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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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Chapter4

Grell lay over his desk, licorice between his teeth and he sucked as he flipped another page in the latest Teen magazine. He had to keep up after all and vogue was just so last year.

He was busy looking over the body of Taylor Lautner, next to Kirsten Stewart, trying to figure out why most of the human population was going gaga over her… he could understand Lautner, but the girl was honestly a stupid bint! Yig. He chose instead to study the shirtless ‘werewolf’.

“Hee hee hee~ looking to replace me darling?” a light voice asked from the door, and Grell looked up to see his partner studying the picture with him.

“UNDERTAKER!” he cried out happily, jumping into his partners arms and kissing him deeply.

“Hee hee hee, I thought I was Greg this week?” the silver haired male smiled as his lover lifted his fringe and giggled happily;

“Nah, Greg is so last Tuesday. I like Undertaker for now.”

Undertaker shook his head at his lovers antics, smiling at the name game his lil lady had created out of a moment of boredom.

“I have a gift for you my lady… hee hee hee~” Undertaker stated, kissing Grell’s hand and bowing slightly; he was pleased that he could still bring a blush to the zealous reapers cheeks after a hundred and thirty two years of being lovers.

“A gift?” Grell asked, and Undertaker smirked at the stars he could practically see dancing in his young lover’s eyes.

Undertaker nodded, pulling the silk scarf from Grell’s neck and wrapping it around his eyes.

“Lovely scarf, where did you get it love?” he asked as he gently blinded the now bouncing reaper.

“It was on my desk when I got back; Will left it, I think…”

Undertaker nodded distractedly, giggling as he led the flamboyant male by the hand as he walked through the twisting halls of the academy.

After making sure his lover was thoroughly lost, he led him to the cinema room.

Once there, Undertaker left his love in the center of the room, letting him fidget a little. He then nodded to the slightly taller man who was watching from the shadows; William T. spears walked forward and gently removed the scarf from his eyes.

“WILL!” an excited reaper called out happily and jumped his second lover. The two shared a short but passionate kiss before breaking apart and looking in sync to their older lover.

“Babe,” Grell started, seeming to forget he had his legs wrapped around William’s waist and twisted around, unintentionally – or maybe intentionally, you never know with that lil minx – rubbing their groins together; Undertaker smirked happily as he saw William tense. “Is Will my gift?”

“hee hee hee~, no darling, but he does need to be here; I would have called Ron also but he’s with his new girlfriend, hee hee hee~; you could say it’s a gift for all of us”

“Oh goodie!” he smiled, hopping off the still tense William and sitting on one of the chairs, wrapping his scarf back around his neck. William followed, sitting next to the red head.

Undertaker started humming as he walked to one of the computers that littered the room; he pulled out one of the records he had taken that evening. He slid the USB device into the port and pressed play.

Grell watched as the 52inch flat screen monitor flickered and then played; Undertaker skipped a few scenes until he was satisfied before sitting next to his younger lovers.

Martha screamed as another contraction cut through her body; Edward stood next to her grip his hand in a death grip, muttering soothing words as she screamed.

“Shh, love, you’re doing great!” he muttered as he kissed her sweaty head.

“DON’T YOU TELL ME HOW I’M DOING!” she screamed, as the doctors told her to push. “I SWEAR, YOU COME NEAR ME WITH THAT DICK AGAIN, I’LL CUT IT OFF!”

‘I didn’t mean it, I wanted many children; we both did, but then I was in so much pain, I couldn’t think of even sex at that point.’

Hours past in a blur, pain coloring everything in its cruel colors. As she lay there, panting, she suddenly noticed the silence; she had never felt more terrified in her life.

‘It was the delighted gasp of the nurse as she washed my baby clean that put me at ease.’

The woman rushed forward a powder blue blanket holding a wriggling baby; the silence still scared her, but the little moving limbs were like a miracle to her; they had had so much trouble getting through the pregnancy, but this was all worth it.

“What will you name him ma’am?” she asked as the nurse passed the baby over; Martha looked down…

And gasped.

The baby’s eyes were wide and staring at her keenly; his eyes were beautiful.

One was a deep dusky blue; seeming to rival the ocean of tropical seas, and the other was a blue-violet color, flecked with white specks, shapes even.

Her baby boy was so beautiful.

“We’re not naming him now;” Edward started. “We promised her brother we’d let him help name him.”

~888~

Randal Evan’s smiled at his sister as she held her baby tightly, eyes misty as she stared at the dark haired baby.

“I have a name that I think you’ll like; a lovely historical story! A boy, who lost his parents, came back and looked after his estate, running an entire business!”

Martha looked up, brow furrowed; “the story you told me about the Toy Factory?”

“That’s the one!” he said, brushing his red locks from his smiling face.

“Ciel…” she muttered, looking at her little baby; he was swatting at her thick blond hair. “French…”

“It mean’s sky…”

“I like it,” she muttered,

‘It will remind him that he should always reach for the stars; and if he can’t reach them, we’ll be happy if he rests in the clouds…’

~888~

“UNCLE RONDOL!” a hyper six year old screamed as he barreled into his uncle. Martha watched happily with Edward at her side. She smiled apologetically at the elderly gentleman who had been trying to gain her sons attention. She left her husband and his business partner to go speak with her brother and son.

“Randol, she said fondly smiling happily, as he son babbled about his history books that he had read – with parental help – thoroughly and how he remembered so much.

“Yes, champ, I’m proud of you.” He said happily, “I got you a gift.” He dug through his bag, pulling out an antique looking bear from the satchel. “It’s from the 1800’s… I know you love history just as much as I do.”

Martha watched as he son squeal and grab the bear; he wiggled until his uncle let him down, and then ran to the glass cabinet that was ‘his’. He unlocked the cabinet and placed the bear next to other artifacts that his uncle had given him; he never played, as his uncle had told him the importance of looking after these things.

‘I loved my brother, and it touched me that my son loved him just as much’

~888~

Martha clutched her sobbing eight year old to her chest, tears streaming silently down her cheeks as the coffin was lowered into the rich black soil.

Her black dress fluttered in the chilly wind, her husband had a loving arm wrapped around her delicate waist.

‘I watched my young son step forward as soil stated being tossed in, a single red rose clutched in his hand.’

“Loves you Uncle Randol…” the soft voice drifted through the air, touching the hearts of all present, and Martha sobbed quietly as the rose was placed on the dark soil.

‘It was fitting; the color he loved best, for its passion and love, placed on his resting place by the child he loved most… amongst all the pale and dark pain, that spark of passion was what started the healing for all.’

~888~

Edward laughed as he hugged his now ten year old son, smiling at the camera as Ciel excitedly opened his presents and ignored the few children attending his ‘party’… no matter how hard she tried, he son did not like childish games at times; he disliked other children also…

“Thank you mammy, thank you daddy.” The child whispered, holding his gifts tightly.

~888~

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the scream cut through the house, waking Martha and her husband awake. The two ran out of their room as another scream tore through the house, sending sparks of terror into the parents.

“NOOO! STOP! MOM! NO! DAD PLEASE! AAAH!” Edward crashed into the door, splintering the pale wood and stumbling into the room; he was ready to fight off whatever was threatening their son.

They froze as the saw their little boy violently thrashing in his bed, tears streaming from his open but unseeing eyes.

“Ciel!” Martha cried, running to her baby and wrapped him in her arms.

“… Mommy?” a small terrified voice whispered

“I’m here baby. Mommy and daddy aren’t going to leave you, never!” she whispered, looking into her husbands terrified eyes.

“You were burning, mommy, you and daddy were burning, you were gone, and they were taking me away!” he sobbed against her chest, holding onto her with bruising force.

“shh, love, shh…”

~888~

Martha held her son’s fragile body as Edward spoke to the doctors. She didn’t understand! How could her baby – who had never watched a horror movie in his life – describe to them such horrifying tales; rape, barbaric rituals, starvation, burning bodies, murder, prostitution… she was what she’d like to call over-protective, and she knew her son wasn’t meant to know these things!

“May I suggest a psychiatric ward; I’ve seen these symptoms in patients who suffer various stages of mental distress.

Martha shared a look with her pale husband.

~888~

Martha sniffed as the nurses lay a sleeping boy into a white bed; sever schizophrenia… what had her baby ever done to deserve this horrible fate?

Her son was kind, sweet, and hardworking… now he was stuck in a world were monsters existed.

Martha grimaced as she remembered those first months… the things he had described… those were humans he saw in his mind… yet they were more monstrous than any of these ‘fabled monsters’…

~888~

“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 felt her heart clench at those words, tears threatening to fall over her shallow cheeks.

‘I spoke on autopilot; I couldn’t look at the boy who had her son’s face…’

I looked at the pictures on the walls; the red-haired reaper, one of Ciel’s favorites. The red eyes of his ‘butler’ the smiles of other insane beings, the giant hell hound, and cats… also flames, so many flames…

‘Red… the color of passion… of blood… pain and agony, anger and hate…’

Why does his world hold so much red?

Martha came back to life when her son came to her… HER son…

“bye mommy, bye daddy”

‘I almost sobbed with happiness, only to die a little as he picked up that color red.’

~888~

“Martha, don’t worry,” Edward started, gripping his wife’s hand as she stared blankly into the distance. “The doctors said the new medication is showing wonderful results. Apparently that’s the third moment of ‘awareness ‘ this week!”

“I know love… I just want my baby back.” She whispered, tears that she had been holding back now flowing free. “I just – EDWARD LOOK OUT!” Martha screamed eyes wide as she saw a flaming tree crash down over them.

The car swerved, pain erupted and everything went blank for a moment.

When she came to, the air was shattered, the pain was terrible.

As cloaked feet stepped into her vision, she grimaced as she looked over at her red painted husband; she couldn’t even cry for him as her world faded into black

THE END

The ‘film’ stopped, but only Undertaker moved; William was holding a shaking Grell and staring blankly at the blank screen.

“h-how?” he choked out.

“When a soul’s path is similar to it’s past, they will regain memories of said past.” Undertaker said calmly; a sign that this was the truth.

“He’s alone!” Grell’s thick voice suddenly muttered, as he shot up, yellow-green eyes wide. “we.. we…”

“We have to get him.” William stated. “Even if we have to bring the filth along too; Ciel will not be able to cope with out the demon.”

“Sebas-chan?” Grell asked, causing William and - surprisingly – the Undertaker to tense up. Though they knew Grell was theirs, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be jealous.

“yes.” William bit out.

“But first, hee hee hee~” Undertaker giggled, looking at his lovers, “we get the boy!”

~888~

Ciel looked up as the doctors came in; he cringed at the smell of sulfur.

“Hello, my name is Ruby, I’m-“

“You’re a demon.” He said coldly, glaring at the lower form demon. The type that needed a body. Sebastian had taught him well.

The bitch sneered; “well, well, I just wanted to know what someone’s lunch was doing in a loony bin.”

“Sebastian has his reason for leaving me here.” Ciel stated; at that moment he was – or so he had thought – in his own mind, but the appearance of this ‘person’ made him wonder at his own sanity.

“Sebastian?” the bitch hissed, her coal colored eyes widening, she stumbled back, properly looking at his eyes for the first time.

Just as he was about to respond, the doctor threw back her head and thick black smoke rushed forth.

Ciel sat and watched, disinterested. When the woman came to, she was confused. Ciel turned away and climbed into bed.

He felt lost, but as the medication ran thinly through his veins, he shivered with some unknown form of… anticipation?

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