• KUROSHITSUJI CIEL & SEBASTIAN FANFIC


    Out of reach, everything – the world

    Have you ever been concerned of these stars?
    Did you ever catch yourself flinch when they fall?

    Closing your eyes – was your wish that of,
    Would these stars never have fallen at all ..


    Children sing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’ at the birth of sleep.
    A lullaby most will say, other will pronounce it as a satisfying chant for dreams. Some children, despite the calming rhythm, dread nightmares after unconsciousness. Few keep from sleeping, seeing shadows dip into their room from a crack under the door. The wind blows the trees, tickling the glass of windows causing the young to shrink in their comforters. Why then? What would be the point of a sing along nonsense?


    Ciel was a boy of succession. He woke to a butler and lived to become nothing but successful. The parents of this promised ten years old were bloated with thoughts of their overachieving son. As long as other parents burst with jealousy, this family was ‘happy’. Though, the parents may have seemed normal enough, Ciel was like no other. He was sociable when forced, spoke nothing but his mind and went about life like a doll. Realistic, there, but so very distant,

    Every morning led to every evening. First he was helped dressing, ate in a requested place and pondered as the world flew bye. Ciel spaced out constantly, creating theories he himself didn’t quite understand – but he always came to conclusion. His home lie on a wide spaced land filled with gorgeous gardens of blue and red roses. The house was tall, higher than two stories and wider than three put together. Yes, this was indeed a mansion - a mansion with only a boy, a butler, a gardener, cook and maid. Yet this was also his home.

    Daily business consisted of occasional meetings and testing games. Vincent and Darling owned a toy/candy shop that was the main deal in England. The company that did belong to the couple lies in the palm of Master Ceils hands. Vincent and Darling were the parents of the boy before they met their tragic death. A fire spread wide and devoured the corpses. This had not killed them, only destroyed the evidence, Young master plans to find the victim and sentence him/her to immediate death.

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    The sun hid behind the earth as the day comes to a close. Ciel lie in bed, sheets wrinkled and tossed aside. It’s this moment he wonders what the sky looks like when he’s not peaking through the large drapes. Blue-black hair flipped in a straight mess as the moon illuminated his pale skin – he rose and walked to the window. Opening the red drapes, a wide view of his land was apparent, making his small figure seem even smaller. Young master clutched the curtains and glared deeply at the sky. The twinkles felt like mockery to him, acting as if their happy in pitch darkness. He quickly shut them again and raced to his overly large bed. Pulling the covers over his head, he grunted and waited for sleep to overcome him.

    As soon as young master began to fade away, footsteps click to his quarters. Ciel knew exactly who they belonged to. His current guardian and butler, Sebastian, checks on him every night at this hour. Don’t get the wrong idea, Ciel might seem irritated at the thought of being treated like a child when really this calmed him more than anything. To know that, other than himself shielding a barrier, someone else was willing to give him a peace of mind. Relaxing at his gentle touch and mumbles of restlessness, he found himself sleeping under conscious eyes. Those eyes remained a mystery to him since the moment he met them.

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