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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.

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Chapter 3

A tall dark haired man helped his wife out of their blue mini car after they had pulled up outside of Haverford State Hospital and held her hand tightly as they prepared themselves for their weekly meeting with their well-loved son.

Martha Parton intertwined her fingers with her husbands, her eyes teary already with anticipation of seeing her little boy. She brushed wispy blond hair off her pale face, turning wide blue eyes on her love. Edward Patron smiled slightly as they walked past reception, saying their hello’s, stepping into the elevator with practiced ease.

Both were prepared for the worse.

As they entered the long white hall and started down, they heard the quiet voice of their son. They cringed; the voice was wavering, which meant their son was near a ‘normal’ state of mind… they did not know which was worse; the haughty state of the Young Earl, or the medication loopy state.

As they entered the room, slightly hazed eyes turned towards them; a spark of recognition behind confused disapproval.

“Who, who are you?” he demanded; only then he turned his head to the side and stared into space. Then his eyes light with recognition and he turned back to them, only a slight hesitation in his voice.

“Mother? Father? Sebastian just told me he invoked a ritual that allows me to communicate with you; I apologize for not recognizing you sooner. It has, after all, been three years since I saw you in any state.”

Martha nodded, not mentioning that they had been their only a week before. The doctors did not understand this case of schizophrenia exactly, the brain stats were messed up and so they had simply just labeled it as what it closest fits.

Edward smiled at his son, brown eyes sad.

“Yes, that Sebastian of yours is quiet the man… or should I say demon?”

Their son snorted delicately, and Martha once more thought of how well her son could fit into high society should his mind stay that way forever.

“Yes, he is simply one hell of a butler.”

They both smiled at that, already used to their sons ‘butler’s catchphrase.

“Yes, my darling,” Martha started, sitting next to her son and gently flattening his disheveled hair. “How have you been in this past week?”

Edward and Martha listened with weary amusement and curiosity as he told them about some Indian prince, his butler and the ‘hand of god’ awesomeness of it, they listened to the tale of how the butler ‘betrayed the prince, of how they entered a curry making contest, of how Sebastian had made a curry doughnut, how they were tie until the queen herself showed up and declared that Phantom company was the winner; how an Indian woman – whom the prince had come to England looking for, had actually run away from the spoiled prince. The prince’s butler turned out to have only betrayed him because he wanted to protect him; and then they went home.

Martha sat the entire time watching her son and husband interact, a strange feeling of impending doom steeling in her stomach. She always felt this was when she watched her son…

She couldn’t help but wonder-

“Excuse me ma’am, it’s time to go, hours are up.” A tiny nurse with thick glasses stated. Their son stared at her for a moment with furrowed brows before nodding hesitantly, eyes clouding over slightly… he then looked between the adults in the room, a crazed smile forming on his lips as he gradually and seamlessly fell out of his delirium.

“Bye mummy, bye daddy….” And then he turned away, humming a song which involved crazed giggles and even crazier words, grabbing his crayons and continuing a picture taped to his wall - of a flaming house.

Martha felt like cursing and thanking the gods at once; cursing for the harm they did to her baby, thanking; because it had been months since her real son said a word to them.

~888~

Grell Sutcliff sat idly at his desk, scissors tucked carefully at his waist, and polishing his spiced up chain saw on the polished desk top of one of his partner’s, William T spears. He hummed to himself as he lovingly caressed the death scythe; he had begged his slightly older lover to let him get the paper work done; thankfully their older lover had said it was only fair… also when you have two lovers, holding out means that if you want sex, agree with me or you don’t get any, but I can still go to him if you are stubborn… also, living forever, holding out can last for a really long time.

After he finished that he noticed an email had arrived on his blackberry.

Work task: two souls dispatch, two minutes apart, car accident. 6:41pm/6:43pm.

A second later a second message came in.

Work task: one soul, suicide – shot to head – 6:42pm

It took a moment to realize he had just been handed two jobs, that happened at the same time… well shit!

He couldn’t miss either one; even though near two hundred years had passed, he still got lectured over his little ‘jack the ripper’ stunt… he didn’t want to get into to trouble!

He couldn’t ask Will to help as he was busy with a major job…

He pressed speed dial on his phone, tugging at the frilly red mini-skirt he wore and tugging at his black tank top; he listened as the phone rang as he slipped on his stiletto heels.

“Ah! Babe, I have a huge favor to beg of you! Please, please, please help me?” he put on his best helpless voice as he pulled on his tight red hoodie, pressing phone between shoulder and ear as he tied his knee length red hair up. “Really! Oh thank you love, I’ll send the bloody task to you now! Mwa lovies you!”

He hung up and texted the one about two souls to his oldest partner, checking his makeup and glasses before grabbing his scythe and going to north London.

~888~

A cloaked figure stood watching as it started to rain heavily on a particularly dangerous stretch of highway; watched as lightning hit a large tree just as a mini blue car drove under it, sending the now flaming tree crashing into the car. He strode forward, tall silver scythe cutting through the dead couple.

He watched the cinematic record play out with darkly hooded eyes.

It only really got interesting after the woman turned twenty three, and had a little boy named Ciel.

He watched the lives play out… right up until twenty minutes before.

“Hee hee hee, well, isn’t this~ a surprise… hee hee hee~”

The cloaked figure walked away with the souls, an extra spring in his step as he headed for his lovely lady’s work place.

“Hope you like you’re surprise~, mi ’lady Grell… hee hee hee~” he muttered to himself.

~888~

The nervous doctor walked into Ciel’s room, hands shaking as he injected a calming drug into the boys system.

“Ciel,” he started gently, “I have some unfortunate news… your parents passed away.”

A half confused look crossed the boy’s face, and the doctor saw his start to retract into his shell.

“Of course, they’ve been dead for three years.”

“No!” he insisted, hating how the other doctor’s made him do this. “Listen to me!” he watched with satisfaction as the boy became aware, drug hazed eyes tearing up.

But then the boy started to giggle.

“What’s the difference?” he asked while giggling madly, “their son’s dead anyway! Dead in the head!” the boy shrieked hysterically, laughing crazily and started clawing at his skin, his face. “He’s dead in the head! Dead in the head!”

The doctor cursed, holing the boy down as he suffered through his breakdown.

“… dead in the head… he sang softly before he fell into an exhausted sleep.

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