Title: Child of Blue

Author: 14FragmentsOfLight (previously)

Fandom: Sebastian x Ciel

Warnings: OOC characters

Disclaimer: I'm a FANgirl. This is a FANfiction. I think it's self-explanatory.

AN: I reposted this because I felt guilty of the reviews. This is a bonus, people.


"Child of Blue"


"It truly is painful to live alone."

Ciel's POV:

'Stop! Please stop!'

Tears streamed down my face as the pain increased. The cold knife pierced my skin and brought out warm blood. I tried to move away from it but the ropes around my neck and limbs restrained me.

"Now, now, little boy, don't you like to play?" A man with a hoarse voice said. I couldn't see anything with the blindfold on.

I muffled a scream. The room was suddenly filled with men's laughter.

"oh, come on. I could do better than what you did. Here, give me that! "

I heard his footsteps come near me. My heart pounded against my chest. It wanted to get out as badly as I could.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands behind my head. The blindfold slipped off my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes to readjust to the darkness, but before I knew it…

"Aaaaaaaaah!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, but the gag bruised the sides of my mouth.

The pain was so immense that words couldn't describe it. I felt my tears stream down my face along with streams of blood from my eye.

The knife he used lodged in to my eye. I wanted to shake the blade off, but there was still the possibility of the knife entering my eye further. I asked Him that it wouldn't reach further into my head.

The men in the room burst with life, their laughter and scoffs echoing through the walls. I felt a new emotion rage within me. It was more than what I could fathom. The men circled around me… Their hands reaching out to touch me…

I struggled in the heavy bonds. My mind screamed at me to move.

'No! No! NO! N-'


I screamed and shot my eyes open. My body went on its own will and everything became a blinding white blur. I didn't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I felt drops of blood on my cheek.

The blinding light in my eyes dissipated as I felt a strong pair of hands hold onto mine. My breath came out in erratic pants; my heart pounded against my chest and cold adrenaline ran in my veins.

My eyes fluttered as the light disappeared. I dropped my jaw at the next thing I saw.

Sebastian was in front of me with a large cut across his face; his hand firmly gripped my blade-held hand while the other tried to pry away the one that strangled his neck.

I jumped away from the bed and backed away into a corner. "What have I done?" I murmured to myself as I slumped onto the floor.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-to hurt you. It's just that I..." I couldn't think straight. I couldn't even look at him. My words came out in stutters until all I could say was…

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry. I didn-"

A pair of arms wrapped around me. His scent overwhelmed my senses. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him and buried my face at the crook of his shoulder.

I didn't know why I felt so comfortable in his arms. It had only been a few days since I met him and yet there was this undeniable feeling that I've known him longer than that.

If my memories weren't so painfully blank, I would've remembered him as a childhood friend.


Sebastian's POV:

Who knew getting hit on the head would make me see my first love and childhood friend again?

But many things had changed about him. He was never like this back then…

A few days ago, he was a mess in my arms. His tears were warm against my chest. I held him closer so that he wouldn't see the tears that formed in my eyes.

His soft whimpers echoed loudly in my ears and broke my heart. I caressed his back and said nothing. I knew my words would only fall onto deaf ears. I felt my heart sink. I couldn't bear to see him cry, even way back then.



I watched him focus on the last knot of the wreath he held. His tongue stuck out and his sweat dripped.

'He really is putting a lot of effort onto this,' I thought.

His eyes suddenly lit up and a smile placed itself on his face.

"Ta-dah!" He held out the wreath with a proud look on his face.

"Congratulations on making that wreath, Ciel." I smiled at him, but he had a pout on his face.

"It's not a wreath, it's a flower crown."

I couldn't help but laugh at what he said. He had an angry look on his face but a shade of pink colored his cheeks.

"I don't see what's so funny about what I said, brother," he said with irritation in his voice.

I wiped of a tear from my eye and tried to suppress another fit of laughs.

"I'm sorry. I thought that you were making a wreath since the flowers it had had fallen off."

He looked at his lap and saw the flowers we picked had fallen off the crown. His face lit bright red before he shot me a glare.

"It's your fault for not teaching me how to do it properly." He stared at the floral circle in his hands. "And not ALL the flowers fell off. There's still a few of them. Here, see!"

He shoved the crown onto my face. I slightly moved away in surprise. I gently pushed the crown away from my face.

"Yes, I could see it. I could see it."

"You don't like it, don't you," he said. His head was tilted down with a pout on his lips. "It was supposed to be for you, but I messed it up in the end." He rubbed his arm shyly.

'He made it for me.' I smiled at the thought. 'He's such a sweet boy.'

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my embrace. He squeaked at the sudden movement but I found it quite cute.

"B-brother, wh-what a-are you doing?" he stammered as he tried to straddle my lap.

"Hugging you, of course. You're such a silly boy." I caressed his dark blue locks. I looked back at him and saw the shade of pink on his face return.

"A cute one at that," I said with a wink. I found it extremely adorable how the shade of pink on his face turned red in an instant.

"W-why are you saying that?!"

"Because it's true!"

"B-but you're my older brother!"

"I'm not YOUR brother. I'm LIKE one." I gave him a pinch on the cheek before I hugged him once more. I felt his hands wrap around me in a welcoming hug.

I was taken by surprise when he suddenly jolted away from me. That's when I understood why…

"T-the crown I made you!" I watched him gingerly hold the crown in his hands. It was deformed because of the hug we shared.

His sapphire eyes shone with tears. "Th-the c-crown I made you is r-ruined," he said bitterly with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No. No. Don't cry, little one!" I caressed his tear-stained cheek. I couldn't bear seeing him cry.

"B-b-but i-it's ruined," he stammered.

"Now, now, little one. It's not ruined. Look." I held the crown in my hands as I stroked his back. The crown was slightly crooked, a few flowers had lost its petals and it had loosened slightly. Luckily, I saw a bright blue flower that was still in tact.

"Look, Ciel. There's still a beautiful blue flower."

He slowly stopped crying and looked at the blue flower in the crown.

"And it's not ruined. I think it still looks lovely." I placed the crown on top of my head and gave him a smile. He simply stared at me. It was a good thing that he stopped crying.

"I love your gift, little one. It's very pretty."

But before I knew it, the poor crown fell apart into a mess of crushed flowers on top of my head. I felt some of the weeds fall onto my shoulders.

His eyes suddenly squinted. I thought he was going to cry again. "N-now, now, little one, please don't cry. We'll make a new crown together. If you want, we could make a thousand of them! Just don-"

I suddenly heard him chuckle then burst into a fit of laughter.

"The crown broke down!"

I wanted to get mad at him for laughing at me, but the way he laughed was precious.

'I could never get mad at him, no matter what he does! This boy is too cute! ' I thought to myself as a blush appeared on my cheeks.

"You're so kind, Sebastian," he said with a smile. "You always protect me, teach me new things, and when I feel sad, you always make me so happy!" He finished it off with a giggle.

"O-of course, I do. I'd do everything to make you happy," I said sincerely then smiled at him.

I meant what I said. I would never hesitate to do anything just to see him happy…

He took the bright blue flower from my hair and tucked it behind my ear before he hugged me once more. He was only six while I was only nine back then so he couldn't fully wrap his arms around me.

"I love you, Sebastian," he murmured next to my chest. My cheeks flared at what he said.

'No! No, Sebastian! Th-that's not what Ciel meant… He meant it in a brotherly way… right?' I thought.

Nevertheless, I still pulled him tighter into my embrace. I suddenly heard him mewl in content like what a cat would do. I couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction.

'This boy is my only weakness, but also my greatest strength.'

"I love you too, Ciel."

He pulled away slightly. "I love you three!" I looked at him with wide eyes for a short moment before I understood.

"Well, I love you four!"


I blinked at him. 'Where is this going exactly?!' I thought.

I smiled at him before I pulled him closer to me. "Forever."

'You're the most precious thing in the world to me…'

He was never like this in the past. He was a dear, thoughtful boy. That's why I will do everything to make him happy… even if it gets me in harms way.

Ciel's POV:

I wringed the cloth from the hot water and later placed it on his cheek.

"Ouch! Stop that! It hurts." He flinched away from my touch but before he could've gone any farther, I firmly held his cheek.

"No. Stay still! It's not going to get cleaned if you keep looking away from me." I looked at him straight in the eye.

'H-He's looking at me directly.' I thought as a blush formed in my cheeks. I saw him smirk and instantly felt irritated at an instant. So I did what any irritated person would do…


Irritate him back with the wet cloth.

"You're so cruel," he murmured under his breath.

"And you're so childish." I continued to clean his cut.

The more I stared at it, the more guilt arose in me. I couldn't help but graze the skin beneath the wound unconsciously. Sebastian flinched at the touch. I felt warm blood ooze to my fingers.

"I'm s-sorry." I moved my hand away from his cheek but he held onto my hand and stopped me from moving back any further.

"You don't need to be." He gave me a warm smile as his hand massaged at the back of my head.

"But it's my fau-" I stopped at the look in his eyes. Those deep rubies swirled with a strong emotion. I found it rather odd because he's never shown me that kind of look of before.

Was it a look of love? (1)

But it later hit me that…

'C-close… He's too close!' I blushed at the close proximity he was at. I could almost taste his breath on my lips.

"Sebastian, I-"

A warm pair of lips planted feathery kisses on my face; from the top of my forehead, to my cursed eye and onto my cheek. He stopped when he reached near my lips.

For a moment there, I felt the urge to pull him closer and seal me with a kiss. Alas, moments are such fleeting things. My mind screamed for logic. Not to mention the fact that my head was spinning from a blood rush.

He simply wrapped his arms around me and whispered near my ears.

"It never was…"

I held back my tears and wrapped my arms around him.

[1. At first, it was supposed to be a look of sincerity but it's better to just say it was a 'look of [sincere] love'.]

Odd ending. I know. I had to cut it shorter than before. This is the 'end' of my story. But always remember that a story never ends as long as it remains in a reader's mind