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Let Them Eat Cake	By : DevilnBlue Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Hello this Assassin's Kiss here. I'm writing this story as a gift fic for a friend whose constant encouragement has pushed me to write even when I didn't think I had anything left in me. Thank you so much for your help Kei-chan. I said happy b-day to you on Christmas but again Happy Birthday and Happy New Years to everyone else. I really hope you guys enjoy. I'm always nervous when I write for the first time for another anime/manga so please let me know if you enjoy. There is definite OOC here and there but hopefully it will all work out. I don't own Kuroshitsuji but I enjoy obsessing over it practically every day.

Let Them Eat Cake

Chapter One

Ciel didn't want to be found. It was very obvious by the fact that he had sought sanctuary in the highest, sturdy branch of a blossoming cherry tree even before the opening ceremony had come to a close. He had performed successfully with his speech to the incoming and returning students.

He remained coy yet approachable despite the strong need to scowl at the vapid students that were determined to hang onto his every word while ogling him. He even tried his best not to roll his eyes when he introduced his future replacement, a bubbly blonde by the name of Alois Trancy. Ciel would have probably wished the poor bastard luck taking on the new position except for the fact that the blonde's eagerness to be liked had irritated him to the point that he had at one point envisioned himself kicking the idiot off the stage. But he didn't have time to indulge in his somewhat violent daydreams because as soon as the student council president took his place behind the podium again, Ciel made his exit as discreetly as possible.

He hoped now, despite his dark outfit and ridiculous appearance, that the dizzying array of falling petals and the uniformity of the line of cherry trees leading up to the stately academy building would prevent his admirers from spotting him outdoors. He had been lying on his stomach, reading a dog-eared copy of 'The Cask of Amontillado' by Edgar Allan Poe while absently nibbling on a chocolate covered pocky stick. The need to enjoy such grim entertainment in his private quarters was overridden with the high probability of getting caught between here and the dorms on the other side of the boarding school; hence his temporary fortress of solitude in the cherry tree.

Ciel occasionally looked up from his book to watch discreetly as another uniformed schoolboy hurriedly ran pass his tree. His heart would quicken momentarily in his chest when the high school boy had paused as if to look around for clues before dashing towards the library in hopes of finding someone. Although Ciel knew already that it could only be him the person was searching for because he realized that that particular teen was one of the plum haired triplet lackeys that hovered around their student council president, Claude. Ciel couldn't fully relax until he was sure that the human bloodhound was out of sight and when he did, shifting to get more comfortable, one of his laced ankle boots fell off.

He glared at the damnable object as it lay innocently on its side. The expensive footwear was no way close to the regulated shoes that the male students were supposed to wear at Madame Red's Academy for Boys and if he had his choice he wouldn't have worn them at all. But it was part of his outfit for the entrance ceremony and if the triplets, Thompson, Timber or Cantebury, found it then they would know very shortly his hiding place.

He bit the pad of his thumb, brow furrowed in contemplation as he tried to figure out if it was really worth the risk to climb down the tree and retrieve it or leave it to chance. But just as he sighed out in frustration and decided that he couldn't risk trusting such a fickle thing as 'chance' he spotted him.

A handsome, raven-haired male was jogging towards the cluster of Academy buildings and inadvertently him. His hand was hurriedly tugging up the sleeve of his suit jacket, the other drawing his satchel further up his shoulder so that it wouldn't fall again.

"Baldroy what made you think borrowing my alarm clock without my permission wouldn't piss me off? I'm late because of one of your impulsive moves. No, I don't care that the oven timer was broken. You need to—" The maroon-eyed male argued with this 'Baldroy' person in a steady hiss of frustration, the device held securely against his shoulder and cheek. He would have probably continued to scold the person on the phone as he moved quickly towards the auditorium accept he found himself faltering when a certain someone spoke.

"Fetch."

"Come again?" questioned the raven in a muffled voice. The command he thought he heard seemed unquestionably firm in its demand as if it was used to giving out orders.

"I dropped my shoe so fetch it for me." Ceil repeated his demand a bit louder. He shifted and the cat bell collar wrapped around his slender throat, made a soft tinkling sound. He frown in irritation even as he pushed his lithe frame up slightly with the support of his elbows so he could look down at the late individual while still laying on his belly.

Ciel didn't blame the male, who he assumed could only be a new student to the school, for looking perplexingly up at him. He doubted any normal person wouldn't do a double take or two at the curious sight he made. The allusive teen quite literally looked like a humanoid cat stuck in a tree with his faux white cat ears nestled in short blue-gray tresses on top of his head; his inanimate cat tail was barely seen from this angle but it was attached to his black short shorts and lay limply against one leg. His red cat collar was wrapped around his delicate throat like a scarlet letter marking him with the soft tinkling of the bell dangling from it.

Or maybe, if he felt like going for the literary angle, he resembled a certain mysterious Cheshire Cat because of how surreal his image looked in such a mundane place as a school. Only one electric blue orb scowled down at the unmoving male, the right one covered by a black rose eye patch. The willowy frame of the teen was sheathed in a seemingly tight fitting, sleeveless black satin shirt with white ruffles running down the middle like a tuft of white fur. His milky shoulders were bare, only marred by the small belted cloth that attached his shirt to his detachable black sleeves. Ciel's already short shorts rode up a bit further exposing more of the creamy pale thighs that pressed against either side of the tree branch's girth to keep him from falling when he sat up properly this time.

He pointed his striped black and white stocking foot at the allusive shoe before wrapping his sinfully pouty lips around another chocolate pocky stick. Despite his outfits abnormalities he looked practically regal and ethereal sitting in the tree. His alabaster cheeks and nose were slightly flushed an attractive pink from the strong smell of flowers wreaking havoc with his nervous system.

"Hey kid, didn't your mommy and daddy teach you any manners?" asked the irritated newcomer. Then plastering what he hoped to be a soothing smile he carefully tried to instruct the cat boy with an offering of open arms. "Come here I'll catch you if you can't get down."

"Peasant, I'm sixteen," hissed out the teen. He then gracefully swung his leg over to join the other before he jumped down in one fluid movement to land in a crouch on the ground. He would be damned if he allowed himself to be caught like some frail damsel in distress despite whatever delicate features he may or may not have. Smoothly he stood up, his hand snatching up his own shoe in the process. "What good is a dog if he doesn't even fetch," he grumbled to himself.

"Come again?" The raven asked with a strained smile. He felt stupid for offering his help; arms still open wide before he awkwardly began to settle them back down. He could hear the dial tone of his cell phone from Baldroy hanging up on him but he was too focused on the damnable creature in front of him.

"I don't make it a habit to repeat myself. If you don't get it the first time then that's your problem. But don't worry you'll learn your place in this school soon enough," Ciel said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to ask his would-be savior his name.

"I'm sorry but I believe you are the only one dressed up like an animal," ground out the raven between clenched teeth. "And what gives you the right to assume that I'm poor?"

Ciel snorted, not intimidated in the slightest by the slightly taller teen as he hobbled over to the other student while still holding his shoe. "It's my business to know these things Mister…" he trailed off, wrinkling his brow at not knowing the teen's name.

"Sebastian Michaelis," Sebastian supplied promptly. He was slightly curious about what this pompous boy would say next.

"You don't smell poor, we wouldn't have let you through our front gates if you reeked of poverty," he murmured as he began to slowly circle him critically. "But despite your somewhat tidy appearance, with the exception of the one or two undone buttons on your suit jacket, you have a fairly worn-out satchel of somewhat 'okay' quality. Also there is the fact that you don’t have your school uniform on yet. Either you must have not ordered it yet or you can’t afford it and hope to foolishly pass off this poor substitute as one. If you are lucky ‘scholarship boy’ you may be able to buy a second hand one, although where is beyond me," he rattled off with a critical eye. "And of course these!" he declared quickly snatching up one of Sebastian's hands.

"What do my hands have to do with your unfair analysis?" Sebastian gritted out trying his best to remain civil despite the urge to tug back his hands from this rude individual.

"Don't interrupt," Ciel snapped, narrowing his eye at the raven. "Look at these fingers, this palm; these hands are the hands of a hard-working laborer. I have nothing against them, someone has to wash the dishes, but they don't necessarily fit in this sort of school," he tsked.

"Well aren't you the most delightful, little—" Sebastian growled out, fingers flexing as if they wouldn't mind wrapping themselves around Ciel's slender throat. But an outburst to the left of them had both of them silent and tense.

"What do you think you are doing to our school idol?" cried out a student, closely followed by the student council president.

"Ciel-sama did this brute hurt you in any way?" The demand came from a tall, pale, raven-haired student with golden eyes behind his slim glasses.

"You wound me with your assumptions that I—" Sebastian began before he was cut off.

"Claude… what are you—" Ciel began before the other student accompanying Claude made an exclamation.

"Oh your shoe is off, would you like me to put it on for you?" suggested the nameless student.

"Y… you may, if you w…want," Ciel said in a trembling voice. His moment's irritation and disgust at the situation transformed quickly as his lone eye suddenly shimmered wetly as if he were on the verge of tears as he placed curled hands close to pink lips. It was a complete 180 from the arrogant brat who demanded a complete stranger to retrieve his shoe and listed why he was poor.

Bewitched by Ciel's vulnerable display, the nameless student quickly fell to his knee in order to take Ciel's stocking foot in hand and guide it into his shoe.

'Woof', Ciel mouthed to Sebastian. He then smirked over the student’s head before carelessly petting it as if the insignificant student was a mere dog.

The Phantomhive teen knew how to manipulate people and bend them to his will at the tender age of five when his bad constitution kept him indoors and he needed to relieve boredom. He had first won complete control over his servants, who were rarely able to say 'no' to him once he pouted or became teary eyed. His governess was a tough bird to sell but pretending to go into an asthma attack or feel faint usually forced her hands in most matters.

Then Ciel moved towards bigger prey like the elderly who found him so 'precious' and 'witty'. He chose them because they weren't necessarily paid to obey him so they presented a sort of challenge. But his default use of his frailty and invoking false emotions when necessary easily remedied any rough patch. That was when he upgraded to his peers and their parents. He gave them what they wanted to see and exploited their weaknesses with their assumptions.

As he said before to Sebastian, it was only a matter of time before he learned his place in the hierarchy of the school. And he was sure with the right conditioning he could have the newcomer eating out of his hand just like his other 'pets'.

"What did I tell you about fondling my person without my permission," Ciel snarled out abruptly, narrowing his lone eye. He had been so lost in his thoughts of past conquests that he didn't realize that his admirer had already placed his shoe on and laced it before daring to slide his hands to uncharted territory while he was unaware.

"Th… That you won't hold back next time," squeaked out the student who quickly leapt to his feet.

He tried to stutter out an apology, wanting to get a second chance, when without any qualms or hesitation Ciel raked his nails down the side of the boy's face; pink lips twisting slightly in cruel satisfaction at the horrified shock on the boy's face. "I no longer need your services cur," he spat out.

"Please clean up the mess Claude," he ordered the other student nonchalantly. He gave Claude a quick peck on the cheek, taking the handkerchief offered to him to clean his hands before giving Sebastian one last look. It lingered for just a space of a few heartbeats before he made his retreat, chin held up high.

Claude suddenly shot his hand out and clenched it around the lower portion of the student's face as soon as Ciel turned to leave and the student had finally manage to stumble up after the initial shock. The balls of his fingers dug into the poor sap's jaw earning a muffled groan.

"His Majesty may have let you go with that little warning but I won't. As Student Council president and more importantly president of the Ciel Phantomhive Fan Club I detest needy people. If you want to serve our Ciel fine but know your place. For the next two weeks if I hear a rumor that you have been within five yards of Ciel I will make sure your academic life here is a personal hell, got me? Now go to the nurse's office and have that looked at. It looks nasty," Claude commanded, finally releasing him.

He wiped his bloody hand on the shell-shocked student's blazer before he could even stumble off. Then the president turned to narrow his golden gaze as Sebastian. "And you… Don't you have to meet your dorm leader for room assignment?" Claude asked in query.

"I... I'm sorry but I’m not a student here. I’m the new teacher for British Literature. I was sidetracked by your… your school idol? And his brand of kindness and now I’m most definitely sure that I missed all of the opening ceremony," Sebastian began, very unsure of anyone's stability here. ‘Maybe I should decline the job and just evade the bill collectors until I find a new one,’ he thought, all the while offering Claude a faux smile.

"Yes, you are most definitely late. Not the best start, might I add, but I will assume you aren’t the homeroom teacher and will be able to attend to your class later in the day,” scolded Claude lightly while straightening his glasses.

“Oh, well then, right this way. I am nothing if not thorough in my presidential duties, which happen to include showing newcomers, including faculty, all that this Academy has to offer. If you have time please indulge me in this request before seeking out your class." Claude offered a wane smile that didn’t even reach his cold, critical eyes as he placed his hand over his heart and gave Sebastian a bow.

“Welcome to Madame Red’s School for Boys.”

To be continued…

A/N: I know weird right? There will be OOCness but I hope you don't mind and really hope you can show your support by telling me what you think. Hope you like this Kei-chan it's 2:52 a.m. here now. XP
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