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Chapter 2 part 1
**This is set within the manga canon, not the anime.**
Extra warnings: Homosexual and \'shouta\' themes (nothing in this chapter), references to past rape/torture (also none in this chapter), future gore/blood, huge blocky paragraphs, and endless descriptions. Possible nerd-rage. You have been warned. :3
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Nevermore, Chapter 2
There was a slate blue crown of messy hair tufting out from the top of a set of downy comforters, one slender foot protruding from opposite side the pile –yes, pile- that had been made out of the once neat bed sheets.
It was just about the most adorable thing to grace the planet in a hundred years… aside from kittens, of course.
This thought was met with a broad smile just as the butler passed through the young master\'s bedroom door with a faint click. The warm and crisp scent of Savannah mint tea (imported directly from that pesky bunch of former colonies across the Atlantic, more specifically, the fast dying breed of plantations in the more southern parts) and the clink of fine china was enough to rouse Ciel Phantomhive from his slumber. The boy groaned quietly and turned onto his belly, smashing that doll face of his into the pillow in an attempt to escape the sun\'s invasive glow.
"Good morning, Young Master." was the only warning given before the half-drawn curtains were tugged quite open, allowing the clean white light of morning to slap the room with blinding pastel. Sebastian might\'ve sworn he heard the young master curse under his breath had he not been so very certain that such a proper young man would never speak in such a crude manner. The demon smirked. "It is time for you to wake up." Ciel all but ignored him, of course. "An Italian inspired prosciutto and mozzarella quiche has been prepared for your breakfast, along with a side of your choice of either apricot or black currant crepes. The tea is a spearmint blend to… sir, really?" Ciel had, by that point, lifted himself into a seated position, grabbed a plate, and turned onto his side facing away from his butler to grumpily nibble at his breakfast. He didn\'t say anything, not wanting to make eye contact with the demon butler.
"Young Master, is that really necessary? I believe you are quite aware of the proper etiquette, even when dining in bed…" The young teen simply continued to eyeball the door and just about anything else that was in the opposite direction of Sebastian. The lump in the bed remained silent and the tall butler gave a sniff of a sigh, resigning himself to dealing with a testy teenager for the rest of the day. It wasn\'t as if the young master was never rude or impolite, after all, he was (supposedly) experiencing the magic of puberty.
"Well then. Today\'s schedule is light, so I\'ve taken the liberty of making appointments with your tutors to come instruct you for one hour each. Your dance instructor, however, is unable teach with his injured foot."
"I fail to see why I need a dance instructor." Ciel interjected, finally sitting up and casting a furtive, yet irate glance toward that graceful silhouette of a butler, framed by the bright white light of the window. He frowned and looked away. The light hurt his eyes.
Sebastian might\'ve rolled his eyes, had it been proper or dignified to do so. Instead, his smile simply curled into more of a mocking grin, those rouge eyes narrowing. "I think you\'re quite aware of why you need a dance instructor, and Monsieur Renard\'s aching foot would most certainly agree, Sir."
Ciel wrinkled his nose momentarily but made no sound, otherwise. He did not show that face to Sebastian, but instead scowled at the floor after returning his plate to the tray. The tea went untouched and Sebastian excused himself to take care of the cleanup, returning far too quickly for any normal person to have completed the task – just a few minutes later, really. By that time, Ciel had managed to slide out of the bed and stretch.
The rest of their morning routine followed without event, save for the blue eyed boy refusing to meet Sebastian\'s gaze. If the demon noticed, he certainly made no mention of it.
It was at the beginning of Ciel\'s scheduled dancing instruction that normalcy crumbled like an empty eggshell.
The ever distant young man was complaining about the uselessness of dance and how his time would be better spent on something more relevant and why on earth did he have to lead Sebastian during the waltz, the man was at least a good foot and a half taller and – there was a click, then a mechanical warbling sound as the phonograph came to life. Soon, a tinny melody began to play and Sebastian surprised the young earl by taking a gentle hold of his hand. Ciel\'s first instinct was to jerk away, but instead he just stared at the man\'s gloved, larger hand. "This is… ridiculous…" He murmured in defeat, assuming the stance he believed was correct.
"Count the steps out, Young Master. That will help you to lead." Sebastian waited for the teenager to take the first step with him, but nothing seemed to be happening, as Ciel had suddenly taken to staring wide-eyed at the middle of Sebastian\'s well pressed and ironed suit jacket and vest. "Young Mast-" The black haired butler placed a hand on Ciel\'s shoulder and it was as if the boy crumpled into himself, his expression pained.
Falling back and down, Ciel slapped at the butler\'s gloved hands and tumbled backwards, onto his rear. The floor beneath the rug was hard but he seemed to not notice the pain there. He didn\'t understand why, but when Sebastian had touched him, even through his gloves and Ciel\'s own clothing, he\'d been filled with a sudden and overwhelming feeling of fear and anxiousness. His heart was still pounding, flushing those pale cheeks and causing minute droplets of sweat to stick the hair at his temples against the flesh there. That one visible eye lifted a bleary and stunned gaze to his confused butler and stayed upon him, trembling.
Concerned, the tall male instantly appeared on his knees before him, reaching out to pull him closer and check for injuries and fever. He never got close enough. Ciel\'s small white hand shot out and slapped those gloved hands away, that disturbingly wide eye trained severely upon the butler. The demon.
"Young Master?" Sebastian\'s voice rolled out in a low, tentative tone, swift and barely audible, almost like the flickering of a snake\'s tongue as it tested the air.
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Failcliffhanger OTL
This is only HALF of a chapter, the second half comes next. This was originally posted on another fanfiction site before I finished writing this chapter. People on this site don\'t have to wait~.
Extra warnings: Homosexual and \'shouta\' themes (nothing in this chapter), references to past rape/torture (also none in this chapter), future gore/blood, huge blocky paragraphs, and endless descriptions. Possible nerd-rage. You have been warned. :3
...
Nevermore, Chapter 2
There was a slate blue crown of messy hair tufting out from the top of a set of downy comforters, one slender foot protruding from opposite side the pile –yes, pile- that had been made out of the once neat bed sheets.
It was just about the most adorable thing to grace the planet in a hundred years… aside from kittens, of course.
This thought was met with a broad smile just as the butler passed through the young master\'s bedroom door with a faint click. The warm and crisp scent of Savannah mint tea (imported directly from that pesky bunch of former colonies across the Atlantic, more specifically, the fast dying breed of plantations in the more southern parts) and the clink of fine china was enough to rouse Ciel Phantomhive from his slumber. The boy groaned quietly and turned onto his belly, smashing that doll face of his into the pillow in an attempt to escape the sun\'s invasive glow.
"Good morning, Young Master." was the only warning given before the half-drawn curtains were tugged quite open, allowing the clean white light of morning to slap the room with blinding pastel. Sebastian might\'ve sworn he heard the young master curse under his breath had he not been so very certain that such a proper young man would never speak in such a crude manner. The demon smirked. "It is time for you to wake up." Ciel all but ignored him, of course. "An Italian inspired prosciutto and mozzarella quiche has been prepared for your breakfast, along with a side of your choice of either apricot or black currant crepes. The tea is a spearmint blend to… sir, really?" Ciel had, by that point, lifted himself into a seated position, grabbed a plate, and turned onto his side facing away from his butler to grumpily nibble at his breakfast. He didn\'t say anything, not wanting to make eye contact with the demon butler.
"Young Master, is that really necessary? I believe you are quite aware of the proper etiquette, even when dining in bed…" The young teen simply continued to eyeball the door and just about anything else that was in the opposite direction of Sebastian. The lump in the bed remained silent and the tall butler gave a sniff of a sigh, resigning himself to dealing with a testy teenager for the rest of the day. It wasn\'t as if the young master was never rude or impolite, after all, he was (supposedly) experiencing the magic of puberty.
"Well then. Today\'s schedule is light, so I\'ve taken the liberty of making appointments with your tutors to come instruct you for one hour each. Your dance instructor, however, is unable teach with his injured foot."
"I fail to see why I need a dance instructor." Ciel interjected, finally sitting up and casting a furtive, yet irate glance toward that graceful silhouette of a butler, framed by the bright white light of the window. He frowned and looked away. The light hurt his eyes.
Sebastian might\'ve rolled his eyes, had it been proper or dignified to do so. Instead, his smile simply curled into more of a mocking grin, those rouge eyes narrowing. "I think you\'re quite aware of why you need a dance instructor, and Monsieur Renard\'s aching foot would most certainly agree, Sir."
Ciel wrinkled his nose momentarily but made no sound, otherwise. He did not show that face to Sebastian, but instead scowled at the floor after returning his plate to the tray. The tea went untouched and Sebastian excused himself to take care of the cleanup, returning far too quickly for any normal person to have completed the task – just a few minutes later, really. By that time, Ciel had managed to slide out of the bed and stretch.
The rest of their morning routine followed without event, save for the blue eyed boy refusing to meet Sebastian\'s gaze. If the demon noticed, he certainly made no mention of it.
It was at the beginning of Ciel\'s scheduled dancing instruction that normalcy crumbled like an empty eggshell.
The ever distant young man was complaining about the uselessness of dance and how his time would be better spent on something more relevant and why on earth did he have to lead Sebastian during the waltz, the man was at least a good foot and a half taller and – there was a click, then a mechanical warbling sound as the phonograph came to life. Soon, a tinny melody began to play and Sebastian surprised the young earl by taking a gentle hold of his hand. Ciel\'s first instinct was to jerk away, but instead he just stared at the man\'s gloved, larger hand. "This is… ridiculous…" He murmured in defeat, assuming the stance he believed was correct.
"Count the steps out, Young Master. That will help you to lead." Sebastian waited for the teenager to take the first step with him, but nothing seemed to be happening, as Ciel had suddenly taken to staring wide-eyed at the middle of Sebastian\'s well pressed and ironed suit jacket and vest. "Young Mast-" The black haired butler placed a hand on Ciel\'s shoulder and it was as if the boy crumpled into himself, his expression pained.
Falling back and down, Ciel slapped at the butler\'s gloved hands and tumbled backwards, onto his rear. The floor beneath the rug was hard but he seemed to not notice the pain there. He didn\'t understand why, but when Sebastian had touched him, even through his gloves and Ciel\'s own clothing, he\'d been filled with a sudden and overwhelming feeling of fear and anxiousness. His heart was still pounding, flushing those pale cheeks and causing minute droplets of sweat to stick the hair at his temples against the flesh there. That one visible eye lifted a bleary and stunned gaze to his confused butler and stayed upon him, trembling.
Concerned, the tall male instantly appeared on his knees before him, reaching out to pull him closer and check for injuries and fever. He never got close enough. Ciel\'s small white hand shot out and slapped those gloved hands away, that disturbingly wide eye trained severely upon the butler. The demon.
"Young Master?" Sebastian\'s voice rolled out in a low, tentative tone, swift and barely audible, almost like the flickering of a snake\'s tongue as it tested the air.
....
Failcliffhanger OTL
This is only HALF of a chapter, the second half comes next. This was originally posted on another fanfiction site before I finished writing this chapter. People on this site don\'t have to wait~.