OOC Memory 002 -- Sight/Sound
Juliet was safe and unharmed. Black for once felt... relief? At least his rage had calmed. The dough came out of the refrigerator, beginning to mold it in his bare fingers until they touched something hard. Now that wouldn't do, pulling out the crystal within. His eyes rolled back and he slid down against the oven.
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Why didn't you kill her? Was killing someone of your own flesh and blood scary?
"Because it was your job!" the boy said; his master had said. That brilliant blue eye stared up at him without a single loss of conviction. "It is because even if you had died, you would come protect me and save me. That is why I did not shoot." The graveyard behind them blanketed the field of grass. A grave, but whose? It was not any name he remembered. Daylight and brightly lit against the wind that caused a few leaves to brush past him.
His eyes widened a little, stunned by the words streaming out of his master. He had thought him spineless and weak for the moment when it mattered, but his master had surprised him again.
"The contract between you and I is: Until my objective is complete, you will become my power. Protect me to the end so I am not killed." He wanted to say something, but all he could do was listen, stunned to silence. His master's lips moved, but the words had faded, the area behind them flicking to black, to the darkness he had picked his name from. A black looming King's chess piece stood behind Ciel.
"You demons have no such thing as 'convictions' or 'loyalty,' isn't that right?" Back to the funeral again, staring at the butler as if he hadn't been listening properly. As if he needed to be reminded, like a dog. "If that is the case, then you will protect me for the sake of your aesthetics!"
Back to the darkness again, the funeral disappearing. There was a fallen black Queen to his right, a woman in red trapped underneath, covered in blood. Black's lips parted in the dream, cracking a little around the edges as he spoke, "To survive, it is always good for you, the King, to manipulate all the pieces.
To use us. The Knight," his body flashed, covered in blood that was not his own, "The Queen," the woman in red was filtered with a red light now at Ciel's feet. His young master's body fell back into a throne, his face looking dull and lifeless. Black's face had widened in cruelness as he continued, "Under the throne, the fallen bodies of chess men gather as your sins increase."
Soft was her hair, a young lady and girl in curls laid under the throne, which had gained height. A man, a woman, a boy, all covered in blood, lifeless bodies piled underneath. His bishops, his right hands; the rooks, to the very knights at his side had fallen dead underneath him, lifting his young master high.
"You must not lose," The pile was so thick under his young master, he could not recognize the bodies, save for Juliet's at the edge which began to turn into a pawn. "If the King is taken, the game is over."
His young master's hand lifted, pressing a hand out to silence him, "That is why I will not halt, not hesitate. This is an order! You alone will not betray me. You will not leave me side! No matter what!"
The darkness began to gather, wiping away all traces of the funeral and his body bended low, pressing down a knee to the ground, his head bowed in utter respect to the order. His hand rested over his chest, pressing to it over his heart. His young master had almost disappeared on top of those dead bodies.
"Yes, my lord."
If that is what you wish, came his own voice from the darkness, I will remain with you everywhere. Even if your throne crumbles and your shining crown rusts away, and the countless corpses pile up. Above the piles of countless corpses beside the softly lying down you I will remain until I hear that final call of "check mate".
And then young master, as I devour your soul, I will remain by your side forever.
[ooc; Reference: Kuroshitsuji Chapter 13, pages 25-35]
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Why didn't you kill her? Was killing someone of your own flesh and blood scary?
"Because it was your job!" the boy said; his master had said. That brilliant blue eye stared up at him without a single loss of conviction. "It is because even if you had died, you would come protect me and save me. That is why I did not shoot." The graveyard behind them blanketed the field of grass. A grave, but whose? It was not any name he remembered. Daylight and brightly lit against the wind that caused a few leaves to brush past him.
His eyes widened a little, stunned by the words streaming out of his master. He had thought him spineless and weak for the moment when it mattered, but his master had surprised him again.
"The contract between you and I is: Until my objective is complete, you will become my power. Protect me to the end so I am not killed." He wanted to say something, but all he could do was listen, stunned to silence. His master's lips moved, but the words had faded, the area behind them flicking to black, to the darkness he had picked his name from. A black looming King's chess piece stood behind Ciel.
"You demons have no such thing as 'convictions' or 'loyalty,' isn't that right?" Back to the funeral again, staring at the butler as if he hadn't been listening properly. As if he needed to be reminded, like a dog. "If that is the case, then you will protect me for the sake of your aesthetics!"
Back to the darkness again, the funeral disappearing. There was a fallen black Queen to his right, a woman in red trapped underneath, covered in blood. Black's lips parted in the dream, cracking a little around the edges as he spoke, "To survive, it is always good for you, the King, to manipulate all the pieces.
To use us. The Knight," his body flashed, covered in blood that was not his own, "The Queen," the woman in red was filtered with a red light now at Ciel's feet. His young master's body fell back into a throne, his face looking dull and lifeless. Black's face had widened in cruelness as he continued, "Under the throne, the fallen bodies of chess men gather as your sins increase."
Soft was her hair, a young lady and girl in curls laid under the throne, which had gained height. A man, a woman, a boy, all covered in blood, lifeless bodies piled underneath. His bishops, his right hands; the rooks, to the very knights at his side had fallen dead underneath him, lifting his young master high.
"You must not lose," The pile was so thick under his young master, he could not recognize the bodies, save for Juliet's at the edge which began to turn into a pawn. "If the King is taken, the game is over."
His young master's hand lifted, pressing a hand out to silence him, "That is why I will not halt, not hesitate. This is an order! You alone will not betray me. You will not leave me side! No matter what!"
The darkness began to gather, wiping away all traces of the funeral and his body bended low, pressing down a knee to the ground, his head bowed in utter respect to the order. His hand rested over his chest, pressing to it over his heart. His young master had almost disappeared on top of those dead bodies.
"Yes, my lord."
If that is what you wish, came his own voice from the darkness, I will remain with you everywhere. Even if your throne crumbles and your shining crown rusts away, and the countless corpses pile up. Above the piles of countless corpses beside the softly lying down you I will remain until I hear that final call of "check mate".
And then young master, as I devour your soul, I will remain by your side forever.
[ooc; Reference: Kuroshitsuji Chapter 13, pages 25-35]