His Butler, Torment Part2His Butler, Torment Part24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are those eyes again, slender and luminous, sexy and allusive, red and amber. They beckon him from nothing as the pain and humiliation settles into his soul once more, or what's left of it. Those hands reach out of the darkness, the whispers of pretending pounding in his head. No, not again, not the pain not this again. How many times must this happen before the end? Is there even a God somewhere that hears his cries, to save him from this hell?
He screams, the pain too much, the demand for justice stronger than ever. Strong enough to summon him. The demon.
The butler's voice cries, "Young master!" His snow white hands flutter to keep his master steady as the young boy thrashes about in a nightmare.
His eyes pop open, wide with fear as his hand gropes under his pillow for his pistol. Where is it? He just had it; at least he thought he did. It was a gun he kept under his pillow, right?
The butler releases Ciel, returning to erect posture as he shoves his delicately framed rectangu
-Checkmate--Checkmate-4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And i walk forward,
turning my back to the light.
Darkness fills me with every step.
I can feel it,
this is the end.
As you all yearn for this bright light
all I want is to embrace,
the darkness within my heart.
Come and follow me,
my one and only one.
Who swore to serve me,
until my life is no more.
I know it better,
I know the bitter end.
This soul is filled,
with hatred and
never ending pain.
What I've lost,
will never come back.
All I have left is you
dressed in black.
Hear me when I call them out,
my final words.
When everything stands still,
and the last piece
falls on the blood covered floor.
My soul is yours.
Broken PiecesBroken Pieces4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been over three months, and it's clear that the time is drawing closer to a possible death. He's broken his limit over and over, time and time again now nothing more than a shell of what he could be in this new life. A reformed demon, refined and transformed by a sheer moment of stupidity and lust of Sebastian Michaels. Ciel Phantomhive, once a powerful earl beyond his years and human age lies barely conscious in the floor. His small frame has sunk into itself proudly displaying his skeletal frame. Those lovely eyes that Sebastian has come to love more deeply have remained shut for days now, sometimes Sebastian almost wishes Ciel would just die and fade into nothing as he should've on the island years ago.
"Young master," Sebastian whispers, in the young demon's ear, gently sweeping back some of his dark grey hair, "Please, do not make me ask again."
Ciel shakes his head, turning his head into the floor shielding his face from the disappointed one of his loyal servant, "No...I do
His Butler, DesireHis Butler, Desire4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's falling into darkness, into nothing without so much someone to catch him. To save him from this eternity of nothingness. He opens his mouth, knowing the words he has to shout for salvation but none come. Struggling he tries again, the dark ground approaching quickly, the fires of death growing on the horizon. Still no words, not even the slightest squeak.
As he approaches his doom he can hear the screams of his parents, his own and his aunt. One last try, that's probably all the time he's got until he dies. Just one more time to see if he can overcome this sheer fear that's engulfed him to try and push through it and save himself.
And his soul.
"SEBASTIAN!" He cries, his voice loud and powerful, ricocheting around him.
Nothing. His servant does not come, but his death does.
Sebastian may have not come in the dream but he bolted into Ciel Phantomhive's room right as he heard his master's bloodcurdling scream. Thrusting the door open he prepares to see the worst, maybe one of
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.
3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.
4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.
5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.
6. Or in my room.
7. Especially not my room or the wardrobe in my room.
8. No cats anywhere except for outside (even still I must hide them!).
9. I may be a demon but that is no exucse for many reasons.
10. One of which being to scare the household help.
11. Offering contracts just to kill Finny is prohibited.
12. If Mey-Rin tries to rape me in my sleep I am permitted to hit her twice but no more.
I Love You, Dear SoldierI Love You, Dear Soldier4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The smell of wartime death, sickness, sorrow, and most importantly, demons. The creatures that everyone fears and often hates. They steal away the souls of beloved humans to keep their own sorry existences alive. But, what you don't know is that not all demons cause chaos...
Day eleven. Sebastian won yet another battle this morning in only a couple of hours; it's a new record for him and the fifth win in a row. It makes me depressed to know that I can't watch him in action. Sometimes, early in the morning, he'll go off before everyone awakens and practices with his musket; sometimes I hide and watch. Everything about him is charming and perfect. That determined, focused look in his red eyes; the way his muscles move effortlessly and fluidly to cock the gun and aim; his spotless blue uniform; his silky black hair lightly covered with drops from the morning dew... I think I'm in love. William T. Spears
My Beautiful DisasterMy Beautiful Disaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster. It will make this story SOO much better!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Slight yaoi. Nothing too bad. Slight OOC, too!(I tried my best for what I had to work with) and then is also slight fluff/angst. o.o Okay a lot of it. Sheesh. *walks away* Oh and one more thing. There
His Butler, AlwaysHis Butler, Always4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A soft light filters through the curtains, casting a milky glow about the room making the usually dreary mansion look less. He stretches his arms out with a slight yawn; it's been so long since he's actually slept well. Not that he slept much at all last night, being on his toes watching for enemies to take his love away.
His eyes drift to the small body beside him, his sides rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Smiling fondly to himself Sebastian brushes back some of Ciel's hair from his face, the boy's expression completely peaceful. He makes a face in his sleep, his ski slope nose wrinkling slightly as he murmurs something, rolling on his side facing Sebastian. Exhaling Sebastian sits upright raking his hands through his hair staring at his clothes on the ground. Silently he dresses, fixing any imperfections in the mirror before wrenching open the curtains allowing more sunlight to blare into the room.
Ciel's eyebrows crease as he plunges under the covers emitting a slight moan. "
Ciel is SuperiorCiel is Superior5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was blue and the air smelled of cherry blossoms and fresh muffins.
On the Trancy Mansion terrice, Ciel and Alois sip tea and glare at eachother.
"Ciel, I will make you mine," Alois says, grinning.
"That's what Claude said last night..." Ciel whispers.
"OH YEAH!!" Alois says inteligently. "Well, I have pet spiders!"
"So? I have a dog." Ciel answers unconcerned. "who wants Creepy spiders anyway."
"NO YOU DON'T!!"
"No, i don't but i have Lizzy and that's close enough..."
"Well, at least i don't wear an eye patch!"
" Well at least I don't have 'rusty sewer eyes' that excite old men..." Ciel grinned.
Alois blushes deaply. "Well, i have short shorts!"
Alois, you whore...Ciel thought. "I have a pimp stick..."
"Oh yeah?! Well, i have a pentagram on mhy tougne!! BEAT THAT??!!"
"Why would i want to? So i can ->BLEEP
His Butler, ConvictedHis Butler, Convicted4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning his head he recognizes the figure, small and lean whose very demeanour screamed solitude. The man clutches his pen and pocketbook, his feet taking only seconds to reach the desired back of the needed words. He claps the shoulder causing him to turn around, his large blue eye casting a disturbed glare over his shoulder.
"What?" Ciel Phantomhive snaps.
"Earl Phantomhive, sir," the interviewer pants, "please, just a word, please."
Ciel exhales, secretly loving the attention or just another chance to further soil the name Michaelis, "Do make it quick. I have a trial to get to."
The interviewer nods eagerly, licking the tip of his pen ready for the earl's response, "What exactly are your true, honest thoughts on Sebastian Michaelis?"
A smirk threatens to ruin his façade as Ciel shoves it away, faking innocent, tainted boy. He casts his gaze downward illuminating the mirage of defenceless boy before flying the wall of powerful earl back into position, "Sebastian Michaelis m
His Master, ForsakenHis Master, Forsaken4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
That's what he said, that last word whispered to my mouth before I felt my entire being leave me. It was as if the air from my lungs was being sucked from me, but instead of that feeling being in my chest it was throughout my whole body. As if somehow that air burned hotter than any fire and more painful than any wound. I was lost in that pain, without a body without a sole mind, without myself.
But somehow I found it, that tiny life line, that little thread just barely there and hardly recognizable. How I did it I'm not so sure, all I am aware of is that I'm alive. That's what I wanted wasn't it? Life? To keep my soul?
No. that's not what I wanted and it's not what I want now.
I need my butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
50 Things Ciel Cannot Do1. I am no longer allowed to wear my eyepatch to the left side so I can scare Finny. The hospital bills and emotional scarring are not as funny as the look on his face.50 Things Ciel Cannot Do4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. I can not do the same as stated above to the dorky Indians when they won't leave my hosue.
3. Nor can I do it to Lizzie, no matter how many times her hugs threaten to collapse my ribcage.
4. It is not proper for young earls to crossdress as girls when it is not for an assignment.
5. Sebastian doesn't care if it's a great way to get back at Druit. (seduce and kill!)
6. Even though Sebastian himself seems to get off on it...
7. If I even so much as think about allowing Pluto into the house the contract is over.
8. Or Sebastian gets my soul without me getting revenge.
9. No matter how badly I want to I cannot hire Grelle to kill Lizzie.
10. Nor may I use my butler's body as payment to said shinigami.
11. Stealing is wrong, especailly when it's opium.
12. Yes, it's techinically mine so it's not really stealing but appare
Mission Impossible Ch8Mission Impossible Ch84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rebekka and Grell sat on the curb of the street, watching the carriages go past them. The day was slow and there was no wind. Grell was perfectly content with whatever he was thinking about but Rebekka was brooding next to him. How am I going to get Grell If I was Jaynne I would capture him easily But I'm not. So then how, Rebekka pondered and felt Grell sigh as he put his head on her shoulder. She hoped he wasn't thinking about Sebastian but gave a small smile knowing Grell was with her.
"Rebekka, do you think Sebastian will ever like me back?" Grell questioned with uncertainty, "Because I'm not so sure, anymore. I think it might be time to give up on all this." He held his hand out in front of his face and examined his nails. "What do you think?" He looked at her and Rebekka realized their faces were very close. Rebekka blushed and stared at Grell, who looked like he was faintly blushing back. Maybe he did actually like her. It was possible for Grell to h
His Butler, SorrowHis Butler, Sorrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, it is finished. Ciel Phantomhive expels a great sigh of relief as his head falls into his hands. The paper work is done and in many neat piles atop his desk all ready to be mailed back to their original owners. Beside him sits his butler, a loyal demon who happily flicks the very last of the paperwork into its designated spot atop the oak surface. His eyes shift down to the mentally exhausted earl beside him. Smiling he ruffles the young boy's hair, "See? That wasn't so bad."
A tiny glare greets him, "Not so bad? Are you daft? That was three days of paperwork! How in any way was it not so bad?"
Sebastian chuckles, kissing Ciel gently on the cheek, "You were there, that's good enough for me."
Rolling his eyes slightly Ciel sits upright, surveying the masses of paper before him, "Well I suppose we can mail it all out tomorrow, and by we I mean you."
"Of course, my lord." His eyes scan the desk one last time in search of any bits they missed so they may retire for the evenin
His Butler, BetrayalHis Butler, Betrayal4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The carriage ride lasted too long, his maid didn't dress him fast enough it seemed, and yet as he approaches his final destination, the one he's waited so many painful days for, is only seconds away. Why is it that it feels that time itself is slow just to taunt Ciel Phantomhive as he gazes out his window watching the figure of the courthouse grow. Three days he's spent at the mercy of his maid, newspaper reporters, and his doting aunt sickening him with a sappy façade of tender love and care. How he wished he could curl his fingers around her neck and wring it dry of the lies she spills to eager men with pen and paper at hand. Not to mention the bloody photographers, basking in the candid shots of the mournful face of Earl Ciel Phantomhive plastered all over every London paper with the title, 'Phantomhive Butler, Indecent' 'Earl and Butler Caught in Scandal' 'Last Phantomhive Butler's Romantic.' Truths made into lies, fabricated by elaborate ideas blossomed into a product to be s
His Butler, ApartHis Butler, Apart4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't so much that he wanted to leave; it was more of the fact that he had to leave. His gloved hand curls around the handle of the door, the weight on his heart threatening to crush the small organ as he pulls back inviting the bitter air inside. One foot extends itself into the approaching winter, cold seeping into him through his thick coat his master had gifted him a long time ago.
"What are you doing?" a voice inquires softly, halting him in his tracks.
Glancing over his shoulder he sees the housemaid, Mey-Rin, a slight hatred rippling through him. Ciel has grown more attached to her lately, for reasons unknown to him. He's seen them taking leisurely strolls through the white rose gardens, the empty corridors and he's even seen her sneak his young master sweets now and then. Exhaling he turns to address her, the door still open.
"Mey-Rin," Sebastian says, his voice low as if Ciel may hear in his bedroom nestled deep within the mansion, "Why are you out of bed?"
The maid fumble
Beautiful As You AreBeautiful As You Are4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Through the thin curtains the sun filters, casting a sweet golden calm upon the room, upon him. That small frame of his leans against one of the many windows in the room- an odd half octagon alcove of glass windows branching from the rest of the room, the glass itself faceted and reflecting many different shades of the mesmerizing pastels. The young earl's dark grey hair contrasts with his light skin and surroundings, as well as the light reds in his coat. In his hands rests a single large pink rose, its many petals bursting from a thin stem and blooming around his thin hands.
Over the years he's grown, now slowly emerging into the façade of a fifteen year old boy instead of the childish thirteen he was when he first entered his new life. His limbs have elongated, his torso flattening yet toning and that porcelain doll face now longer with a sharper edge of youth. No one would believe that this del
RequiemRequiem4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Rating: T / PG-13
Summary: When the someone most important to you is taken before your eyes the only thing you know to do is get them back! No matter the cost and no matter the pain.
Timeline: Actual universe
Warnings: It is actual universe and it might be slightly OOC. But I can't really do much since the story is AU.
"Sebby, what do you think of this hat?" Ciel asked as he ran into the dining room with a sailor cap placed on his head. He smiled wide as he gripped the hat firmly so it wouldn't fall, "Mommy says it looks cute!" He ran up to the tall man in a dark suit and cupped his mouth, "But ..daddy says I look silly. What do you thin
Flightless RobinFlightless Robin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This way, Little Robin," he coaxes softly, his voice smooth like honey yet unattainable in its true meaning like smoke. Those sleepy light azure eyes blink at me in attempted seduction as his black gloved hand gestures to the room that he holds open for us to enter.
Gritting my teeth I look past the door to see an empty bedroom, so my aunt Angelina was right, he does like girls of all ages. Men like him are disgusting, showing interest of girls of no more than thirteen such as myself although I am no girl. I am the queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive last of the Phantomhives, and due to the most recent case I am to be undercover as my opposing sex.
His smile wavers as he purses his lips slightly, "My dear Robin, is something the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?"
Forcing a smile of a stupid young girl I nod, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm, "Yes, it is what I wish it's just I didn't think you would comply."
He takes my chin under his thumb and
His Butler, ExposedHis Butler, Exposed4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Finally, after week and weeks of waiting and months of recovering the Phantomhive household seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as normal could be. The maid scurried about knocking over dishes and cleaning up her mess, the cook was busy perfecting his flam thrower techniques, the gardener contently snipping away at the trees and the butler by his master's side as he should be.
Ciel scribbles his name on yet another black line, completing the latest transaction with a supplier in Asia. He plucks his pen down, enjoying the sound as it hits the desk signifying a day of work finished. The young earl reclines back into his chair shutting his eyes for a brief moment of rest, glad to have earned it. How hectic his life has become in the few months he's encountered the Queen's Spider, Alois Trancy and his double crossing butler, Claude Fastus-a fellow demon like his own butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
Lately everything seemed like it was crumbling beneath his feet, the chessboard that ha
One Wish to Rule Them AllOne Wish to Rule Them All3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors Note: May contain a few minor bad words.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" Ciel yelled at the group of wild and obnoxious people including his servants, that stupid prince and Agni, Madame Red, Lau and Ran-Mao, and many more. Everyone looked back at him forgetting about the package. No one spoke a word. Ciel's patience was already thin.
"Sebastian, I order you to tell me what's going on!" Ciel hissed at his butler. Upon those words Sebastian straightened up his suite while still standing on Grell's face and began his long tale of the day with everyone.
The young master had worked Sebastian non-stop with errands today and now it was time to turn in. Sebastian grieving a sigh began to take off his black coat when he felt a letter in his left breast pocket. Pulling it out did he immediately figured out who it was fro
His Butler, CaughtHis Butler, Caught4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her wide eyes flicker with confusion and denial as she leans forward more, inspecting the sight before her. As Elizabeth had entered the room she had heard some odd sounds from behind Ciel's desk and a closer look revealed his butler atop her fiancé attached at the face. "What's going on?" she attempts to demand but comes out as a whisper.
Ciel moves his jaw slightly; clenching it like he usually does when he's mad as Sebastian sits upright, sliding off his master. Sebastian helps Ciel stand, keeping a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder comfortingly. He flashes the trembling girl before him a charmed smile, "Miss Elizabeth "
"Where you two kissing?" she hisses, disgust in her tone as she takes a step away from the anomaly of butler and master.
"No." Sebastian replies simply.
"But I saw you!" she shouts, tears gathering in her eyes, "I saw you kiss him, Sebastian! Is that any way to treat my fiancée? The man I'm destined to be with?!"
Ciel narrows his eye, "Who said I
Dance With The DevilDance With The Devil4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music floats through the air, happily and lazily without a second thought. Every note wafts into the listener's ears as the hourglass figures of elegant women pressed to dashing men flit around. Women's skirt fabric shifts in my ears as does the shuffling of the men's feet. Everything seems like it's out of a fairy tale, like the kind mother would read to me if I behaved that day. All the girls perfect, the opposite sex their mirror image but in what they desire, everything seems so perfect.
As it should, after all this is a Phantomhive ball held at the newly restored Phantomhive manor. Why shouldn't they all glide around the floor like the meaningless pawns they are, mere decoration in my vile name. Let them dance, let their ignorance scar me further for tonight is a night of 'celebration' as my Aunt Red calls it. To be honest I have no idea what could possibly be 'celebrated' in the return of my person. She calls it a blessing I call it another adjective. Either way one slices it
His Master, Deceit 2His Master, Deceit 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: our time, actual time, currently the time and space era we inhabit this very moment. Or, as some may call it of this very moment 2011.
Traffic was horrible, it was as if all of London knew that I was in a hurry and was hell bend on making sure I reached my destination as slowly as possible. I could go into a long recollection of how I attempted to outrun other cars, beat traffic signals and try not to run over pedestrians, but that would take too long.
To put it simply, I abandoned my car- well, technically Ciel's car- in the middle of a busy street and decided to run to the airport.
A bit out of breath I stride to the first entry onto the plane, the attendant takes my pre-ordered ticket and rips off the piece she keeps. Her large brown eyes briefly survey my body, her sight staying locked on my eyes before flickering to my chest. Sighing I quirked one eyebrow in a silent plea to continue on with my journey; I know I'm attractive, demons usu