"Do you remember, Bocchan?"

His half gloved hand softly caressed the pale cheek of the adolescent. It seemed like eternity, and yet hardly any time passed as the two stared at each other. Ciel, staring in shock that he was touching him. Sebastian, staring merely to make Ciel uncomfortable. The gloved hand inched towards Ciel's lips, brushing against them upon arrival.

The adolescent tensed. He was nervous? Afraid? Any emotion that could be labeled pitiful was supposed to be foreign to Ciel Phantomhive. The thought that Sebastian could invoke such emotions in the stoic young man made him smile.

Sebastian was mocking him now. Ciel made the mistake of letting this stupid man see his fear, but no more! Pinning the older male with his coldest glare, he calmed his nerves. "Remember what?" He asked indignantly.

"That you would let me eat until I get full."

Leaning closer, Sebastian closed the distance between Ciel's mouth and his own. This kiss was nothing like the others. It was hot; burning a path to the pit of Ciel's stomach. Coaxing the other's lips with his tongue, Sebastian willed him to allow him passage into his mouth.

Ciel gasped at the pleasure that coursed through him, causing goose bumps to appear on his delicate complexion. Sebastian took his chance and entered his mouth. His tongue was granted the honor of tormenting Ciel with these sensations.

No! This wasn't right! They shouldn't be doing such things. Pushing at Sebastian's shoulders, Ciel broke the kiss. Turning his head quickly to the side, he hoped that he could put out this fire- the one that burned too brightly in Sebastian and scorned him. "Stop fooling around!"

"No, Bocchan. A man has nothing but his word..." Reaching forward, he caught Ciel's chin between his forefinger and thumb before turning the adolescent to face him. As Ciel's eyes grew with fear, his expression darkened with satisfaction. A victorious smirk threatened to curve his masculine lips as he continued. "Now there is no escaping me, My Lord..."

A Touch from Hell

Chapter 1

"Auntie Angelina!" Elizabeth Middleford called out as she entered into the Durless home. At thirteen, Elizabeth Middleford was a very pretty girl with promise of growing into a fine beauty. Her naturally blonde hair had been pulled into twin pigtails—the mass of curls falling evenly on either side of her head. Beneath childish bangs, two green orbs shined with anticipation as she waited for Ciel's Aunt to answer her. Her skin was fair, and without a single flaw. As if her beauty was too great, she was granted with a babyish smile that kept her appearance fresh and innocent. "Aunt Angelina!"

"Good morning, Lizzie." A graceful female voice echoed from the kitchen.

Following the path that she had memorized just a few years ago, Lizzie wandered from the foyer to the kitchen that was located at the rear of the house. It wasn't a long journey. Instead, it was rather complicated for Aunt Angelina's house was one floor, but very vast. Some hallways seemed to go on forever, while others seemed to end just after they began. A newcomer to the Durless home would be rather confused and could possibly get lost. Luckily, Lizzie didn't have to worry about such problems. Normally, Ciel would escort her from room to room, but she had grown tired of waiting on him and learned the house inside and out. She was even sure that she knew the house better than Ciel himself.

Peeking in the kitchen door, the young lady scanned the kitchen for Ciel's Aunt. The kitchen had been a common place for Angelina Durless. She would often sit beside the window and watch the rain fall or she'd sit in the sunroom, just beyond the kitchen, and look out at the garden. Aunt Angelina occasionally took a nap in a comfortable chair in the midst of her tea time. So it wasn't uncommon to find the older woman staring out the window, sipping on her morning cup of tea.

"Aunt Angelina, good morning." Lizzie greeted, as she walked into the room.

Ciel's Aunt smiled in return before answering the question that she knew was sure to come. "Ciel isn't home. You just missed him."

Pouting prettily, Lizzie sat down in the available chair across from the other female. "Aw. And I wanted to wish him a good day at school."

"I know. I tried to get him to wait, but he said something about wanting to avoid a meeting with the principal."

Lizzie wrinkled her nose. Why would Ciel want to do a thing like that? He was always sprouting nonsense about connections and knowing people. Why would he want to avoid the principal of a prestigious School such as Queen Victoria's Academy? It was rare for a special scholarship student to be accepted to that high school. And it was even rarer for a thirteen year old to attend there. He should have taken the opportunity to milk this situation and make nice with the principal. But then again, she wasn't attending that school yet, so she had no idea exactly what transpires there.

She shook her head, as if to shake off her unease about the way he left that morning and thought on the positive side. "Well, at least he won't be late today. I'll make sure to send him off tomorrow, Auntie. And I'll pack him a super cute lunch! Make sure he takes it, okay?"

"Alright." Aunt Angelina replied. Finishing off her morning tea, she placed her cup on the matching plate. Had Ciel taken a lunch with him today? She didn't remember him making one—not that her nephew could cook. And she doubted that he would remember to take a few dollars with him so that he could buy something. No. Ciel was responsible. He would have at least ten dollars on him at all times, wouldn't he? Never mind that. Smiling at the little blond across from her, Aunt Angelina made a suggestion. "Why don't I drive you to school on my way to work this morning?"

"Really? That would fantastic! Thank you, Auntie!" Lizzie sprung out of the chair. She clapped excitedly before taking off out of the room. "I'll wait for you at the car!" How lucky? Instead of having to walk the long way to school, she could catch a ride.

"I should have asked Aunt Angelina to drive me to school." Ciel Phantomhive sighed as he walked into the front door of Queen Victoria Academy for Secondary Education.

He had thought that he would have been safe from the principal if he arrive early. No dice. That molester caught on the street and offered him a ride. When Ciel refused, Principal Druitt began an overdramatic monologue. It started off about how cruel the world was, trapping such beauty and courage inside a young male. Then he began to advise him on the dangers of a child walking to school alone. Ciel wasn't exactly sure about half the things that the man was saying, but he knew that he was growing tired of his voice. So he gave in. He let the well known pervert drive him to school. The car ride consisted of nonstop praise towards his beauty and how it was unjust for it to be in a young boy. They arrived on campus just after Druitt finished his tirade about how someone should be punished for such crimes as boys who were prettier than girls.

Ciel managed to get out of the car before the rake asked him if he'd like to dress like a girl, or worse. Although it was a pretty obvious place to escape to, Ciel managed to get into the school and find his way to the freshmen hall way before Druitt could find him. He was getting tired just thinking about his morning so far.

Pushing his dark colored hair out of his face, he readjusted his eye patch before quickly covering it with his hair once again. He needed to find his class. According to the letter he received, he was in class 1-A. His homeroom teacher's name was Mr. Tanaka. A foreigner? Perhaps they were putting him into a foreign language based group. That wouldn't be a problem. He could handle whatever this school threw his way. But for right now, he needed to find his classroom.

"Class 1-A…"

"Hey Maylene, that's the guy that was in the text right?" a blonde older teen asked.

Removing her thick lenses, the red headed girl looked down the hallway at the short statured boy. He was young- around twelve or thirteen. His hair was a dull black, but it had certain elegance to it. His posture was impeccable. His uniform didn't have a single wrinkle. He did fit the personality of the young man in the text that they received. "Ciel Phantomhive. The new student. Yeah. I think that's him."

Bard removed his goggles from his eyes and lowered them until they hung around his neck. He watched silently as the freshmen wandered down the hall towards his classroom. So he was Ciel Phantomhive. The lucky scholarship student. There had been gossip circulating about him for the past week or so. Some said that he was a genius- a child who skipped right over junior high and came straight here. Others believed it was because he slept around with that faggoty principal. Perhaps his parents had endowed the school with a vast amount of money. In return, the school allowed their son to walk their halls. To tell the truth, none of those mattered. All Bard wanted was a new kid to push around and he had gotten some information on this one. So why not torment this kid for a while? He was the perfect candidate—small, but held power in the school because of his intelligence. If he could make that kid bow to him, all the other nerds in the school would. Then they'd end their chatter about him being an idiot.

"This is our chance!" He was confident now. Crossing his arms over his chest, he smiled at the attractive red haired woman beside him.

Maylene glanced at her friend curiously. It wasn't uncommon for Bard to have a random outburst, but he wasn't normally so confident in something. "What are you talking about?" She asked, tipping her head to the side.

"We're normally treated like idiots around here. Of course they fear us, but they don't respect us. But if we can manage to break that new scholarship student, then we can scare them into respecting us! I can just see it now, Maylene! We'll torment that brat and when he bows to us, everyone will go 'Ah!' in surprise!" To emphasize his words, Bard made the dumbfounded face that he expected everyone to make after his triumph. "And we will move up in social status in this school."

Maylene nodded. Bard had a point. Not to mention, that new kid was cute. If other girls found him to be like a doll, his popularity would grow. Girls would make a fan club and try to make him the king of the school. There was already a king of this school. They didn't need another one, or any competition. Any dedicated fan would take measures to make sure that Ciel would not destroy the King's popularity.

"Finny won't want to mess with him because he hasn't done anything. I don't care either way. I'm just along for the ride." Maylene replied, replacing her thick glasses upon the bridge of her nose. Turning on her heel, she walked down the hall towards the stair well, but half way to her destination she stopped. "By the way, Bard, don't overdo it. We don't need a big problem on our hands."

"Sure." Bard replied, giving her a thumb up with his signature grin.

Maylene did not turn around to receive the grin or thumbs up. Instead, she continued down the hall to the stair well. Bard shrugged and decided to head to class himself. He had to start plotting against the kid now. And he wanted to make sure that it was fun.

Ciel adjusted his backpack as he looked over the door to his classroom. Swallowing his nervousness, along with his other emotions, he opened the door to his classroom. Walking into the classroom, he made his way to the front of the class. As he suspected, all eyes were on him. Not allowing the sixteen pairs of eyes to unnerve him, he stopped and looked around the room. Surely the professor should have heard about him. And would tell him where to sit and begin class as if his presence was no big deal. Sadly, the teacher was nowhere to be found. Instead, all sixteen students were reading quietly to themselves. It was odd.

Turning to a random student, Ciel demanded to know where the professor was. "Where is Professor Tanaka?"

The meek student pointed to the front of the room. "He's the one on the desk."

Ciel's eyes followed the direction that the student had pointed in. Sitting on a desk at the front of the class room was a small old man. He sat on his knees, with his dark gray trousers tucked neatly beneath him. His gray hair had been slicked back from his wrinkled forehead. His eyes were closed happily, as he drank oolong tea from a little green cup.

"That's Professor Tanaka?" Ciel questioned, outraged. When his fellow classmates nodded, Ciel sighed. They must have had budget cuts. Or perhaps homeroom wasn't important. Taking an empty seat at the far end of the classroom, Ciel looked out the window. "Some school this is turning out to be."

The man who had been identified as Professor Tanaka took a sip of tea. "Ho ho ho."

So this was high school. It was nothing like what Ciel imagined it to be. But then again, he never imagined high school to be of any importance. It was just a stepping stone on the way to become a great man like his father. … Father. He hadn't thought of him a while. Perhaps he had been so busy that he couldn't even spare a moment for his deceased parents. What sort of child was he becoming? Someone who was simply ok with his parents dying? No! He wasn't. He was the type of person who held onto their hatred in order to move forward in the world. He was the sort of person who refused to live on without revenge. And that was what he wanted—revenge sweeter than any nectar. He would find the person who killed off his parents and give them twice the torture and pain that he was sure that they went through. But he couldn't do that as he was now. No. Now he was too weak; nothing more than a child playing 'adult'. But not for long. Soon, he would be one of the single strongest and most influential men in London. And then he would find that person. He would capture and torture that person without a single word. And then, whilst that person was grasping onto the thread of their life, Ciel would tell them why they had to go through such agony. Then he would kill that person in the same manner that person murdered his parents. Yes, that would be revenge sweeter than any nectar and much more satisfying than living a normal life. He would not dare to believe that he could live normally after such a thing. No, he would turn himself into the police and allow them to punish him however they saw fit. He wouldn't care. He had already served his purpose in life.

Ring

Class was over already? It seemed like it just began. But then again, it wasn't as if he was going to learn anything. The old man, that was supposedly Mr. Tanaka, had only sat on his desk and drank his tea as if he had not a care in the world—or a class that needed to be taught!

Oh well. It wasn't as if Ciel could complain. He wasn't paying any attention anyway. Which class was next? British Literature? It was taught by a Mr. Sutcliffe? Perhaps he would receive a competent advisor this time. Anyone had to be better than Mr. Tanaka.

Maylene adjusted the heavy books in her arm as she headed down the hallway. Why did this always happen to her? A teacher would find her in the hallway, and ask her to do some sort of chore. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do, but who liked doing chores? And would the teachers ask her to do them when they knew she wasn't hand-eye coordinated. Everything ended up a mess. She was actually surprised that she had yet to drop the books yet.

Turning to go down the stairwell, Maylene sighed. Once she dropped off the books in the library, she would be all set. Her foot missed a step. Unbalanced, Maylene was sent flying forward, the books and papers flying through the air – soon to become a mess. Or was it? Capturing the books and loose paper in one hand, a dark young man caught the falling Maylene in the other.

Stunned, Maylene looked up at her savior. Ah! It was him. He was always around when she needed saving. Such a dashing gentleman—something so rare now a days. He was more than a rare gentleman. He was a rare gem—something that was priceless a pleasure for the eyes to see. One that could ignite sexual desires in any person and yet ever attempted to seduce a soul. When they made the phrase—tall, dark and handsome—they were referring to him. And those eyes! His eyes were the oddest color—a deep red. Weren't red eyes paired with Albinos? Then why did this fair skinned male with styled dark hair have them? He was quite rare, indeed. And she loved him. She had loved him since the day they met, but she had always adored him from afar. And now! Now, he was so close to her—touching the small of her back to keep her from falling. Her cheek , pressed softly against the front of his jacket, grew hot. It was too much! He was too close! It was too sudden, but she dared not ruin this moment. Gazing up, she stared at her darling nervously."S-s-s-s-"

Moving his arm-warmer clad hand to his lips, he ordered Maylene to be quiet. "Shhh."

Placing her in an upright position at the bottom of the stairs, he handed her the books and paperwork in a neat order. Once Maylene had a firm grasp on everything, the dark young man smiled and leaned in closer to her. Cupping his hand around his mouth, he whispered to her. "Make sure that he comes to me. Make his life hell for me, Maylene." And with that, the dark young man ascended the stairs to the upper classmen hallway.

He said her name! He remembered her name! And he said her name. She was so lucky; so luck that she could just faint. So she did. Dropping the paperwork and books, she fell on the floor and fainted—a happy smile complimenting the blush on her face.

So her darling wanted her to make Ciel's life hell. That wouldn't be a problem at all. In fact, she would start that very moment. Bard wanted someone to pick on, didn't he? Knowing him, he would contemplate how to approach Ciel. If she didn't help, Bard would graduate before harassing the boy. Sometimes he was so useless. But at a time like this, she couldn't allow him to go unused. So as she stood up, Maylene allowed her thoughts to race in her head until a plan was formulated. Simple enough for Bardroy and yet twisted enough to conceal her darling's identity. Perfect.

Her smile deepened as she gathered up the pieces of fallen paper and the books. She would be praised greatly if this worked out. It would be nice if Ciel enjoyed his first day at this school because as of tomorrow, school would be a place worse than hell.

"The story of Hamlet is not one to be tarnished by poor acting or lazy movements! No! It is a story of vengeance; a story of sorrow; a story of betrayal. Not-to-become-rubbish-because-of… BAD ACTING~!" Mr. Sutcliffe sang to the class as he pranced around the room. Ciel had come to the conclusion that Mr. Grell Sutcliffe was a flamboyant actor who wanted nothing more than to be an actress. Proof was in the way that the man dress. If his favorite color wasn't red, he couldn't tell. A red jacket, red glasses, red hair, red shoes, and a red tie—each separated with spices of black here and there. His lengthy red hair had been brushed until it shined and was styled in a feminine hair do. But it was not just his hair that was feminine. Mr. Sutcliffe walked, talked, smiled and laughed like a woman—something that he had presented to the class within moments of starting their lecture.

This was supposed to be British Literature. Although the topic did fit the nature of the class, it just didn't work for Ciel. If the story of Hamlet was supposed to be one of Shakespeare's tragedies, then why was Mr. Sutcliffe so happy to talk about it? That last observation was compromised by Ciel's dislike of the story. He had always hated the moral of Hamlet. Hamlet sought revenge for the death of his father. And in the end, it was for nothing. Yes, his father was avenged, but at the cost of his mother and the woman that he loved. So the moral was that revenge only begot revenge and innocent people are hurt. That was untrue. Revenge was a being of its own—over taking certain attributes of people when one would let it. It was a parasite—feeding off of its owner until it took over completely—only leaving when it feel as if it should.

"Are you with us, Mr. Phantomhive?"

Ciel glanced from the window to the red haired man at the front of the classroom. What should he answer? He had always been one for the truth, but he could never tell what sort of creature this flamboyant teacher was. If he said no, then he was sure that the teacher would make an over dramatized scene about it and Ciel would be thoroughly embarrassed. If he said yes, there was always the chance that Mr. Sutcliff would ask Ciel to repeat what he previously said. Then Ciel would end up with the over dramatized scene anyway. Either way, he was screwed. So why not test his luck? "Yes, I'm all ears."

"AH! Marvelous! So as I was saying-"

That was it? He was off the hook? He smiled softly to himself and continued to look out of the window. It seemed that he was just going to this school to waste time. If that was the case, he would just taking after school lessons or get a tutor in order to actually learn. Graduating from a prestigious school was enough to get him into a great college and then he could work hard from there. Perhaps history with Mr. Spears would actually benefit him. Or maybe the teacher would be another random professor. Either way, he didn't care.

He'd just prefer if the day came to an end. He wasn't learning anything here and he was sure that he could get more done if he was studying in his room at home. Aunt Angelina would probably have tea ready. Ah. A good tea would hit the spot right about now. He was hungry and he had forgotten his lunch at home. Did he have enough for lunch?

Checking his pockets, he realized that he didn't even have his wallet. He'd never put such an important item in his book bag. Which mean that he had no money for lunch either. Ah. This day needed to come to an end and quickly.

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