Past Insanity | By : lisademonicangel Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: i, lisa kritzinger, in no way own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. i do it for pleasure and do not make money from this. |
Chapter two,
A man stood atop one of the highest buildings in New York, clutching a sobbing secretary to his chest as he over looked the city.
"W-why me?" the blond bimbo sobbed. The man – who went by many names – turned crimson eyes down on the woman clutching at his leather jacket. He wanted to play.
"Really now?" he started, cutting through her pitiful ranting. "Suicide is not the way to go…" he griped her wrists in one hand, still ignoring the blond.
"w-what? I am never going to-"
"Silly now! How could you cut your wrists? And while at work, isn't that a little attention seeking?" he ran his black nail over one of her delicate wrists, ignoring her now confused and scared shouts, and smirking as warm blood dripped onto his hand. "Such a waist! Here, allow me to help clean it up."
Her terrified scream fell on deaf ears, as the now slitted eyes locked on her wrist and dragged the struggling arm to his lips. He cringed at the hot blood; disgusting human filth… he sucked greedily, sharp teeth slicing deeper.
"NO!" the woman screamed, and the man smirked, letting her go and watching her stumble back-
Right over the side of the building.
"Really now, such a stupid thing to do… suicide helps nothing, tsk tsk."
The man sighed, looking down at his blood covered hand; he lifted it up and licked his dinner off slowly, taking the filthy blood one lick at a time off the most precious thing he had.
The 'tattoo' was black and looked half done, a semi-circle and what looked like random lines inside; it had not been complete since that night…
As he swiped the mark with his tongue again, a soft voice seemed to whisper out of the air, caressing him in ways he had forgotten existed.
"Sebastian"
Oh, that voice; so many years had passed since he had allowed that voice, that name to enter his mind. It sounded so perfect, yet so faint. He longed to hear it again, he longed to see the deep blue of his master's eye, the violet of the other, oh how he longed…
As unbidden as the voice and name had come, the memories of that night swam back into his mind.
~888~ flash back ~888~
Sebastian landed, busting off his tail coat before turning to smirk at the carnage and destruction his masters orders had created; over filthy angels.
What fun. He looked around, ready to go to his master, take him-
The contract was done.
His revenge had been completed.
He turned crimson slated eyes towards the London Bridge, only to freeze.
His young master was falling.
Sebastian moved quickly, watching as his master fell with a look of wonder and disinterest on his young face as he sped towards the speeding waters below; Sebastian put on a burst of speed as his master crashed into the freezing waters of the Thomas River.
Luckily, as he was 'one hell of a butler' he pulled the small body out only a moment later, clutching the freezing body against his own.
He landed on the opposite back, laying the shaking body across his lap as he felt the contracts pull; time was up, time to collect.
Sebastian smiled at the wide eyes that watched him, lowering his face till it was but a mere inch away from his little master; then he lowered his lips to the now blue tinted ones, pulling in a breath as mismatched eyes fluttered closed. He felt the warmth touch his lips, his red eyes narrowed as the delicious flavored of Ciel's soul caressed his lips and slid over his tongue.
He looked down at his hand, saw the seal start to break, almost as if it were sending into his flesh.
Suddenly a terrible pain tore through his midsection; were his master's soul lay…
The warmth of the soul was torn away, cut out of him; he lifted enraged red eyes to see a young reaper; a sneer adored his lips for but a minute before Sebastian attacked him with an enraged cry. He tore the stupid boy limb from limb; but alas… the soul, having not been taken, not eaten nor reaped, had vanished.
Sebastian felt something tear at him… and it had nothing to do with the gaping rip that adored his gut…
~888~ end flash back ~888~
Sebastian clutched at his chest, moaning slightly at the tell tail pain.
He had felt the complete warmth of his Ciel with in him… if only for a moment, but still… the pain lasted much, much longer…
~888~
Ciel sat in bed, looking around the room that was basically his life; he was waiting for a nurse to take him to the bath room so that he could bathe…
He wasn't used to these moments, when he knew where he was exactly and why; wasn't used to being even more trapped in his own mind.
He giggled dementedly as a woman came and pulled him from the room, taking him to the bathroom. He smiled as she pushed him gently into warm water, hummed as she washed his pale form. He stared curiously at the boy in the mirror, fascinated by the eyes; one cobalt blue, and the other a blue flecked with purple and white flecks. He knew from his hallucinations that it was simply a part of a picture; a semicircle and a outer line with gashes through it… the star was the hardest to see, but since he knew it was there, he smiled anyway coz he could see it.
When he was done and dry, the maid dropped him off in his room, he walked to the wall and studied the pictures. Childish and crude, they still showed his creations. He ran his finger over a silver haired man, a giggle escaping that matched his own – in his mind, he reminded himself – and then moved to a group of three; they were always in pictures together… but the most frequent, and his favorite, had its own words added in.
Ciel giggled to himself, feeling his mind dropping into the more 'sane' set of the Earl. Before all proper awareness left him, he touched the 'lips' of the crimson eyed man.
"Yes, Sebastian, you are one hell of a butler… but where are you now?"
End chap 2
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