it only tormented him more. Those hands, touching, violating...

"Leave me alone!" He shrieks. Smooth hands run over his face, over his tears.

"Oh, god, there's blood!" a light voice gasped. Shaky hands backed from the weeping face. Once Ciel felt relieved of the pressure on his tiny body, he let out a feral growl and rose from his lying position, staring at the nurses with what could only be in the eyes of a killer. But, he didn't see the worried and terrified faces of the women who wanted to get away. He saw those goddamn men who took from him what he could never get back,and then some.

His head flicked over to the side of a young nurse who sat, trembling with fright. In her hand was a spoon, from a tray of food that clattered to the floor. Ciel hissed angrily at her and moved towards her. She let out a shriek as Ciel pounced on her, slashing short but sharp nails along her skin. All the while, he was violently sobbing, blood and tears rolling from his damaged eye socket.

"Ciel!" a loud voice roared from the front of the room. Ciel's head snapped towards the sound. The director stood at the door, horrified by the chaos. The man stood tall and unsteadily, his hands grasping at the higher levels of the door frame. Somehow, Ciel stopped slashing, and his wild grimace started receding just slightly. He stood from the quivering and bleeding nurse and started towards the director.

Sebastian gasped at the sudden movement and backed up, losing his balance and falling onto his back. He let out a sharp hiss and when he lifted himself up onto his elbows, Ciel was standing over him, his legs towering over him and his small feet flat against the cold tile floor on either side of the man. Sebastian's eyes darted up to the boy's face, as the gown he was wearing was open and quite pleasantly exposing his lower half.

"C-Ciel? Are you okay...?" Sebastian wearily looked up at the boy who had a blank stare on his face. His chest heaved slightly as his head tilt down to face Sebastian. Sebastian's brows furrowed as he began to feel fear rise up in his chest. What was he going to do? How odd it felt to be afraid of such a small boy. But the look in his eyes, such pain. He had to look away.

But then, Ciel fell to his knees with great force so that his face was right near Sebastian's. The man gasped as his senses were overwhelmed with the scent of sweat and blood on Ciel's pale, almost ghostly pale, face.

He reached up to slowly run his small hand across the damp skin of Sebastian's face. He looked straight into Ciel's eyes, as he had little options of where else to look. He studied the face intensely, realizing that Ciel indeed had lost his eye, as he'd heard, but the orifice was not completely empty, as something else was placed inside, and quite forcefully, he might add. The orb stuffed in the bruised eye socket was slightly bigger than his other eye ball, as it was easy to tell with the slight swelling of the skin surrounding it.

The object was black, and towards the center was a soft glow, ominous and unnatural. Though this disturbing discovery unnerved the director to no end, he still found the young beauty that Ciel held onto, whether he knew it or not.

Sebastian couldn't decipher much more than that about the strange device that intruded in the young boy's head and tormented his mind, because Ciel then blinked, as if coming out of his trance. He sniffed as his face gain back it's color a little bit, and then some. His face flooded with fresh, warm tears, the liquid flowing over and removing some of the dried blood along his face. He let out a soft hiccup, then broke out into tears, sobbing wildly as he pressed himself up against the man.

"It... it hurts... It hurts so much!" He cried into the man's uniform, soaking it and staining in the the mixture of his tears, blood and sweat. His thin body shivered coldly against the man and as surprised as he was, Sebastian found himself enveloping the boy with his long, strong arms. One of his hands took purchase in the soft, slightly damp, slate hair that lay atop Ciel's small head. He held him close and shushed him softly, letting the boy let out all the tears he seemed to have been holding in.

He looked up at the nurses who warily approached him and the crying student. He looked at each of them, telling them he too didn't understand what had just happened. He just sat there, in the middle of the hall, with a small boy who cried his heart out until he fell asleep.

..

When Ciel woke up, he was in his bed. He whimpered, as he always did. His head always hurt, and it was worse when he first woke up. No. It was always worse. The pain never went away. He only became numb. But he was confused. Why was he in his room? Usually he's only in his room if he didn't do anything bad. But he did something bad. He should be in the infirmary. Or in the Punishment room. He sat up slowly when a small hand pushed him down on his back.

With a huff, Ciel looked up at that blonde friend of his. He smiled widely, but it was still a soft smile.

"How are you feeling?" Alois asked softly as he sat down on the bed.

"Alois... I feel no better than I usually do. If not, worse." Ciel closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to shrink away from the pain.

"I expected as much.." Alois murmured as he looked down at his friend. He trailed his fingers lightly along Ciel's skinny arm before moving to push back hair from his face. Ciel felt the bed dip and creak so he opened his eyes to see Luca looking at him happily.

"You'll be fine soon, Ciel!" Luca chirped. Then the door opened slowly and the director came into the room. He looked around the small space of the bunker and then caught sight of Ciel, looking utterly worn out.

"How are you feeling now, Ciel?" Sebastian questioned softly. Ciel looked at him as he felt heat rising up to the tips of his ears. He looked away and nodded. Sebastian let out a relieved puff of air and smiled. "That's good. Tomorrow, you will go to the infirmary to get checked out again before you can go back to your daily routines." Sebastian turned to the two other boys in the room. "Where are you two supposed to be?"

Alois blatantly looked the man over and smiled sweetly, with a hint of slyness. "We have nothing this hour, so we wanted to check on Ciel." Sebastian nodded and inwardly shuddered at the student's scrutinizing gaze on him. Boys were so weird. He nodded his head again before taking a last look at Ciel who was still a bit flustered. He smirked slightly before leaving the bunker.

He's kind of cute.

..

Sebastian plopped down heavily in his chair in his office. Empty. This is a luxury he had not had the pleasure of enjoying within the past few days. Everyone needed him. Everyone bothered him. But of course he expected this. This is work. Sebastian leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes. After a few minutes of just clearing his mind, he finally turned on his computer and clicks on a few files before he found Ciel's student file.

First thing that shocked him was the blue-eyed student's age.

"Seventeen? He's seventeen?" Sebastian's eyes widened and swirled with mirth. He then continued looking.

There wasn't anything much about Ciel except that he arrived on June 23, three months ago, his father's whereabouts were unknown. He had only one relative other than his father, since his mother's death two years ago.

Sebastian sighed. None of this information helped him in his search for what was going on with Ciel. He didn't know why, but he felt he had to get to the bottom of this. He had to save this lost lamb.

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Okay, folks, that's it for this one. I'm still a bit blocked and this is probably shit, so I apologize now.

Don't hate me! Instead, review!

That'll make me work faster and with less shitty writing.