Kuroshitsuji 1. 1 - Not The Average Ghost

**AN:**_ Just so everyone knows, in this story Ciel got kidnapped and hurt before his parents died, so his parents had time to find his kidnappers. Also, instead of his tenth birthday, it was his thirteenth birthday that he got kidnapped. ((BTW, Sebby is a demon still! Just so you know ^◡^ )) I don't know much about ghosts, I just know the basics *෴__* but I thought this plot sounded heckie awesome, so THERE YA GO! ʘ‿ʘ Also I wrote being a ghost different to what I have heard, but the way i wrote it makes it seem more realistic. (See the rest of this at the end notes) I'm sorry if he's OOC! (╥﹏╥__) He's wiser obviously and knows a lot more, but he still acts like a child sometimes. (˘‿˘ʃƪ) Ciel acts pretty much the same, I just write his emotions better then he actually expresses them. ≧ω≦ ANYWAYS, Thanks for coming! ≧❂◡❂≦ (*( Gonna add the tags as the story goes on )*)_ _ /distortedd/existence/edit_

My name is Ciel Phantomhive, aged at 139 years old. I am a ghost and have been one since I burned to death at the age of 13. I died by the hands of the very same people who kidnapped me so many years ago. I was so angry and confused although I knew what happened to me, I didn't want to believe it. At that time, all I wanted to do was find my revenge on our killers and avenge my parent's deaths. I didn't know why our killers did what they did but their reason is quite obvious now; my parents had been trying to find my kidnappers and my father was getting too close for their taste. When those beasts noticed, they took action.

One thing I have always found quite confusing is, I have never once seen another ghost; not even my own parents. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only ghost on the planet, but I know that isn't true. Knowing of how many people that have died in all of history; I would think the world would be overpopulated with ghosts, but I have never stumbled upon one. Maybe it is simply impossible for ghosts to notice or sense each other. Yet, even if I cannot see other ghosts and they shan't see me, I can still see humans and I have the ability to be seen by them. I have complete control over it, and have mastered it to an art. Before, I wasn't able to control it at all, switching between invisible and visible without knowing it. People would be frightened and I would just pretend not to know what was happening and act frightened; I am an exceptional actor and can fool almost anyone.

Anyways, As far as the stereotype goes, Scaring people for fun has long gotten old, and even when it wasn't old, I still hadn't liked it very much. I guess it all really depends on the type of person the ghost used to be. You change without wanting to when you die then come back as something different. You have a certain insight that only we know of. I sometimes wouldn't like to have it, I try not knowing what other people do and why they do it, but that's one of the downsides of being a ghost; you see too much and know too much. For me, many things changed. I could no longer eat sweets, and all games quickly became boring for me, but one thing that has always been a constant with me (the most inevitable) is solving cases. I am known around the world to be one of the greatest detectives alive but for certain reasons, every 30 years I change my name and form. I can only age my form little by little, and it's very hard to add aging details. It's just easier to become someone else every 30 years then have anyone be suspicious of why I don't age. Even when I'm in my human form though, my translucency is noticeable so I try not to be in human contact for too long. But after all that has happened and all my pretending to be something I'm not, I'm still dead and I'm still a ghost. I have long since gotten my revenge and my sole purpose in my existence is to solve cases; very depressing if you ask me. Though on another note, I have traveled the world to widen my range of where I solve crimes, but for some strange reason I have always drifted back to the place I died; The Phantomhive Mansion.

Yes, it sounds so utterly cliché for a ghost to stay at the place they died, but I'm not stuck here. I can leave at any time, it's my choice; I just sometimes find myself being here. I still feel like it is my home, my residence. I simply belong here and nowhere else. That's how I felt recently; but now some couple is moving into my mansion. I feel like someone is stealing my home away from me! I usually have control of who gets to stay in the mansion (In one way or another, I scare them away) but I somehow missed out on this. A handsome dark haired man and a woman with black curly hair and angry eyes strolls through the mansion, the woman's confident voice echoing within the empty corridors of the mansion, his deep voice responds to her in conversation every so often. I feel an endless yearning to get rid of them in the most painful of ways but after a moment of listening to their pointless chatter and watching the apparently intelligent looking man, I suddenly get the most unusual feeling from the raven haired man.

He isn't like anyone I have ever seen before. I get the weirdest vibe from him, like he isn't from this world and maybe he isn't supposed to be. He stops walking, right where the portrait of myself is, his face turned toward the painting, unknowingly letting me admire the stark contrast of his pale skin and his straight jet black tufts of hair. His looks are certainly outlandish; it should be illegal for one person to be so undeniably handsome. He looks at the portrait of me on the wall that still hangs after a hundred years and more, he gets closer to the picture with interest as I get closer to him and he almost touches the painting when he turns around; looking behind himself like someone had called his name. I feel a strange sensation overcome me, one I haven't felt in what feels like forever. Excitement. I cannot stop the fluttering frenzy of emotions, knowing that he might be able to sense my presence while invisible, something that no one has ever been able to do. I realize that I should let them live if I ever want to test this theory, but this will prove to be an exciting game indeed.

**AN:**_ anyways, continuing on where I left off earlier, I was saying how I think ghosts wouldn't be able to see/sense each other because dead people can't speak to other dead people, so why would ghosts be able to? If a ghost was to exist, he would exist alone. That's just what I think. And also, I made Ciel so he can sorta 'switch forms' between invisible and almost a human form. You can slightly see through him when he's in human form (translucent), but he's still solid, I don't know if that makes sense :I Anyways, review for me? =ʘ‿ʘ= I'm actually really excited for this work because I put a lot of thought into it, it's not like my other ones (‿ ) (≧◡≦)_


	2. 2 - Moving In

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((BTW, I know that ghosts cant really be killed, but lets just say Ciel tried to... get rid of himself? haha... but it never worked -ofcourse- because he would have to get rid of everything in the house.)) Hope you like it :D

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I had a week or so (until they came back) to think about what I should do with this newfound… opportunity. No one has been able to see my true form, so how could he? What will he do once he realizes that I am a ghost? Will he try to get rid of me; kill me? A dark laugh stumbles out of dry lips as I think to myself, 'you wouldn't be the first, believe me I've tried… to kill myself, that is.' the images flashing in my head like a bad nightmare and making me cringe with just the thought, I push all the bad memories away and shun them for another time. Presently, there are other matters to deal with.

For example, the raven haired couple bringing boxes and furniture in my mansion. I see them going up and down the stairs innumerable times, passing my parents portrait every time. Rarely ever engaging one another in conversation, she is usually the one guiding him to different rooms, and him bringing the boxes/furniture to them. It doesn't take long for me to question my earlier opinions about their relationship. It isn't like a normal couple's relationship, each passing glance they exchange never holds any affection, but in its stead holds something similar to are they to each other? I wish to ask them, but I shouldn't show them who I am just yet; not until I have a plan.

By the time they had unloaded the moving truck, it was almost 7:30 pm, the sun had long since gone. The woman tiredly drags herself to her room (the man silently following behind her)and falls onto the uncovered mattress, sighing in exhaustion and throwing the man a look of something very close to saying 'get out' with just her eyes. The man silently bows and leaves the room, gently closing the door behind him. My interest getting the best of me, I follow him into an unused servant room on the first floor where he settles on the bed. 'He's a servant?' I think to myself, more than a little confused and just a bit curious. The moonlight shines through the large window above the bed, falling onto his resting form, giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are closed for quite a while, making me believe he has fallen asleep. I choose to leave at that moment, but something stops me in my tracks. I turn around to find him standing behind me with an almost predatory gaze.

I jump back with a hand covering my mouth, my heart beating hard within my ribcage. Accidentally turning into my human form, I stand there frozen in place when he finally says, "why were you watching me?" a small smirk slides onto his face, his eyes glowing a disturbing red.

Breaths heaving in and out of my lungs, my heart racing and my mind desperately grasping for words. I try to snap myself out of this haze of uneasiness, but it is that moment he chooses to inch closer to me. His gaze made up completely of interest, eyeing my every move, "I have heard many rumors about this mansion being haunted, even the real-estate agent urged us to move elsewhere. This only made it more interesting." Drawing out his last word, making it seem creepier then it already was.

Never breaking eye contact, I will myself to be calm. My pride in myself has never failed; I stand a bit taller till my breathing finally comes back from its high. My eyebrows coming together in a show of anger and pride, "Who are you? Or actually, what are you?"

His eyes roam over my body while he thinks, making me want to shrink into a dark hole, so I back away from him. Showing him a face of disgust, not really faking it at all. (I can always see the face of desire, especially when directed towards me. This insight is good to have, but not when it makes me so damn uncomfortable!) His piercing eyes travel towards my eyes once he sees my attitude, "If I would tell you, you wouldn't believe me." His voice rumbles within the small dark room.

"Answer my question." I cross my arms in front of my chest, poking my chin out with steady breaths. Doing this made him break into low chuckles. His laughter only angers me, my black boots stomp forward on the unused flooring until my finger hits his chest, "Why do you know about me?! Tell me everything you know, or else I will-"

"Calm down." He holds his hands up into front of him; he apparently finds everything I do to be some unknown joke, his eyes smiling. "I will tell you, but you must trust me to be correct."

My mouth opening and closing until I finally find the right answer, "Fine." I back away, my heeled boots clicking on the wood.

He makes a gesture for me to sit on the bed, but my answer is a simple angry stare, and an eyebrow arching upwards. My arms crossing once again, waiting for him to start. He shrugs and then starts off with, "You are a ghost, a supernatural being. It truly confuses me that you haven't met someone of my kind."

"What are you?"

He sighs, "To put it simply, I am a demon."

My eyes widen in shock, but that's as far as I let my emotion show. I have heard of demons before, but I haven't heard much. I just know they feed off souls. I never believed in god or any spirit, but that changed once I died and came back. Things have been easier to believe since I died.

He smiles at my shock, and comes closer. "I can imagine you have many other questions."

"Why did you come here?" I lean back far enough so that I no longer feel his breath falling upon my skin.

"My contractor has business here." He takes a white glove off to reveal a black tattooed pentacle on his left hand. 'Ah, so that's how it works. Like a branding?'

Looking from his hand back to his eyes, my body screaming at me to get out but all the while still interested in this mysterious being. A demon. "If you're really a demon, why haven't you eaten her soul yet?"

His ever-present smirk grows wider with a knowing look, "When someone summons a demon, they are the master of that demon. The master tells the commands and we obey them, but all for a price." He tilts his head in some unknown emotion. Not unlike interest, but something slightly different. "And anyways, a soul tastes better after being cultivated. Depending on the finished orders, a soul can satiate our hunger for a little over a decade."

I look away, thinking about many things ranging from how dangerous this thing is, all the way to wonderment about what he can do, if he has powers? "Well then, Demon, do you have a name?"

He laughs, but then slowly bows (a proper bow, a butler from my time would bow almost identically to this. This makes me wonder how long he has existed…) before I can get annoyed any further, his voice starts sickly sweet, "Sebastian Michaelis, at your service."

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Notes: I drew pictures of them separately, Sebby in his modern clothes and Ciel in the clothes that he used to wear, so pretty much 1800's styled stuff.  
I might post them...  
SEBASTIAN IS SO HARD TO DRAW OH MY FRICKING GOSH!

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	3. 3 - Sooner Than Later

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I haven't seen Sebastian since that night in the servant's bedroom, but to expand on this matter, I haven't really been looking. It isn't like I have been avoiding him; it is just that I am waiting until I am fully knowledgeable about this creature. To make sure this thing can't harm me, but he indeed can. I am just a soul, he could eat me right up, and so I have to find a way to defend myself from him. But other then my research, I have spent most of my time solving cases (I don't sleep and I don't eat, so I work until I can't work anymore) and then the rest of my spare time, I researched demons and what they are able to do. It was surprisingly straight forward, a master summons the demon –accidentally or on purpose- and the person/master gives the demon orders. The demon follows the orders, for they are absolute. By researching demons, I recognize now that demons will do almost anything for a soul.

Speaking of souls, I have yet to meet the master. I wish to know her orders and what her wishes are, but I suppose that isn't my business. For now, at least. I have passed her multiple times in the hallways and the bedrooms (but of course she doesn't feel my presence). I don't know her name as of yet; the demon never says her name because he is the servant. I could always skim through their files, but I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm nosy, but not that nosy.

Presently, I walk down the stairway towards the basement where I have my study now. I hear light footsteps, but right as I turn the corner, they are gone. At this, I question my sanity, but the thought is gone once I feel a light push on my shoulder. (Probably meant to be a tap on my shoulder, but seeing as I'm a ghost, that would be highly difficult.) His silent speed constantly amazes me. He can scare even me with the lightest touches. I wonder how he finds me. Is it something to do with a demonic 'sense'? This thought urges me to research more about demons.

"How do you find me? Because I am pretty sure I am invisible." I turn into my human form-just in case someone happens to stroll down the corridor; Sebastian wouldn't look like he's talking to himself.

This somehow humors him, his smile is small but his eyes betray just how funny he thinks this situation is. "I can see you just like I can see anyone else. Only a few supernatural creatures can make themselves invisible." He must have forgotten why he found me because he didn't try to change the subject. Or maybe he was waiting for the right moment? His smile never faltering, making me question his sanity. What does he find so fucking funny? "I can make myself disappear, along with yourself. That is most likely why I can see you. Except I am physically here, people just cannot see me. Where, you cannot be touched when invisible, you are like living air."

I haven't heard that one before. But my interest peaks in finding out new information about this beast. "Show me." He knew instantly what I wanted; I see him slowly fade into nothingness, appearing to be transparent just like another piece of wallpaper. Although, I can see the outline of his body; but if someone wasn't looking, they wouldn't be able to see him at all. Interesting indeed.

I walk up to him and reach out to his arm which is now almost invisible. The instant my hand touches the fabric of his suit, I don't know why I would be so amazed, but touching something invisible is oddly... addictive. My mouth slightly open in awe, his body slowly turning back to normal like ink spreading across paper, My hand falls down pointlessly and I take a step back noticing just how close I was to his body.

I can feel hot embarrassment spread against my cheeks, but I hold my ground and look straight into his eyes. Still smirking clearly, I finally find it in myself to ask the question I have been dying to ask. "What do you find so damn funny?" Eyeing him in annoyed confusion and slight embarrassment from the happening a moment ago.

"I find this" He waves his gloved hand between us and continues, "amusing. a ghost who likes the company of a demon." He stands just a bit taller after finishing his sentence.

I gasp at his overt-confidence, "I do not!" I just find it beguiling to have someone to talk to that knows about my true state…

"It's obvious you do." His smile opening just enough to show shiny white teeth, and strange pointy canines. In my research, I read about demons having sharp canines, but the sight of them entrances me. This creature is so different from anything I have ever encountered. He has many attributes including super strength and immortality. If any of his body parts were to get cut off, they would eventually grow back. Scratches would immediately heal themselves due to the small area affected. Seemingly enough, he cannot be killed.

I notice how long I have been staring at him when he no longer smiles, but his eyebrows raised high upon his forehead. 'Shit…' He clears his throat then, "Well then, I have duties to finish." He gives me a small bow, but I catch him before he can turn his back, "Wait, why did you come to me?"

His eyes stare at my hand on his arm then looks towards my eyes, not even trying to hide his smug smile. Immediately, My hand flies back towards my side in slight embarrassment. He starts smirking at this, but after a second it turns into an uncharacteristically sweet smile which is odd, then finally starts with, "Ah yes, my master would like to speak with you about a business opportunity. You are the great detective of London, are you not?" His eyes smirking at my unveiled shocked expression, while all I can think of is, 'had he known I was the detective all along?' this inner question then angers me into thinking, 'does he plan on using me for his own purposes?'

My balled fists shaking with anger, I speak through gritted teeth, "was this your plan all along, Demon? To use me?"

His smile falls away and moves into a slight frown, an emotion I haven't seen him use towards me. "We simply need your help. My area of expertise does not lie in a detectives work." A slight pause gives him time for his eyebrows to crease slightly while he adds an afterthought, "It wouldn't be using you, my master plans on paying you a great sum for helping us."

An annoyed sigh falls from my lips while my eyes stare into his crimson ones, "Does it look like I need the money?" He tilts his head while his smirk is still in place. I roll my eyes at this and finally say, "Fine, I'll meet her." He nods his head as a sort of reply then moves away from in front of me just to shock me nearly to death at the person I see.

The woman of the house stands almost directly behind where Sebastian was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at me with an unsurprised expression. The unkempt and badly lit basement corridor sheds shadows upon her pale skin making her seem scarier then what she was (which wasn't much already) 'If their silent entries continue, I might just go insane!' but before I can utter a single word she starts firmly with, "Ciel, our matter needs to be dealt with as soon as possible," Her gaze trains onto the demon, "You may come with."

In my peripheral I see him nod, but my eyes never leave this woman with an appalling attitude. My earlier shock turned into a seething anger at being told what to do so blatantly. As she rudely turns around to walk away, she says, "The names Beast; if you're looking for a job, then meet us at the dinner table at 6 o' clock."-her voice growing louder as she walks away with Sebastian following her, but before she reaches the stairs towards the main floor, she attempts to shoot me an intimidating look while saying-"and don't be late."

Her intentions at being intimidating laughable, but my emotions were in the complete opposite direction. Staring at the place where they left, my features pointedly stoned to a cooled expression, while my mind ran into thoughts of 'I don't want to help her at all simply because she has a disgusting personality' just to spite her, but on the other hand, an excitement running through my body at the prospect of having a difficult case, something I haven't had in close to a year. Well, it has to be a difficult case for an actual demon to need help on it. At this thought, I stride in the opposite direction of which they left, towards my study in hopes of finding the right decision; in hopes that maybe if I finish their case they will leave sooner than later.

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	4. 4 - Dinner and a Case

_AN: _**ALRIGHT FOLKS! I AM _SOOOOO SORRY _****FOR THIS LATE CHAPTER; But i already have some of the next chapter written down, so please don't hate me...? :D I lOOOOVEEE my readers AHHH! Thank you so much for reading! **

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An hour before I have to see them, and I already have my answer. Really, it was obvious what I should do; I will help them all I can, and once I am done, they will leave. Why else would they stay here if their reason to be here was fulfilled? While I was waiting for the time of the appointment to come, I researched some more about demons, specifically their ability to 'sense' people, and indeed they can smell souls. I am only a soul without a vessel, so of course it would be easy to find me. The stronger the soul, the easier to find. My second search was their 'invisibility', which was one of the most fascinating studies of demons so far. They can make certain parts of their body invisible, or all of it; they have complete control over their bodies. They can morph into something else too (just like me). For a while, I lost myself in the new information filled with the unknown supernatural abilities of the devil. When I looked back towards the old clock on my desk, I was surprised to see how close the meeting was.

An intense excitement filled me again so I push off the chair and walk towards the antique full mirror, while walking the few steps toward it I turn into my human form and check my looks to assure myself that I am ready. An angry heat grows throughout my chest at my appearance. Whilst I still look like a 13 year old boy, I'm really almost two generations old. An angry sigh puffs from my lips while my hand rummages through my hair; blue/grey strands mussing every which way. My hand falls to my side once again and I just stand there in silence until I change my mind about my appearance. I morph into an older looking version of myself, until confidence seeps off of me when I know I look the way I feel- older. I back away from the mirror and stride towards the door, excited for the new inevitable case; hoping for it to be difficult enough.

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I walk into the now empty dining hall shocked to see what they have done with what used to be my red and gold dining hall. I take a moment to look at the dark grey and black pattern filling the room, only slight touches of red every other object. I slowly walk past a few dark chairs, my hand gliding over their shiny dark wooden tops, and decide to plop down in the very middle chair, where I-when I was alive-have always sat.

I take a moment to let my eyes rest on the dining table; a bright red table cloth underneath dark grey placemats and black candles held by glistening well-made candle holders. Atop the dark placemats were light grey plates and brightly shining silverware. The room is too gothic for my tastes, but there is something I like about it; it's ambient in its own way. I hear Sebastian place light footfalls through the threshold entering the room but I choose not to look at him. My hands rubbing the armrests of my chair until I hear two people sit down, My eyes glide towards the elder one (I am still dying to know how old he is…) and then the curly haired one; Both of them straight across from me.

Beast's eyebrow slides up her face, looking from me to then Sebastian. Immediately after she looked, Sebastian started pulling something out of his expensive black suit jacket. Placing the manila folder onto the table and sliding it towards me, I have a moment to glance at the front; a picture of a young beast and a young boy who is wearing a bit too much makeup. I open it to see the contents of it, many papers and lists and what seems to be dates and times, receipts, and a couple (recent looking)pictures of two men. I inhale a breath and Sebastian takes the cue to start speaking, "Beast's brother, Dagger, has been missing for 3 years by those two men you see on the left. Anytime we get close to catching them or even getting a lead, beast almost gets killed. That is the reason behind our contract," He pauses to take a breath then continues, "But originally we thought it had only been one person for Daggers kidnapping." Sebastian points a gloved finger at the older looking man, "Kelvin. But we found out just recently that he has someone helping him. This man goes by the name Doctor. He is doing most of the work, but Kelvin is behind all the secrecy."

The moment he stops talking I read through some papers and check their leads. It sounds… doable. Although this case sounds straightforward (a case of kidnappings) the name does sound familiar which is scary enough. Kelvin… I will have to do my research on him as well then. My eyes fly up to Beasts and she waits for my response at seeing her case. "I will do it for you." While closing the folder, I slip it between my chest and elbow and push away from the table, wanting to start on the case immediately. Already walking away I tell them, "I will alert you when I find any leads." Waving my hand absently, my mind already in place for the case.

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	5. 5 - Crash Landing

Notes: alrighty, this chapter isn't my favorite but it was very important for the plot :L I wrote and re-wrote this chapter like a billion times xD I already wrote the next two chapters but ill post them tomorrow or the day after. :D I like the next chapter ^u^ (( Tumblr : wrmhle ))

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Hours have passed since I first started the case, and it has proved itself to its own difficulty. Before, I couldn't believe that they were having such a hard time even trying to find the leads on the two men, but even I am having a hard time. No one has come to my study to bother me yet which I found amazing in the least.

So far, I know that Kelvin uses children and young teens for his own private show. That is exactly how far my knowledge goes, I'm not even sure if he is a pedophile, I just know he makes the children play shows for him. Whereas, Doctor kills Kelvins unwanted children for their bones, and uses their bones to build his handmade prosthetics. And whenever Beast tried to call the cops on Doctor, the cops can't find a trace of human bone, only finding normal prosthetics. I believe Beast to be telling the truth, so Doctor must be selling his prosthetics somewhere like an underground hospital. Beast hasn't found out about his selling sites, so I will have to find them myself.

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Before I can even leave the mansion gates, Sebastian jogs up behind me-"I'm coming with you."

"And when did that get decided?" I glance back at him, because for some reason he remains behind me.

"When I knew that Beast was out for the day and that I might be able to help you." A tired sigh falls from my lips and I angrily mutter, "Then we're taking a car." Already setting a pace back towards the shiny black car, leaving my grey bike by the car.

While getting inside he pursues the subject of my bike, "Were you actually going to ride into town on that?"

"I don't have a car, what else would I have done?"

His gaze still trained on me, his smile turns into a smirk and I just look the other way. He's trying to aggravate me and I would rather not give him the pleasure.

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"Stop the car!"

Sebastian screeches the car to a stop, confused of my outbreak. I quickly push the door open and jog up to the phone pole, ripping the brightly colored paper from its stapled place a foot above me. I glance at the picture and immediately, alarms go off in my head. Maybe I'm thinking too hard on this, but, in this picture there are far too many children in the circus to not be it. Why didn't I think of this? Circus performers…

I walk up to the car and sink into the leather seats, shoving the advertisement into Sebastian's hands. "A little odd for so many children performers in a circus, isn't it?" Watching his reaction change from surprised to his usual smirk, I grin slyly at my small achievement and look down at the advert, planning out our next move in my mind.

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The circus would be here all weekend, but we chose to go as soon as possible. Today-Friday- Sebastian and I go to the opening day of the circus. We can see the large striped blue and white tent with smaller tents scattered around with who-knows-what inside. As we get closer, we enter under a large gold sign flashing 'Noah's Ark Circus'. We buy our tickets and proceed to find our seats. This is not my first time going to this type of 'show' but I haven't been to a circus since I was a child. I check my watch then the advert and see that we have about twenty minutes before the circus begins and I'm only hoping that this is the right lead.

Before I grow insanely bored of inspecting all the little details of the tent from where I sit, my eye is caught by a man with bright orange hair who I suspect is the ring-leader. His voice is loud and pointedly cheerful when he says "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Noah's Ark Circus." Pouches are held between each of his fingers, guiding my attention to his fake right hand; which ominously resembles a hand made out of only bones. This might have been the right lead after all, if that indeed is a prosthetic. "My name is Joker, and for a moment, guid-"He attempted juggling the pouches but his show ended quickly when he failed to catch them; scattering all around the dirt. He laughs this off and turns around when a large tattooed man walks through the back curtain with two large wooden sticks in hand. He ignites one with the other and takes a large breath, "With one breath of the fire-eating man, Jumbo, the show of the century begins!" Joker says this and then exits the room with a flutter while the large man spits a large gust of flames into the air. Gasps and mumbles of astonishment can be heard throughout the audience while the show goes on.

The show went on steadily, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. After a few performers, a girl called Doll (a tight-rope walker) dressed in all white walks into the circle. The tight-rope walker started off having more trouble than the rest, and she lost her footing near the middle of the walk. Loud shrieks filled the tent when she lost her footing; the falling white blur was the object of everyone's attention, so it went into blind eyes when a dark blur flew to her rescue below. Sebastian slid unto the dirt floor staying as a cushion to one frightened and thankful performer.

Relieved sighs could be heard amongst the crowd, then immediately after a long applause was given towards the now soiled duo. A fleeting moment passes and Joker comes running through the large curtains belatedly towards the bespectacled two. Joker and Sebastian are helping her up, but I can see Joker talking under his breath even though the crowd was still in a booming rush of noise. He stands Doll up and lets her lean on him before he steers them both towards the large curtain. I turn into my natural form and rush after them before they can get out of my sight, only thinking-This is our chance!

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Notes: about the SebxCiel- I don't know how much later it will be, but i know it will be a while. I wanna get some of the plot out and then i can start them up. So right now, its mainly them working together.


	6. 6 - Proposition

Notes: Ever since i read a fic way back when, I've always sort of shipped doctor and Sebastian together, but Sebastian getting easily annoyed with doctor and doctor just smiling/laughing at Sebastian annoyance. When Doc' is smiling at Sebastian, that's the first instance he starts liking Sebastian. WELL ANYWAYS, you wont be seeing much of doctor unless they're working on the case but i swear I'm not writing for them. This will be a SebxCiel fic (: (( Tumblr : wrmhle ))

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Staying a short distance behind the three, Joker finally walks inside one of the lighter tents scattered on the lot and greets someone inside but I wasn't close enough to catch what he said. I glide through the opening and what I see nearly steals all the air out of my lungs from the sheer shock of it. Doctor, Right in front of me.

I look towards Sebastian to see him looking straight at me knowingly, but then shifts his gaze towards the still-blabbering Joker. Doctor is coming over to Sebastian and that's when I finally realize he's in a wheelchair. He appeared to be sitting behind the examination table, but once he moved I noticed immediately. That, is one of the many things I don't know about this case apparently. That could be why he's doing this all in the first place? He just seems so…his personality doesn't seem to be harmful or insane…

"I have to go help Doll with her injuries, but please sit down." Waving his hand towards the examination table he was behind, "I'll be back shortly!" He shoots Sebastian an easy smile while he turns away with Joker following.

I rush over to the devil and whisper the first thing that has been on my mind since I first saw Doctor, "Sebastian, this is it. If we join the circus, we can get closer to knowing and finishing the case."

"Exactly, that was the plan."

I shake my head angrily, "Why didn't you tell me this?"

He doesn't respond to my question but he starts another subject of his own. "I am glad were on the same track." Oh sure, the demon is glad about something so trivial. The sarcasm in his voice clear as day. "Although, I'll have to find the opportunity to ask him." His arms cross against his chest thoughtfully and leans against an unstable wooden pole.

"I'm sure you won't have trouble with figuring something out. Still, you did save doll. You could possibly ask him if you can take her place momentarily. "

His crimson gaze turns to me in a thoughtful but annoyed gesture and says, "And what are you going to do?"

A smile creeps onto my features, "Maybe I don't need to be in the cir-"

Sebastian stands straight and walks up to me, "You do. That's why we're here in the first place, is it not? To solve the case."

I almost respond to him but he interrupts me before I can utter a single word.

"I hear them coming." His gaze darts from me then to where they left the room and it takes a quick moment for me to turn back into my true form before I see Doctor wheeling back into the room.

While coming into the room, he says "She will be fine, but she needs rest and some time off. She says that you broke her fall and that she's very grateful." As he wheels closer, I'm able to see all the details on the eccentric man, strewn dark curls with thick black eyeglasses and his ever-so-bright white smile that's present quite often, but gone currently for obvious reasons. Worry is written quite visibly on his face. And in that moment I can almost ready why; because maybe he doesn't want a lawsuit on the circus. Or maybe some other reason is causing him to worry over Sebastian.

Doctor is asking Sebastian to take off his shirt so he can see if he is injured at all, and Sebastian gladly takes his jacket and shirt off without any hints of self-consciousness. I nearly huff out an exasperated sigh at Sebastian's show of confidence but I don't just because I would rather not get caught when were this close to getting clues.

Doctor examines him but finds nothing whatsoever and while Sebastian starts getting dressed once again; Doctor views him with an odd confused glint in his eye. "I didn't see any signs of bruising." He adds slowly as an afterthought- "you're fine." He covers up this sudden show of emotion with a wide toothy smile that was almost fake but underneath it there was true relief, but for what reason no one will know.

"I apologize for the trouble this evening." Doctor looks like he wants to add something to this but he doesn't so Sebastian takes a step away from the table and just about responds to Doctor until he starts talking again- "Is there anything we can do for your trouble, sir?"

Sebastian brushes a hand down his black clad torso and once I tear my gaze away from his chest, I see him glance at me with a knowing look then back towards Doctor, "Well, one of your lead performers is out of …commission. I have always been quite flexible and have a background with this sort of work." Doctor looks like he wants to stop Sebastian and starts bringing a hand up but Sebastian continues, "Perhaps I can work in her place while she heals?"

At the end of his sentence, he wears the friendliest smiles of his I have seen yet. I switch my gaze to doctor for his answer, and my body is nearly shaking with excitement. Our case depends on this man's answer and when he finally opens his mouth to respond, my body tenses with anticipation.

"Well, I suppose."

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Notes: Some of the next chapter will be Sebastian taking the entrance test for the circus, so most of the next chapter will be in his POV ((FINALLY)) :D! I'm not sure when I will post that, but CYA NEXT TIME! 3


	7. 7 - Acceptance

Notes: HIHI! I bring a chapter that's longer then the rest! I apologize of its late-coming but i have been real busy... hah... ANYWAYSSSSSS I hope you enjoy this chapter! ^o^ ;D

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"But only until she heals." Worry still noticeable but he gives into Sebastian's request anyways. He must be confused as to why Sebastian would want to work at a circus as a favor towards them instead of them working for Sebastian's trouble. But Doctor speaks nothing of that.

"I'll see what the director says, if this is really what you want?"

"That is all I ask." He bows then, resulting in doctor becoming a flustered and embarrassed mess. "Oh pleas-"trying to goad Sebastian into not showing such humility, his hands fly about every which way.

"This is all I want." Almost all he wants is what I want to add, but I know I'm no part of this conversation. After a quiet moment, Doctor sighs in defeat and nods his agreement.

A handshake and a quick exchange of numbers later, we leave the large tent and head back towards our mansion coming just that much closer to solving our case. It feels odd saying 'our' when it has always been 'my' or 'mine'. I force myself to not get attached (not like it's easy for me to get attached to anyone in the first place) just like I always have. And so it went with my old friends and acquaintances, I always distanced myself from them emotionally in some way. Even Elizabeth.

I sometimes think I'm broken, and maybe I am. I had my chance to be happy and my kidnappers stole that away from me. My small oasis dried up years ago and now I'm left with cases and small things that can make me feel emotion.

Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I look out at the dark trees and street signs that fly by the window, the only light to make them visible being our headlights and the headlights of cars that speed by on the mostly vacant road. A peaceful silence fills the car and I feel grateful for Sebastian being quiet (sometimes).

I start losing myself in thought and I no longer see the trees or the running shadows of the night, but I think of my past, my present, the mysteries solved, the unsolved, things I want to know of, things that I want to shun forever, demons and other suspicious creatures, and then finally my future.

Will I always solve cases? Is that how I want to spend my eternity? I don't solve cases because I like making people happy; I do it for my own selfish needs. The recognition and the pride of finishing something no one else can do. But will I ever get tired of that? What will I do in its place if that no longer thrills me?

An exhausted sigh puffs from my lips and I look back towards the clock on the dashboard. Almost ten. I check my surroundings and find that we are passing the new housing development a few miles from home.

Once we arrive, Sebastian and I part ways. Each of us have different duties to attend to and I need to figure out what I shall do to try and finish the case. While Sebastian already has his foot in the figurative door, I haven't gotten nearly as far.

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A few busy days pass and whilst I am out in the gardens trimming the roses, my cell vibrates in my breast pocket notifying me of Doctor calling.

"Hello Sebastian," His eccentric voice filling the cheap speakers of my old cell.

"I talked to the director and he said if you can pass the test, you can join the team." He says happily "Ah! But only until Doll gets better." He laughs nervously, then.

A little while passes and we make an arrangement for tomorrow afternoon. He continues to apologize to me for all the trouble and the call ends shortly after. When doctor said he had to 'firm things up with the director', makes me wonder who the director really is? My first thought being Joker; the ringleader usually is the director of the show.

I let my mind wander while cutting the roses and decide to pay Ciel a visit with news of our little arrangement. Setting the gardening shears and the freshly cut roses in their place, I mindlessly stroll through the halls leading towards Ciels study.

I rap on the door twice then hear slight shifting inside. A silent moment passes then he moves aside so I can come in.

"That has to be one of the few times you have knocked instead of catching me unaware." He says, "I wish you did this more often."

"What, come to see you?" A slight smirk coming to play onto my lips, the one I can tell he hates oh so much.

He sighs and rubs his temple exasperatedly and says, "No Sebastian, you know what I meant."

A light chuckle escapes me at his show of frustration, my laughter in turn angering him more. "Why are you here?" He finally says.

"I received a call from doctor and it seems that I have to take an entrance test at the circus tomorrow." A light friendly smile gracing my features while my hands cross behind my back.

I see a small quirk of his lips before he covers it almost immediately and then he says, "Do not fail, Sebastian."

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When it comes to the fifth and last performance, most of the crew decides that I can do each and every circus act if the complication arises of a performer's illness. I am not surprised by this, for I excel in all of my duties and knew I would succeed. I start towards the dressing room when I finish and as I pass by; I get clapped on my shoulder and comically 'wooed' by my over-excited team.

Once I get dressed, I remember doctor telling me to meet him in his tent. When I slide the cloth over to enter the tent, all I can see is darkness. My senses tell me there are many bodies in here, and right on cue, suddenly in a whirl of color and noise, the whole troupe yells out happily all at once. I smother my annoyance down and force a thankful smile onto my features. I start walking towards the loud group and they happily try to leap for hugs. This goes on for a minute too long but before my patience can wear too thin, Joker and Doctor Part the crowd, coming towards me with bright genuine smiles stamped into their faces.

For the billionth time tonight, Joker claps me on my back while doctor looks up at me with happiness shining in his eyes. Joker starts what they seemingly came here to say to me, "You're in, Sebastian!"

"What he means to say is, you passed our test and once you look at the scheduling and study the performance, you can start as soon as possible." Doctor supplies happily.

"Thank you. I have a companion that might like to join as well, if that would be agreeable to you?"

He smothers what little shock that showed on his face and joker says, "If he's as good as you, its fine by me!" He says happily.

Doctor looks from joker then to me and nods. The exchange ends quickly when a young girl jogs up behind joker and taps him on his shoulder. Joker's happy expression falls down immediately and morphs into something like worry. He looks up at me, still hunched over by the girl and says; "Something came up so I have to bid you farewell sooner than I expected but I'll see you tomorr-"He doesn't get to finish his sentence when the girl tugs on his quite colorful jacket and pulls him away quickly into the crowd and out the tent.

Doctor looks from where joker used to stand and says, "Ah don't worry. Something is always happening here." He says with humor and slight embarrassment lining his voice.

Later, to please the small crowd, I eat and drink a few things which I will later have to purge. My system doesn't react to human food very well. If I were born as a human and later turned into a demon, I would be able to eat without having to purge but still not get quite as full as if I consumed a soul.

When people started saying their goodbyes, I look at my watch and deem it time enough for my departure. I still have duties to attend to at the manor but keep in mind that I have to come back here for three days more for practice.

Turning a corner, I escape into the shadows and fly towards the manor in an unseen blur. It barely takes a moment for me to arrive at the large doors. Creaking the door open reveals Beast sprinting across the stairs down towards me.

"Sebastian, I don't know where you have been, but you're late." Before I apologize, she goes on like she has already forgotten her statement, "I don't have time to explain so ill email you the details as soon as I can." Red faced and trying to catch her breath, she stops in front of me and hands me a note, "I will be gone for a few days, so continue on the daily tasks as you normally would."

She almost walks out the door but she stops herself and says, "And do not follow me." She gives me a burning glare that can only be read as 'that's an order' and then carelessly slams the door behind her.

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Notes:Review if you like! I love hearing my followers opinions! ((Disaster struck my house so I'm writing everything from this cramped hotel room where i have to spend 3 more weeks with two quite loud people (my parents) so it makes it hard for me to concentrate. so yeah, xD i don't know when i would be posting the next chapter but i wrote some of it already, if that means anything! ^u^))


	8. 8 - It's Showtime

Notes:Okay, i think i hate the beginning of this chapter, but the rest of it? I THINK I LOVE IT?! YEEEAAA! ALRIGHTY YOU LOVELY LIVING BEINGS, I JUST FELT LIKE BINGE WRITING SOOOOOOO HERES A CHAPTER that's LONGER then the LAST one! WOWIE! /HAPPY DAYS/ What's wrong with me? Who knows, but i feel good! ((ranting over)) Yeah so uhm,,, i hope you like this chapter. 3 !# _WARNING_ : MANY TIME SKIPS IN THIS CHAPTER! LIKE whoah #!

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I sensed Ciels presence before I entered the mansion, so I turn around to face the staircase where Ciel is leisurely leaning upon. "Beast thinks she has a lead and she acted like it was personal. She's being led the wrong way, but she was being stubborn and wanted to go alone."

I pass him and start up the stairs towards the master bedroom and I hear him following behind me. "Was tonight a success?" he says, curiously hopeful.

"It went well. I also asked them if someone could join me."

Ciel paused a moment, waiting for the rest of what I had to say, but my silence had him saying, "And?" in anticipation.

I turn around to face him, if only to add to the suspense and say, "They said if they are as good as I, they may join. I can bring you there tomorrow for practice." I turn back around and start towards the main bedroom. I hear a small huff from behind me and I smirk at his annoyance.

Once I reach the door to the bedroom, his presence behind me a moment ago is gone. Thinking nothing of it, I enter the room to read the letter in silence and find out that she will be gone for a week; more than just 'a few days' like she said. And just like Ciel said, she thinks she has leads that we both (Ciel and I) know are lies. For her to hide something from me, outright confuses me.

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I spent all of last night catching up on my responsibilities as a butler and now I'm going to find Ciel for our practice today. I go to look in his study in the basement and arrive very unsurprised that he is there.

I wait for a few moments outside the door while he gets dressed and once he deems himself ready, we walk out of the mansion together and before we get outside I tell him what he must already know, "We don't have to go in the car to get there you know."

Ciel throws a look at me that says 'are you an imbecile?' but instead says, "And how do you think we're going to get there?"

A small sigh escapes from my lips and I scoop him up into my arms in one smooth motion. This scares him and embarrasses him so much he throws out his usual guarded emotions and presents this flustered red-faced childish attitude. I only laugh at his raw show of expression and start towards the circus tents with a very tense and embarrassed Ciel Phantomhive in my arms.

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Because of Ciels urgent pleas, I let him down far enough from the tent so no one could see him being held like a child. When we're strolling towards the tent and he's dusted himself off, he says "You are never to do that in front of other people."

A smile slides onto my face at this and I say, "oh good, another rule that I apparently have to abide to." I look at him just to roll my eyes.

We finally enter the large tent then, and we get loudly greeted by what seems to be the entire troupe of performers. Ciel tenses anxiously beside me and I hold back a snicker. 'He has to get used to crowds if he's ever going to join this circus.'

Joker jogs up to me and he says, "Ah Black, so this is the person?" Jokers gaze on Ciel looks affectionate along with most of the troupe. "You're quite the looker, ah-uhm, what's yer name?" he laughs at himself and waits for Ciels answer.

"Uu- Finnian." Still anxious, he puts on a shaky smile.

"That name won't do! Smile'll be your stage name from now on." His smile shining brightly in the tent. Joker takes Ciel by the shoulders and shakes him a bit and that's when he starts introducing the cast to Ciel. Ciel just standing stiff as a board in joker's friendly grip.

I already know my orders, so I start stretching for the long day of 'not falling off the tight rope' which is barely a task for a demon like me.

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The day went on slowly as I expected. I didn't see Ciel very often, I only saw him when I was in the main tent practicing the regimen up above everyone else on the tight rope. It seemed to be very busy when the entire troupe was practicing their acts on the dirt floor, working hard to perfect themselves for their upcoming show in just a few short days.

So far, I haven't seen the 'director'. I make a mental note to ask about this director the next chance I get. Right now, I stand approximately 50 feet above the crowd below and I do wonder how doll hadn't died from the fall. Any person could have died from that height, but this circus proves itself time and again it isn't just any circus.

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(Ciel)

"You're pretty good, kid! You need to add a more theatrical touch to it, but we can teach you a few tricks. Black is still practisin' so when he's finished I'll give ye' the tour." Joker finishes with a large smile.

Of course I'm good with knives. Ever since I was a child, I had a liking towards swords and knives but I knew I was never good. After I was kidnapped, something was taken from me that I knew and recognized as my 'childhood'. For a while after that, my recovery time was spent alone in my room, attempting to keep my mind away from the sordid memories my captors engrained in my mind. I couldn't forget them but I could concentrate my mind elsewhere. I would spend days on work and then practice my aim (guns and knife throwing since I hadn't had a partner for fencing) on my free time. On my (numerous) sleepless nights I would light a candle and read until the sun rose, where I would pretend to be asleep when the servant came to wake me. All this just so no one would worry for me.

I finish my inward soliloquy and turn back around so I can continue practicing this 'theatrical' way of throwing knives. I add a sort of swirl and sway of my body in a way that makes it look like I'm dancing with some invisible force, an aggressive fight that only i can win.

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When Sebastian is finally done practicing, he comes down to meet me in the far corner of the tent where I'm stretching. "From what I saw, you did well today."

I stand up quickly if only to appear taller than where I was on the floor. "Yes, you too."

After a quiet moment, I look around making sure we are completely alone and say, "Have you asked about the director?"

"I haven't had the time, but when the next opportunity arises, I wi-"

Joker pops up behind Sebastian like a magicians trick, but without the dramatic mist and a loud noise. He was just there.

"I was lookin' for you two, you both bein' so suspicious lurking over here in the corner. Ya know, you should meet the rest of the cast! Maybe tomorrow 'cause I have a tour to conduct ri' now." Joker steers us around the tent and in and out again. Having hardly any time to ask very many questions because of joker usually explaining many unnecessary things, Sebastian is able to ask only a very few things, "Where is the director of this circus?"

Joker stops mid-sentence and looks almost shocked but covers it quickly and starts speaking again, "Well he hasn't been here for a long while; the director's a busy man ya' see. He'll be here when the show starts again." He quickly turns around to face us and leans towards us as if he's telling us a deep secret, "He's comin' to see you guys." He leans away with a wink and starts walking once again.

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Long days passed full of exhausting work, and I swear that us spending the night and day at the circus is wearing me out more. If I was home, at least I would be in my own setting, being able to do my own thing.

Joker wouldn't let Sebastian and I share a room because he claimed we spent too much time together anyways, so I got stuck with doll (of all people…) Turns out doll is very much a tomboy and only wears the white costume because they make her. She is… nice to be with.

She is kind, cordial, observant and almost annoyingly eccentric. But not quite. She shows me the ropes when I need help, even when she limps her way around on her crutches.

Well anyways, Showtime is coming in less than 4 hours and my nerves are on end. I practiced this showing so many times; I may even be able to do it with my eyes closed. I even tried using a live person (Sebastian) on the spinning target and they decided they would add that to the show.

And yet, I still get butterflies in my belly at the thought of being in front of hundreds of people.

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The show passes exceedingly well without any mishaps and I felt confident in the long run. After we all gave a bow towards the crowd, everyone retreated to backstage in a rush. People running by with half their costume off, others just chatting with one another, I try to find Joker within the large bustle behind the scenes.

It takes me a while and once I find him I see a middle aged ma-

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It's him.

He's there… right in front of me.

Joker notices me and waves for me to come over to them both. Kelvin faces me and all of a sudden his face starts glowing with excitement, but once he sees me I see his gaze dart all around behind me and beside me, apparently looking for someone else (Ciel, I'm guessing?).

He doesn't find what he's looking for so he settles his eyes onto me, somewhat disappointed, and reaches forwards to shake my hand. "So nice to meet a newcomer!"

I nod my head, appreciating. "Where is the young man that came with you? Ciel is it?"

As he said the name, I knew he knew exactly who Ciel was. Pretending to forget what Ciels name is, is odd in the first place…

"Ah, he must be in the dressing room."

"I would love to meet him! I haven't been to this circus's location, would you mind escorting me there?"

"That would be no problem."

Joker deems it an easy enough task for me to do on my own so he runs off somewhere, leaving Kelvin and I alone to walk out of the tent and into the dressing room.

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Notes:((just so everyone knows, (because of my earlier rant) I am not an infant. haha, i swear I'm a mature being that knows how to be mature, I'm just in a good mood today)) I apologize again for not posting for a while. I get writers block whenever I'm around my parents -.-


	9. 9 - Dinner Arrangements

Notes: eyyy look! Its an update! what whaaaaat? Just a heads up, Ciel gets pretty cray cray in this chapter... Remember, ciel is still messed up from his childhood. He never went to any doctors/psychologists for anything. and yes, he still has PTSD. /: ~~~What do you guys think of me writing another one-shot for this pairing? as in, they Do the Do. *wink wink*

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Along the way to the dressing tent, Kelvin hadn't engaged me in conversation for reasons unknown. When I knew where Ciel is -sitting on a bench with his costume changed out and just putting his shoes back on- I say his name to catch his attention and wave my hand towards Kelvin like an unspoken introduction. Ciel rips his gaze from me and stares at Kelvin, shocked to find the man we have been looking for for weeks to be standing beside me with an excited grin on his face. Ciel only looks at me once more then covers up his shock with faux enjoyment.

Beside me, kelvin seems to be glowing with happiness. Far more joyful now than when he saw me. Ciel stands up from the worn bench and comes closer towards us with a greeting in mind. Kelvin smiles brightly when Ciel says, "I have yet to meet you."

"Ah yes, so sorry we haven't met sooner." He reaches his hand towards Ciel and continues, "Something came up when I tried to see you both the first day. Well, anyways I've heard a great many things about you and Black, here. All good things of course." He nearly buzzes with excitement at meeting Ciel… "I am the "Noah's Ark" owner; Kelvin. So pleased to meet you." Kelvin holds on to Ciels hand a bit too long. "F-Finnian." Ciel says anxiously and pulls his hand away from kelvins grasp, visibly repulsed.

After he is a small distance away from kelvin, "Thank you for giving us both the chance to be in the show." Ciel says,

"Oh no, the pleasure is on me! Do you like it here?" I can see a bright blush on this older man's face, eyes shining brightly in the lantern-lit tent. An inexplicable disgust settles in my belly for this man, only wanting to get him far away from Ciel. Who knows what this man would do to Ciel if he were alone…

"The cast here is very likeable, but the circus acts are a bit old fashioned and could use an update. In fact, this circus doesn't stand out from any other circuses at all." I stare at Ciel in disbelief in what he said. Waiting for kelvin to become upset, I look towards him only to see him with the same expression he had the first moment he laid eyes on Ciel, fixation and desire.

I despise this man.

I look back to Ciel and I see him smiling at kelvin with a sort of proudness one has after they insulted someone. I take kelvins silence as permission to change the subject, "I've heard the first tier performers have known you for quite some time, is that true?"

Kelvin finally faces me with an obvious struggle of not wanting to speak to me but wanting to appear friendly for Ciels sake, so he responds to my question. "Yes, they are my adopted family. I helped them when they were in need." As he finishes his sentence, He looks back to Ciel and his smile shines once more.

"I was told the troupe threw a welcoming party already, but I would like to invite you over for dinner." Kelvin begrudgingly looks at me and says, "You're invited as well."

"t-that's so nice of you, but-" Ciel says uncomfortably.

"No, I insist." Kelvin springs towards him, hands spread towards Ciel like he wanted to grab him and beg him to come, but Ciel jumps back at kelvins movement.

"We accept" I say, my hand imploring him to take step back. With the touch, he seems to be caught off guard. He moves out of Ciels personal space and nervously brushes his hand down his expensive suit jacket.

He finally apologizes and Ciel stays silent, not really wanting to be in the room with this disgusting thing anymore.

"Would tomorrow night-after the show-, be okay?" Kelvin says apprehensively. He knows what he has done and he must think he almost lost his chance. We almost lost our chance because Ciel had almost said no.

"That is perfect." I say, in Ciels stead.

"Fantastic! I'll have joker drive you over after the show." Kelvin says, all apprehension falling apart. Replaced with excitement, he claps his hands together and says his farewells. "Tomorrow night, then!" he leaves the tent laughing giddily.

Once Kelvin was halfway out of the tent, Ciel turns around and drops onto the bench. Muscle by muscle he curls into himself and covers his face with his hands. I decide to leave him a note and leave the tent before he becomes conscious of what he's doing. I don't have the right to see him in this condition, especially when he doesn't know he's in this condition.

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"-I would like to invite you over for dinner." He turns to Sebastian and begrudgingly says, "You're invited as well."

He turns back to face me and he's deeply blushing red. Sebastian sees it too.

This offer is our chance, but something inside of me wants nothing to do with any of this. This man. This case. This circus. Everything.

I feel stomach acid crawling up my throat tasting nothing like my breakfast. I inhale shaky breaths and I can't remember to exhale. I can barely breathe but I somehow ground out, "t-that's so nice of you, bu-"

Kelvin jumps towards me and I nearly scream at the movement. The bile now rising onto my dry tongue, I swallow it down with all my strength. I'm barely holding myself together, but kelvin continues, "No, I insist."

I finally notice kelvins hands are less than a foot away from my shoulders. I realize that if he touches me, it will be my undoing.

When all I could think of was my mental struggle, I had forgotten of Sebastian being present. I nearly shutter at the thought ofsomeone (anyone) seeing me in such a state, but I'm already shaking hard enough-a shudder would be nothing more.

When Sebastian touches (nearly clamps) kelvins shoulder, I suppress the cry of relief when kelvin turns away from me and moves far enough that I don't feel like I will explode if he touched me.

I'm no longer present in the conversation anymore. Sebastian continues the conversation and when I realize kelvin has left, I turn away and fall onto the hard wood bench I changed on. Curling into myself, my clammy hands act as a mask, shielding me from anything that wants to scrutinize my deepest nightmares. I know it doesn't work, it never has. But I continue to do this in times of distress. I bring my legs up to where my knees are touching my chest and wrap my arms around them.

He isn't - he isn't them. Breathe. I can do this. I'm strong. I am a Phantomhive.

* * *

I don't know how long I stayed in that tent, but when I realized Sebastian had also been in the room (for the second realization tonight) I look around the room and find it to be empty. Without another's presence of body heat, the tent became much cooler. The lanterns are dimmer from the candles being burned all through the night without being blown out; I stand up to leave the tent knowing that it has to be way past lights-out. My hand crinkles around something and find it to be a note.

"Ciel,

I thought you would like to go home and stay for the night; I will be in my tent waiting for your arrival. You know my sleeping schedule (the lack of), so please come at any time.

P.S. The arrangement at Kelvins is tomorrow night after the show."

The letter ended with a sharply written cursive signature, 'Sebastian Michaelis'.

Tomorrow. I only hope this case will be over tomorrow.

* * *

I slowly shift the tent covering over when I noticed there were no lights on inside. To keep from waking anyone, I wait by the door and I finally hear movement after waiting a minute.

Sebastian glances at me and without words, tells me to follow him. He picks me up (I have gotten quite used to this. He does this very often. It's my new way of transport-other than walking of course.) When we are far enough from the tents and lets me down at the front garden of my estate.

"I had to accept his offer for tomorrow night. It's my duty to fulfill my contract and that is my way in."

"I-… I know. I lost control of myself for a while. I had to examine my mind for something. But uhm… I'm fine now." Embarrassment thickly lining my voice. I've never been good at commuting my feelings. Hell, I'm terrible at feeling emotion at all. When I do, it's a shock on my body.

I clear my throat and that simple thing changed the intensity between us. The mood now lighter, I say in my own voice, "I have to go prepare for tomorrow night. I suggest you do the same, demon." I say, with half-hearted humor in my voice.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest and he says, "I'm always ready." As we walk towards the entrance, I see his eyes flash bright red in the dark of the night. Patch by patch, his body turns invisible and that is the last time I see him that night.

* * *

The first thing I notice of Kelvins mansion is its terrible condition. Bricks have fallen off over however many years this mansion hasn't been worked on. The vines growing over many windows and the windows that I can see are either badly damaged or broken. Walking through the old wooden doors leading into a room much smaller than the Phantomhive entranceway, I see two young girls holding candelabras in each hand and an excited Kelvin standing between them.

The moment I see the children, I know this man has done something – or many things – because their eyes hold that empty gaze that I know so well. I would know because that is what I looked like when i-…

Kelvin greets Sebastian and I and escorts us into the dimly lit dining room, a girl in front and a girl in back, to light our way. The dining room isn't so much of a dining room as it is more of a large semi empty theatre with tables and chairs scattered around in odd places. The whole house being unkempt and rundown. The dust covering the floor seemed to have a life of its own. The dust would fly about my feet as I take a step, avoiding me just to fly around for a small time and settle back down on the floor.

Kelvin guides us to sit down on dusty mis-matched chairs and says, "I have prepared dinner and a show for you tonight! I do hope you will enjoy."

He snaps his fingers and a line of small children come to set large silver tarnished dinner platters on the dining table between us. I spare a glance at the sullen children and for some reason Kelvin hasn't a care in the world about what we think about his manychildren working for him.

I'm not surprised when the children reveal the food they must have cooked to be raw chicken and an inedible moldy mound of whatever-that-is with steamed vegetables on the side.

I hold back a gag that partially already fell from my lips and take a plate a child gives me. I only eat a few vegetables which I find to be 'not bad' and I see Sebastian taking the plate but leaving it alone completely. Kelvin doesn't notice any of this.

After I take a few bites, kelvin snaps once and three children come onto the stage with brightly colored costumes and matching masks. I can hardly call it a show when the children can barely stand on their own feet let alone juggle. Kelvin stands and applauds, momentarily forgetting we are there and stats screaming with joy. He's too excited for comfort.

I see a child climb a ladder and wobbly try to get their footing on a tight rope I hadn't seen until now. Kelvin screams louder and louder as the seconds tick by and he starts yelling intelligible words, laughter spills from his lips when the child takes his first and last step onto the rope. I shove my chair back screeching with how quickly I stand, but it's too late and the child falls on her head with a loud thump. I see blood falling from under her mask that she still wears and even in the dim light I can see that the life had already left her long ago. The look that all these children have isn't pain but is their bodies scooped free of life. Having gone through too much, their childhood was taken away from them painfully. I thought it was just pain that their empty gaze held but was their empty husk of a body, with their soul long gone from them.

Kelvin screams at the other two children, "get her out of here! You will not embarrass me in front of guests!" the other two children slowly drag her off stage and out of vision with the pool of blood as the only proof of her existence.

I feel bile rise from my belly and I think, if I stayed captive for much longer, I would have been just like these children. I would have been a hollow empty shell, without any hope of return. What happened that I didn't end this way? These children; they have no hope. I need to remember my purpose here.

They have no hope. I am not them. They lost to a lesser being, but I won.

I remember now.

"Sebastian" I say with a nod and then everything shifts into red. I point my gun at kelvins head and he seems so utterly careless, whether I kill him or not. This infuriates me. I want him to beg and plead for his life just so I can shatter his hope to pieces.

I put all my weight into slapping him across the face with my gun and I see a tooth fly from his disgusting mouth and fall to the ground. I kick him down from his chair and kick his face over and over. Kelvins blood covering my lower half from kicking him so many times that he is long gone; I come back from the trance I didn't know I was in to recognize Sebastian isn't in the room. I look down to kelvins mangled form again and wonder when I changed so much. Or maybe I haven't changed at all? Have I always been so emotionally detached towards killing people? And then I remember, he deserved this.

* * *

When I finally find Sebastian, he has dagger locked in his arms. Dagger continuously screaming one word, "FATHER!" Between screams, I yell out towards Sebastian, "Let's get out of here."

I run ahead of them towards the exit, along the way we pass numerous dead bodies including one significantly unscathed Joker (killed by a single bullet by no other then the demon) while the rest were butchered.

Daggers screams now rough and gravelly and unrelenting, Sebastian knocks him out quietly and throws his limp body over his back. I tell him, "I'll meet you at the mansion." Before Sebastian takes off, I spare a moment and gaze at dagger, covered in smudged clown makeup and a ripped clown costume. Whatever happened to you? And why would you resist your heroes?

I chuckle to myself at the thought of a ghost and a demon being heroes then start the long walk towards town for a cabbie.

* * *

Notes: Soooo I don't know if this is okay because this is like my second time ever writing a kill scene and i tried to make it semi detailed...? Idk you guys. Review pleeez? ^o^ ((By the way, someone was wondering when they will be doing the butt sex but i don't have any idea where i will incorporate that. I'm so sorry. I'm just trying to get this story out. We'll see how it goes, love!)) 3


	10. 10 - Chest Pains

_WARNING_ : Character death and just overall gore.

Notes: Okay, so there is a LOT of action in this one. Its almost all action haha. This chapter was the turning point of the story and I'm so excited that I got out of the circus arc! woooo now more time for everything elseeeee ;P Anyways, this is a sort of long chapter at a little over 2,000 words! yoooooo dats a lot for me!

* * *

Daggers' awakening is fairly unpleasant. Thrashing about like a wild animal trying to escape from the clutches of its captors which may be understandable from the way Sebastian handled him yesterday.

Sebastian has to chain dagger to the bed for him not to escape; leaving a bucket as a toilet (just the thought of that is sickening) and going in three times a day to hand him food. Every time we enter, he jumps forward with striking intent but jolts back from the restraints that burrow into his ankle. We take everything sharp away from the bed when we realize he has very good aim. He must have been a part of the circus?

After a while of trying to get him to speak, he turns his back to me on his bed and hides his head between his folded knees. When I find that he won't speak to either of us, I leave the room and wait for beast to come and realize that dagger is no longer dagger.

* * *

We wait much longer than we originally thought we had to for beast to come home. Although she got our texts, she came a day and a half after we found Dagger. We show beast to where dagger is and she smiles with excitement (although we told her he might be different then she remembers him) before she sees him.

The door opens to a dagger lying on his –now ripped- bed, facing the opposite wall; knees drew close in what could be seen as foreboding. Beasts smile slowly falls but she calls out to him anyways, wanting him to react. She seems to notice the restraints, the unruly room filled with bed feathers and urine from the spilled bucket. Dagger starts shaking on the bed and mumbles to himself, recognizes the voice but doesn't feel the connection.

Anger flickers in her eyes and looks towards us (as if we did this to him) but Sebastian shakes his head in answer.

"He was worse. He screamed like he wanted to stay there." I supply.

"There?" her voice quivers but I can't seem to feel sadness for her.

"Dagger was in Baron Kelvin's mansion walking around freely. When we were leaving, Dagger was screaming 'father, father, father!'."

I see her entire body shake with an effort to push away the cry that I see in her teary eyes. She falls to her knees next to the bed and I almost stop her from going any farther but dagger hears a body shuffling towards him. Shooting from the bed covers, he grabs out for anyone nearby and claws at the air all the while screaming with spit flying from his mouth in the jagged way he moves his body.

She had fallen onto her back and crawled a few feet away. She stares at dagger that mindlessly tries to scratch his way towards her on the floor now, continuing even when his ankle bleeds from the chafing metal clamp. Oblivious to pain, his bloodied ankle swings about on the floor still attempting to harm Beast.

Tears streaming down her face and her entire body shaking, she no longer tries to hold back her emotions. She must have expected dagger to be just like how he was when she lost him. That is not what happens. That's never what happens.

Sebastian and I watched Beasts hands like claws grappling for something other than reality, but only finding the cold cement floor. If this happened in a different time in my life and if I cared for her at all, I might have felt sorry for her. But it's not, and I don't. I don't feel a thing when I see her lose her sanity.

She forgets that we're here, her only focus being the empty shell of what used to be Dagger. Sebastian glides behind her shaking body, touching her once on the shoulder. Her eyes become clearer from the glaze that fogged the dark orbs, coming out of the trance that Dagger had over her.

Loss. A new subject that hides behind her eyes, in her soul, in her heart. A knawing with an endless hunger. She knows he's gone.

Sebastian holds a certain look and she understands. Its time. The contract is over. She has a look of resignation and acceptance when Sebastian leans over her and from where I stand, I see Sebastian tilt her head back and open her jaw wide open. He thrusts his hand down her throat with a sick slide. She tries making noises from shock but her throat makes loud cracking noises and she gags around Sebastian's forearm helplessly. She hadn't been expecting an arm down her throat. That's not how she saw her end. Sebastian shoves his arm deeper down her throat, her broken lips now touch his elbow and he finally stops, Grabs ahold of something deep inside of her and quickly pulls his arm out with a nauseating 'slick'.

Beast falls to the floor with her mouth split at the ends and her throat broken in weird places, her eyes completely rid of life. Sebastian brings his bloodied hand to his mouth and devours the soul dirtily. Blood being wiped across his face unconsciously, and even licking his hands clean. I see Sebastian's glowing red eyes, pupils blown wide from pure ecstasy. Interesting…

When he looks at me, his eyes change back to his normal burgundy color.

"When was your last 'meal?'?"

After wiping his face clean of a blood that's not his own, he looks down at Beast like an object, not like something he'd killed a moment ago, "nearly 3 decades ago."

* * *

After Sebastian completed the contract, we both decided it would be best to kill Dagger. We did so painlessly. Well, as painless a death can be.

Out in the back garden, we start back towards the manor and I wonder out loud, "What now?"

"Well, the reapers should be arriving any time now. I'm surprised they aren't here now." I can tell he doesn't want to see them at all.

When he talks about the 'reapers' I remember the first time he told me of them.

"Grim Reapers review souls based on lists given to them by unseen departments. These lists are given to the reapers well before the individuals actually die, having some ability to foresee the future. It is their job to remain neutral and emotionless, only there to judge and collect souls. Most dying humans reviewed are allowed to die, unless their existence is beneficial to the world. But most don't live."

Sebastian holds my attention completely, because- this is all so new to me. How did I not know about supernatural creatures and why hadn't I come across one sooner?

He continues, "Grim reapers have enhanced abilities and can withhold a fight from a demon. To them, we are their 'pests'. They clean up after were done. A grim reaper has a death scythe that has the ability to cut through anything and when cut through an individual, their cinematic record-or their entire life- plays out in front of the reaper like a movie would. That is how they judge whether the person will continue to live or die."

I continue walking alongside Sebastian back towards the manor and can hear crickets filling the night with their music. Our foot-steps grounding against the dirt muffles some of their melody. "Shouldn't we be worrying about them now?"

Sebastian looks at me with a smirk in place and is interrupted before he can even start.

"Sebas-channnn! I missed you~" This extremely flashy red head falls in front of Sebastian and immediately clings to him with his leg between Sebastian's.

My face burns with embarrassment at the vulgar site. This person rubs himself (herself?) on Sebastian's thigh. Sebastian looks over at him (her) with utter distaste and pushes the red-head with a single arm. "Too late" Sebastian says impassively. The man (or woman) flails, pushing against Sebastian's hand.

This can't be a reaper, can it? "Uuuhh, who is this?" I ask, awkwardly. I thought they would be… professional

Sebastian sighs and tries to answer my question but the man/woman walks towards me with a sway of hips (all for Sebastian, of course). When he's directly in front of me, "Grell Sutcliffe." he flips his long red hair over his shoulder and places his hands on his hips.

"He's a reaper." Sebastian says behind Grell, sending a hard kick towards Grell's back. Before he falls, he jumps off the ground and flies into the air and crunches his heels down on the ground to grab a chainsaw I previously hadn't seen on the dirt. "Sebas-chan! You're so rough~"

He pulls the handle and the loud whirring of the machine fills the quiet night. I can see a spiked smile in the moonlight before he runs towards Sebastian in a frightening speed. He throws his chainsaw towards Sebastian and although I know he can't be harmed, I scream. "Sebastian! Behin-"

Sebastian swirls midair, his coat tails flail around him comically. He catches the chainsaw with both hands and falls to the ground. Now crouched on the dirt, Grell runs towards him, yelling unthinkable things. Sebastian swipes the chainsaw across where grells chest would have been if it wasn't for him moving away a split second before he would be in two pieces.

"Ah Sebastian, you have been such a bad boy!" Grell flies through the air towards Sebastian and tries to grasp his chainsaw but Sebastian moves away too fast for him to catch up.

"There were so many deaths that night; I could barely keep up with the work! William was about to fire me!" Grell finally catches the chainsaw.

"Grell, I have no time for this." Sebastian says this like he isn't in the air fighting a supernatural being. His voice sounds almost bored.

Grell thrusts the sharp whirring object to stab Sebastian's chest and it slides through his chest with bones breaking and blood spraying onto his jacket.

Grells laughter floats in the air with blood spattering his face and glasses, "Oh Sebastian, you are so beautiful." he touches Sebastian's chest to slide the blood over his jacket and shirt.

"Se-bastian?" why isn't he moving away from him?

As Sebastian trains his gaze on me, Grell heaves the jagged part out of Sebastian's body but the object jams on Sebastian's jacket. He looks pained and confused but he continues to take his jacket off to kick Grell's blushing face.

"Oh Sebastian, have m-my babies." Grell says, now on the ground with Sebastian's hand shoving his neck down into the dirt, choking him.

"Grell, enough." A deep nasal voice speaks behind me.

I turn to see a tall suited man with shining metal glasses and neatly cut hair coming to a stalled fight on the ground.

"Move demon. Enough games."

Sebastian withdraws his hand and he looks like he's so tired of this man being around. Even though he just got here.

With his back turned to me, I see long gardening shears in his left hand. His death scythe… The man leans down to Grell's head and grabs a fistful of hair to drag him towards the manor but stops and says, "It would be best for you to leave. If you're still here while were done-"

"Bye sebasssss-channnn!" Grell screams out, resulting in the man tugging his head and pulling him back towards the manor. Grell kept waving stupidly.

"That is William. One of the reapers." He turns around and folds his arm around his chest.

"How long will they be here?" I don't want them in my mansion any longer then they have to be.

"The cinematic record process isn't very long. They may be here for a few hours. They may be here minutes. I never stay around to watch." Sebastian says with pain in his voice and I remember that he just got stabbed in the chest. He holds himself together; his blood is soaked through his white shirt and is all over his skin.

He notices my gaze and says, "I'll be fine."

I know he will, but that hole in his chest doesn't look right.


	11. 11 - Forsaken

_**Heyyyyy, I'm so dang sorry for not updating sooner. I had this chapter sitting in my computer for like a week without getting action and then i finally thought "Oh man, i feel like wri-OH CRAP! EXISTENCE!" haha so yeah i forgot all about this. I was on a mini-vacation soooo its kind of not my fault ;P (jk, it is. It is completely my fault.)**_  
_**Well, here it is. This is the stories turning point you guys. Like, I'm getting excited.**_  
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(Sebastian)

As I walk towards the old grey brick wall, I feel my insides rearranging themselves. It's something I have long since gotten used to; my contractors always nominate me to be their human body guard or shield. They take no damage, while I take it all. What they don't know, or what they don't care about, is that I can feel pain. I'm just able to heal.

My hand grazes the jagged opening when I sit down and I feel my wound painfully reopen and maybe even rip a little. Blood and unknown bodily fluids start climbing my throat; the taste clings to the backs of my teeth and the taste buds of my tongue. I have no choice but to spill the filthy mixture onto the ground when it completely fills my mouth. I lean back against the cold stone to rest my eyes, waiting for the reapers to make their quick descent.

* * *

Ciel kicks me on my thigh, jolting the sleep away from me quickly. I hadn't known I was asleep, or for how long, but before I can put much thought to this, Ciel says, "I think they've gone."

I touch my chest to feel the only evidence left of my previous wound; crusted blood on expensive fabric. With my Injury completely gone, I train my eyes on the mansion and stand from the fence.

The trek towards the house is short and silent; still deep into the night cycle. Once inside, we find the forgotten bodies lying on the tile where we left them. I remember again, reapers only take note of the souls. Not the actual body.

I hear Ciel shuffling, bringing his shirt up to shield the acrid stench away. Their blood now dried on the floor like spilled brown paint and a smell seeping from their entire being, I finally notice that they have been moved. What the reapers did to them and why, I don't know but I also don't care to know.

Ciel looks and stares at me for a moment with his shirt sleeve hiding his nose and mouth, not daring to look back at the corpses, and seems to come to some type of resolve. He turns around to leave the room. He goes somewhere deep inside the mansion and finds me nearly 20 minutes after he left, but now has a large blue duffle and a black messenger bag in hand.

A moment passes where he stands there and waits for me to move about. Does he want me to go somewhere with him? He's this willing to leave his treasured home of many many years for something unknown?

"Well? Shouldn't we be going? "He says to me with an expectant look.

"That would be the smart choice, but I haven't an idea where you think we're going."

"Won't you need another meal soon? I... can help."

I hold a deep chuckle back and say, "What is it you think you can do to help me?"

He sighs at my question and chooses not to respond. "If were leaving, we leave the country. You won't see this place for a long while if you follow me. Is this really what you want?" I say to him, trying to show him the options he desires.

He drops his duffle onto the pristine tile and scratches his face in annoyance. "Sebastian, stop trying to talk me out of this. I know my choices and I chose one. Now, are we leaving or not?"

I spare a glance at his large blue bag on the floor and look at his pale face one last time to nod. I walk passed him, through the threshold; never looking back once. He follows me through the winding hallways, down to the front entrance way and outside into the darkness. I hop in the front seat of Beasts 1968 Oldsmobile and pop the trunk open for Ciel to shove his only belongings in.

The moon being the only light shining our way, the engine comes to life with a deep rumble and the front lights flash towards our exit. Ciel hops in with a slam of the door and clicks his seatbelt. I drive down the long graveled road while Ciel turns his head to look at the shrinking manor behind us. The mansion that was once his. I see him grieve his home before were even out of the lengthy driveway. I also see him push that feeling down. He turns back around in his seat, and the internal subject seems to be settled. What little emotion he did have for his home, he repressed it. It's no longer a choice. To make the situation even weirder, he chose a dangerous being as a better choice than living safely within his home for eternity.

* * *

(Ciel)

Sebastian drives wherever he cares to go and here I am, hours after we left, not even caring that I will never see my house again. What once was important to me seemed to be so little when I had a new toy to play with and something new to figure out.

I thought it would be harder for me to leave my home of many years, and yet it wasn't. Sebastian seemed to be a better option than wasting away at my mansion with only cases to work on. There was a new type of wisdom that Sebastian holds, something that I yearn to know. Like a gift you have always wanted or a case you always wanted to finish. There may be many more types of supernatural beings that I have no idea about. There's obviously a lot I don't know about reapers and still more to learn from demons. Sebastian holds the key to unlock all of this new knowledge about supernatural creatures and probably other (many) things I have no idea about.

I stuck to Sebastian and I can't help but think, is this really permanent?

Notes: I love you guys. A lot. If no one commented on my crap, i probably wouldn't still be writing this story. Not saying that i get a lot of good reviews, but hey, i get some nice compliments and that boosts my 'happy writer' bar WAYYY up. ;P


	12. 12 - Taking Flight and Taking Names

Notes: OH MAI GOD LOOK WHO UPDATED EARLIER THEN LAST TIME! I'm so proud of myself *fans face* haha anyways heres another chapter! Not really liking the beginning of this chapter but i thought it needed to be there... idk, maybe not. But WHatEvrR. Okay I'm gonna stop being weird and show you, LE CHAPTER!

Sebastian drove an hour and a half towards Dover to find the aged hobbit-like hotel Sebastian booked us in. The aged stone walls were covered in flowering vines that weaved around French glass windows. The roof was made up of old wood planks that have, over the years, grown moss. A large tree that may be as old as the hotel hung over the right side of the lobby door and up above almost a story taller than the building itself. The entire hotel held this unreal dreamlike look to it.

The morning sun was rising as we fished my bags from the trunk and strolled through the unoccupied lobby to the main desk. I looked around the bright room while Sebastian checks us in. The sunroof just above the lobby desk shines blue morning light onto us and the rest of the room. Where its light doesn't touch, two small chandeliers hang from the high ceiling to light the rest. This room has been updated, where I think the outside is all original. In the corner of the room, I see two large chairs that don't quite fit in. I sit on one by the unlit fireplace and feel the worn fabric. This is how they were made when I was little. I rub the expensive blue velvet and wonder how it's still in such good condition.

Sebastian clears his throat and stands immediately for him to hand me one of the keycards to the room. I wasn't listening when the lady told us the room number, so I try to keep up with his broad steps. We exchanged few words that night. Once alone in the spacious suite, I plop my bags onto the floor next to my bed and rest there on the sheets, checking my emails. I hear Sebastian in the living room talking on his cell, but his words are reduced to a mumble through the door. The mumbles sound hushed but quick. The phone call ends quickly and silence fills the suite until he knocks on my door.

"Come in." Sebastian lightly pushes the door open and stands in the doorway.

"I assumed you wouldn't have a passport, so I had my acquaintance make you one. It may take a week or so to arrive… Do you have any questions?"

"Where exactly are we going?" I sit up and let my feet dangle from the tall bed. Of course, my feet don't touch the floor because of my stunted growth.

"India. I have someone that can help us hide out there where no one knows us." Sebastian moves for the door. As he's leaving I ask, "What is my new alias?"

I hear Sebastian huff a laugh, "I didn't think you would ask yet."

"Sebastian, what is it?"

He meets my curious gaze and responds, "Vincent Michaelis." His sly smile is the last thing I see before he closes the door, leaving me staring at the wall where he used to stand.

Did he choose my father's name on purpose? Why did he give me his last name?

* * *

Three uneventful days pass by and today in the middle of the afternoon, a pudgy old man gives Sebastian my passport along with plane tickets in a thick black folder. He waddles away quickly and without words. Sebastian tells me: "remember if anyone asks, I'm your uncle, we moved to India for a business opportunity in a big city, you're homeschooled and have a part-time job as-"

"Yes Sebastian I know the rest. I am 15 and you're 37." What he doesn't know is that I don't really have to be 15 at all. I can change my appearance if I wanted too, but I don't really feel like telling him. Why? I'm not actually sure.

After that, we clean the room and pack up what little things we have to checkout of the hotel at 1pm sharp to get to the airport at 2:00.

* * *

The flight has yet to begin and I feel my heart pumping wildly in my chest. I wring my hands in excitement and a smidgen of anxiety. I feel Sebastian rustle next to me and cross his arms to his chest. Closing his eyes, I realize he is trying to fall asleep.

I turn to look out the window, waiting for the plane to start up its flight. The engine slowly revs up until it completely fills the cabin with a loud hum. A high pitched whistle can be heard and I wonder what it could be. The captain greets us by saying the flight number and continues on with what may just be a list of things that he reads off every time. He tells us the weather for today and then says his name. I hear the small air-conditioning vents slow down and power off then see a small seatbelt sign blink green.

For a first time flying in an airplane think of how weird this is. I have seen movies with people flying in an airplane but nothing beats this feeling. Of actually being here, feeling the plane jolt then start wheeling towards the landing strip. I didn't know it was possible, but the engines get louder and louder the closer we get towards getting in the air. The plane drives down the strip so quickly that my legs fly back under my seat and my head falls back onto the headrest. I let my head stay glued to the seat but roll my gaze towards the window where the scenery outside flies by in a blur of grey, black, green and blue.

My heart beats faster and faster as I feel the plane is no longer touching the ground, lifting off into the air. The only gravity I feel is the one pushing me back against the seat. The scenery outside shrinks into a small looking island of grey and tan. The small cars looking like shiny colored ants and the buildings like building blocks a child would have.

When the plane is high up in the air, we fly through the slight cloud cover and my excitement still bubbles in my belly. I look at Sebastian and see him staring at me. His eyes are smiling at me yet his face is blank.

"Your first time on a plane?"

"Yeah." I wonder how long he was looking at me. Did he see me looking so excited? Embarrassment burns my cheeks and I look towards the window, down below where we passed through the clouds and mentally ask myself why he was making that face at me. I leave my mental conversation without answer so I settle into the wide chair and gaze out of the oval window to let my mind wander elsewhere.

Notes: I am in the process of writing the next chapter, so maybe it will be up real soon..? ((not making any promises though. I tend to jinx myself quite often..)) Okay soooo in the end of this chapter, you know how sebs was staring at Ciel? I wanted that to be him finally noticing Ciel in a different way. I mean Sebastian always had the eyes for him (sexually at least. But sebs would never do anything to Ciel without his permission or a sort of TYPE of permission lolol) but now hes actually taking a liking to him. \\\WOOOOOOOOO\\\ Tell me what you think please, I enjoy your reviews! 3


	13. 13 - Arrival

New characters come into play and I'm actually really happy they're finally getting in the story. When I began this story, I knew I wanted them in the story somewhere, because I love Soma and Ciel as BFF's (of course Ciel thinks of Soma as a blubbering idiot sometimes, but secretly, very very deep inside him, he knows that he likes Soma.) Notes:OH MAN! You guyyyyss! I'm so excited for things to ACTUALLY start happening! Btw, I apologize for not posting in nearly a month! HolyJeezus! *ten minutes of crying and apologizing, I finally come back to earth...* ...I'm sorry. enjoy! c:

Sebastian failed to mention that his friend was a servant of a prince. In fact both the prince (Soma) and the servant (Agni) are good friends of Sebastian's. We walk through the grand white and gold entrance and the first thing I see is a giant golden throne with two women-servants on each side. The sight is a bit intimidating and I mentally curse myself: Damn, I know nothing of their religion, ifthey have one. I don't know any of their customs, what do I do? Do I bow? Do I stay silent until the prince speaks? I stop my train of thought and start following Sebastian's movements with my eyes. I will just follow his lead.

A white-haired man runs from the far corner of the room and embraces Sebastian tightly. Sebastian stands stiffly in the hug and the sight is so odd that I can't help but chuckle.

The man (who must be Agni) pulls away from the hug but still holds Sebastian's arms… "It's been so long." He smiles then turns his attention to me and goes to shake my hand, "Agni," He bows with my hand still in his, "So nice to meet you, Mr. Phan- Michaelis." He looks at Sebastian then I and he smiles once again.

"I have heard much about you." This confuses me. Why would Sebastian even care to mention me? Maybe when he was asking about my information for the Id and passport, my other info ran into the conversation?

He is still talking when my thought process ends-"Prince Soma Asman Kadar." He still bows as he waves his hand towards the smiling prince. I hear Sebastian shuffle to bow as well and I immediately follow suit.

"Please; you are my guests of honor!" Soma stands from the throne and walks towards us with a bright smile that could light the entire room. His smile leaves no room for ulterior motives, which is kind of pleasing when in our situation.

Soma lets his gaze fall onto me, "Ciel, is it?" He must know my name, but for the conversations sake, he asks anyways.

Sudden silence fills the room. "Yes. So pleased to meet you." I'm about to bow but I catch myself, for the princes preferences.

Soma nods his head once and presents a playful unabashed expression. He tugs my body towards his and flings his arm around my shoulders in a brotherly fashion. My body stiffens with the unexpected contact. My mouth falls open and I quickly feel embarrassment sting my cheeks. "I feel like we're going to be the best of friends, don't you?"

I try to find Sebastian, to make sure that he's not watching but to my dismay, see him silently chuckling to himself, his hand covering his mouth.

Soma stares at my expression happily (apparently not caring of how embarrassed I am right now) then gazes at Sebastian-"Please make yourself at home." He looks at me again and starts walking, "Come, I'll show you around the palace!" He throws a quick glance at some servants standing nearby and they start rushing to grab our bags to walk off into a different corridor.

* * *

Our tour ended short when Prince Soma was called for an important matter. Sebastian seems to know the large palace quite well, so he navigates our bedrooms.

"Sebastian, what will we be doing here?"

"I thought I told you, we-"

"Yes, but you left out all the details. Do I have to work? If so, does that mean I will also actually go to school?"

"You have to be homeschooled. Unless you want to go to public school?" He laughs at me but then says, "You may work, if you like. Just not detective work of course."

I roll my eyes, of course, Sebastian. "I'll think about it."

"Certainly. Take your time."

Quickly after that, we arrive at our doors, mere feet away and bid each other good night.

I'm fully unsurprised to see the room is a large suite carrying the same theme the main room had. White and gold being a constant, along with red, blue, and purple designs. My eyes follow the low whistle I hear and see a balcony over-looking the city. The open glass doors let cool wind flow through the room, the sheer curtains brush against the shiny beige tile in a relaxing flow. I breathe in my surroundings and close my eyes thinking of all the reasons why I'm here and why I should be enjoying being here. I'm here because I put myself here. I'm the one that wanted to follow Sebastian.

I rub my eyes in small frustration that I will never be able to see my long-time home again, but this was my choice. Not his.

I feel the desire to leave this place and adventure the city, to at least find something that I can like here, so I change my form into someone older looking in hopes of not being kidnapped by the way I look (13).

I glide through the building without anyone ever seeing me (like always) and finally wave down a taxi. A little over 30 minutes later, I'm buying a simple word dictionary for Bengal in a gas station.

I jog across the street towards the brightly lit fast-food restaurant and sit down on one of the many empty chairs to start studying the word dictionary. Not even a minute later, Sebastian sits down in the seat across me, throwing his left arm behind the metal backing.

"What are you doing out so late?" He appears to check his watch and reads aloud the time, "9:46?"

I sigh in exasperation, "Why did you follow me? Did you need something? If so, I'm sure there are servants that could have taken care of it for you. I came here to be alone, so if you don't mind," I leave my sentence off with a wave of my hand. The gesture clearly telling him to bug off.

His burgundy eyes glance at the dictionary I'm reading then back up at me, "Well, maybe I can help you study the language? Surely it's easier when taught to you."

"I guess I can't make you leave." I slide the book across the table towards him, "Fine."

About ten minutes pass of him saying a word along with the English word and myself repeating the Bengal version, trying to remember them both and their meanings. Sebastian pauses our session so he can buy a coffee just so the fast-food workers wont kick us out for being in there and not have bought anything.

He sits down with the steaming cup in hand and takes a long sip. Just above the collar of his grey sweater, I see his Adams apple glide up then back down when he swallows the hot beverage. I'm momentarily amazed at the simple beauty of him in general. Embarrassment stings my cheeks and ears when I notice that I've been staring at Sebastian's pale neck for a little too long.

I look away when I hear him chuckle at me. He leans over the chocolate brown table with coffee still in hand, "You have been staring at me quite often, lately. Not just tonight, but all the time. I can't help but wonder, do you fancy me?" I see his canines shine in the dull light when he smiles so fucking seductively. It irritates me how he can do that so seemingly effortlessly.

I clear my throat and say, "Oh don't be so arrogant, and who would like a demon like you?"

"Many people like me, I only let certain ones go far enough to actually get to know me."

"Only when a contract is involved, right? Only when it's absolutely necessary?"

"Why are you so angry? Is it because you yourself know nothing of me?"

My mouth hangs open and I shake my head in anger. I snatch the dictionary away from him and stand from the table. I feel like I have to say something to him so I stand there, paused, at the table. But I think against it.

I rush for the exit of the grungy fast-food place and wish that conversation didn't ever happen. His last sentence rings in my ears as the memory runs through my mind over and over again. It's true, isn't it? All of it. All of what he said must be true. That's why I'm soangry. I'm so angry because I hadn't known until he said something. God fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? I start running towards the street-light and mentally praise the lord that Sebastian didn't try to follow me. If he had, I think I would lose my mind. If he saw me crying, I don't know what I would do.

Notes: soooooo if you didn't notice, Ciel finally realized that he rEaLLY likes this handsome devil named Sebastian Michaelis. Hnnggh, who wouldn't? *Dies*


	14. 14 - Touch

Notes: Okay warning, theres lots of cussing in this and the next one! I already wrote the next chapter but I'm going to read through it once more, check for any mistakes ;D I'm SO happy with this chapter and it actually ended up pretty long (longer then most of my chapters at least...) ENJOY!

So many emotions run through my body, all whirring around my mind and slashing my nerves to pieces. Anger, because I never thought I would have to confront a conversation like that, ever. Fright, because I'm afraid of what this might have done to our relationship. Embarrassment, because how will I even talk to him anymore? Lastly is confusion. Do I really… like him? In that way? Why would I not know? Why does he know before me? Actually scratch that, it makes sense for the devil to know something before the person in question does.

I finally stop running once I'm nearly a mile away (As a ghost, I'm thankful I don't have asthma anymore) I shakily wave down a taxi and tell the driver to take the scenic route towards the palace, just so I can be alone to sort out my emotions. At least the scenery will be a distraction from my worries. I know inevitably, Sebastian will be at the palace and he may even confront me. This makes me feel 10x worse so I scoot closer to the door and lean my head against the rattling glass, attempting to concentrate heavily onto the darkened trees and shrubs which continuously fly by my window.

* * *

I run through the long winding halls invisibly and as quickly as possible so I can hide within the safety of my room; when and if I find it of course.

I'm not sure how much time has passed, but when I find my door I breathe a sigh of relief since I haven't ran into Sebastian yet. I slide through the door and into the amber lit room, and that night, I'm glad he lets me be.

* * *

Soma, Agni and a servant knock on my door at nearly 10 am. They invite me for breakfast in their cafeteria and I know I cannot decline. As I walk in, I immediately notice Sebastian's presence. I assumed he would be here, why wouldn't one of the two guests not dine with the prince?

I stare at the neatly set and expensive wood table that only holds a place setting for one while Agni ushers me to the side opposite of Soma. Agni sits beside soma, placing his hands atop the dark red table covering. I'm overtly aware of Sebastian's presence beside me once my mind actually clears itself. After that thought passes, I soon realize that the servants standing by the wide blue doors are making no move to hand Sebastian, Agni, or I plates or eating utensils.

"Mr. Michaelis has told me that neither of you will be eating with us. No matter, but we wanted you both to be present as we wish to elaborate a few things." Soma tells the servants to leave the room, and only come in once Agni has called them back.

Soma walks to the end of the room, by the door, and washes his hands in a crème-colored washbowl before sitting down once again. I read up of Bengali customs and I remember that being one of them; to wash your hands before eating. He grabs the meat with his right hand and enthusiastically chews on a piece of steak.

Agni catches my attention with a quick nod and begins. "We are aware that you both are of the supernatural kind. It was very hard to believe and accept in the beginning, but Sebastian and I have been good friends for many years and he has yet to prove himself wrong in my eyes. Soma has never cared of the subject and accepted Sebastian without judgment." He looks at soma carefully and continues, "The reason I bring this forthright is for your own comfort. Know now that we do not care of your beginnings or past, but be contented in our presence." He smiles unjudgementally.

My gaze turns towards Sebastian whilst everyone else's gaze turns to me. I don't feel uncomfortable in their scrutiny for my reaction; I only feel slight anger that Sebastian told them I was a supernatural being before I could even think about telling them such a thing.

Even though the matter seemed to be a big issue in my mind, it was quickly resolved between us all and then we never spoke of it again between the four of us. Surprisingly easy conversation set in afterwords and I silently listened to Soma and Agni exchange old stories from another time. Of course, this makes me think back to my past and the people that filled it.

This is one of the reasons why I don't make human friends, I think bitterly. Because they will become a thing of the past once their lives expire. Only a memory.

I feel my stomach sink with sadness and wish that it wouldn't happen to these two. I may think I hate Soma occasionally but really, Soma is one of the brightest souls I have come across. Elizabeth comes to mind and I feel myself smile, ignoring the conversation going on before me.

In her last years, she lived happily with her husband-whom her family and even her brother approved of-she had children and even grandchildren. After the third generation of Midford's came along, I stopped keeping watch over them. I felt that I had to move on; I couldn't always keep guard of my past. Elizabeth lived a happy life, and that's how I wanted to remember her, ever since the beginning. To see Elizabethhappy.

* * *

Mid-afternoon, on a walk through the dense city, I see a small candy shop that sells an assortment of lollipops, chocolate covered everything, sour candies, gummies and so much more. Donuts and other confectionaries are displayed in the shop window. My mind instantly falls inside of the very distant memory where Funtom lies. My father's company, the one of which I could not take over. After I died, the family line perished as well. Funtom went to ruin after a wrong owner took over and that was the end of that.

Even through the sad memory, I feel an urge to come see the candy shop for myself. I open the glass door with the metal bell clanging against the glass annoyingly. The shop is small, a bit un-air-conditioned and family owned. I only see two teenagers, one handing a bag of donuts to an elderly woman and her son, the older of the two teen's checks out a man in sunglasses at the cash register.

I smell fresh chocolate and caramel apples, sweet candy and sour gummies, the aromas mixing in the air and still somehow adding to the atmosphere. I see a glass casing full of cakes and cookies at the far left corner of the room, just as you walk in. I feel my mouth water with the beauty of its display and the smells in the air. I just wish I could eat-to actually eat and not pretend to taste it.

I look where the younger teen is cashing out the elderly lady and I see a small sign stuck to the outside of a display case reading "job opening". My mind races to the opportunity; At least it's a start. I'm asking for a job application and the (maybe16 year old) teen replies in a thick accent "Ill speak with mother, but she will want to know do you speak any Bengal?" he adds as he hands me the job application.

"I'm still learning the language." He gives me a not-so-nice smile and it quickly falls away. His sister arrives at the register and elbows her brother hard in the side. "Piyal!" he rubs his side in anger and glares daggers into Piyal's entire being.

I nearly laugh at the exchange but before the angry teen can say anything else, Piyal tells him "Mā cāẏa. Yāna." All I hear is mom and go, at least that is all I can understand. Thanks to my intense studying all last night, I understand some things.

Once he passes behind the curtain hanging behind her, she starts in almost perfect English, "Sorry for the inconvenience, he's not always like that. I'll talk with mother to get a good word in for you." her complexion is lighter than her brother and she speaks better English then him, which leads me to believe she is only half Indian. I give her a small smile instead of a response.

She smiles as well and continues, "Well is there anything I can get you while you're here?" Her dark brown hair and light grey eyes shine in the light and I'm about to decline but I feel warmth on my shoulder.

I look up to feel black wisps of hair grazing my cheeks. I'm now being embraced by the devil and I immediately feel my cheeks turn hot and my body goes rigid. I figure that if I struggle, it will only cause a bigger scene.

"No were fine. Thanks." He takes the application from me and guides me outside into the city once more.

"You were thinking about working with her?" he laughs as we walk through the afternoon heat and corrects himself, "Oh I meant, working here?" His bright red eyes stare into mine in humor and maybe something else.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." I try to push away from him, but he holds me tighter. I feel his phone digging into my side and think of telling him that it hurts but I decide not to. "Yes, I want to work there. But that's none of your business anyways. Why are you following me?Again." I rip the paper from his now cool hands and almost shiver when he grabs my hand in his. "I was bored. And I was already in the city." The hell you were…

I try to shove my hand out of his grasp but he holds my wrist tighter, almost painfully tight. "Ciel. You never answered my question from last night. Do you-w"

"Sebastian, I don't have time for this" The demon went straight to the point.

"You were just about to leave for the palace weren't you?" He stills grasps my wrist in his now warming hand. "Just answer my question." Anger burns in my chest and maybe more than a little anxiety.

Fuck it all. "Fuck… I don't know! Okay? Is that an okay answer for you, you big fucking soul-eating demon. Why would it matter anyways? So you can poke fun at me for one other thing out of a million things?" I said too much and I'm immediately out of breath and completely embarrassed in front of the three people that have stopped nearby and stared at us. I regret saying the last part of my sentence and I mentally slap myself for making this situation so much harder than it already is.

He stares at me blankly which infuriates me even more. I can't even tell what he's thinking cause his expression is so guarded. What the hell does any of this matter for? Just say something, you oaf!

His hand on my wrist lets some pressure off but slides up my arm slowly. My heart rushes in anxiety and I wonder what. Is. He. Doing?

His hand slides up my neck and stops at the side of my face, embracing my cheek like a lover would... my heart doesn't stop racing, speeds up even more when his body is over-shadowing mine.

"No. Your answer isn't good enough. I need to know. You know why, don't you?"

My gaze can't be anywhere else but on him, so I just stare into his eyes. His eyes keep changing from human pupils to slitted cat eyes, the color changing from burgundy to bright red, the color of fresh blood.

I gulp down and wait for him to continue, and he does."I want you, Ciel. Don't you understand?"

My breathing can be heard clearly now. I couldn't have braced myself for this statement, even if I had a million years to prepare for it. "I…" I want to run away but I'm so afraid I can't move.

I see a muscle in his jaw work and his eyes stare towards my lips in; well, what can only be described as lust. Ah fuck, I would never be prepared for this.

He leans down, over me, and touches his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. He pulls back to look into my eyes and all I'm thinking now is, his lips were so warm, and why did he stop.

I shuffle my hand behind his neck and pull him back down to kiss once more, keeping him in place. I feel like I'm floating into space, being carried away in his warmth. This feels so right, so natural. Like I belong in his arms.

I touch his bottom lip with my tongue, only hoping that I'm doing okay in my inexperience and hear him grunt over the contact. I feel myself almost whimper with how sexy his deep lust-covered voice sounds. The only thought that remains in my sick twisted mind is 'I'm so deep in love right now and I don't even care.'

Notes: Heyyooooooooo! I really hope i wrote that kiss okay, i wanted it to be sweet but like, mmmsexy haha. There may or may not be sex in the next chapter... :D THATS TOO BIG OF A HINT BUT I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE HAHA! :D Until next time, my loves!~ u


	15. 15 - The Coming

**This chapter is all sex. Pretty much nothing else to it LOL woops**

He bites my lip for the first time, my breath hitches and my feet urge my body higher. He leads us both into the alley beside the candy shop, never breaking away from our lip-lock to see where he was going.

His thumbs glide through my pant loops just above my ass and his hands squeeze there. "Ah, god what are you doing." He rubs his hands in a circular motion and continues when he breaks away from the kiss to answer.

"Having a feast, of course." he smirks and then bites my lip once more. He slaps my behind once, and I whimper loudly disconnecting the kiss. His tongue laps at my lip and I open my mouth, letting him lick and suck wherever he pleases.

One hand leaves its place from my bum and rubs at my aching cock through my black trousers. "Ghuuh, we shouldn't do this here, Sebastian."

He sucks on my bottom lip one last time before moving away to look at me fully. "Hmmm, how do I know you won't change your mind once we arrive at the palace?" He stares into my face, blushed red and nearly crying with pleasure and smirks, close to laughing at my poor appearance.

He covers my body with his against the cold brick wall and whispers into my ear, "Can you wait for me?" He bites my ear and I respond with a lusting drawn out yes.

He growls at me with his hunger and immediately picks me up. In that process, I remember how much I used to hate it when he carried me, now it's exciting and slightly embarrassing. I mentally thank him that we are invisible.

He flies through the air in impossible speed no one can humanly accomplish and my stomach flies high in my belly with happiness. I only hope he doesn't know just how happy I am about all of… this.

We fly through the afternoon heat, passing the unknowing strangers going on about their day. He rushes through the palace and not a single servant suspects any one thing amiss when a dark figure flashes before their eyes.

The doors to our rooms come into vision and he ends up taking me to his. As we walk through the threshold, he rearranges the way he carries me. His body now between my arms and legs. My chin rests on his shoulder letting me view the reverse way of where he is going.

I hear rustling of cloth, a sliding door open and a breeze. My eyes widen and I realize he must really be a pervert to want to do this outside.

Before setting me on the sturdy railing, he whispers, "Don't worry, no one is around."

He nibbles on my ear a bit and trails kisses from my cheekbone all the way back to my lips. Still between my legs, he thrusts his hips up to mine, letting me feel just exactly how big he is. How is this gonna work?

Once I start kissing back, he starts groaning like from before but deeper, louder, and more concentrated. He thrusts in tune to the kiss, and I feel like my mind is going to overload with pleasure. My dick isn't half as big as his, I think almost grudgingly.

He picks me up once more and strolls back inside, towards the bathroom. Great.

Once there, he takes my shirt off, revealing my nearly glowing pale skin. He sighs then, and tweaks my nipples. "You are so beautiful." He turns me around towards the mirror, still tweaking my nipples and thrusts his hips towards my ass.

"W-wait this is weird. I don't want to see my face." His face, maybe a foot taller than me, is beside my head, smirking at my reflection. I accidentally see my face and notice the pink burning into my cheeks and my dilated blue eye.

"Ciel, look at your body. It's so beautiful; it's sinful to look at. Your soul is magnificent." He licks my neck then nibbles at the base where my neck and shoulder connect.

One of his hands trails down my belly, tickling the small hairs there, and slides beneath the fabrics of my pants and underwear. My breath hitches and my whole body twitches with the sudden contact.

His smooth, soft hand lightly tugs at my cock while he laps at my neck then bites. Hard. Leaving marks from his sharp canines. My body jerks when he disconnects his mouth from my skin and I feel some energy seep from me. He fucking ate some of my soul!

He swallows something (my fucking soul) "Ciel." He whines, and this makes my gaze jerk to see him. His pupils are blown so wide, they're almost completely black. His body sways with mine and I think to myself, he looks like a kitten on catnip. I laugh slightly and he moans my name again.

He licks and sucks at my neck, licking away any residuals of my soul and whispers through licks, "You're mine. No one else's."

His arms loop around my belly and he says again, "mine."

He picks me up and quickly strides towards the bedroom. Finally.

He lays me down and keeps my arms and legs wrapped around him. He deepens the kiss and thrusts up every time he bites into my lip.

I push his chest away and look at him sternly, "strip for me." I haven't seen his body yet and damn it, I want a show of it.

He pulls away from me with a smirk on his face, like a cat that just swallowed the canary.

He tugs his shirt off with both hands sliding up his chest and flings the red sweater across the room. His pale skin gleams in the afternoon light that filters through the room. His entire torso is toned and I knew that from the beginning, I could feel his muscles tensing and pulling every time he carried me. He stands from the bed and holds the zipper in place before tugging it down slowly, revealing dark hairs leading down into his underwear. His shoes come off effortlessly and then the only thing left on him is his black boxers and the black earrings he always wears.

From where I lie on the bed, I can clearly see the outline of his cock. I even see it twitch beneath the fabric. His size and shape is so beautiful and it fits him perfectly.

I stared so long at his cock that I never even noticed what he was doing with that mouth. God damn, that mouth.

His slim fingers slide in and out of his mouth, where he sucks and licks them. Sweet saliva (now that I know what his mouth tastes like, ugh yes) drips along his middle and ring finger and finally slips them out so he can rub his cock (sadly still in his underwear).

I then think to myself that him stripping so far away from me was a bad idea. I can't feel his breath, his heat, and his muscles. All I have currently is his gaze.

"Sebastian, come here."

His hand comes out just a bit slicker then before he jerked off- god damn all these images being put in my head right now.

He licks his hand free of saliva and other juices and starts stalking me towards the bed. He crawls on top of the bed and grabs my legs to clamp around his hips.

He licks all the way from my neck to my ear and bites softly. "Mine."

His hand rips away my pants and underwear in one smooth move and jerks me off slowly, teasingly. I feel my body jerk and twitch every time I feel myself come too close.

His tongue licks and wraps around mine while his thumb rubs the tip of my cock, and then suddenly his hand is gone. And again, he's licking his fingers, the ones that were warm with precome seconds ago.

His saliva looks like liquid silk as it slowly slides down his palm. Once he stops, he joins his gaze with mine and I know instantly, that this is the beginning of something huge. Our relationship will never be back to… whatever we were. To being frien-

His finger pushes into my hole and stretches it open. He continues to kiss me, maybe to distract me of the slight pain I'm in and proceeds to thrust his long finger within me. Once I'm used to the feeling, he adds another finger. Every thrust, I feel my ass stretching and relaxing and the differences between those two add so much pleasure.

I feel myself thrust against his fingers and I vaguely hear him laugh a deep rumble. He adds a third finger and the stretch that I feel then is the most pleasurable. I whine his name and beg him for more. He tries to tell me I'm not ready, but I don't care. I want him. I need him. Now.

He sighs and finally (finally) releases his cock from the confines of his underwear. I whimper at the sight of him. The thin dark hairs, the light pink veins, the tip, the size, oh god the sizeof him was monstrous and beautiful, all the same.

He slowly jerks himself and slicks the length of him up and down with his own precome. I moan at the sight of the devil biting his lips as he stares at me blatantly.

He rubs his tip in a circular motion around my hole, then up and down to tease me. Very very slowly, he pushes his large hot tip inside the first ring of muscle in me. My head falls back into the now ruffled pillows and I try to push away all my anxiety. I tell myself I'm safe, but the devil is very mysterious in which I have no way of knowing what he will do next or if that next thing will involve my pain.

His tip digs into me and slides slowly, oh so slowly, until I have almost half of him inside me. He looks pained and I can tell instantly that he's trying very hard to restrain himself from just fucking me without consideration and the thought of him even thinking of my pleasure makes my heart weak. Even something like him can care. I organize that thought deep inside my brain so I can remember it for a later time.

He thrusts once he's halfway in and I moan so loudly, I feel tears sting my eyes. I hear him grunt and breathe heavily once he starts thrusting harder, his fangs glinting and his eyes glow red as seething lava.

His thrusts get harder and harder. Hard enough that he sends my body up to hit the silk headboard. I feel saliva and precome drip from my hole and I squirm with pleasure when he pulls out completely and stretches me with his warmth once more.

He bites my neck and whispers my name with almost each thrust. His cock becoming harder each thrust he goes deeper. The entire bed shrieks with our movements and I'm kept at a nearly screaming point, where his cock-even ¾ of the way in- touches my prostate. My dick twitches each time he hits my prostate when he hurries his movements. His thrusts hard and quick, so fast only a demon could do it, I feel his hand twist around on the head of my dick, and that's where I lose it.

I feel my balls seize up and my cum spurts onto my chest, even reaching my chin. My hole twitches and convulses around Sebastian's cock and he hurries his thrusts.

"Seb-ahstian,"

His hips make a circular motion and one last time, he buries himself fully inside me. After coming I'm hypersensitive when he roughly pushes my prostate. I feel his entire cock twitch multiple times inside me before I feel a hot sensation inside. All I hear is his heavy breathing beside my head and my own heartbeat.

He's about to pull out of me-he must assume that I don't want anymore- so I stop him by holding his hips in place. He looks at me, confused and I say, "Tired already? You really are old, aren't you?"

He looks away smirking and laughs. I let myself soak up his beauty at that moment. His beautiful black hair, his lava-hot eyes, his nose that looks like it was sculpted by the Greek sculptor Lysippos, his smooth devilish lips that sang sinful songs, and his long pale neck that makes anyone want to mar it in about the absolute best way possible.

I smile when he looks back at me and I say, "You know, I can get used to this."

He closes his eyes right before he kisses me but pauses and says, "me too."

He places a single kiss on my lips and says, "And by the way, I'm not that old."


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Kuroshitsuji, Romance, Supernatural