AN: Well I missed my deadline by two whole days and I'm shocked and saddened -sighs-. I meant to get this long and beautiful piece out for Oneshot number five, but alas, I've been hit with my worst nightmare. Severe, rampant, and unyielding writers block. Cry now. It took a lot for me to pump out this short little drabbly thing (and by that i mean this took me days when i should've taken me an hour). It's depressing v.v Lament with me. NOW. :[ On a lighter note, Spring Break was great for things other than writing and I'm sad its over. I took my placement test for the college i'm attending too, so that's done now. :] On with things you're more interested in now~ Also I have some bad news possibly that I will announce at the end of this!

Summary: So this is really REALLY short and very 'not to-the-point'. For those who have scoured my other work you'll probably look at this and easily liken it to Tragedy or Glass, as it is my typical drabbly oneshot style I use when I have nothing else to do. There's not much in the way of plot but I tried my best to make it nice to read. Take this as a sort of lapse of time where Seabstian takes off and leaves Ciel. Poor Ciel. ]: This one was a particuarly sadistic side of me that likes it when people try to rip out their eyeballs! lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. It belongs to Yana Toboso so don't get angry at me for Monoshitsuji!

!Warnings!: Well there's really nothing bad in here. There's some gore but it's net very vivid or anything, and the allusions to shota are vague to. So unless you're REALLY senstive to those subjects (which if you were I don't think you'd be reading this), you should be fine and dandy. :]

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"Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - William Shakespeare"

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It was worse than depression- black misery.

Ciel hated his right eye, which glowed like a flickering amethyst; glowering in the firelight that cast misshapen shadows across the velveteen walls that were draped with novel upon novel. Ciel hated them all, for the solace they refused to offer him now. He sat in desertion. Crimson occuli watching him with amusement as he raised his pale finger to his face, drawing them in a lengthy manner across his feature until they rested above his eye that he hated so.

And it burned.

Like the paper tossed into the fire; turned into a deep charcoal and eaten away by the hungry burst, which in its excitement cast out sparks of passion. Ciel tossed himself unto his butler, a meal to be devoured and savored, and in his excitement cast out his own sparks of impious passion.

He hated it. And he hated Sebastian. When his own life was to torture him, and his presence was unbearable. When his eye burned so fiercely Ciel wished to rip it from his skull, and Sebastian's cool laughter pierced the stagnant air. Sebastian's cool voice rang in the emptiness of Ciel's life and offered him a hollow love that was dark, and palpable. It was unique to them and only them; and it was excruciatingly passionate in its blaze which often prodded at Ciel's subconscious.

He hated it.

His petite fingers clawed at the pale skin around the lustrous lilac orb, drawing deep red circles across the alabaster surface. Ciel's face contorted and his jaw set in a scowl that was despondent and forlorn. When his fingertip finally drew across the glazed surface of lavender he jolted at the strange contact and his eye responded with an instantaneous flood of bitter tears. He whimpered briefly as the discomforted faded briefly before it arose again, even more furious and he dug his fingers into the surface further; earning himself another choked cry. As he felt the warm tears trail in veined patterns down his hand and face, he thought again about the raven-haired butler. The guttural noises rattling up through his dry throat, much like the one's he would make when Sebastian's cool hands had trailed across his heated flesh, as he clawed at the sensitive organ that filled him so much wretchedness. Much like how Sebastian's scorching presence filled him with that wretchedness; and they were one in the same. That eye that tied him to the ethereal and timeless; tied him to the one thing he felt he was still aware of as he finally removed his greedy fingers from the glistening orb; now goaded and glossy with a mixture of tears and tepid blood. 'You've ruined your pretty face, young master,' the licentious demon would say, in the coolest of manners that only made Ciel's resentment simmer with more fervor; made him want even more. He cried tears of blood.

The molten ruby pooled at his jaw line before dripping daintily down into his lap, and he thought of how Lizzy would cry if she saw him, sniveling and weeping at his dilapidated state. He watched the crimson soak into his coat in flawlessly formed droplets that mottled the muted fabric. Ciel greatly frightened himself; with his feeble and gauche connection with Sebastian. His commonality with the demon and himself that people seemed, to them both, to be so shallow, prattling, and rather impertinent in a general nature that never seemed to cease in reiterating itself. To enjoy the solitude of each other was the opulence they engrossed themselves in; doing their duties as Butler and Earl. Ciel would shake his head, and Sebastian would smile his delicate and polite smile. The politeness that seemed to never leave his visage until the evenings of tumultuous and passionate err would envelop him in a completely different veneer; gorging on clement porcelain skin with infinite hunger, letting it drip in darkness from his venomous grin. It was beautiful and feral; and it was human. It was marvelous and affable; and even more so believable.

He hated it.

Now feeling an utter relief at the defiance against the logic of their relationship, the reasoning that made him sick; he looked about the room, grinning madly in his repose.

And just like Ciel had wished; there he was, gazing with mild bemusement and a crooked smirk.

Sebastian shook his head, placing a gloved hand on Ciel's face with a tenderness that was contradictory to everything logical; contradictory and beautiful. The white fabric kind lapped up the mixture of salty crimson tears, leaving pale dried paths of rust across the insipid surface; Ciel laughed knowingly.

His voice came out quiet and muted amongst the crackling of the fire.

"I knew you'd come."

Well well well

Here comes the bad news:

Ten of Hearts may be put on temporary hiatus.

meaning; I may not be giving you the one or two updates a month like I have been. ( I think you've realized they've been getting less and less frequent). At least until I fall a little more back into the fandom. ]: So i'm sorry to all of you who are waiting for updates. It may just be a little more time in between or a lot. I can't tell you now but check my profile for updates.

Your reviews fuel me! :D

A quick side note before i go; Check out the new trailers for Monostitsuji/Kuroshitsuji II. (Idk the hell they're calling it now) I'm excited for it actually. I got over the initial shock of a second season a long time ago and I'm pumped. So for those of you whining about it: STFU.

Naw I love you all.

-Staacy