I read the manga becuase I couldn't wait to see what was after the Public School arc (the last minute scene after the credits) and I was unsatisfied with the fact that even the manga is also ongoing.
If you don't want to spoil the manga/want to wait for it to be animated, then this isn't for you. It's purely from the manga after Public School arc with my take on it after the cliffhanger of chapter 212.
important: In the flashbacks, or encounters with both twins together, real Ciel will be called Ciel, and our Ciel will be called Sirius (the fortune teller from the blood testing called our Ciel "Sirius" when the real Ciel showed up.)
Heavily inspired from the song Secret by The Pierces.
After an uncharacteristic and unmannered episode of Ciel's frustration being taken out on the poor chicken the way an Earl would never, Ciel was sure that his undead twin should be killed.
When his brother showed up suddenly, Ciel was horrified. He was sure his brother was killed. Killed by the cult that tried to summon a demon for themselves. Using his brother's life.
Ciel was so sure the boy was killed becuase it was how Sebastian was here. Ciel was using the demon summoned using his brother's sacrificed soul, as twisted that sounded.
So, seeing him standing perfectly fine and poised at the top of the stairs, reclaiming his supposed position was the Earl of Phantomhive, was beyond Ciel's capacity.
If the icing on the cake was the Scotland Yard barging in and seeing two copies of the famous and mysterious boy, the Cherry on top was that Ciel was framed for being the mastermind of the killings from blood loss done by that secret organiziation! He was called a fraud and a serial killer.
Everything he worked and built from scratch, the Funtom company, the manor, the staff he had, his title, his reputation, his everything, had crashed down in an instant because his dead brother showed up. His first words were enough to get Ciel arrested. Damn it all.
He didn't understand how Undertaker managed to revive his brother so neatly. That must have been the best living doll yet. It underwent growth, mentally and physically, it thought, it spoke so well. And the living doll was the real Ciel Phantomhive, the real Heir.
Now that everyone knew the real one was alive, the Ciel they knew and interacted with was thrown out of the equation, tossed aside like the spare he was.
Though Ciel knew that internally, he would never be like his brother. His twin bad impeccable health, he was smart, he was likeable and sociable, he was strong, full of life. He even had a fiancée early on!
Ciel wasn't jealous, he could swear on anything that he wasn't jealous at the time. He was sad that his parents often played with his brother outside when he was sick inside. He was gloomy when they went on that boat ride without him when he fell sick, even though he was the one who insisted they went.
He was also lonely when this fiancee, also cousin, preferred to play with his twin over him because the girl wasn engaged to his brother. Ciel only had his brother, and that girl just came along and swept him with her contagious positivity.
Even then, his slightly older brother still reached out to him. He took Ciel's hand and walked him through the darkness and outside it. When they were captured, he promised to protect the younger sibling. The one who always cried first, the one who depended on the real Ciel.
The real Ciel wanted to protect his brother and keep him alongside him in the manor, even if only one could inherit the title and the property and everything. When the shy twin decided that what he wanted was to open a toy company, to establish his own fame and wealth becuse what he was living with and using was going to go to his brother one day, his older twin was depressed.
For the first time, Ciel could see disappointment in his older brother's eyes. It wasn't that Ciel didn't want to stay with his brother. No, he wanted it so bad.
But, he had to man up. He didn't want to be a burden.
That's why, when his brother was killed, and that demon insisted it make a contract with only the young boy out of the people from the cult, he reached another resolve.
His Ciel was now dead. And the orphaned boy was left alive and alone, family tarnished and dragged through the mud. It was up to him to rise now. With his beloved brother dead, he could be Ciel.
No, he could only pretend to be Ciel. Take the name, take the title. Built everything up again. Avenge himself and his brother.
Put everything into it's place.
Ciel didn't mean to steal his brother's title, or property, or duty becuase it was disgusting anyways now that he did the dirty jobs, or his eccentric fiancée who knew nothing personal space and quietness.
Ciel only had the best intentions. He was too young to think of identity theft, tax evasion, and all the slander and excuses put in the papers that have now turned completely against him.
After the end of his display of animalistic instinct to just eat, and everyone agreeing with his plan, he found himself regretting that action. An earful he didn't want to hear now from the dutiful butler about his rather poor display of manners that the butler spent the past three years makinf sure he learnt was going into one ear and out the second.
However, with Lau in the equation, things were made easier. Splitting into groups, prepping new identities and memorizing backstories to infiltrate illegal blood collection centers of the secret organization, was done in the shortest time ever, and the Phantomhive employees, who have never done anything right in housekeeping, showed great effort and perseverance in studying their roles.
Mey-rin and Ran-Mao almost easily managed to crash down the blood collection center of the shallow nobleman who thought he was recruiting bride candidates. Idiot man was swarmed by a hoard of angry women wrapped in blankets after knowing hiw they were being used, in body and in blood.
Bard and Lau managed to stop another center miraculously, after almost getting killed by an undead doll posing as a nurse, something to report to their young lord once they reunite after everyone finished their respective tasks.
Finnian and Snake, however, faced the worst losses, with Snake dying asnhe sacrificed himself. He didn't expect to die at Doll's hands, but at least he was spared from thinking about how messed up his life has been between joining the circus that turned out to be kidnapping children, and then joining the Phantomhive staff that killed his family for the kidnapping issue.
And Finny, he didn't want to leave his friend, no, bht he had to live for the sake of his young master. The young master that saved him, sheltered him, fed him, clothed him, taught him how to read, and much more! His master was more important than Snake, who was left with a slashed neck bleeding out in a regretful Doll's hands...
Sebastian and Ciel had an entirely different part.
Return the dead back to its death.
They were going to kill the real Ciel...
"I'll always protect you, here, and when we leave." Ciel hugged his younger twin tightly and protectively, burying his head in his chest and wrapping his arms wround hisnhead and body to maximize their contact and keep them warm. His younger brother was freezing cold, and it was a matter of time until he fell ill.
Ciel could only provide Sirius with his warmth to keep him safe, and the younger boy was almost always in Ciel's arms. His eyes were covered every possible moment to protect him from the atrocities Ciel was seeing. If he was going to protect his younger brother, he had to do everything to keep his innocence intact, body and mind.
If one of them had to suffer more, Ciel decided it would be him. He was the heir to the Earldom. If he couldn't handle this, if he couldn't protect his beloved Sirius, then he wasn't worthy of being the Heir of Phantomhive.
He had to do his best, he tightened his arms his younger brother, who was unconscious, probably too tired from the lack of nutrition and food, in addition to the cold and mental exhaustion. They were fed using funnels, and they had to swallow everything because they wouldn't get anymore in a while. Though, the food was barely edible. It was disgusting, even if it was all they had at that time.
On an another day, they were both awake, and they saw the third kid they were sharing their cage with being dragged out after having not moved in a few hours. He died...
They were probably going to end up like that...
Ciel bought his brother closer to him, tightening his grasp around him as if trying to reassure him, to remind him that he was still there. It was all too much, too much for their little bodies, too much for their little minds.
Ciel shut his eyes tightly and he fought back tears. He had to be strong for Sirius. At that point, his entire being and will to live were dedicated to keeping his younger twin. Everything for his Sirius, the only one left. If it was needed, he was willing to give up being the Earl to his younger brother to keep him next to him.
The only reason he would still claim his position, if he was still alive and outside this hellhole to do that, was for his brother's safety, because his brother had a weak and frail body that kept him shy and indoors alot of time.
His present for his brother, his future was for his brother.
He needed him to live, Ciel couldn't live without his younger twin...
Because even as he was the more outgoing twin, meeting and greeting people, who had a fiancée ready for him and all, he couldn't give them the space they wanted in his heart and consideration. Because that space was mostly dedicated for his younger brother. He couldn't bear to be separated.
After all, it was the reason he cried when Sirius easily said he wanted to go to London and open a toy company. He was afraid that his brother would move on in another dimension while Ciel was stuck being an Earl.
Their parents didn't really overthink Ciel's attachment to his younger twin, even if they wondered how it wasn't the opposite, because they believed that they would grow out of it in time. They were twins, they shared faces and toys and room and parents; it was easy to get attached.
They simply didn't notice how Ciel was willing to not play with Elizabeth when she came over for him, only to stay with his sick brother. They didn't notice how Ciel's eyes darkened slightly when Sirius insisted he go down and play outside, thinking that Ciel must prefer to play outside rather than staying cooped up with his sick sibling.
But it was not true. Nobody understood just how much he adored and loved his brother. No one could understand how far he would go for him, Ciel thought as he rubbed his hands over Sirius's cold arms. It was probably nightfall again. Sirius would always grow colder in the evenings, even more in this unusual place.
The resurrected Ciel sat for hours on end on the Phantomhive Earl's desk, tirelessly reading documents and ledgers from the past three years, seeing how well his younger brother had handled everything quite perfectly.
It was a surprise, really. Ciel had Undertaker to riase him on some basics, but nothing on this kind of work. Nor was he willing to try do amything about it, from the way he remained lounging by the window behind his desk the entire time. Tsk, the bastard.
Tanaka, the dutiful, however old, former butler kept on bringing in more and more work to the office. Did his younger brother really do all of this on his own? Amazing. He was proud. When he couldn't do the job because he was killed, and being put in one piece again, his brother stood up firmly and worked more much more hours than Ciel did so far.
"That reminds me, my brother had very few servants, didn't he?" He asked
"That was because he had a superb butler named Sebastian. With hin on board, we were anle to make do with the bare minimum number of staff." Tanaka answered truthfully, though he knew not of how that butler was able to complete all his tasks amazingly and perfectly.
"Then how many did the previous generations employ?" It couldn't be much more than that, right?
Gardeners, personal maids, butlers, footmen, laundry maids, a chef and his assistants, a few more here and there... "Going by the list I just stated, at the very least, we would need more than thirty people, by my estimates." Hah... really much more than he thought he needed. Indeed, how did his younger brother's servants manage to keep the mansion in tip-top condition?
Yet, he was still so proud of his brother managing to make his toy company come true. Though he raved on about revenge, he still managed to incorporate his dream in the mixture and move on! The rabbits -that Tanaka said were samples for the Christmas collection from his brother's company- reminded him the Rabbit Feves they got from their advent calender on their tenth birthday, the fateful day.
He looked fondly hugged and rubbed his cheek on the rabbit, before ordering Tanaka to dispose of everything. It was pointless now.
With the moon rising higher in the sky, Undertaker cradled a stiff body of the undead Ciel that slipped into blankness. "You've taken it far, my Lord." He needed his energy, because he wasn't completely alive yet.
It was a miracle to see just how much episodes and will to live the older twin had, even at his deathbed. It made the process of rebuilding the earl's body and memories easier. He really was his best model of his project.
That lower master from Weston was a bit troublesome, but he was pretty great, even if he tripped on every flight of stairs he wanted to take down.
Even the nurse he planted in that home for recuperating soldiers was a well made doll. Her only problem was that she was rather childish in her actions considering her position.
"Young master, your plan to dispose of the doll, you say, is by killing him yourself?" Sebastian questioned. He had to! It was his master's safety he was talking about here. Undertaker was in the Phantomhive mansion, always with the undead Ciel.
Though as his master walked him through his plan, it became apparent how much of a great decision he'd made when choosing a human to serve within that cult. Indeed, his young charge was becoming a well rounded, yet still deceivingly sharp, soul. He couldn't wait till it reached just the right amount of matureness and saturation.
The dutiful butler dressed his master according to the role he told him he'd take to infiltrate his own mansion, and get rid of his creepy doppleganger.
There was a slow humming echoing in their surroundings. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
His young master was humming.
He never hummed before. "May I ask what it is you're humming, my Lord? I'm afraid I don't recognize it."
"You may." But he remained silent for a few moments. Sebastian threw a follow up question, seeing how his master didn't seem inclined to answer.
"I said you may ask, not that I'd answer." He brushed it off. "If I lived, you'll find out."
He was aware that his master knew that bringing his brother back from the dead kept part of his personality, the one that was willing to go to the moon and back for Sirius, even if there was now hintsnof mocking and superiority. The last two were a result of Undertaker's ministrations, for sure, and they would pose some trouble, but not enough to force his master into submission.
Oh, Sebastian was excited now. He hasn't felt such ecstasy since the last kitten he'd seen...
"Sebastian, this is an order. Mame yourself undetectable when we're within the Manor's range. I enter alone. You will not confront Undertaker. Only when I call you, should you interfere. Got it?" A blue eye sparkled under the moonlight, and the violet other shone with the seal of their contract, signifying the absolution of the order.
Sebastian's red eyes glimmered slightly as he knelt on one knee, with an arm over his chest, looking up at his master as he slyly yet seriously said "Yes, my Lord."
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He dropped himself on the forest grounds for a few times, some of them he actually accidentally tripped. It served to help his 'helpless' state. For the first time since the incident with the wolves, where he cried because it wasn't himself in control, Ciel allowed the thought of tears to pass.
He had to look believable. His older brother always caved in when he cried, always worried and fussed over his younger brother if he cried.
He knocked on the main doors, standing there, tattered and dirty clothes on his body where some cuts and bruises could be visible. He was shivering from the cold, something he couldn't fake, and he sniffled slightly to emphasize his sorry state. Mentally, he tried to keep his thoughts of pain and longing so that his expression could match.
A set of doors opened revealed a shock faced Tanaka, who certainly didn't expect the unannounced guest. Ciel put a finger on his lips before, game start.
"Help, please!" He pleaded like he's never done in the past few years. He hated how he was doing so many things that were now out of his character, but were definitely him before the kidnapping.
He dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around his abdomen tightly. He was cramping slightly from the cold. Well, one more thing to make his act more believable. Thank miracles and his weak constitution.
Undertaker showed up at the top of the staircase facing the double doors, looking smug as usual as he stared down at the young boy.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" He asked as he descended the stairs as relaxed as possible, as if there wasn't a collapsing boy in front of him.
"A demon came, trying to- trying to take my soul-" his speech was cut off with a series of cough. Damn it, not the time for his asthma to act up.
Or wait- was it?
"Sebastian wasn't doing well against him-" more coughs that made him double down from the force "told me to run away. I don't have anywhere else to go." His breathing was laboured, body freezing and in some pain. His chest burned.
The Undertaker sighed, picking up the boy and heading inside with him "The poor boy, so strong that he couldn't keep up... hihihi"
Laying the child on a bed in one of the many guest rooms -after all, the real earl was here- made him sigh in relief. The boy hadn't slept on a bed in a while. It was so welcoming that he felt himself drift to sleep, even as he tried to force his eyelids to remain open; they were so heavy.
His last word before falling asleep was a muttered "Ciel"
"So you're saying that Sirius came here on his own? Looking like he'd seen better days?" The undead Ciel questioned. It was too risky for his younger brother to be wandering around when he was a wanted person. Yet, according to Undertaker and Tanaka, the boy was roughed up a bit, and seemed to be developing a cold, too.
He scoffed. Yes, leave it to Sirius to get sick at the worst possible timings ever. He always fell ill when there was something important coming that it was a surprise he wasn't faking them.
"Shall I start drawing his blood, my Lord?" Undertaker asked, once Tanaka was out of sight. It was a great opportunity.
"Absolutely not!" The current earl swiped his hand behind him, brandishing the thought from Undertaker's thoughts. "My brother will grow even more ill if you do this now. His illness always easily took a turn to the worst."
Oh. Undertaker thought, for a minute there, that his doll of an Earl was really worried about his alive brother. Well, he technically was, but not for entirely noble reasons. Indeed, they couldn't have their most important blood supply -the one with the identical and best blood match for Ciel- die becuase of one wrong move, especially that he was under their wing now.
"Well then, we shall wait." Undertaker shrugged. "Though if I may suggest, do try to be affectionate to your brother, it might change his mind about killing you. And who knows? Maybe he'd grow to willingly give you his blood." He snickered. Humans were so gullible, after all. All it took was false reassurance and a promise of a calmer life to make most people give up their biggest ambitions or desires.
And a thirteen year old traumatized boy couldn't be much too different, right?
Ciel hummed in acknowledgement, making his way to where his younger twin slept with a cup of hot milk, sweetened with honey -just like the good old days.
He slowly sat by his brother's side, who stirred awake at the sudden shift in weight on the bed.
"Hey, you're awake." Ciel smiled, speaking ever so gently.
"C-Ciel?" The boy tried to sit up, and the Earl helped him.
"I bought you a cup of milk. With honey too. You liked that before, didn't you?" The soft voice was so deceiving, and if the sick boy wasn't so intent on disposing of his deadly alive brother, he might have fell for the act.
Sirius returned the smile, though his face still looked a bit tired, thanking the other boy and drinking the contents of the offered cup.
Ciel kicked off his shoes, and climbed into the bed next to his brother, wrapping his arms around him and pulling them close to each other. He believed that his brother was under the haze of sickness, and he would accept this as a token of their rekindled love. "We'll never be separated again, Sirius, if that's what you want..." he murmured in his brother's ear lovingly and possessively.
The ill boy nodded and rested a hand on his brother's cold arm. The proof of his death.
"Got a secret, can you keep it?" Sirius said, voice seeming to be tainted with the lull of sleep.
"You can tell me anything. I'll keep your darkest secret with me and only me." Ciel whispered.
"Alright... tomorrow, I'll tell you." He smiled sleepily, forcing himself to go to sleep with a moving version of his brother's dead body.
The next few days seemed peaceful. Almost too peaceful for Sirius's liking.
But he noticed alot of things...
Ciel thought that he was going to stay here with him, fullfilling Ciel's childhood dream of being an Earl with his brother living with him.
Ciel didn't really like Undertaker, even though he's the one keeping him alive. Or, as alive as a dead body can be.
Ciel also hated the massive papework he had to reread after taking Sirius's position as Earl. Sirius could scoff at that. But he stuck to giving his brother supportive words and offering help, since he basically did thar first.
Undertaker didn't think that the younger twin was capable of pulling any tricks anymore. His butler was nowhere in sight, and from previous experience, he'd seen how easy the boy could die if his dutiful servant wasn't by his side. So, whenever Sirius whispered to Ciel that he wanted to tell him a 'secret', Ciel would dismiss the older man, who would leave without a second though to spare.
Sirius spoke of a lot of secrets, in fact. He hoped that he was successful by the end of this, or else he would suffer a great blow to his pride. He told his brother alot about his lifestyle, his weaknesses, some of the jobs with the queen as her watchdog, a few sprinkled 'emotional' secrets here and there.
"Swear this one you'll save." He looked dejected and downcast as he told his brother more on how he felt the night he was dragged to the sacrifical table. Ciel chuckled at the way he started speaking before a supposedly important secret. It was as if an emphasis on how deep it was.
Sirius made Ciel believe that he believed that he was going to be safe here forever. Never mentioning going back to his 'hectic and disturbing life', preferring to have his brother near.
They thought he was brainwashed, he knew that was the case once he noticed Tanaka taking not so discrete glances, looking sorry towards Sirius.
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He woke up rather dizzy a week after his arrival to the estate.
Shit.
They must have started drawing blood from him...
He fake-whimpered when he heard light footsteps with a small heel clacking, much similar to the ones Sirius wore as 'Ciel', making him always able to identify that one person coming to his room when he was awake.
"Sirius, are you alright?" The boy sounded worried, and pretty innocent. Bastard. It was almost as if he was a vampire. He was taking his brother's blood to live and still had the audacity to ask him about his wellbeing.
Sirius shook his head. "Just a little headache, will probably go away soon." He smiled, trying to sound as unsuspecting as possible.
"Hm, then you better have a nutritious breakfast today." Ciel said, starting to turn on his heel.
However, the boy in bed caught Ciel's sleeve before it was out of reach. "Better lock it, in your pocket; takin' this one to the grave." He stood in place for a moment before the message got through. He sat at the edge of the bed, running his thumb over his younger twin's forehand lovingly.
"Even though everyone believed I was Ciel when I took up the position, even when Elizabeth tried to grow closer to me because she thought I was you, I brushed her off. I don't know if she's glad that I did so these past three years, now that she witnessed that you're back." Ciel hummed in acknowledgement. "I hope I did the right thing."
"You may be physically weaker, but there's no doubt that you have an amazing mind. I'm sure that if you thought it was best, then it was." The older boy said in reassurance. Then, he pulled up his brother to his feet, the serious air broken by will. "Now, let's have breakfast!"
In the background, Undertaker looked at the twins, amused.
In an even further background, Sebastian hid in the shadows, concerned, for it has been a week since his separation from his master, and he had yet to hear any news...
"If I show you, then I know you won't tell what I said." He muttered, though Ciel heard it anyways.
Sirius was helping his brother with a specifically complicated procedure related to Ciel taking up the position of Earl. At first, the older twin was skeptical, worried that his brother would be jealous of this entire thing, but Siriusbwas taking it surprisingly well.
In fact, Sirius was walking him through the procedure, showering his brother with compliments and happy words claiming that he was elated that Ciel was able to reach this position. That he was excited to live with his brother the way Ciel wanted it to happen before.
In a room Sirius supposed he was alone in, he stared out a window.
He was feeling uneasy. He was afraid of the task now that he was this deep. Though he was no quitter, he didn't think he was such the impulsive person. Only now, did he realize how fucked up his situation was. Did he really throw himself in the lion's den? Or was it the snake pit?
His blood is being taken away, and he knew it. Though he couldn't let them know he did lest they killed him immediately. Sirius wanted to call for Sebastian to solve this to get it over with.
But he vowed to do this on his own. Troublesome it might be, he had to finish this sooner.
Recalling his plan, Sirius started humming that song again. It was pretty old, and he only heard it by chance. He couldn't remember where or when he'd heard it, anyways. But Sirius had an impeccable memory; the captivatingly dark and mysterious tune of the song made him memorize it the one time he'd heard it.
Crossing his hands over his chest, and resting them by the window, he leaned forward as he unconsciously sung the words. Voice barely above a whisper, though the emotiness of the bland guestroom made it easy for the sound to echo between the walls and into the dark hallway...
Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?
The soft voice attracted the similar other. Ciel came around to hear his brother unexpectedly singing. Though low it was, it was obvious nonetheless. He smiled, though slightly concerned. He thought the words were distantly familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it
It was as if his brother was calling him in for another secret like the past two weeks.
But no one keeps a secret, no one keeps a secret...
Was it true though? Ciel knew that adults didn't often keep the secrets their kids told them. But Ciel has never spoke of his secrets with Sirius with anyone, yet.
Why.. when we do our darkest deeds, do we tell?
He wondered too. Ciel stood by the door, a hand on the doorframe, the other limp by his side. His brother had a rather pretty voice, he forgot that.
They burn in our brains, become a living hell
It was why people tell if they messed up. It was also how a lot of people -foolish people- ended up reported to the police. They think someone they trusted will keep their darkest secret. But-
'Cause everybody tells, everybody tells...
The singing ceased to a simple humming. Ciel didn't believe how in sync his thoughts were to the song. He definitely knew this from somewhere. He'd heard it somewhere, surely. But where?
Who?
When?
Ciel clutched his head, groaning in pain as the sudden thoughts seemed to try to unlock something in his head. He slipped to the ground, losing control over himself from the unexpected waves of pain that washed by him.
In the blur surrounding him, Ciel felt his brother rush to his side, shocked at his presence and state.
Ciel could see an unusual hesitation in his brother's eyes. What was that for? Not knowing what to do next? Or was it to do or say something?
"Sh-should I call for Undertaker? He'll know what to do." Sirius finally said. Ciel was barely registering what was being said. Though he could understand that his brother wanted to call for Ciel's keeper.
That eased his concerns. Sirius was not there to infiltrate the manor and dispose of him. If that was the case, he would've done the deed now that he had the chance like never before. But he decided he would call for Undertaker if needed. That said something, at least.
"No, just stay like this a little more, please." Ciel said softly, his eyelids drooping heavily as he felt his younger twin's soft hand gently caress the dark blue locks on his head thar rested on Sirius's lap. Oh, if this was bliss, he could die happily.
He didn't remember a time where he was the one being taken care of when it was only the two of them. It was always Sirius who was bedridden, always Sirius who was tripping over his feet and stumbling over little things. And it was always Ciel running to his side to nurse him back to good health, to pick him up after a nasty fall, to kiss his scraped knee to make his brother's pain go away.
He didn't know how Sirius felt until now. And he liked it.
"Do you need my blood to awaken?" Sirius broke the peaceful silence with a whisper. No one could hear it. Not even Undertaker, who was possibly brewing something atrocious again while he fantisized about something or another, or else Sirius's head might have been seen flying out of the window.
Though Ciel heard. His eyes shot open. "You- you know?!" He choked out. He didn't know if he sounded guilty, he didn't want to look like a dear caught in the headlights. He didn't want to look like he'd been doing something wrong. He wasn't! It wasn't him who asked for this to be done!
"I won't tell anyone. Not even Undertaker. Does drinking the blood help or does it have to be an IV?" Sirius asked, " 'Cause I'm not proficient with needles." He said sheepishly.
"I-I..." Ciel's 'breathing' quickened. It couldn't be! He didn't know if this was a trick of his exhausted body. Was he hallucinating? No, Undertaker told Ciel that he was still far from being a complete human; he couldn't hallucinate. Not yet. Not now.
"I'll do it if it's you." Sirius insisted. Just how could Ciel turn this opportunity down? His brother was offering himself -his blood- to him. He would've jumped in glee, but he had no energy for that; it was also unbecoming of an Earl of Phantomhive...
"Okay" Ciel breathed out.
He felt Sirius maneuver him to lean him against a wall, then saw his brother's blurred form walk farther to retrieve something and quickly return to his side.
Ciel didn't see, but a coppery smell flooded his senses. A finger was pushed in his mouth, liquid oozing from it in a gentle flow. He swallowed the meal greedily, licking and sucking at the offered finger.
He then gasped, immediately pressing a hand at his chest. It was wet and thick.
No.
Nononono.
NO!
"S-Sirius?" Ciel muttered around the finger still in his mouth.
His eyes, that focused once he'd had his first drink of blood, saw the face mirroring his own staring at him coldly, blankly, with absolute loathing tainting the beautiful face. " 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead,"
His brother stabbed him in the chest. Though this didn't kill him like a human would, since he was a living doll, but he wasn't unaffected either. Having already been needing blood, losing blood meant he would lose consciousness in the next minute or so.
"Why?" He choked out.
"You died, however unfortunate that was, you should have remained dead. I didn't impersonte you for fun; it was for revenge. For you. And how did you pay my sacrifice? By making me an outcast and a wanted criminal just by showing up." Sirius was talking, but he was actively stabbing different areas of his brother's body.
He couldn't extract the ring from his brother's stomach three years ago. But now, it was his duty to put his brother right where he belonged; below the dirt.
"U-Under-" Ciel threw up a copious amount of blood, trying to aave himself with calling "Unde-Undertaker!"
"SEBASTIAN! IT'S AN ORDER, DISPOSE OF UNDERTAKER AT ONCE." Sirius shouted, and the demon was in the room at once. However, Undertaker was a second earlier, seizing the live twin into his grasp, his death scythe already at his neck.
"Hihihi, I severely underestimated you, Hakushaku. Well played, though, I commend you" The silver-head claimed.
Sirius found it in him to scoff despite his situation "Like I need the recognition of a royal bastard like you."
"Now, shitsuji, let's see what we can do in this case." He said, ignoring the captured boy's hissy fit. Sebastian took a look at their surroundings. His master was inches away from death, his doll of a twin had yet to become completely limp even as he lay in a pool of blood, though discarded to the side, he was.
"I'm sure we can reach an understanding here, if only you leave my master first." His utmost priority, even above the issued order, now was to keep his Lord's neck intact, and Undertaker was posing a problem there.
"Sebastian. I order you to end this, this instant. I don't care if I die."
"Now, now, my Lord, this isn't how it goes. Remember our contract, you staying alive until your wish is complete is crucial. This would be a violation. I can't do that." Said Lord looked bewildered, his hands were tied. Well, in the not literal manner cause in reality, they were too.
"Sebastian, kill my brother."
"Yes, my Lord." The butler smirked, a huge stride putting him in front of the imposter boy, who was suddenly snatched just as his fingers brushed the body.
Instead, he caught his own boy, who was let out Undertaker's grasp in the moment of confusion. Oh, so that was his master's game.
Sebastian's senses flared with familiar presences, and with that, he muttered a quick apology to his master before he practically threw him out of the window; said boy screaming for his life.
He expected an encounter with death, or a hard floor, his eyes were screwed shut, body curled on itself on fear. He was going to die!
Sirius cracked an eye open when the impact never happened. He found himself in the thin arms of a boy, with a straw hat over blonde hair. Finny! Looking sideways, he saw the remaining servants beside the gardener.
"Bard, keep the young master safe! Finny and I will help Sebastian inside." Mey-rin all but ordered the chef, and rushed inside to aid with the fight. The chef would have groaned, but he realized that his task was to keep his employer alive. That seemed like a tough job, considering how his master was prone to all sorts of weird things these days.
Inside the mansion, a three-on-one fight was brewing, only to turn into a five-on-one, once Grell and William joined in, initially to collect Ciel's soul, but were inevitably roped in the fight.
Undertaker demonstrated the reason the organization couldn't track him down and dispose of him, though his slip was in the form of trying to defend Ciel, who was still bleeding out on the floor. It was a miracle that there was still any blood pouring out of him.
His attempt at defense and attack cost him a lot, and the longer the fight drew, the more it was apparent that he would lose.
If Undertaker valued his life, which he dearly did, he would abort the issue and hand and run away.
And run away he did, real Earl be damned. As fun as this had been for a while, he did not sign up for this kind of thing. The Phantomhives have proved that they were more than he could handle, and a bloody Undertaker took off from the same window, shooting straight to the sky, disappearing from everyone's sight in the process.
"Can none of you use doors?!" Bard shouted from below, and everyone in the bedroom froze in place, taking in the chaos the room was in, and the damage made to their bodies.
Damn powerful reapers with scythes that made massive damages! Everyone was huffing and puffing, the fight takin a toll on all of them.
"Because of all of you, I'll be staying up to work overtime for days to settle this down. Tsk." William stated bluntly, as if no one was bleeding or panting from exhaustion.
The collection of Ciel's soul was swift. Well, as swift as waiting three years hunting it down can be.
The death reapers retreated with the soul thankfully retrieved, and Sirius was found kneeling over the finally limp body of his twin.
Only Sebastian remained in the room beside Sirius, who was still in front of his actually, finally, dead brother.
"So, you're saying that the Ciel that showed up, was Sirius's corpse? How come?!" Ciel's uncle exclaimed.
"Undertaker took my twin in an experiment, on the day he was killed, without my knowing. He did unimaginable things to make him look and speak like he was really alive. He was a more... developed version of those bodies on the Campania ship." Ciel explained, and Sebastian smirked in the corner, standing tall and polite as ever.
Ciel remained, then, and Sirius died once more in the chaos. Oh, how amazing his master was.
"We're sorry we ever doubted you. He, no, it, was so believable." Francis said.
"It's okay, Aunt Fran." Ciel said calmly, but was ultimately thrown to the ground by his cousin, who jumped at him with no decorum of the noble she was, crying and apologizing for acting the way she did, that she was royally decieved into thinking that she was decieved. Ciel almost, almost, winced. Sebastian faked a cough, however.
"On that note. Uncle, Aunt, Lizzy, and Edward." Ciel turned the atmosphere that Wlizabeth softened into a tense one again, intertwiing his fingers on his lap as he straightened up. "I want to ask for your permission in the annulment of my engagement with Elizabeth."
The cry of all four people rose, confusion and anger being the most powerful emotions.
"You bastard! You dare to take my sister's heart and throw it away?!" Edward pounced to Ciel's couch, and pulled the smaller boy's collar to him, threats rolling off his tongue as if he was ready for murder. No, scratch that. Not if. He was ready for murder
"It's just that, I can't love Lizzy more than a cousin and friend. I'm not throwing her heart. I'm honouring it and returning it to her so that she can find someone who will love her the way I can never. I've unfortunately suffered a lot more than you may think, and it might just not be the love Lizzy deserves to have. I can't make her happy."
The girl sobbed, whether from heartbreak or thankfulness for her cousin's 'sacrifice' for Lizzy's happiness, he didn't know. It was best his relatives thought the best of him. He had to stay in their good graces in order to avoid such issues to rise once more.
One undead doll's appearance was enough to ruin three year's worth of pain and efforts, and Ciel didn't like how unstable he was in society. He had to do better. Or else, how could he be the Earl of Phantomhive?
Ciel remained with his family, the conversation taking a lighter direction finally, until Sebastian intervened- he mentally noted thatbhe should thank the butler more often. "My Lord, I hate to be the one to break this merry gathering. However, your meeting with the manager of London's branch of the Funtom company is due soon. We have to rectify the errors caused by the chaos of the past few weeks."
The guests were seen off, and the gates of the Phantomhive manor were once more shut...
"Good thinking, Sebastian." The Earl said, not sparing said butler a second glance, however.
Following his master to his bedroom to change his attire, Sebastian found himself curious for answers for the first time in a while. "Young master, now that you're well and alive, how about that song?"
Ciel chuckled. "I've heard Undertaker sing it for my father before. And then I sung it to my brother, but we were both grounded because mother heard it and was absolutely horrified that we knew it."
"My, my, what a naughty boy my master was..."
"Shut up, demon, or I'll make you stay with Pluto tonight."
"Apologies, my Lord." The demon's eyes flashed red, his master really knew how to annoy him. Anything but the disgusting creature...
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