Disclaimer: Yana-sama and Jun-sama, can I kidnap you?

A/N: Back to rating T! Let the impossible begin!

Chapter X: Follow the Black Rabbit

Alice stumbled on her feet after a strong force made her lost her balance. She was now on the floor, being helped by Gilbert.

"H-Hey, Stupid Rabbit! W-What's with you? Are you alright?"

"M-My power," she murmured, "is being released."

"What? But you haven't used it. How's that possible?"

"I-It's Oz. He used B-Rabbit's power without my consent."

Gilbert's eyes widened. To use the power of a Chain without the real owner is something too risky for the contractor to do; plus there's no way a mere contractor can use it without the approval of the Chain itself. If a human forced himself to use that much power, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it and it would instantly kill the person. Gilbert felt his heart raising. For Oz to do that—whatever the reason, it was probably not good.

"Let's go, Alice! We don't have much time to lose! Oz is in a big trouble!"

Oz's scythe disappeared from his hand, but his eyes still remained the same shade of red. He ran a palm on his wounds and brought it near to his mouth to lick the trail of blood on it; then he began fixing his shirt by buttoning it again.

Ciel was on the floor, trembling at the sight before him, tears streaming down from his face. He was too horrified both at the disheveled bodies and to what Oz had become. Oz noticed him, so he knelt down in front of him, reached for his face, and said, "Don't cry. Whatever made you cry, whoever hurt you, I will destroy them for you. I will kill for your sake."

Ciel slowly raised his hand. He was afraid, but he wanted to hug the lad so badly that he couldn't help it. Oz gently pulled him close for an embrace. When Ciel said that he was alright and asked Oz to come back, the latter returned to normal, turning his eyes back to being green. After mere seconds, he stood up, pulling Ciel with him and running towards the door. They thought their troubles were already fixed, but when they stepped out from the room, an alarm went off and it sent loud buzzing noises around the whole mansion. Oz panicked and dragged Ciel down. The two of them ran and ran until they reached the front door. There was already an exchange of yells from afar—probably Viscount's hired some men to go after the escapees in case such a thing would happen.

Oz pushed the huge door open, allowing the cold breeze to enter. It was the middle of the night and thick pile of snows were on their way. He hesitated for a bit, but it was now or never; so he dashed outside, dragging Ciel with him towards the forest. They didn't mind the coldness or the snow beneath their feet; all they cared about was to get out of the freaking place before the weather killed them both. They were still on their heels when they heard the voices getting distant. Five to six men where after them, bringing with them torches and ropes. Oz turned left and accidentally pulled Ciel a little harsher, causing the poor boy to land on his face.

"C-Ciel! I-I'm sorry!" He helped the boy on his feet. Ciel almost cried from the impact, but refrained from doing so, knowing that crying wouldn't help them both at the situation. He and Oz was about to run again, but after seeing that the group of men chasing them were already close, they'd just decided not to. If ever they continue escaping, they will surely catch them. So Oz looked for the nearest big tree he could find where they can hide. "Shh… don't make a noise and stay close to me," he whispered in Ciel's ears. The latter nodded and pulled himself closer to Oz, in which the blonde lad had returned a gesture of a tight, comforting hug. Making sure that the coast was clear, they sprang to their feet once more and ran to the direction far from their abductors.

"Where will we go now? Where the heck is this place, anyway? We're just running around in circles!" Oz shouted in his mind, frustratingly. The two of them managed to ran a good distance away from the mansion now. Oz leaned against a tree, huffing. He could no longer feel his own body from the coldness, plus his wounds were aching so badly. "I'm tired. I'm so sleepy. It's so cold…" He landed on his knee this time.

Ciel's face was instantly filled with fright and concern. "O-Oz? A-Are… you… alright?" he asked, trying to act normal though it was apparent that he was more tired than Oz.

Oz tilted his head to face him. "I'm fine," he answered and then dropped his head back down; his hands were curling into a tight fist. "Damn it," was his next word, which startled Ciel. "Goddamnit! Why does this have to happen?"

Ciel stared, tears finally escaping.

"I'm so angry! So mad that I'm going crazy! Damn those men! They should rot in hell!"

"O-Oz, stop… They… are gone, remember? S-So, please, don't get mad."

"You don't understand, Ciel! Even if they're gone, that won't change the fact that they did those things!" Oz screamed. Right, he doesn't understand it as well. He just met Ciel on a whim. They only spent time together for a whole day, yet he couldn't deny the fact that he was so overprotective to the boy; it was as if he had known him for a very long time. He was so angry; his heart's going to burst. "You… don't understand. I hate it… what they did to you. It's so unforgivable."

"I-I'm sorry," was Ciel's answer. Those words made Oz's rampant feelings to falter.

"N-No, don't be. I'm sorry." He hugged Ciel so tight before they proceeded on walking away.

For about two hours, the two of them strode into nowhere. The unlighted trail of the dark forest made their escape like hell. They continued walking, their feet and hands almost numb. Oz's mind was completely blank. If it wasn't for hearing a loud noise of someone falling, he wouldn't stop on his track. He almost jumped from realizing that he was walking alone for a second. When he looked at his back, he saw Ciel lying on the thick pile of snow for the second time.

"C-Ciel! What's wrong?" he almost screamed as he knelt to pull the little boy up. Ciel wasn't saying anything, just huffing violently for air. Oz deduced that Ciel had caught an untimely fever, plus he was currently suffering from an asthma attack. The older lad panicked and grabbed the boy closer to him. "O-Oh god! Hang in there!" He forced his eyes shut while cuddling him protectively. "What am I going to do? I need to bring him to the hospital, but I don't know where the heck we are! S-Shit! Think, Oz. Calm down. Don't panic. You'll be able to think of something. Think, come on!" He glanced down at Ciel once more. The poor boy was almost giving in; his mouth gasping for more air at every passing second. There was only one option left. As much as he didn't want to do it, he had no choice but to have to. He gently laid Ciel down on the cold snow. He lifted his chin a little and gave him some air through his mouth. He repeated it over and over again, until Ciel finally regained a little of his normal breathing rate. He picked him up again and immediately wrapped his arms around the boy to give him enough warmth. "Ciel? Are you alright? We can't stay here anymore. Can you still walk?"

"N…No… I-I can't… so tired… cold," Ciel mumbled, losing his grip on the older lad. His eyes were already ready to close. "…I… want… sleep. Now."

"C-Ciel, no! Y-You can't sleep. Don't close your eyes. C-Come on, do it for me, please?" Oz pressed a hand on Ciel's cheek as he looked at him with his almost teary-eyes. The child was trembling so much from the cold; plus what he was wearing—a straight, knee-length, black dress with plenty of bows and laces, pumpkin shorts, and a pair of white boots—also added up to the burden "We can't sleep in this cold. We'll surely freeze to death."

"Please, don't close your eyes. If you do, you won't be able to wake up. I'll go make a fire, so just bear with it for a while please." Oz gently laid Ciel beside a tree, while he scampered to look for some twigs in the dark. When he found some, he started rubbing them together as quick as he could. "J-Just a little bit more, Ciel. Hang in there," he called. The little boy seemed lost in his thoughts already, though he still managed to keep his eyes open. After an hour of trial and error, Oz managed to create a small fire enough to keep them warm. He pulled Ciel closer to him once more and wrapped almost his whole body around him just to lower the temperature. Ciel's fever didn't seem to be getting better. He almost looked like a living corpse. At the same time, Oz too, was feeling much worse than before. His wounds were giving him a hard time. He was so tired and damn sleepy, but he couldn't get to close his eyes for even a second, afraid that he, too, will suffer an untimely death. Plus, he had to look after Ciel if he wants him to last till morning. All he could do at that moment was to pray for their survival, calling for all the gods he knew.

It would surely be a long, cold, tiring night.

A/N: In this story, Gilbert doesn't own Raven, although he can still seal B-Rabbit's power. Unfortunately, the same goes for Break. I just thought that it would be impossible for him not to detect Oz's whereabouts if he does have Mad Hatter. Sebastian already gave me a hard time, since I couldn't break him apart from his Demon self, so it's best not to add more burdens. I'm fine with Oz and Sharon having their Chains. Oh, also, Pandora doesn't exist. I'm still deciding whether to include the Shinigamis or not. And one more thing, I didn't include characters from Kuroshitsuji Season II. There's no Alois and Claude, since I'm basing my story from the Manga. The same goes for Pandora Hearts' details. I'm more of a Manga-fanatic than the Anime.

About the 'Forest scene', especially the one with Ciel contracting a fever, I know it looks so unreal. I just couldn't help but write something about Ciel falling ill in the middle of a cold winter night with only Oz by his side. You know my fantasies are a little quirky (Are there even normal fantasies?). It's so fucking hard to stay outside the cold with a freaking fever. One will surely die if one stays overnight outside! I don't know how the two managed to stay alive. Pure luck? (Hell, I'm the author. Whatever is fine.)

I really hope to get some reviews. Even one telling me how the hell am I not receiving enough. I know my grammar is crappy. Is it the story itself? Am I not making this good for your standards? Or perhaps its Ciel's (or any other characters) personality? I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHY!

The reason why I posted it was because I wanted to know how others would think of it. I guess a tough luck is indeed tough.