TITLE: When Souls Cry Out, Demons Answer the Call

SUMMARY: Children are to be seen and not heard. They are a status symbol, property of their parents to do with as they please. When your parents are this powerful you will...obey. When your children have demon servants you could...die... This is the story of three children bound by status, the honor behind their name, and ownership to parents who abuse them.

Rated M.

Author's Note: An old story from a previous account. I had originally lost it in the move process, but thanks to fate I was able to recover it. If you remember this review and I'll add the rest.

A Demon Servant's First Day Part 3

"We'll talk about this later," Lord Phantomhive said climbing down from the carriage after Sebastian opened the door. Their guests were pulling up as well. Lord Vincent escorted them all into their manor and designated places where they could change out of their robes.

Sebastian took Ciel to his room where he helped him change into a green uniform. He was finishing the off the tie when Elizabeth came bursting in wearing a frilly red dress with a neck tie that had roses right where her mark was to hide it.

"Ciel!" she called rushing to his side.

"Elizabeth, how many times do I have to tell you to knock first?" Ciel sighed as she continued to ignore him. She ran up to Sebastian.

"So you're Sebastian…" she said looking up a him. "A…demon right?"

He placed his hand on his chest, inclining his head slightly.

She giggled. "So…you're like Paula! You're like my governess?"

"Yes," he answered again. Her expression brightened.

"If Mama and the others don't want us with them we should all do something fun!"

"Listen," Ciel snapped getting to his feet. "My Father knows we snuck off."

"When we changed the holy water… I cannot afford to do something to make him even more upset. We'll stay with them today unless they order us to do otherwise."

"Oh…" she looked upset, and she prayed Lord Vincent would not tell her mother…

"Don't give me that face," Ciel sighed. "C'mon let's go downstairs…"

They found everyone in the study sitting around the coffee table. The liquor had already been broke out by Claude.

"Ciel!" shouted Lord Trancy when he entered; he patted the seat beside him. "Come here you can sit beside me!"

Sighing Ciel took a seat, and Elizabeth sat on his right. The room was well lit, all the windows and curtains open. The seats plush and fancy looking. It looked like a gathering of old friends getting together for a chat. At least that's how it would have appeared to any onlooker…

"Why don't you have a drink Ciel," Lord Trancy said pushing his drink on him. "Your *hic* father won't mind…"

"Isn't it rather early to be drinking?" Ciel asked logically. Politely waving the drink away which Lord Trancy took to mean down it, and he swallowed the drink in one shot. Lord Vincent shot Ciel a rather angry look and his son fell silent immediately.

"Father had a few on the way here," Alois said shamefully. His father was too distracted by his inebriation to scold Alois for speaking out of turn.

"I am rather bored," Frances Middleford said dully. "What can we do for fun?"

"How about," Lord Vincent said looking down into his wine glass at his own reflection. "How about we have young Alois and my son play a friendly game of chess…"

"Oh splendid idea," Lady Frances said clapping her hands together. "That would be quite wonderful; we could even do some gambling on it. You should call a few more of the Queen's nobles over… Wouldn't it make for much higher stakes?"

"Oh indeed, I shall send a messenger…Sebastian," Lady Rachel Phantomhive turned to him. "Would you be a dear and call our friends. They should be here by dinner at the latest if we summon them now…"

"I would be delighted my Lady," Sebastian said.

"Good, here I'll retrieve the list for you," Lady Rachel said getting to her feet.

"Don't forget to invite Baron Kelvin," Lord Phantomhive mentioned offhandedly. Ciel who had been taking a sip of the tea Paula had prepared for the under aged guests choked slightly at the mention of his name.

"Is he one of…" Lady Middleford began only to find Lord Phantomhive shake his head.

"No of course not, he's an oaf, but a very valuable part of the business world. It would profitable for me to invite him…" he said.

Alois' eyes shot in Ciel's direction. It was not often he saw Ciel scared, but the slightest of traces could be seen on his face.

"It's been some time since I invited him over, lord knows that's what he hopes for. Poor bastard probably sits on the edge of his seat when the mail comes hoping for an invitation from me," Lord Phantomhive said softly. "It is best to keep him on the edge. Though lately, with the rise in his business dealings, I will be forced to start paying more attention to him…"

"Why exactly is he so fond of you Lord Phantomhive?" Lady Middelford asked.

"He has a bit of an infatuation with my son," he explained. "Never did have a son of his own you see, it comforts him to be around Ciel."

"Sounds a bit like a pervert to me," Lord Trancy said.

Ciel glared. _That was big talk form a man forcing it from his own son every night_… how Ciel would have loved to say those words aloud…

"Indeed," Lady Middleford said raising her glass. "Just what does he own exactly?"

"By now, nearly all the major corporations we don't already have our hands in…" Lord Vincent explained.

A sudden hush rippled through the group.

"Well he simply must come," Lady Middelford said forcing a smile. "I would love to get to know him."

"Indeed," Lord Trancy chimed. "He'll have to come over my estate for a drink sometime."

…and just like that Baron Kelvin's status in society had just been raised a few notches. Ciel sighed.

"Mother wouldn't it be—" Elizabeth began only to have her mother hiss at her. "Quiet Elizabeth! Children are to be seen and not heard. So keep your mouth shut until someone speaks to you…"

She folded her hands on her lap, her expression down casted. Lord Vincent ignoring Elizabeth's rudeness turned to Ciel. "You be sure to be polite to him Ciel…"

"…Yes Father," Ciel said softly. Lady Rachel who had been rummaging through a drawer the whole time finally pulled out the piece of paper with the names and numbers. She circled the ones she wanted Sebastian to invite.

"Here you are, please call them immediately."

"Yes my Lady," Sebastian said bowing.

He left the small talk returning ten minutes later with the news that he had contacted them all and everyone agreed to come. That made everyone quite happy and the grown-ups went to the basement for a game of billiards while awaiting their guests, due to the occurrence from the other night, the children were told to remain upstairs. Which suited them perfectly, it wasn't often they were able to talk together freely…

"What should we do?" Alois asked. "The dinner guests won't arrive for two hours."

Sebastian who had made a small plate of finger sandwiches for the children held the tray out to each in turn, though when he got to Ciel and held the platter out for him to take one, he pulled back as Ciel made to grab for one, taking the opportunity to ask, "So this Baron Kelvin, why is it you fear him?"

"Shut up!" Ciel snapped ripping one of the sandwiches from the tray. "I fear nothing."

"Liiii-aaaa-r!" Alois sang innocently. "Baron Kelvin has been obsessed with Ciel since he was a child. His dearest goal in life is to be with him the same way my father is with me…" He chucled softly, his bright eyes suddenly narrowing. "Disgusting."

"Shut up!" Ciel snapped furiously.

"He's in for a surprise though; the Baron hasn't seen Ciel since he came back from disappearing for four months…" Alois pointed out.

"Alois shut up before I make you!" Ciel snapped.

"You make me? Ciel you're over a head length shorter than me…" Alois teased.

"Tsk," he bit into his sandwhich, when Sebastian suddenly leaned down by him, his lips near his ear.

"I can ensure he never touches you Ciel," Sebastian whispered. "With one order…"

"Tsk," Ciel turned away. "I don't need you to do a damn thing for me!"

"What on earth did you make a contract with me for then?" Sebastian asked smiling softly.

Ciel rolled his eyes turning away, taking a sip of tea. Beside him a cushion that held a number of darts. Ciel had been about to suggest a game (to pass the time) only Elizabeth spoke up distracting his train of thought.

"Sebastian," Elizabeth piped up happily; there was no mother around to silence her this time... "When we die now…we'll…we'll go to hell right?"

"Yes," Sebastian said turning his attention to her.

"Is it…is it as scary as the church makes it out to be?" she asked looking rather worried.

"No," Sebastian answered his eyes narrowing, "It is far worse…"

Elizabeth gasped slightly at the thought and Paula rushed up behind her throwing her arms around her. "Do not fret over it my darling," she purred softly in her ear. "Now is what is happening at the moment, and right now is when you will be safe in my arms…"

"Ciel, that demon is hugging your fiancé," Alois teased turning so he was seated sideways in his armchair.

"I have no particular feeling towards it," Ciel muttered. Paula as her demon servant wasn't about to go against Elizabeth's wishes in anyway. So he honestly didn't care if she clung to her, because while Elizabeth was one of the few people in this world that Ciel loved, he did not lover her as a fiancé should. Still, Ciel's heart of stone had a permanent soft spot for Elizabeth that would probably never go away. But in the same respect he would probably never love her the way she loved him, and he was well aware just how much she loved him…

The doorbell rang and Sebastian immediately went to answer it.

Ciel heard the voices of Madame Red, Grell, Lau, and even the undertaker… why had he been invited.

"Please come in," Sebastian said, and upon hearing that Alois swung around to sit appropriately in his chair.

Madame Red rounded the corner and smiled widely as Ciel got up to greet her. "Oh my dearest nephew how have you been!" she asked.

"Fine," he answered enduring her hugs and fawning before she turned to Alois and Elizabeth muttering words of praise and saying things like, "You're growing like weeds!"

Ciel sighed, she had just seen them the other day, and they couldn't have possibly changed that much… He touched his eye patch… then again…

"My my, Ciel," Lau said walking into the room Ran Mao at his side. "What a lovely new eye patch you have… Did something happen? Or is it a fashion statement?"

Madame Red jumped up from her fawning spinning around. "What!" she gasped. "What do you mean?"

She spun Ciel around.

"What happened to your eye? Come to my hospital you must be examined by me…" she exclaimed grabbing his wrist she tried to forcefully pull him from the room only to be stopped by Sebastian.

"Please Madam; I have already examined his eye. He has lost sight in it, but otherwise it is perfectly fine…" Sebastian explained.

"Why was he not taken to my hospital? What is the point of having a close relative who is a doctor if you feel it not necessary to go see them when you're hurt? I probably could have saved his eye!" she barked.

Wanna bet? Ciel thought to himself somewhat annoyed.

"I am certain with your talents you could have," Sebastian said politely.

"Ah you're here!" Lady Rachel said smiling as her and the others emerged from the basement.

Madame Red spun around looking pissed. "Oh dearest sister…" she chimed. "Why wasn't Ciel taken to my hospital when he was injured?"

Looking somewhat scared (though playfully so) Lady Rachel took off down the hall her sister on her heels and their playful sisterly argument could be heard as they chased each other around. "Ah, seems one is never too old to bond with their sister," Lau said softly. "Maybe I should give mine a call…"

"You have a sister?" Lord Vincent asked slightly surprised.

"No…but I could…"

Rolling his eyes Lord Vincent turned to the children. "Well it is time for the game," he said.

"Wait, what about the Baron? He hasn't arrived yet…" Lady Frances said walking over to her daughter and meticulously tried to fix a curl that had gone flat. "I would be rude to begin without him…"

"Yes…but…I don't understand. Baron Kelvin should have been here already, he lives closer than anyone else. I wouldn't have thought he would pass up a chance to attend one of my get-togethers," Lord Vincent said.

"Baron who?" Sebastian asked.

Lord Vincent sighed. "Kelvin, the man you called…"

"Oh…my…pity…" Sebastian said.

Lord Vincent turned to him. "What?" he asked.

"It seems I forgot to invite the Baron…" Sebastian said his eyes narrowing a smirk on his lips. "My mistake."

"Your mistake! Some elite," his father barked. "Just what kind of…who makes that kind of mistake there is a list you call everyone on it…"

"My apologies Lord Phantomhive."

"You're just as useless as my other servants," he spat picking up his wine glass he made to throw the contents at Sebastian, only as soon as he raised his glass. He pulled back, the glass falling from his fingers and crashing to the ground. Not a drop spilled on Sebastian but it got nearly everywhere else that was within range.

"What happened?" Lord Trancy asked staring down at the shattered wine glass.

Lord Vincent turned his hand, noticing a long scratch on the back of it. His glare turned to his son who was taking a sip of tea looking quite bored. Beside him the cushion where the darts for the dart board were kept, one was missing. Sebastian looked and noticed the dart Ciel had thrown was imbedded on the opposite wall. Smiling he swiftly said he would take care of the mess and ran off to fetch a towel quickly grabbing the dart as he passed so none of the nobles would notice what had been thrown.

"Well," Lady Rachel said softly. "Forget him then, we'll get him next time. Let's head off for our little game then…"

"Yes," Madame Red agreed and they all got up heading after her.

When Ciel (last in the group) walked by his father Lord Vincent grabbed hold of his tie pulling him close. "Just what did you do?" he asked.

"Me?" Ciel said with as much innocence as he could muster. "I did not do a thing."

"Do not give me that Ciel," his father said softly, dangerously. Pulling him close, he was nearly lifted onto his tip toes. Ciel had to grab his father's arm just to stop the tie from choking him.

"I don't—"

"Ahh!" Lord Vincent dropped his tie staring down at the palm of his hand which had a sudden burn mark upon it.

"Lord Vincent, Bocchan," Sebastian said holding the towel in his hand. "The others have already left; you wouldn't wish to be late…"

"No," Ciel said hurrying off to the chess room, carefully avoiding Sebastian's gaze.

Lord Vincent stared down at his hand, noticing a shadow had come up behind it. He blinked looking ahead to find Sebastian was standing a little over an inch from him. "Did something happen to your hand Lord Phantomhive? I shall bring you some ice as soon as I finish cleaning up."

"…Yes, you do that," he said walking past him. Halfway down the hall he glared back. "Interesting…" he whispered.

Ciel took a seat with Alois at the chessboard, everyone else sitting in seats around the room. Lau was happily writing on a chalkboard where he wrote who was voting for whom, and just how much they were betting. Ciel sighed. He knew the outcome… His father was expecting him to win, and would surely punish him if he did not. Alois' father would most certainly do the same to Alois once he returned home should he lose. Young Ciel could see Alois' stress on his face as he took a seat across from him. Ciel was a master of this game after all, and King of chess… Hell, the King of any game really. Alois never understood how Ciel seemed to know who to play any game perfectly.

"I will put seven hundred on my son Alois," Lord Trancy said happily.

"I will put six on Alois as well," Lady Frances said softly.

"Eight on Ciel," Madame Red said grinning.

"Five hundred thousand on Ciel," Lord Vincent Phantomhive said walking into the room.

Ciel's eyes shot in his father's direction, and Alois gasped.

"What?" Lord Trancy gasped turning to him.

"Too rich for you Lord Trancy?" Vincent asked smugly taking a seat.

"Of... of course not," he said softly. "I just didn't realize we were being that serious about this childish game… But if that's the case. I will put the same on Alois…"

Alois laughed nervously sinking back in his chair tensely. Ciel sighed sitting as calm as ever. A few more people raised the stakes and after everyone had had a price down the games began.

Piece by piece the war began. Ciel's black pieces against Alois' white, just a few moves in and Ciel knew he had him. It was quite clear that Alois seemed to only possess the absolute minimum knowledge of how the game was played. Ciel was already thinking thirty moves ahead, and he highly doubted Alois was even thinking two. Ciel sighed. He noticed Lord Trancy's hand which grasped the arm of his chair so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He turned back to Alois, who was staring down from one piece to another debating which one he should move… Ciel leaned back. So he'll deal with a few hours of pain tonight if he lost the game. Alois on the other hand would be raped, and horrifically so as well... Of the two, it was quite obvious which was worse. Sighing Ciel began to move his pieces so that it would be easier for Alois to win.

"Um…let's see… uh…" Alois' eyes bounced from one piece to another.

After ten minutes Ciel was getting quite upset. His eyes narrowed. C'mon, he thought to himself. I could not have made this any easier for you…

"Uh…ow!" Alois winced when Ciel kicked him below the table. He looked up. Ciel darted his eyes to the left of the board and following his vision Alois noticed the play Ciel had been trying to get him to make for the last five minutes…

He looked up. "No Ciel, I can't…" he whispered so his voice was barely audible. "Your Dad will…"

Ciel shrugged indifferently.

Alois grasped his rook swiftly moving it so it checkmated Ciel's king.

"And that's a checkmate," Lau said.

Lord Vincent who had not been paying attention due to the fact Sebastian had just brought them all cupcakes stated simply, "So Lord Trancy would you like to pay me now or later?"

"You could start by paying me Lord Vincent, Ciel lost."

"What!" he gasped dropping the cake he was holding. "How!"

"Alois performed an amazing series of maneuvers that just took poor Ciel by surprise. Perhaps he should practice more…" Lord Trancy suggested.

Lord Vincent stood up furiously walking over to the board staring down. "Well…well done…Alois. It seems you beat my son… Congratulations…"

"Uh…thank you Sir…" Alois said halfheartedly.

So the money bet on Ciel was given to Alois' side of the chart and divided evenly among the winners, and after a very strained dinner service, their guests went home. Lord Vincent dragged his son to the chess room furiously demanding how Alois had one.

"Just what did you do Ciel!" his father snapped.

"Nothing…"

"Clearly!"

"Sorry, you never told me whether or not I was supposed to win that one," Ciel snapped bitterly.

"You would think knowing how much money I put down you would have realized I wanted you to win it," his father snapped.

"…"

"And what about church this morning?" his father snapped. "Where did you, Alois, and Elizabeth sneak off to?"

"…"

"And just what about my hand… I know that was you…"

"…"

"I don't know what has gotten into you Ciel, but this sure as hell isn't what I paid for… First thing after the social season is over you're going straight back to the church for retraining."

Ciel's eyes widened slightly…

"Oh, you don't like that?" Lord Vincent asked. "Well, you only have a few months to convince me otherwise. I suggest son, that you fall in line and listen to me or you may just find yourself out on your ass once you turn seventeen…"

"…"

"Until then… Maylene!" Lord Vincent called. When she didn't answer right away he bellowed her name again.

"Ye…Yes Sir?" Maylene said peeking into the room.

"Prepare for Ciel his usual drink and you prepare him for bed. Tell Sebastian to meet me in my office…"

"Uh…yes Sir…"

"You desired to see me," Sebastian said.

"So… elite huh?" Lord Vincent said sitting behind his desk. "How does and elite servant just forget to call a member on my guest list?"

"I daresay I do not know," Sebastian said and grinning slightly he added. "Elite or no…I am only human, but I am also getting used to you my Lord, as well as your family. You have yet to see what it is I can do…"

"No more mistakes from you Sebastian," Lord Vincent demanded. "That's an order."

"…Yes," he said bowing.

"Now, Maylene has put Ciel to bed. So there is no reason for you to enter his room tonight," he said. "If you would like something to occupy your time you can get to learn my business. If you are as incredible as you say, then you should assist in running my business."

Lord Trancy's mood was elated when they arrived back home, and if Alois thought he had been drunk before, it was nothing compared to how he was now.

"Come Alois," he father called upon entering their manor. "To my room…"

"But…"

"Don't question me Alois…" his father demanded heading upstairs after handing his coat over to Claude.

Sighing Alois removed his coat handing it to Claude; he turned to head upstairs only to have Claude grab his wrist. "If you need me, you need only call…"

Alois blinked, "…what do you…"

"Alois!" his father called from upstairs and Alois ran after him heading into his father's room.

"You did amazing against Ciel today. It was incredible…"

"Then…can't I… Can't I just rest today then… I mean…"

"Why?" his father asked walking over to him placing his hand under Alois' chin. "I've been planning your reward the whole ride home."

"I don't want…" his father grabbed Alois' arm dragging him over to the bed. "Come now Alois… you did wonderful today don't you want some praise…"

"No I—" Lord Trancy flipped him around grabbing the back of Alois' hair pushing his face into the covers of the bed. "Why must you always fight me? It would be so much more enjoyable for you if you didn't…"

Alois tried to pry his father's fingers from his hair. He couldn't sit up, he couldn't pull away, and with his face being forced into the sheets, he couldn't breathe. He felt his father's hands pulling his necktie from around his neck and began pulling his shirt off. Seeming to have sensed his desperation for air his father released his hair allowing him to turn. Alois gasped clinging to the sheets. He felt dizzy…

"Come now, just be good for me," his father said grabbing his arms and pulling them behind Alois' back.

"Father please," he begged trying to pull free.

"Don't bother fighting me, Ciel…" his father said softly as he ran his fingers through Alois' hair.

Alois gasped. Had his father just called him Ciel?

"Father…what…"

"Shh," he said reaching around for his belt.

"No!" Alois snapped trying to free himself even more. "Claude don't let him!"

"You're calling for Claude?" his father laughed. "He is—"

*knock* *knock*

Alois gasped at the sound and his father froze…

The door opened and Claude walked into the room.

"What are you doing here? I understand you're new but you are not permitted to enter my room especially when I am with my child. Now go find a task to occupy yourself with until—" his father began only to have Claude bow.

"Your highness…you need only give the order…" Claude said softly bowing.

"What?" Lord Trancy said confused. "Who are you talking—"

Alois closed his eyes… "Claude, this is an order. Save me!"

"Yes, your highness."

Suddenly the room went dark and he heard his father scream…

Alois blinked to find he was in Claude's arms, and Claude was carrying him up the steps to his room. He looked up. "Claude?"

Claude looked down at him. "You're safe now…as ordered."

"Ugh! My father what did you do!"

"He is unconscious, I doubt he will wake before tomorrow," Claude said.

Alois sighed in relief, "Good, you didn't kill him…"

"Of course. I cannot do anything without your orders. However, if you wish me to I would be more than happy—"

"No!" Alois snapped shaking his head. "Of course not… don't harm him…he's still…he's still my Dad…"

"I see," Claude said pushing aside the door to Alois' room and laying him on the bed. "Shall I dress you for bed then?"

"…ugh…okay…" Alois said even though his shirt was already half off. Claude unbuttoned the only four buttons that were left and set it off to the side. He grabbed a night shirt from Alois' closet and had Alois lift his arms up. Claude pulled the shirt over top of him.

"So…you'll actually do anything I ask…" he said softly looking down at Claude as he started to untie his boots.

Claude straightened his glasses, "Of course."

"…that makes me happy…" Alois said smiling. Once Claude had finished he laid him down and covered him up with a blanket.

Claude whispered, "Goodnight."

Claude did not care about Alois. No more or less than he had any of his other souls that he had been contracted to in the past. How could he…this was just a normal part of a normal demon's decree. Find a human with a deep desire, form a contract, fulfill it, and…take his soul. That's how it had been for thousands of years. Had he known that he would one day desire the child's entire being, his body, his mind, his heart. Had he known this, he would have broken the contract and ended the child's existence at that very moment, though for now…this was like any other contract, with a master like any other as well…

When Paula, Elizabeth, and her mother arrived home, (due to her mother having drunk quite a bit at the get-together) her mother went straight upstairs to sleep. Thankfully, Lord Vincent had not told her mother about her and the boys sneaking off… She would actually get to sleep tonight.

Paula took Elizabeth to her room removing her coat.

"So…what do you say, I get rid your mother, and then you and I can get to work on the next goals on your list."

"No," Elizabeth said lying down on her bed as Paula untied and pulled off her shoes.

"I have to wait…"

"Wait?" Paula said softly. "Wait for what?"

"Until I'm seventeen. The Queen decreed some time ago that due to so many people having unjust ways in government and society, she denied children born to noble or even upper-class blood the luxury of being bequeathed their parent's fortunes automatically. She said the parents were to raise their children to the best of their abilities and then decree the day of their child's seventeenth birthday whether or not that child would get their fortunes. See, I am not guaranteed anything my mother owns…not even a dime. If she were to die tomorrow… I would be denied all of it…" Elizabeth said sitting up holding her hands above her head as Paula pulled her dress from overtop her head. "It is the same with Ciel, and Alois and all other children below the age of seventeen. We have to prove ourselves to our parents, and if they are pleased with us we will gain their affluences. If not…we will have nothing…"

She stood up turning so Paula could untie her corset.

"I don't understand, if your mother died tomorrow…you would get absolutely nothing…" Paula said. "Is there no way to ensure your inheritance?"

"No," Elizabeth said. "Sometimes… the family member who takes on the role of guardian after the parents death will be given the ability to bestow the fortune upon them at the age of seventeen as well…"

"So…you just have to deal with your mother until your seventeen then?" Paula said softly pulling her night dress on her.

"Yes," she said. "It shouldn't be too hard. I've survived two years already…"

Paula sat her down on the bed and brushed the curls from her hair before braiding it for the night. "Well, you need not worry little one. You have me now… and I will ensure it…"

Elizabeth climbed into bed and Paula pulled the covers up to her chin. She kissed Elizabeth's temple softly. "Goodnight, little one," she said smiling getting to her feet and leaving her room. She had to admit she adored her new little soul. So innocent. So pure. Though in the end, Elizabeth was just another soul, a tasty meal. How was she to know that this little girl would one day be the reason for her entire existence? She as demon could not understand the complexity of human love, but one day fairly soon, the closest a demon could come to feeling such emotions would overtake her very heart and she would feel something like…love for the first time in her life, and every bit would be directed to that girl lying asleep on the bed. Though for now…Elizabeth was just Elizabeth…her soul, her master…her meal…

Ciel gasped. The pain was echoing through every limb in his body, and knew just how pissed his father was as he had clearly doubled the dosage. He pulled at his binding futilely. He wasn't particularly trying to escape, but rather it was impulse to pull against bindings when in this much pain. It was actually Ciel himself who had suggested being tied up, as the first time Lord Vincent had given him this …punishment… Ciel had been in such and excruciating amount of pain that he had trashed his entire room. Having just been trained to be efficient, he had suggested the bindings to his father so that his actions would not cost him so much.

"Ugh!" he gasped feeling as though his muscles were on fire. "Nyah…ugh…"

He felt a hand touch his forehead softly running through his hair and he turned over staring up at Sebastian.

"Wha…what are…you…"

"For an architect to build a house, he must use a hammer. For a painter to create a masterpiece, he must use a brush. For a constable to maintain order, he must use his gun. The hammer, the brush, the gun. These are tools Bocchan. Something they must all use. So is the finished house any less the architects creation because he used the hammer? Is the painter's masterpiece any less his because he used the brush? Should the constable not be rewarded for maintaining order because he used his gun? Of course not."

"What are you…talking…ah…" he winced. Sebastian continued to run his fingers through Ciel's hair, and though Ciel would never have admitted it, he enjoyed the contact. It was such a nice change from…well…

Sebastian continued, "They used their tools to meet their goals. Bocchan, I am an implement. That is what I am. Your using me to the fullest of my abilities does not make you weak... Please…use me…with one command I can save you…"

"Ngh…no…" Ciel spat.

"Why Bocchan?" he asked.

"I won't…I can…do this myself… Get out…"

"At the very least, allow me to lesson this hurt. I can at least do that for you can't I?" Sebastian asked slipping one arm below his back, and the other held his head pulling him close.

He leaned down preparing to…

Ciel turned his head. "You belong to me… I own you… y…yes…?"

"Of course," Sebastian said smiling.

"Then Sebastian…" Ciel gasped wincing from the pain.

"Yes Bocchan?" Sebastian urged softly.

Ciel glared up at him… "This is…an order…"

"Yes Bocchan…"

"Get the hell out of my room."

Sebastian blinked. "What? Bocchan…"

Ciel was to the point now he was shaking in Sebastian's arm from the pain. "You heard me…Get…get out!"

"…" Sebastian sighed. "As you wish, Bocchan…"

He laid Ciel back onto his covers, where Ciel turned his face into his pillow, and Sebastian left the room closing the door behind him. _What a prideful child_, he found himself thinking as he turned to leave. Sebastian couldn't have known just what was building, and at the moment he felt nothing for Ciel besides the regular Demon master relationship. His next meal, his next soul. Nothing more… Had he known that one day the child would be his entire world, had he known that he would one day desire more from Ciel than just his soul, had he known that his demon heart could actually feel love (or at least something close to it)…the very thought might have scared him so profoundly he would have killed Ciel right then…if he had known…for now at least…Ciel was his master just as all those others had been…

How could he know…he was going to fall in love…and with a human no less…

...some first day this had turned out to be...

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