Sinful deception chapter 06:

A/N: hey you guys. Thank you so very much for the words of encouragement, they really brightened my days. I'm not completely recovered but I am having a better day and decided to continue writing as much as I can.

It's not easy and perhaps it is very noticeable, I don't think there is any flow in the dialogue, I probably missed a ton of errors (I really do need a beta for this) and dear lord it's just not.

On another note: university sucks, I mean Psychology has +800 students in the first year, try making friends like that. I mean I know a few people but since I am so shy I don't really dare to sit next to them every time. But enough complaining.

Anyways back to the story: Soon the ominous signs will begin to make sense, and a little bit more stuff about demons and their influences will become more prominent in the life of Ciel.

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"that had to be the most awkward introduction ever. Couldn't you have at least given me the time to change." Ciel groaned as he sank down into the soft cushions of the chaise longue that was standing near the corner of the room.

The absurdness of the whole ordeal was certainly the talk of the day in the Phantomhive estate. The moment Ciel had stepped out of the living room, there were hushed voices, trying to conceal the laughter in them.

The first thing he did was sulk for a while in his room –still in his pyjamas might I add.-afterwards he found the motivation to get dressed –in a pair of dark slacks, a dark blue t-shirt and a white button up over it- before going downstairs to socialize.

Not even warning me. He grumbled again, still not over the fact that he was just introduced to someone who would be spending a lot of time in the mansion. That was one thing that Ciel had never grown out off. The childish sulking of his that would send his aunt in a fit –squealing things about him being too cute, wanting to pinch his cheeks or just eat him up.- and it was needless to say that this bothered the boy quite a lot.

Stepping into the sun room, he took his seat on the right side of his mother and the left of his father –now sitting next to the new man though- from the corner of his eye he observed Sebastian. His appearance was slightly upsetting, not because he was hideous or overly neat –no scratch that, because he couldn't find a single crease in his shirt, nor did he see a hair that was out of place-

It was the fact that Sebastian Michaelis –God even the name sounds off- was absolutely perfect, dark inky tresses framing his face, russet eyes that shone bright. That made Ciel pause. Russet? He frowned slightly attracting the attention of his father who was now sitting in front of him had he seen this man before? –besides this morning and on the applications that is-

"Ciel won't you be Mr Michaelis's guide?" he snapped back out of his thought and focussed on his father. "pardon?" he asked. "Well you see, I am relatively new in London since I arrive a few weeks ago. I haven't had the chance to explore yet." The polite smile was directed at Ciel and internally he scoffed. –even his articulation was near perfect-

When the blue eyed bot didn't reply his mother –who send a smile towards the dark haired guest- gently smacked his leg under the table "yes I suppose I could give you a tour of the most important places.

His parents smiled brightly, clearly delighted with the polite behaviour of their son. Taking the time to put his busy –hah as if- schedule aside to be the tour guide of a new employee –an important one none the less-

"wonderful, you have a free day next week right?" his mother was smiling brightly at him. The urge to scoff once again was almost unbearable.

"Yes I do"

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The next few days went by in a blur, Ciel was still doubting if those days had actually happened because he could hardly remember anything. He knew he went to school, had another argument with Alois and his almost daily molestation session by said boy.

That's it, anything else was a complete blur. Did he have breakfast with his parents or were they busy again? Had he spend time with his childhood friend Elizabeth? Did he do his homework? Yes he probably did because he would surely remember a harsh lecture by his teachers. That was something no one could forget.

Despite the dullness of it all, Ciel couldn't help but feel more energetic than when he lived his busy life. With tutor sessions for Alois, the times he would help his father with some of the paper work, the evenings he spend with his blond friend –which were probably more exhausting than any other activity he could think of right now.-

But today was his day off, and he would spend it with the new P.A. from his father. "just wonderful" he muttered to himself as he was buttoning up his dark grey sweater vest. "I could read that new book today, but no…" he was still grumbling when he walked down the hallway and towards his father's office

"I'll be going now" he told him as he stepped into the familiar room. his father hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes still focussed on the screen of his laptop "I'll be home by 6 most probably, if not I'll call?" the statement was almost offered, hoping that his dad would say something about getting home earlier but alas.

His father focused his blue eyes on his son and offered him a smile. "that's fine Ciel, have fun"

With a last nod of his head, Ciel stepped out of the room and made his way downstairs. Looking out of the window he noticed that today was a particularly nice day. A few white clouds lazily rolled by, a few birds –mainly sparrows and crows- flew past that large windows. Lately there was an increase in crow population on their ground without any reason that they could think of.

They sometimes freaked the boy out though. He would be sitting on a windowsill and from one of the tree branches -that hung near his window- he could see one or more of those black birds staring at him; following his every move. Those were the times when he would close the curtains before the sun would set. –because in all honesty, he liked looking at the darkening sky, there was something very relaxing about the changing colours. Especially since they would change so very slow but it still managed to surprise him because of the sudden difference.

The whole ride to the busy city was quiet, no small talk was made by Ciel nor by the driver –who was on any other occasion a very chatty person.-. Ciel was pensively staring out of the window of the car, his mind enveloped by the feeling of recognition, of déjà vu.

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In all honesty, it wasn't that bad, exhausting yes because Sebastian insisted on going by foot almost everywhere. They met up in Greenwich park where they walked around for a while before walking down and towards the Thames to get on one of the tourist boats –which Ciel absolutely dreaded because there were all sorts of people that he didn't particularly liked-

They got of near the London Eye –which would be their last stop- and that's when Ciel started his task as a personal guide. He showed the dark haired man the house of parliament, the big ben, number 2 downing street, Trafalgar square, saint James park, the Buckingham Palace, Saint Paul's cathedral. He took him to Oxford street and Piccadilly, showed him the Tower of London and basically any other tourist place he could think of. At the end of the day the poor boy was exhausted.

There was a reason why he had brought his Oyster card, after all any form of long lasting physical activity and him didn't get along all that well.

After an incredibly slow ride on the London eye, Ciel was glad to finally get back to his home, wanting nothing more than to escape the busyness of the city

The first thing he did when he walked through the front door was take of his shoes and coat, the second was to go get a snack from the kitchen. Preferably a piece of freshly baked cake but at this point he would even gladly settle for a bag of crisps or even an apple.

After grabbing his snack –which in the end turned out to be a bowl of sugared yoghurt and fruit- he went to his room, dumped his bag near the door and dropped down face first onto his bed.

It was an exhausting day, not only did he have to keep up with the taller male –damn his own shorter legs- but he also had to put up with the wonderful people that were called tourists (1)

He stayed that way for several minutes, unmoving, still face down on the bed until he heard a soft shuffling sound from behind him. Ciel turned around, ready to complain but saw no one. He groaned in annoyance. "Not again." He pushed himself up and into a sitting position, facing the door.

'This has been happening way to often' he thought. Phantom noises and touches were not normal to experience. The room got gradually colder with each passing minute and Ciel shivered. He hugged himself as his eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything that was out of the ordinary.

From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow and he quickly turned only to find nothing. he kept looking around the room, all the while he was inching backwards towards his nightstand where he kept a letter opener –because let's face it, while it's not very sharp, it's still good enough to stab someone in the eye with-

After the more frequent strange encounters with whatever was lurking in his bedroom Ciel started doing some research which proved to be more difficult than he thought it would be. There were a lot of things that can cause a sudden drop in temperature –most often demons and spirits-

And he certainly hoped that it was the later rather than the first because otherwise his iron letter opener wouldn't do much good. he clutched the pointy object tightly in his hand and started to slowly get up and inched his way towards the door.

A sudden grip on his arm stopped him from going any further and he swung the knife towards where he thought his attacker would be. It sliced through the air and his arm was released from the iron grip. He tried to run the last few meters to the door –damn his big room- but he was stopped in his tracks.

So the knife hadn't done that much damage –if any at all-. He was pushed up against the wall near his desk. A sudden pressure on his wrist made him drop the knife. A cold breath ghosted over his check.

"Let me go." He commanded but the pressure remained. His other hand swung out, in the hopes he would his something but it was quickly reunited with the hand that had previously held the knife. And now that both of his hands were held up next to his head and he was unable to move he started panicking.

His breath started coming out in small gasps as his heart rate sped up with every new touch that he experienced.

"just enjoy" he heard the faint bodiless whisper near his ear and immediately after a soft and slightly chilly pressure was on his neck. Ciel tried to wiggle away but found himself unable to get anywhere. His hands were trapped beside his head, and what seemed to be a leg kept his legs separated;

There was another almost desperate attempted to free himself when he suddenly lurched forward. However it only resulted in an uncomfortable strain on his shoulders. Cold fingers ghosted over his face, tracing his cheekbones, ghosting over his tightly closed eyes, and over his parted lips.

" ." he said again. Another breath ghosted over his neck "no."

Those phantom hands kept wandering over his face, neck, arms, torso and thighs.

After a while it became obvious to the teen that he really couldn't do anything about it. He had been grabbed, touched and caressed but never like this, never had he felt this helpless.

His breath came out is short gasps, his eyes were still screwed shut, as he tried to concentrate on other things than the shivers that ran down his spine, the feeling of dread that overcame him…

And then he realised that he could move again, that the room had regained its normal temperature and that there was no pressure on his wrists anymore. He opened his eyes, one by one, careful, afraid that he might come face to face with his attacker but there was nothing.

Ciel stepped away from the wall and picked up the knife again, his eyes darting around, trying to catch any sign of the intruder. A comforting warmth spread through his body and he felt his hair move slightly. Had someone touched it?

"it's ok now" the voice seemed to surround him and at the same time it sounded so close. Ciel was still on edge but his shoulders relaxed. Unconsciously he must have known that the danger was gone now. That the new presence was no threat to him unlike the previous one.

He spend the rest of his evening in the library, surrounded by the smell of books and a warm feeling spreading through his body

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(1): Yeah I don't like the attitude of most tourists, they can be so rude. If I thought the tourists here in Leuven and Antwerp were horrible those in bigger cities are even worse. Granted I am one too but at least I TRY not to be well too much I suppose. Do any of you have the same problem? Or is this just one of my many strange and slightly offensive thoughts?

A/N: for those who want the full tour guide, please vote on the poll that will be posted on my profile. I was unsure whether you guys would find it interesting or boring . all the places that were mentioned, were places I used to visit when I went to London with friends. I do not live there so if anyone knows any other nice places that should be included, please do tell me because I will include them in this chapter and I will visit them when I go back this summer (or may, depending on when my friends get their free days from high school)

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