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Past Insanity	By : lisademonicangel Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5

Yay! Another chapter! Hoping you guys like this ^_^

Sebastian stood stiffly before an expanse of glass, blood covered fingers loosely gripping a glass of brandy, as he stared over the city of Rio. He took a sip of the Klipdrift as he turned away from the cheerful city, eyes landing on the still body of a wanted murderer.

The man started blankly back at him with unseeing eyes, blood dripping from his eyes, his ears, his nose, and his lips; around him was a pile of papers, pictures of beautiful young boys looking up at him; the words MISSING stood in stark relief.

The man’s soul had been bland and bitter, as was his blood.

“Sebastian.” A teasing female voice came from the shadows. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Shouldn’t you be in America with your new ‘pets’” he asked tonelessly, turning to look at the blond woman. “Ruby”

“pft, I just came from England ‘my lord’” the last part she said mockingly, but Sebastian ignored it; it didn’t matter that he was indeed her over lord, or the she didn’t respect him in the least… he had lost much respect when he had lost the soul of a mere boy… also the fact that he had mourned that loss, had made lower demons pick at him and mock him.

“And why, I ask, does the whereabouts of a pitiful demon weakling mean anything to me?” Ruby bristled, then barked out her words, reminding Sebastian of the ‘bitch’ she was.

“Because I have found your new toy, which you have obviously lost, by his incomplete seal.” She said, as if she had won something over him.

This caught his attention. “I do not have a contract.”

“Yeah right! And what the hell! Ciel? You honestly pine for that human from the 1800’s? He told me your name; I’m not stupi- agh!”

Her words were cut off as Sebastian grabbed her throat and scanned her mind.

What he found sparked a flame in him that had been dead for a long time.

His Ciel had returned.

Ruby watched with growing terror and unease as the broken demon lord in her seemed to glow with a sparking fire, which grew into a blazing inferno of strength.

“You know Little Ruby… the way you seek me out is far to formal a way… by the demon laws, I need to punish you…”

Ruby began struggling to leave the body she was in, but Sebastian ‘s power trapped her; she stared with terrified eyes at the demon who was legendary to be the best torture master hell had seen in a thousand years.

“But, I guess I should reward you for showing me where the boy is…”

Ruby sobbed in relief…

“I’ll kill you quickly then, shall I; it really is too bad Lilith didn’t keep you on a shorter leash, how is she ever going to get those boys of yours to off her now?”

Ruby felt a burning hand rip through the vessel, gripping onto her black soul, and the pain screamed though her; Sebastian listened idly as the pitiful demon before him screamed in agony, and smiled as it fell on his ears lick a sweet orchestra of… well not angels, those things were far too screechy for his liking… perhaps it rivaled the sweet sound of kittens purring…

When the bitch’s soul burned out, Sebastian dropped her body and stepped over her, picking up a bottle of brandy as he went. He took a swing of the liquor, listening as police sirens drew closer to the building he resided in.

He then threw the bottle between the two bodies that lay before him; with a snap of his fingers, hell fire burst to lifer in the liquor.

He walked to the window, sliding it open and stepping calmly into the cold night air.

He simply smirked as he fell towards the ground.

~888~

William stared sternly at the nurse at the reception, his stoic attitude and strict business suit making the greying woman nervous.

Grell stood back with Undertaker, both wearing business suits, but neither emitting the chilly aura of William, so even if Grell had his hair in a tight bun, knee length grey skirt and crisp white shirt and fitting blazer, and Undertaker wore the same as William; it didn’t change the fact that William was the best for the job of pulling this off.

Grell meanwhile was distressed; he wore not a thing in his favorite color, and his makeup was so plane… he wouldn’t even listen to his lovers when they said he was still lovely; he looked like a school headmistress, and not the fun kind.

“Yes, the papers are all here” William said, his voice radiating impatience. “His parents signed them, now where is the boy; we do not have all day.”

The nurse stuttered, telling them where he was; but when William and Grell turned, Undertaker was already halfway up the hall.

~888~

Ciel lay in the bath, giggling every now and then as he gripped his crayons. His bottom felt cold from the exposer as he floated on his stomach, arms on the sill and paper and crayons scattered on the ledge.

The new medication was singing through his veins, a stronger dose but it kept him in the ‘real’ world and on a near permanent high; he was always giggling at the strangest things now.

The door opened but Ciel ignored it; it was most likely just a nurse, coming to check he hadn’t drowned himself by accident.

“hee hee hee~, lovely picture Ciel, but I haven’t worn that ting in years, hee hee hee~”

Ceils head shot up; before him was a smiling man in a suit, silver hair tied back but fringe hiding away his eyes; a scar ran over his face.

“hee hee.” Ciel giggled himself; he reached behind him for the button for the nurse. Obviously his meds had worn off.

Before he could press the button though, a bony hand gripped his wrist and pulled it away; this caught Ciel’s attention… never, not even once, had his illusions ever touched him.

“You... You…”

“Yes, dear, hee hee hee, I’m real… so is everything you’ve been seeing, hee hee hee.”

Before a stunned Ciel, who for the first time since his tenth birthday felt right, despite his drug hazed mind, could answer a breathless woman stumbled into the room.

“Babe! Don’t run off- eep!” Grell noticed the naked boy in the room and spun around.

“Grell?” Ciel asked, giddy and high. “You know, grey doesn’t match your complexion.”

Grell, forgetting the boys nakedness, spun around and smiled, showing off his sharp teeth. “I know! But the boys still say I’m pretty; I disagree.”

William chose then to walk in. “yes, you are not merely pretty; you are beautiful”

“So you got you wish? Not only Undertaker but William also.” Ciel said, smiling at the flustered reaper.

“I think it is time we get going; that woman might actually call in the business card I gave her; I do not think she will handle someone answering at the agency very well.”

“hee hee hee, she works here, maybe she’ll recommend a visit, hee hee hee.”

“Yes, let’s go; I need to get out of these dreary clothes!”

William helped Ciel out the bath, which caused Grell to ‘eep’ again and declare that he would wait outside for them.

By the time Ciel had gathered all his things and they had gotten out side, Grell was in a pair of black short shorts and a red tank top. Ciel smiled at him, complementing his knee high black boots; Ciel was quiet taken aback by the hearts that seemed to bubble out of the red-head.

“Now!” Grell said, giving the others a shark toothed smile of sweetness, “let’s find Sebas-chan!”

Ciel was too happy with the three; he didn’t even notice that his meds had worn off…

But he felt fine… normal even…

~888~

It was nearing dark out, as Sebastian walked into the mental institution, body clad in a crisp suit and confidence singing through the very air he walked through. As he reached the reception desk, he gave the elderly nurse a winning smile.

“I’m here on behalf of my cousin, Ciel Patron. I’m a distant relative but I think I can make him more comfortable at home.”

The nurse was a bubbling mess by this time. “S-sorry sir, he’s been moved to a more s-secure location… b-but they l-let a card, so if you’ll g-give me a moment, just let me find it…”

The blushing woman was digging through the mess of her desk when a scream cut through the air.

“DEMON!” an old feeble woman was pointing an accusing finger at him. “SPAWN OF HELL, STEALER OF SOULS! FILTH, IN THE NAME OF GOD BEGON! DEMON!”

“Oh, Martha hush now!” a young woman scolded the frantic woman. “I’m so sorry sir, just this morning she was babbling about Gods of Death, I hope she didn’t scare you.”

“No need to apologize, I understand.” He said with a smile. Hmmm, the woman is a seer, how odd…

“Here you are!” the receptionist cried out suddenly. Sebastian took the card, turning to leave.

Only to stop in his tracks; on the card, in practical, no-nonsense letters, were the words William T. Spears.

Sebastian felt a cold rage burn through him.

This was the last time a reaper stole what was his.

End chap 5
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