TRIGGER WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER: Threats of rape.

For all of you following both of my Cielois fanfics:

The next chapter of IDWTWY will come tomorrow. I'm so sorry it's taken so long and I really appreciate your patience.

"The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off."

― Gloria Steinem

Chapter 5

No man no... No.

Ciel stormed out of his bedroom after he had thrown his phone away, onto his bed.

I'm going to fucking kill him! I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER THAT SON OF A BITCH!

Blinding rage quickly swept over every part of Ciel's being; he could barely register his familiar surroundings within moments. He was dead set on finding Alois and even though he had no idea where he lived, Ciel still wanted nothing more than to just run out in the streets and do something – anything.

He felt like smashing something to pieces, to demolish and destroy in an effort to rid himself of what he felt at this moment.

His socked feet made small thuds against the wood as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs. The voices, the humans—the extra human—blocking the doorway didn't raise any questions in his mind, he just wanted to get past all of them so that he could breathe.

"Get the fuck out of my way!" Ciel spat, ready to shove them all to the floor if anyone even thought to hinder him.

"Ciel, what's wrong?" a young girl asked softly. She was standing opposite to Ciel's mother and father in the hallway, with concern evident on her face. Ciel barely even heard her, let alone identified her as he grabbed his boots. He didn't even bother stopping and putting them on before he reached for the door handle, but before he had time to grasp the metal, a large hand clutched his forearm and pulled him back from the door.

"Hold on Ciel! You have a guest! What's the matter?" Vincent's smooth voice, laced with mild concern, reached Ciel's ears and managed to calm him down some but still he felt as if he would explode if he didn't get out of the house.

Just as he was about to throw a fit, brown hair caught his attention as the appearance of Freckles, who colored his anger with surprise as she extended her arms in an attempt to embrace him.

"Ciel, please don't be upset! What's wrong?"

With a firm shove, Ciel pushed her away before she got a chance to hug him. "What are you doing here?" he snarled but immediately regretted his sour tone when he saw the hurt look on her face.

"Now that's not very nice of you, Ciel!" Rachel reprimanded, frowning deeply. "Did something happen, honey?"

Ciel's gaze wandered between his mother, Freckles and his father, who still held his arm in a tight grip. The worry in their eyes was enough to push him back to a calmer state of mind, if only by a small degree. With a deep sigh of frustration, he faced Vincent with the most reassuring expression he could muster.

"Hey it's okay. I just... something happened but I'm okay. You can let go of me." Ciel glanced down at his seized limb for a quick second before returning to stare at his father with raised eyebrows. "Dad?"

Vincent looked a bit confused but when he realized that he still held on to his son, he released a small chuckle as he let his fingers fall away from Ciel.

"Sorry kiddo. You looked like you were about to go on a killing spree. What happened?"

"Yeah what happened, Ciel?" Freckled parroted in a higher pitched tone, raising one of her hands to put on his shoulder, as though to comfort or steady him.

Ciel gently brushed it aside while he desperately tried to calm himself further; the conflict inside of him almost made him dizzy. He wanted to keep being angry but the situation, the concern of the people around him, made that very difficult.

"Stop looking so god damn worried – all of you. Seriously... I'm alright. But I still want to go outside, I need some air. Freckles can come with me." Ciel started moving towards the door before sarcastically adding, "If that's okay?"

"That's fine, kiddo. Take care of him, okay?" Vincent gave Freckles a meaningful look. "We'll be watching a movie in the living room if you need us."

"I will!" Freckles called out as she hurriedly went after Ciel, who had already made it halfway across the yard. "Ciel, hold on!"

"I just need to take a walk. You can come if you like, or you can go home. Your choice," Ciel muttered as the brunette caught up to him, not bothering to give her even a small glance. He didn't want her to come with him – he wanted to be alone.

"I promised your dad I would take care of you, so I will. Can't you tell me why you're so upset?"

"No."

"Why? You might feel better if you talk about it."

"Yeah well I can't fucking talk about it so just… please just be quiet."

"I will follow you around and bug you until you talk."

Ciel let out a deep sigh. "Go away, Freckles. I just need to be alone."

"So you can do something stupid? Because that's what it looks like you want to do."

"No I just-"

"You just what?" Freckles spat and jumped in front of Ciel, forcing him to make a sudden halt. "Just cut the crap, Ciel. You're angry as fuck and you want to do stupid shit. Don't lie to me."

Ciel stared at the girl with his lips parted, completely taken aback by the change in her attitude. "Uhm… okay. Yeah, I kinda want that. Is that so bad? Just fucking let me!"

"NO! Sit down and talk." Freckles grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him with her to a bench nearby. Ciel could've easily broken free, but he was tired and he knew there was no use fighting her – she had her mind set on getting him to talk and maybe a small part of him wanted that too.

"Fuck! Okay, okay! But I don't fucking know what to say..." Ciel muttered as he was pushed down onto the bench.

"Just start with a summary," Freckles suggested with a playful wink before she placed her butt right next to him on the flaking, white paint.

Ciel groaned as he leaned forward, resting his chin in his palms. "I just… I kinda liked someone and he turned out to be a complete... psycho."

"Is it someone at school? Wait… he? You're into dudes?"

"Yeah," Ciel answered and he couldn't hold back a small yet arid laugh. "Something wrong with that?"

"No... No! I just thought... oh never mind. Do I know him?"

No, because he doesn't fucking exist. "No, you don't know him."

Ciel didn't want to tell her that it was Trancy who he, in some weird way, had felt something for. Admitting that to anyone seemed like the biggest form of humiliation he could put himself through right now.

"What did he do? Just let it all out, I've heard that I'm a really good listener." Freckles looked at him with a sweet smile on her lips, and this time her hand found its way onto his shoulder.

"I don't really want to..." Ciel didn't know how he would even begin to explain something so ridiculous and he didn't want to announce to anyone how incredibly stupid he had been.

"Hey, I bet I could help. Just tell me if it's someone at school."

"It's a little complicated… but yeah… I guess you could say that."

"Are you in love with him?"

"What the fuck?! No way in hell! I want to kill that son of a bitch!"

"Did he cheat on you or something?"

"No... we weren't exactly... I don't want to talk about this! I want to-"

"Hurt him."

"Yeah," Ciel sighed, pursing his lips in frustration.

"Because he hurt you... that makes sense. But there are much better ways to hurt someone than to cause them physical pain."

"What do you have in mind?"

"That depends on what he feels for you now."

"I'm not sure right now because HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND I'M GOING TO BASH HIS FUCKING BRAINS IN AND KICK HIM IN THE-"

"CIEL, calm down! Man, you guys are just full of testosterone, aren't you?"

Ciel took a deep, shaky breath, clenching his fists tightly to get a hold of his anger as he muttered, "Sorry. I have no idea how his sick mind works, okay? I don't think he has any genuine feelings for me… but I don't think he wants me out of his life either."

"Then I have a great idea on how you can hurt him."

"What are you saying?"

"Ignore him."

"Yeah great plan!" Ciel snorted sarcastically. "I was already planning on doing that!"

"No you weren't! You were planning on starting a fight!" Freckles sighed deeply while she rubbed her temples. "Don't you get it? You have to treat him like he doesn't exist."

"Fuck... shut up..." Ciel took a moment to mull over her words before he realized that she might be right. "I'll try."

"Good."

"But... why did you come here?"

"I wanted to ask you to come with me to a party."

"You could have just called."

"I live next door dummy! I thought you knew that!"

"You live there?" Ciel asked, pointing to the house on the right side of his own.

"Yeah, exactly!"

"Do you have a little sister?"

"Yeah! Her name's Felicia. Have you met her?"

"I've seen her around the yard...ehe... but never mind! You could've still called – I mean it's dark out!"

"Wow, it almost sounds like you want me to leave," Freckles murmured, pouting her thin lips.

"No it's not like that! I'm just not very good with people."

"Huh, I would have never noticed," she muttered in a slightly annoyed tone. "I came over because I wanted to see you – you seemed so anxious in school and I was worried. And I kinda wanted to ask you to be my date, but I guess that's out of the question now huh?"

"Hah yeah... I guess so."

"But you should still come with me. The party is next week. You could use a little fun as a distraction."

"Fun? I can't see how a party could be fun."

"Please Ciel! I have no one else to go with!"

"Ugh... fine. I guess I owe you one."

"Yeah you do. You're a real pain in the ass."

"So are you."

Ciel took a deep breath, not comfortable at all with his current position; sitting in a kitchen chair, listening to drunken teens babbling around him. One of them—his 'charming' brunette of a friend—was even trying to catch his attention by talking nonstop by his side.

The day of the dreaded party had finally arrived and here he was, with his head spinning because yes, he had poured down enough beer to dull his senses to a great extent – how else would he stand this awful environment?

"...yeah so that guy just completely used me! Can you believe it? All guys are the same... well not you but-" Freckles went on, and on about different boys and other completely uninteresting things. She was just as tipsy as he was, if not more, and to Ciel's dismay, she was the talking kind of drunk – as if she didn't talk enough when she was sober.

"I have to leave," Ciel suddenly announced, cutting off her ranting.

"What? Why? Aren't you having fun?"

"I'm not leaving the party, just this room. I need some air… I'm going out on the balcony."

"Oh, I'll go with you!"

"Wait. Let me clear that up – I want to be alone. Sorry."

"It's alright, I get it. You're not a very social person..."

"No, I'm not."

Ciel did his best not to sound rude, but if he had to stay in that cramped, crowded kitchen for much longer he was sure he was going to have a panic attack.

Exasperated, he got up from his chair, straightening the fabric of his black t-shirt before he made his way to the balcony. Sitting down in one of the two white, plastic chairs placed to either side of a small table, he finally let out a contented sigh. Alone at last.

The chilly air hit the skin on his bare forearms, causing gooseflesh to rise but Ciel didn't mind the cold. It was even refreshing in a way and he felt himself relax, but since he was alone again, thoughts of a certain blonde appeared. No matter how much he tried, Ciel couldn't keep himself from constantly thinking about him.

He missed Alois.

Ciel had followed Freckles' advice, treating the blonde as if he was nothing. He didn't even feel any desire to tell Alois the truth. Even if Ciel received several texts from him daily, he still managed to ignore him. He thought about blocking the blonde, but for the time being that felt more impossible than for him to climb Mount Everest. All the anger in the world couldn't take away Ciel's memories of the sweet and kind boy he had gotten to know – and he wasn't ready to erase him completely.

The first time he had seen Trancy in school after he had found out him and Alois were the same person had been the most heartbreaking and difficult moment of his life. Ciel could only imagine that it had to have been like seeing an ex that had hurt you badly but that you still really cared about. Not that he had ever cared about someone that much – not in real life that is.

You would think that the blonde would have been more gruesome during the days where Ciel had been ignoring him, but it was quite the opposite. Alois hadn't even been in class for the past three days. The few times Ciel had seen him, the blonde had looked distracted and stressed, almost as if he was worried about something.

Not that Ciel cared of course.

He was really starting to get sick of constantly thinking about Alois and he needed a distraction from his pestering brain. Just as he was about to occupy himself by playing with his phone, a creak tore through the quiet night.

"Hey there. Mind if I join you?"

The person entering onto the balcony must have been about a year older than Ciel by the looks of him. He had short raven hair, a silver ring circling the center of his bottom lip and several more covering the shells of both his ears. He was dressed all in black; a hoodie covering his upper body and long jeans riding down his legs. The belt he wore was covered in studs and his fingernails were painted – also in black. He was cute.

Not waiting for an answer, the stranger took a seat in the other chair as he pulled out a pack of smokes from his jeans pocket and released two of the sticks. One of the cigarettes was deftly held out as dark eyes glanced over at Ciel who raised an eyebrow before responding.

"Ugh... yeah, sure. Thanks," Ciel murmured and grabbed the poisonous stick, placing it in the corner of his mouth. He wasn't up for being jolly and nice, so he lit the cigarette without even a glance in the other's direction.

"No problem. So what are you doing here?" the raven haired male asked casually, never leaving Ciel with his eyes.

"Just humoring a friend I guess..."

"Ah, I see. Not a party animal I'm guessing?"

"Not really, no."

The stranger thankfully seemed to notice that Ciel wasn't up for small talk and casually leaned back in his chair, looking up at the night sky. Smoke created a cloud around them both as they took drag after drag in silence – a silence that didn't last for very long. The other suddenly turned his head to face Ciel yet again, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I've been looking at you for the past hour."

"What?" Ciel turned his head in surprise, confused as to what the other was talking about.

"You're hot. But that fact can't have eluded you... I mean, mirrors do exist after all."

"Ehm... thanks?" Ciel was a little taken aback; since he wasn't the most outgoing person in the world he wasn't used to receiving compliments like the one the other boy was giving him.

"You're very welcome. So are you... y'know... into guys?"

"Hah... yeah. Definitely."

The stranger bit down on his bottom lip. "Perfect. I'm Jason."

"Ciel."

"Huh, a pretty name for a pretty boy."

"Shut up," Ciel playfully retorted. Normally he wasn't much for flirting, but the alcohol in his system had its way with him.

Jason chuckled softly, taking another drag before he asked his next question. "You single or do you have a boyfriend?"

Ciel held his hands up. "Free as a bird." As the words left his lips, Ciel realized that it was true. He was free – he had no Alois or anyone else for that matter.

"Do you wanna-" Jason started but Ciel had something else on his mind.

"We should fuck."

"What?" Slight shock twisted the raven haired male's features as he stared at Ciel.

"You heard me. F-U-C-K. Fuck."

"Wow, you're straight forward," Jason grinned as he flicked his cigarette butt over the railing.

"Yeah, so are you. So are we doing this or not? Last time I checked, the master bedroom was empty."

"Uhm, yeah. Why the hell not. Let's go."

They both stood up at the same time and Ciel followed his example, throwing away the glowing butt onto the ground below them. Just as they reached the door, Ciel let out a small grunt as he without warning was pulled towards the other to receive a wet, sloppy kiss.

An avid tongue brutally invaded Ciel's mouth as hungry fingers tangled in his already tousled locks of dark blue. Jason smelled of cheap aftershave—probably something he had borrowed from his father—and Ciel couldn't help but getting slightly repulsed by both the other's scent and poor kissing skills.

Jason's wet muscle was everywhere, slobbering ravenously over his lips and on the inside of his mouth. Ciel hadn't had many kisses in his life, but this one had to qualify as one of the worst. Just as he was about to push away the other body for a chance to breathe, the door to the balcony flew open and none other than Alois stood on the other side.

Ciel's heart nearly stopped at the sight of the blonde and an incredibly powerful urge to vomit threatened to overtake him. He squirmed out of Jason's embrace, frowning deeply at his bully, who only stood and watched them with an amused expression. Of course he would come to the only party Ciel had attended since he had moved to this town. Not only did he feel uneasy by Alois' presence but a pang of actual pain stabbed him in the chest at the mere sight of him.

"Well, well. What have we here?" Alois mocked in a teasing voice, smiling so annoyingly that Ciel felt an urge to punch him in the face. "So you're a little fruit cake, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Alois only laughed; half amused, half annoyed. "You're so cute when you act like a little brat. But seriously, get out of my way, I don't have time for you – I need a fucking smoke."

"Yeah, whatever." Ciel walked past Alois with a very silent Jason following him, and not until the blonde had shut the door behind them did the other boy speak.

"Shit... you actually talked back to him. Haven't you seen what he does?"

"Yeah... but I'm not scared of him."

"He's a psychopath... you should be scared of him."

"Well I'm not. Let's not talk about him, okay?"

Ciel was tipsy and bothered by Alois coming to the party and that might be the reason for his following actions, for what he did next wasn't like him but he felt as if he had to distract himself in some way. He was hurt and humiliated and anger was beginning to course through his veins – he had to divert his thoughts. So Ciel grabbed Jason's hand, dragging him behind him to the bedroom he had mentioned earlier.

Upon reaching the chosen room, Ciel pulled Jason closer, once again subjecting himself to a slobbering mouth and a lapping tongue. He didn't care about the boy who he was currently seducing; he was barely even getting aroused by the thought of engaging in sexual activities with him – Ciel just wanted to write the final chapter in his and Alois' story. He wanted to end it once and for all.

Jason kept moaning against Ciel's lips, constantly reminding him of who he was kissing. He didn't want to kiss Jason, he wanted to kiss Alois – his Alois, not that disgusting human being strutting around somewhere in the apartment.

His thoughts angered him and Ciel had no way of stopping himself from doing what he did next. He needed to do one more thing. It was stupid and had Ciel been sober he would've known that but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

"Hold on a sec. There's something I gotta do," Ciel murmured after he broke the kiss, reaching down to dig through his pocket.

Ciel fumbled with his phone as he opened the app he was looking for, typing a text with slightly shivering fingers as Jason kept caressing his waist.

C i e l: I can't talk to you anymore. Just delete me.

King of booty shorts: I haven't heard from you in over a week and this is what I get? Wtf Ciel. What is going on? Is this because of the picture?

The reply had come almost immediately and for some reason that made Ciel even more agitated, causing him to type yet another hurtful message.

C i e l: Yeah you could say that. Just fucking delete me.

Alois shoved his phone back in his pocket with enough force to almost rip the seams apart.

The feeling he got at that moment was unlike any he had ever felt before. His throat was burning and his eyes were almost aching.

Am I... crying?

The blonde was on his second cigarette, reading and re-reading Ciel's texts to try and figure out what could have gone wrong. It couldn't have been the picture, Ciel had to be lying. Or did he really...?

Alois' skin was wet when he nudged his cheek and a shocking whimper left him. No one had ever rejected him before but that wasn't what was troubling him. His Ciel had rejected him—the only person the blonde had ever cared about—and he claimed that it was because of the picture Alois had sent him. Did Ciel really disapprove of his looks?

No, that couldn't be right. But then... why?

Man I'm fucking pathetic... crying like a child... I haven't cried since... I don't even remember... I fucking cared about him. Why does it hurt so fucking bad in my god damn chest?!

Alois had spent countless hours trying to figure out why Ciel didn't respond to his texts anymore. He had come up with several theories, none of which included his exterior, because let's face it – he was gorgeous.

Even though the picture was the last thing the blonde had sent him before Ciel had stopped talking to him, Alois just couldn't accept the fact that his appearance could have anything to do with this.

The blonde was heartbroken, to say the least. The feelings of grief and confusion had him so lost in darkness that he couldn't enjoy what he usually did for fun. Not even school and the pitiful students within managed to get the endorphins flowing like they used to. He even convinced his mother to let him stay at home for a few days – that's how somber he felt.

Ciel meant the world to him.

It wasn't just a simple crush; they knew each other on a profound level. They had shared their inner most self with one another and that kind of relationship was something Alois had never come across before. He couldn't accept the fact that he might be losing him.

Darkly painted fingernails started digging into the flesh of the blonde's palms. Long, huffing breaths left him in a rhythmic pattern. His jaw clenched almost painfully, strong muscles tensed and the blonde swore that he had never felt a worse feeling in his life than he did in this moment.

The more Alois thought about Ciel, the angrier he got. The cigarette burned down to the filter but he didn't even notice. He was furious for some reason and he couldn't understand why – he just knew that he wanted—no needed—to take it out on someone.

Too bad for young Phantomhive – his newest and most fulfilling target. It didn't take long for Alois to find him in one of the bedrooms, making out on the bed with that scrawny brat from the balcony.

"YOU," Alois barked, pointing at Jason, "Get out."

"What the-" was all Ciel managed to blurt out before the raven haired boy practically flew off of him. That was when Ciel caught sight of the blonde in the doorway, freezing up completely as he noticed the darkness in his eyes.

Alois' fists were trembling at his sides, he was sucking in long, strained breaths and his whole composure made him look almost like he was screaming on the inside.

Jason seemed to completely forget about Ciel. By the looks of him, he was deeply frightened by the blonde's mood and, by the way he moved, it was clear that he couldn't leave Alois and Ciel fast enough. Jason's gaze was fixed on the floor and without uttering a single word he hurriedly exited the room, leaving Ciel in Alois' claws like a true coward.

"What the fuck do you want, Trancy?" Ciel spat, glowering at the blonde from his place on the wide bed.

"I w-want to teach you a f-fucking lesson in respect, since you n-never seem to fucking learn," Alois growled as he closed the door behind him, never breaking eye-contact with the blue haired boy as he did so.

"And what have I done this time? Don't fucking come near me. Just leave."

"I can't leave. I h-have to do this, y-you god damn piece of trash."

There was something off about the other; it was clear that Alois was more than upset about something. His unusual demeanor was one of the most terrifying sights Ciel had ever seen in all of his sixteen years and he suddenly lost every spiteful word he had been conjuring up.

Ciel scrambled backwards towards the headboard as Alois got closer, his eyes wide and his throat dry. "Don't come any closer, you f-fucking psycho. How are you not locked up in some white room somewhere?" He immediately regretted the words, but alcohol combined with actual fear for his life took away most of his self-control. Angering the blonde further didn't seem like the smartest move in the current situation.

"Just shut up and turn around. I want you on your stomach."

"W-what in the-"

"You're hungry for cock, huh? The way you were letting that disgusting little cretin eat your face, ugh… vile. But if you're that desperate to get a dick up that tight ass of yours, let's see how you like mine…" the blonde almost purred as he got on top of the sheets, eyeing Ciel with a stare that almost had him sick to his stomach. "And don't even think about screaming or calling for help you little faggot. Because if you do, I swear I will mess your pretty little mom up so bad she'll never want to look at herself in the mirror again."

Ciel trembled at those words; this was serious. Somehow he had truly believed that Alois was just another bully, but this was something else. The blonde actually was as sick and demented as everyone made him out to be. Still, Ciel refused to give in.

"No. Get out."

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? TURN THE FUCK AROUND!" Alois seethed as he crawled across the bed and skillfully latched onto both of Ciel's calves before he could even think of reacting. The blonde was sober, but unfortunately Ciel wasn't, giving him poor control over his wobbly limbs.

Ciel instinctively attempted to kick the blonde while desperately clawing at the covers, trying to get away. He was slowly going into panic but a big part of him still refused to believe that Alois would go through with what he had threatened to do, which caused him to turn around to meet the blonde's stare.

That was a big mistake.

The moment of stillness was all Alois needed to use all of his strength to flip Ciel around and lock both of his arms in a firm grip behind his back. A mountain of pillows met Ciel's face, drowning all of his protests as the blonde used his skills to practically immobilize him by raising Ciel's arms so high that he let out a muffled scream into the cotton.

Alois' fingers curled around the hem of Ciel's thin, black pants, tugging so roughly they almost tore right apart. As he yanked at the fabric once again, a low hum came from the blonde sitting on Ciel thighs – he sounded so satisfied that a shiver of terror crawled up Ciel's spine.

"Ugh! Let me go – LET ME GO!" Ciel shouted as he managed to tilt his head enough to make his words audible, completely ignoring Alois' previous threat.

"I'll fucking teach you... cock-sucking little shit... they can lock me up, I don't fucking care... you'll know what fear really means you...you..." Alois mumbled lowly as he reached under Ciel to unbutton his pants. Exhausted limbs squirmed and he whimpered helplessly against the crumpled sheets in complete trepidation.

He's going to rape me... He's actually going to...

"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" Ciel suddenly yelled in panic, now willing to do anything to stop the blonde.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Alois murmured, completely lost in his task as he began pulling Ciel's pants down over his backside.

"IM CIEL GOD DAMMIT NOW GET YOUR DICK AWAY FROM MY ASS YOU SICK FUCK!"

"What are you going on about? Shut the fuck-"

"LISTEN YOU DUMB SHIT! I'M TELLING YOU THAT I'M CIEL! I'VE BEEN TALKING TO YOU ON KIK FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS!"

"What?" Alois shook his head, ceasing all his other movements completely.

"Yeah fucking 'King of booty shorts'... it's me. Surprised? Yeah well so was I! NOW GET OFF OF ME!"

"Wait, wait. What the actual fuck? Are you expecting me to believe that? How do you even know about that?"

"My fucking name is Ciel Phantomhive and you are Alois Trancy. I moved – and apparently, so did you."

"Yeah... I did..." Alois furrowed his brow in bewilderment, looking like the whole world came falling apart in front of his eyes. "But wait... I can't believe this. It's impossible. You can't be my Ciel. You're lying!"

Alois had forgotten all about what he had set out to do and Ciel could now easily release himself from the other's hold. With sore limbs, he got Alois off of his body as he sat up on the edge, watching the dumbfounded blonde intently.

"Check my phone if you want, I don't care. It doesn't even matter because you'll never hear from me again. Do you understand me? You're the worst human being I've ever met. I don't want anything to do with you."

"Gimmie your fucking phone," Alois demanded, practically hyperventilating while he waited for Ciel to release the device from his pocket.

As Ciel rubbed his aching wrists, the blonde went through his phone in silence before whispering in disbelief, "No... you're not serious. This is a joke. It's not true."

Nothing made any sense anymore.

Alois was panicking, every cell in his body was literally cramping with anxiety. Was this blue haired brat really Ciel – the one the blonde held so dearly that his heart had nearly felt like it was being ripped out when Ciel only minutes earlier had wanted the blonde to delete him from his life?

Alois had assaulted him. He had harassed him. He had made Ciel's life a living hell and now he had even... The blonde couldn't even think about what he had put the other through during the weeks they had known each other.

If this person really was Ciel, all that they had shared was now surely ruined – but he could fix that. Right? Alois had to fix it. He was determined to make things right. He was going to get his Ciel back, no matter what.

"It's fucking true!" Ciel spat and snatched his phone back. "Now if you'll excuse me, you fucking rapist... I'm going home."

"No wait! I wasn't going to do it! I was just gonna mess with you I swear!"

"Yeah sure… whatever you say," Ciel muttered as he made his way to the door.

"I'm serious. Ciel... Ciel please. Just stay for a couple of minutes?"

"I can't see how that would benefit me."

"Ciel please... I'm... I'm sorry! I would never do that if I knew! You know that! You know me!"

Ciel let out a snort, a frown etched on his lips as he turned his head to pin Alois with a contemptuous stare. "Know you? Yeah right. You are not my Alois. You're a vicious piece of shit. I can't believe you fooled me like that. Good bye Trancy."

"Ciel!" Alois called out as the other male slammed the door shut behind him. "...please, stay."

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