Kuroshitsuji Fic Preview
A plot bunny bounced into my head last night and refused to leave my alone. Thus I give you a preview of my future story . . .
A Demon, Immortal
Tentative Summary:
Ciel's time has come. The contract binding him and Sebastian is now complete. Facing what he thinks is the end, Ciel is surprised to find that Sebastian doesn't want him gone. His former butler offers Ciel an extraordinary deal- immortality, as a demon. Will contain- Maylene, Finny, Bard and various other characters.
There was no sound, save for the near-silent tapping of Sebastian’s footsteps rustling through dark, dark grass. In his arms he carried Ciel, so delicately one might have thought that his package was that of rare porcelain. Indeed to Sebastian, his package was of great value, priceless in Sebastian’s “humble” opinion.
Suddenly, the demon butler stopped. Out of the muddy mist, appeared a white iron bench. Gently, so as not to cause his sleeping master and unnecessary discomfort, Sebastian propped Ciel up on the bench.
Around the bench grew what seemed to be thousands of pale white roses. They waved in a wind chill, completely at the mercy of the elements. The night was eerily dark, yet at the same time, ethereally light. Moonlight tried to break free of the binding fog it efforts barely visible as slivers grew on Ciel’s cheek.
Sebastian placed a gloved hand on Ciel’s small shoulder.
“Young master, it is time to wake up,” he whispered.
As if the demon’s words were some sort of dark magic, Ciel started to stir. Wearily, he blinked open his eyes.
Demon red met Ciel’s unmatched purple pentacle and blue eyes.
“Sebastian,” Ciel said softly his voice weak from the smoke of the London fire. He outstretched a small hand, grasping for something, anything. Sebastian deftly caught it with his own.
“Young master, I am here,” he said without one hint of his usual playful sarcasm, “As always.”
A distant look came into Ciel’s mismatched eyes.
“Do you remember the time-”Ciel was interrupted by a violent coughing fit. The semblance of a worried look came into Sebastian’s eyes. Ciel waved off Sebastian’s unvoiced concern.
“I’m fine,” Ciel said weakly, “Anyway . . . Do you remember when you said ‘If it's your wish, I will follow you everywhere even if your throne crumbles, and your shiny crown turns to rust. Even if the bodies pile up endlessly, above the bottomless pile corpses.
Beside you as you lie softly down, I will be until I hear the words "check mate"’ ?”
Sebastian gave a half-exasperated look to Ciel; “I’m pleased to hear that the young master thought my phrase important enough to remember verbatim.”
Ciel half-pouted weakly, “That’s not the point, you idiot.” There was none of his usual malice in his voice.” Sebastian bent down on one knee, until his eyes were level with Ciel.
“Then, young master, what is the point?” whispered the demon in a voice that had shivers tingling up and down Ciel’s spine.
Ciel stared straight into Sebastian’s eyes, saying nothing, trying to find the will to speak. Sebastian cupped Ciel’s face in his gloved, slender hands.
“Mine broken, young master, doth tell me what it is your heart truly speaketh,” commanded Sebastian softly.
“Check mate,” whispered Ciel, his weak breath ghosting over Sebastian’s face. A look that Ciel had long ago dubbed “the Sebastian smirk” appeared on Sebastian’s face, spreading to his demonic, crimson eyes.
“Is it thy time, young master? Hath thou completed thy revenge?”
“Yes, my faithful demon. Thine service hath been done. Our contract is at an end. For thou hath kept thy promise, I will keep my own,” whispered Ciel, “Thine will be done, demon.”
Sebastian’s hand dropped from his former master’s cheeks. Wind rustled through the grass and flowers, sending white petals on their way through the darkened sky.
“It is time, my Ciel.”
A look of content acceptance graced Ciel’s features.
“Will it hurt?” he asked.
“Perhaps,” said Sebastian ambiguously, “Would you like it to?”
Something hard glinted deep within Ciel’s mismatched eyes, “Make the process as painful as possible, so as to carve the pain of this life into whatever is left of my soul.”
Sebastian smiled, obviously pleased.
“Now then, Ciel. It is time for my collection . . . however . . .”
Ciel looked up obviously confused, “However . . .?”
Sebastian smirked, “How would you like to live forever?”
End Preview: To be continued
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A Demon, Immortal
Tentative Summary:
Ciel's time has come. The contract binding him and Sebastian is now complete. Facing what he thinks is the end, Ciel is surprised to find that Sebastian doesn't want him gone. His former butler offers Ciel an extraordinary deal- immortality, as a demon. Will contain- Maylene, Finny, Bard and various other characters.
There was no sound, save for the near-silent tapping of Sebastian’s footsteps rustling through dark, dark grass. In his arms he carried Ciel, so delicately one might have thought that his package was that of rare porcelain. Indeed to Sebastian, his package was of great value, priceless in Sebastian’s “humble” opinion.
Suddenly, the demon butler stopped. Out of the muddy mist, appeared a white iron bench. Gently, so as not to cause his sleeping master and unnecessary discomfort, Sebastian propped Ciel up on the bench.
Around the bench grew what seemed to be thousands of pale white roses. They waved in a wind chill, completely at the mercy of the elements. The night was eerily dark, yet at the same time, ethereally light. Moonlight tried to break free of the binding fog it efforts barely visible as slivers grew on Ciel’s cheek.
Sebastian placed a gloved hand on Ciel’s small shoulder.
“Young master, it is time to wake up,” he whispered.
As if the demon’s words were some sort of dark magic, Ciel started to stir. Wearily, he blinked open his eyes.
Demon red met Ciel’s unmatched purple pentacle and blue eyes.
“Sebastian,” Ciel said softly his voice weak from the smoke of the London fire. He outstretched a small hand, grasping for something, anything. Sebastian deftly caught it with his own.
“Young master, I am here,” he said without one hint of his usual playful sarcasm, “As always.”
A distant look came into Ciel’s mismatched eyes.
“Do you remember the time-”Ciel was interrupted by a violent coughing fit. The semblance of a worried look came into Sebastian’s eyes. Ciel waved off Sebastian’s unvoiced concern.
“I’m fine,” Ciel said weakly, “Anyway . . . Do you remember when you said ‘If it's your wish, I will follow you everywhere even if your throne crumbles, and your shiny crown turns to rust. Even if the bodies pile up endlessly, above the bottomless pile corpses.
Beside you as you lie softly down, I will be until I hear the words "check mate"’ ?”
Sebastian gave a half-exasperated look to Ciel; “I’m pleased to hear that the young master thought my phrase important enough to remember verbatim.”
Ciel half-pouted weakly, “That’s not the point, you idiot.” There was none of his usual malice in his voice.” Sebastian bent down on one knee, until his eyes were level with Ciel.
“Then, young master, what is the point?” whispered the demon in a voice that had shivers tingling up and down Ciel’s spine.
Ciel stared straight into Sebastian’s eyes, saying nothing, trying to find the will to speak. Sebastian cupped Ciel’s face in his gloved, slender hands.
“Mine broken, young master, doth tell me what it is your heart truly speaketh,” commanded Sebastian softly.
“Check mate,” whispered Ciel, his weak breath ghosting over Sebastian’s face. A look that Ciel had long ago dubbed “the Sebastian smirk” appeared on Sebastian’s face, spreading to his demonic, crimson eyes.
“Is it thy time, young master? Hath thou completed thy revenge?”
“Yes, my faithful demon. Thine service hath been done. Our contract is at an end. For thou hath kept thy promise, I will keep my own,” whispered Ciel, “Thine will be done, demon.”
Sebastian’s hand dropped from his former master’s cheeks. Wind rustled through the grass and flowers, sending white petals on their way through the darkened sky.
“It is time, my Ciel.”
A look of content acceptance graced Ciel’s features.
“Will it hurt?” he asked.
“Perhaps,” said Sebastian ambiguously, “Would you like it to?”
Something hard glinted deep within Ciel’s mismatched eyes, “Make the process as painful as possible, so as to carve the pain of this life into whatever is left of my soul.”
Sebastian smiled, obviously pleased.
“Now then, Ciel. It is time for my collection . . . however . . .”
Ciel looked up obviously confused, “However . . .?”
Sebastian smirked, “How would you like to live forever?”
End Preview: To be continued
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