Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters.
Pairings: Mainly SebastianXCiel
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi, some gore(?)
A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I don't expect it to be really good or have many readers, but I'll write it anyway.
Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it :D
In the darkness, in something that seem to be an old and collapsed temple, there were two figures. One of them was very small, looking around twelve years old, and was wearing an eyepatch over his right eye. He was sitting on something that could resemble a marble bench, looking up at the other figure.
The other one was rather tall, and was wearing a black butler coat. His eyes shone bright red, and his lips were formed into a gentle smile.
The younger one of the two looked at the butler with emotionless eyes.
"The rest of my soul is yours," he said.
A smirk appeared on his butler's face. "As expected from the Young Master. You're kind."
The boy slowly put his hand up to his right eye, gently tapping his eyepatch. "Will it hurt?" he asked, his voice slightly trembling.
"Yes, a little," the butler replied, his expression softening a bit. "I'll keep it as gentle as possible..."
Before he could say anything more, he got interrupted by the young boy. "Don't." The boy made a slight frown. "Make it as painful as you can. Carve the pain of my life into my soul."
The butler was taken aback by the young boy's words, and his eyes widened a little, before he smirked and got down on one knee, laid a hand over his heatd, and bowed his head for the young boy.
"Yes, My Lord."
The boy leaned back onto the bench as his butler took off his gloves, gripping them with his teeth and dragging them off, then let them fall down on the marble floor. He walked to stand right in front of the boy before slowly caressing his face and gently pulling off his eyepatch.
He leaned towards the boy, his eyes now shining in a mor, pink-ish colour, and took hold of the boy's chin.
"Then... Young Master."
He softly kissed the boy, making it so that the his soul would be dragged out, but then he noticed...
There was no soul there. The boy was empty!
Just after he had thought that, the boy vanished, as if transferring to another place.
Eyes shining with rage, he straightened up and looked at his hand, which beared the mark of their contract. It was still there, meaning the soul was still out there somewhere. Someone had stolen the soul he had longed for in almost three years! And he had worked so hard for it!
He had to get it back!
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