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Warning: Hmmm. There's a bit of Sebix. We are getting some insight into Kurt and Felix's past, but mostly Kurt's. Ciel is really cute in this one. ^-^

Chapter 16: Nightmares

"Alex! Come on we have to get home, Felix is probably waiting for us!"Marie shouted to her little brother.

Alexander Kurt Bellingham bounded up to her and tugged at his sister's skirt in excitement; his eyes wide and bright green, immediately bringing life and spring to the dingy streets of London as they walked together towards the house.

Marie's hair was a frightfully pale blond and her skin was pale and almost morbid. She looked like a fairy or a vampire, and Alex loved her so much for helping take care of him while their father was away on work. His mother was beautiful too. She had long almost white hair like his sister and bright green eyes that mirrored his own. His father gave Alex his curly brown hair, but his bizarre golden eyes made him resemble a lion. Alex always found himself slightly frightened of his father, but as soon as the man's warm hand ruffled his hair, he always smiled.

His mother was very sick, but very smart. She always taught him where not to go, and what not to do. He always would bring her something new home after he went out with Felix. Perhaps it wasn't always legal in the way he got it, but it made his mother smile so it was worth it. He couldn't wait until Felix and Marie got engaged. It was already being talked about since they were already close friends.

He bounded up to the door first with Marie coming up behind them. Felix stopped her to give her hand a squeeze before walking her up to their home.

"Slow down kid! It's not like the house is going somewhere!"Felix laughed.

Alex laughed and swung open the door, "Play with me! Promise-"

"Welcome home Alex." A warm voice laughed with him.

Alex stopped in the stone foyer and smiled wide at the sight of his father. The same unruly brown hair and his warm, but slightly feral golden gaze.

"Father! You're back!"

Felix smiled at Alex's father as he held open the door for Marie to step inside. It was a warm reunion of family and soon to be family member with the head of the family. The redhead grinned and shook the man's hand.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Bellingham."

"Good to see all of you, but I can't stay for long, I came to see Monica and you guys before my next trip. It's most likely going to be long."Mr. Bellingham sighed and ruffled Alex's hair.

"Not again! Papa, why do you have to leave all the time?"Alex frowned sadly.

Mr. Bellingham smiled sadly and looked at Marie and Felix.

"Mind giving us a minute alone?"

Felix nodded and pulled Marie towards the living room. They fit together so naturally that Alex knew they would be married soon. Then Felix would be his brother in law. It would be perfect, even when his father wasn't home. Alex's father grinned and gently wrapped an arm around his shoulders as he led him up the staircase towards his mother's room.

"Let's go visit your mother shall we?"

Alex nodded. Not knowing why he felt sad when his father said that. Not knowing why his father sounded sad as well. He felt a tug in his throat, like he was supposed to be doing something, but didn't know what.

"Papa? I feel different…"Alex stated in confusion as they stopped in front of his mother's door and his father slowly pushed it open.

"…It's alright. That's normal. I want to show you something Alexander."His father walked in.

Alex's mother smiled weakly as her husband and son walked in together. Bedridden, but knowing she gave a small laugh before opening her arms wide weakly. Her silver hair was mussed up, but still remained flowing and beautiful, like her pale white skin. Her bright emerald eyes looked up at Mr. Bellingham's sad amber ones and they both knew.

"Come here Kurt. Momma wants a hug sweety."

Kurt was the nickname his mother gave to Alex, his middle name was apparently 'cute'. Alex didn't mind. He thought it was a loving name, one that he wanted to have his mother call him forever despite the fact he knew that she wouldn't be able to. He grinned and ran over to gently hug his mother with a huge grin he knew would make her feel a little bit better.

"I'm home Monica. How are you feeling?"

"…light. Light as a feather. I'm glad you're home Jack, how was work?"

"Same old. Same old. But it's not finished yet."Jack Bellingham responded with a sad smile as he ran a hand through his wife's hair.

"It will never be finished darling, I knew this."She smiled and rubbed her face into Alex's soft hair, "So then…he is afterall…?"

"Yes…It's time…"Jack stated, with a few tears running down his face. Alex looked up in confusion, as his father cried with a comforting smile. Time for what?

"Alex, come here."

Alex kissed his mother quickly before standing up in front of his father. The man looked sad and in pain as he pulled out a small metal device and handed it to Alex. The boy looked at the object in his hand and rolled it in between his palms, feeling something move inside him as he fiddled with it. There was a dark energy from it, but also a bit of light energy. Bittersweet aura that made him uncomfortable. What was this thing?

"Alex. This is a shard. It's a small crystal that my job is to harvest so that they can be made into indestructible weapons, such as this one here. There's a very…specific job for those who own a shard. They are shard masters, also known as…lords of death."

Alex flinched as the object in his palm suddenly extended into a huge blade the size of a small bike. He looked at it fearfully and darted a glance at his father. Lords of death…death gods…shards…

"Kurt. Don't be afraid. You know what you have to use this for…it's alright sweety. Come here."

Jack looked away from Alex to his wife as he edged his son towards her. His wife was on the brink of death, he knew that because he could feel it. He knew Alex could feel it as well. She was going to die soon, she was going to be reaped soon. His son…

"Alexander. You and I are reapers, as reapers it is our duty by God to reap the souls of the dead or dying. You MUST do this…"

"N-No…I don't want to…"Alex sniffed, but his arm was already moving towards his mother's weak frame, her cinematic record already pouring out of her with her smile still upon her.

"I love you…"

"NOOO!"Alex screeched as he swung his blade towards her as his father cried.

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Kurt woke up panting, his body already sweating profusely as he saw his sheets scattered about him in frenzy with tears streaking down his face. He sobbed and sniffed, his green eyes glittering with his natural black rings of his irises expanding with a bit of gold rimming their perfect circular shape. He shook his head at the nightmare, but couldn't get rid of the terrifying images of his mother's body lying lifeless in front of him. The blade in his hands. His father taking back the death scythe before leaving him alone in the room, after telling him that he would return one day and that he loved him.

He jumped out of his bed and pulled on the bed robe that Felix had laid out for him before dashing out of his room and towards his butler's room. He opened the large oak door before him and ran inside. He gasped when he saw the seemingly sleeping form of Ciel Phantomhive laying beneath the silk white sheets. He sniffed before turning around to quietly exit.

"Who's there?"Ciel's jaded voice called out from beneath the covers.

Kurt sniffed again and turned back around, "S-sorry, I was looking for Felix."

Ciel sat up, his hair falling over his contracted eye as his other azure and judgmental eye looked at Kurt's crying face. He sighed and looked away to make Kurt relax a little, knowing his eye could make people uncomfortable. He looked restless himself, and Kurt found himself marveling at the way the moonlight made his skin almost glow.

"Why are you crying like an infant? You should be asleep. We have business tomorrow."

"I-I have a lot of nightmares. And you should be asleep too…"Kurt wiped his eyes with a pout.

Ciel sighed again before darting a gaze at his new business partner. He moved towards the edge of the bed and pulled the sheets back over him. He grumbled a little before folding the sheets back on the other side. Kurt stopped crying and looked at Ciel's unmoving form in confusion.

"I-I get nightmares too. You can stay here…if you'd like. Otherwise, make sure to know your butler's quarters in the future, it's unsightly for a lord to not know where his servants are."Ciel mumbled and scooted over further.

Kurt widened his eyes before walking closer and grabbing the sheets unsure. He waited to see if the Phantomhive Earl was serious or just being funny. Ciel huffed and turned his head to glare at the boy. His hair ruffled.

"Are you going to get in or not? You're bringing cold air under the sheets."

Kurt sniffed again before slipping under the Earl's sheets, noting that they were softer and warmer than his own. He looked towards the cobalt haired boy beside him and turned to face the other way. Giving him a bit of privacy.

"Thank you…"

"You're not very good at this 'sleeping' aspect Kurt…"Ciel sighed and shifted a little, "Go to sleep."

"Right. Goodnight Ciel…"Kurt yawned and closed his eyes; finding himself comfortable in the Earl's bed.

"Goodnight Kurt."

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Felix sighed and rolled over again in his bed. He was having trouble sleeping, or sleeping at all actually. He looked at his room and grumbled in irritation.

His room was separated from the rest of the servants. He was grateful for that, but he was used to hearing Michael's snoring as he worked late into the night. Now he had to get accustomed to silence, except for the far off breathing from the other servants in the shared room down the hall. He would have to bring up to Sebastian that it was improper for a lady like Mayrene to be sleeping in the same room with a man…and…Finny. The blonde servant didn't really count as a man in his eyes. He was more of a child. But still, Mayrene should get her own room instead of him.

His room was plain to say the least. There were plain white walls and a stone floor that was cold. His bed was soft and made with pure white cotton sheets. It was actually a step up from his mattress on the floor with him exposed to the elements, but in turn it was a bit too soft. Felix sighed and swung his feet over the bed before grasping the mattress and moving it to the floor.

The publisher tried lying down on it again and found that it was much better and easier to get comfortable on. He looked up at the ceiling, finding himself missing the almost red ceiling that was ten feet above his head. He found himself missing, but not regretting.

And that's what angered him the most.

Hadn't he been happier at the factory than as a butler? He couldn't have missed it that much. He wanted to get this job over with and go back to publishing for the rest of his life. He didn't need to be involved with demons and such; he shouldn't be getting involved with that. His father always warned him not to. His father…

Felix frowned at the thought, he wouldn't cry about the death of his parents. He was surprised he remembered them in the first place. Of course he didn't remember much of his three years with them before he ended up in the orphanage, having no family. It was like his memories were locked away in some cage and he only remembered a few. Like the bedtime stories from his father and the comforting smile of his mother. He remembered the mountainous landscape, the small one-room cottage, always being away from society, and the clear and crisp air.

He wondered why he could remember the small things so vividly, but everything else was a blur. He knew that they couldn't just 'disappear', but he just couldn't remember what happened to them. They never left that house; there was no where that they needed to go, so what happened to his birth parents? He couldn't find it in himself to know; that made him feel angry.

He remembered the day Kurt's father just left. It wasn't any different because Jack left all the time, but he walking past Felix that one last time felt…definitive. It felt like it was the last time he would be leaving. It felt like it would be the last time they heard from him.

Felix was pissed off that it wasn't the last time. It was a year after Kurt's mother died that they got the first letter. It was sealed with a black oily plaque in the shape of Kurt's family crest. As soon as the boy opened it and read it he threw it to the ground with angry tears running down his face.

Felix had picked up the letter and read it himself, it was his father, asking him to meet with him in a specific place to discuss going to some school that the publisher had never heard of. Somewhere with a high pedigree of learning that apparently was necessary for Kurt to learn. He'd burned it.

After that, the same letters came every month. Usually along with letters from the writers of the Choppy Enquirer, and every time Kurt would tell Felix to read them before throwing them away. Never would the publisher read them aloud, they always stated the same thing. There never was an 'I'm sorry' or an 'I wish I were home'. It was always about this school. He told Marie about these letters and she ignored him. Marie started to become cold, and he noticed it too. She wouldn't make sure Kurt was home on time, or worry about where he was or what he did. She always complained about the things they didn't have when she went on dates. She always thought that people were out to get her, that there was nothing she could do about Kurt's rebellious stage. She was as ice cold as her hair made her, and Felix found himself treating her more like a friend than a fiancée, it wasn't long before he realized that he didn't love her in that way.

Apparently they had come to the same conclusion, but she didn't even want the friendship. Soon she began to get sick. Not terribly, but often. Kurt kept him informed about her health, but sometimes Felix wondered if the boy saw his sister enough to even know.

Felix was pulled from his thoughts as his eyes drooped. Strange, but he always stopped thinking as he slept. He edged into unconsciousness as he slowly dived into his rare land of sleep.

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I find myself standing in a familiar place. It's dark and cold; I peer through the bars of the red cage and look around. I see myself sitting comfortably as I step out and blink at his sleeping form. I see him more often nowadays; I notice this subtly before leaving.

I feel the familiar black aura surround me almost protectively as I drop out of my sanctuary, though I still hear someone screaming behind me. I wonder who's in pain, but it feels familiar, as if I left a part of me behind to release those terrible and dark screams.

I realize that I've entered the manor. Though I know that this time I can't touch or speak. I look around and see myself descending the staircase. Sebastian is walking behind me and I am appalled to see myself smiling as he grabs my arm and turns me around, pushing me against the staircase with his hands gripping my waist. I widen my eyes further as I see myself wrap my arms around the black butler's neck and place a passionate kiss on his lips.

I try to make a move to stop them, but I also find that I'm blushing at the sight of me making out erotically with him. I shouldn't be kissing a demon. I shouldn't be attracted to him. Is this going to happen in the future?

My future self lets out a small moan and I scream inside.

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"NO!"Felix awoke with a loud yell, his body sweating as he thought about the dream he'd just had.

He panted and looked at the small clock that he'd received to wake up on time. It was only four in the morning, but he'd received his necessary four hours of sleep. Felix noted that his face was flushed and that he was actually a bit…dare he say it…excited.

He hissed and quickly got up off the floor, disgusted with him for having such an erotic vision about that demon he was so scared of. Was he going to eventually find himself attracted to Sebastian in that way?

He growled and pulled on his clothes. Not a chance.

"The Earl Phantomhive will be in petticoats before I find myself attracted to his hell of a butler."

A/N: Oh Felix, he's already been in petticoats, so I'm afraid it's only a matter of time…

SubMe: I see where you're going with this.

Me: I'm not talking to you.

SubMe: Come on, you know I was only joking around.

Me: I can't believe you were just using me the whole time! *sniffs*

SubMe: I was only kidding, you know I love you.

Me: *sniffs* Really?

SubMe: Yeah. I'm completely narcissistic, so of course I love you.

Me: Fine, I promise to pay back every penny of money I just stole from your bank account.

SubMe: Be sure you do…wait a second, WHAT?

Me: See ya! Hope you guys liked this chapter.