TotalAmuto- Hey guys :D
Ciel- I'm surprised some of you guys are still reading this...this author has an inability to update T.T Without cutewitch1, the chances of her updating are zero. Yup.
Sebastian- I agree, and this chapter is also dedicated to ulqui's-girl , who always reviews.
TotalAmuto- Btw, I think I'm gonna have a system now. Each review will be 150 words, and then the chapter will be at LEAST the amount of the reviews!

Tattoos and Magicians

I'm bored, Ciel thought as he cleaned the railings by the stairs with a wet cloth. Isn't it supposed to be exciting while living with a demon? Aren't other demons and supernatural beings supposed to appear? Ciel asked himself, thinking about a book he'd found in the library. It was about a boy who also had a demon, but he was the one who ordered the demon around. Another demon fought for him too, but failed miserably. He let out a small smirk, remembering the ending. It disappeared as soon as it appeared, though. "Happy endings" were too rare in the real world, and Ciel acknowledged that.

After he was done cleaning the railing, which was the last thing left to do on his list of chores, Ciel retired into the room he shared with Sebastian. The demon had left for the factory to finalize the production of the "Michaelis Cube" that Ciel designed. The toy was simple, actually. It was a cube with nine small squares on each side. Each side was a different color, but the squares could be scrambled. The objective was to match all the squares that were the same color on one side, so that each side's squares were the same color. Pure genius, Ciel complimented himself.

Jumping on the bed, Ciel laid on his stomach and hung his head over the edge of the mattress. He reached under the bed and pulled out the scrying glass. He already learned about vampires, ghouls, and werewolves.Vampires and werewolves, they're like people aren't they? Just different when it comes to some looks and diets. In fact, you would never know what they were just by glancing at them. Magicians look like humans too, Ciel thought, looking at his scrying glass.

"Show me the history of magicians," he ordered. Ciel's reflection on the mirror rippled and another image appeared. A television-like video, but with color, started(1). A female voice started speaking, narrating the history.

"Magicians have been in the universe since before planet Earth was formed. Like demons and angels, they had their own dimension in the universe."

The image showed a large, white castle that stretched up to the clouds. Outside the castle was a town, and people dressed in white robes with golden linings were walking around. Children were holding staffs, but adults held nothing, and the amount of children was small compared to the adults.

"The magicians had many kings, but the one that was most memorable was a king named Kresimir. Kresimir ruled for a short three hundred years before he died, but his ruling helped his kingdom prosper, so his death was tragic."

"Three hundred years?" Ciel asked. As if hearing his question, the voice continued speaking.

"Unlike humans now, magicians are immortal, and their appearances freeze at a certain ages. So how did a strong, immortal king like Kresimir fall so easily? Kresimir's wife, Queen Zaria, had given birth to twins. In the magical world, since magicians were immortal, conceiving children was difficult."

The image showed a man that looked like he was in his twenties, with a dark haired woman, holding two infants. The infants were identical, excluding the hair colors. The couple looked ecstatic at their children, but suddenly, the bright image started dimming.

"However, only one child could become king. The younger twin, Stalin, thought that his older brother, Vektor, would succeed the throne. However, Vektor felt as if Stalin would. So as the two grew up, they competed constantly over everything to illustrate their powers. One day, tired of the king who was hesitating in choosing the heir to the throne, they banded together, and slaughtered him."

The twins, who looked no older then seventeen, appeared on the glass. They approached the king, who smiled at them and said some sort of greeting. However, the power-hungry sons ignored him. Both boys raised their hands, and rays of light shot out, aimed at the king. Kresimir's eyes widened and he looked like he was defending himself with shield of some sort, but the power of the two princes shattered through. Ciel closed his eyes as he heard a loud splatter from the glass.

"After the king was killed, both boys split the kingdom apart. Half the people in the kingdom followed Stalin, and the other half followed Vektor. A handful didn't want to follow either, so they descended to Earth, merging in with the humans. Within time, many magicians stopped practicing magic and mated with humans. Their magic slowly faded with time, but some still have a small amount of magic, leading to people such as fortune tellers."

An image appeared where there were two large groups of people facing each other. Each side had had a flag, and it looked like they were on a battle field. Each side had an intricate design on their flag. The two groups were holding staffs and snarling at each other. However, a tiny group was between the two groups, and they looked like they were leaving the scene.

"The two new kings fought with each other for centuries. Right now, they each have a heir who carries their country's sign somewhere on their body to represent themselves as royalty."

The images on the glass disappeared and Ciel placed the glass down on the bed and got up. It was enough learning for the day, and he needed to take a bath before Sebastian got back. Otherwise, the man might try taking one with him again.

Ciel jumped off of the bed and walked to his drawer. Opening the drawer, he grabbed a clean shirt along with undergarments and walked into the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it.

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Sebastian opened the door to his room and let the stress from his body escape. What he needed now was a bath. He gazed around, noticing that Ciel was already in the bathroom. He strode over to the bathroom door and jiggled the knob. It was locked.

"Ciel, let me in too," he said teasingly, through the door.

"NO!" came the shrill reply.

Sebastian let out a sigh. "Fine. I work my ass off all day, just to come home and be denied relaxation from my servant. One who really should be thinking of the well being of his master first."

However, Ciel didn't reply. It seemed he didn't pity the demon at all.

Sebastian chuckled as he decided to just wait for the boy to finish. He walked over to the bed and saw the scrying glass he gave Ciel. He picked it up.

"Show me what you most recently showed," Sebastian ordered. It had become a habit for him to look at what Ciel searched on the scrying glass. Before, he never cared about other "supernatural" beings, but he knew it wouldn't hurt learning more about them. It could become useful in the future as well.

Sebastian watched through the footage shown, and noted that the history in the magical kingdom was actually interesting. It wasn't like the werewolves footage, where one day a human just managed to mate with a wolf out of nowhere. The history of magicians was remarkable.

When the footage was about to end though, something caught Sebastian's eye. "Pause," he commanded. The image froze in place and Sebastian gazed at it. "Zoom in on the flag that the group on the right is holding."

The scrying glass zoomed in, and on the flag, there was a symbol. It was a circle with a strange design inside. It looked like swirls, but it also looked like a strange tribal sign. Sebastian frowned. Why does it look so familiar? He memorized the image and saved it in his mind for later. "Continue," he said.

The footage continued, but as it finished, something else caught Sebastian's attention.

"Right now, they each have a heir who carries their country's sign somewhere on their body to represent themselves as royalty."

The strange mark could only have been seen on someone's body.

At that exact moment, Sebastian heard the bathroom door open, and he placed the glass down. Ciel walked out of the bathroom, and Sebastian immediately remembered something. Ciel has a tattoo on his body, he recalled. However, Sebastian knew that he had placed the contract mark on Ciel when he was a baby, and he had human parents. "But that was after his birth," a voice in his mind pointed out.

"Ciel never showed signs of magic powers though, and he saw this footage too, shouldn't he have noticed?" he argued back.

"What's wrong?"

Ciel's voice cut through Sebastian's thoughts, and the man decided to research later. "Nothing," Sebastian murmured to Ciel. The boy frowned, but took the answer.

"You can go take a bath now," Ciel said, climbing onto the bed. The boy smelled fresh.

"Okay," Sebastian replied. He got his night shirt and pants. Maybe he could ask Ciel later. Ask him about the tattoo's origins, he told himself, he could be useful aside from being a servant.

?D:

Ciel watched Sebastian go into the bathroom and frowned. The other man seemed disturbed; he wanted to pry out information, but then again, it wasn't his business now, was it?

Bored, Ciel walked over to the window. It was late spring and the room was a bit stuffy. He opened the window up and stuck his head out, inhaling deeply.

The air smelled fresh, and it felt cool. He gazed outside, and saw stars splashed over the night sky. Living away from the town really did make a difference. The air was cleaner, there was less pollution, and stars could be seen perfectly. Thinking back on the town, Ciel remembered Joker. I wonder how he's doing…

He stared out at the sky, thinking of his friend. His thoughts then moved on to those from the past. I bet my failure-parents are doing fine without me. Those that they sold me to are probably doing fine as well. Shouldn't there be karma? he thought venomously. Suddenly, arms snaked around his waist, and Ciel found himself in a warm hug.

"Are you feeling alright?" Ciel felt Sebastian murmur into his ear.

"I'm fine," Ciel replied. Why is he being so nice? he thought to himself.

Ciel saw a grin appear on Sebastian's face as he let go of his waist and slid up next to him by the window.

"Ciel," Sebastian started, "Did anyone ever tell you that you looked like your parents?"

Ciel frowned at the sudden question. "Sometimes. I've been told that I had my mother's eyes and my father's hair. Why?"

Sebastian's grin stayed pasted on his face, but he ignored Ciel and continued staring outside. "It's nice outside tonight. Let's take a walk outside in the garden."

"We just washed up!" Ciel scolded. The thought of getting dirty again ticked him off.

"It's not hot outside tonight, we can relax. Talk. Get to know each other more," Sebastian smiled. The smile looked genuine, and Ciel didn't know if he had the heart to reject him. It was just a walk, nothing bad.

He huffed, "Fine, let's go." He grabbed a pair of shorts, his shoes, and a jacket. He slipped on his shorts and stepped into his shoes while slipping on his jacket. Sebastian was already dressed by the time Ciel looked up.

"Come on."

Ciel followed behind Sebastian as they walked down a stairway that was on the end of the hall. The stairway led to a hallway on the ground floor. Sebastian opened the door to the garden and allowed Ciel to step past him.

The younger male stepped into the garden and soaked in the sight in front of him. The garden looked completely different when it was bathed in moonlight instead of the sun. Soft light shone down on the plants and the gondola. The image looked peaceful and breathtaking.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sebastian's voice murmured behind him.

Ciel just nodded for the lack of words to say. It didn't matter either way though; Sebastian understood.

The older man tilted Ciel's head to the side and kissed his lips softly. His lips melded perfectly onto Ciel's and the boy swore he could hear his heart beating. Usually, Ciel would have pulled away, but he felt…loved.

Sebastian pulled away after a few seconds and moved down to Ciel's neck. He placed another kiss there and Ciel's breath hitched.

"S-Sebastian," Ciel breathed out.

The demon let out a soft, "Hmm?" and slid part of Ciel's jacket and shirt down his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the child's torso and latched onto his neck. He gently nipped the area for a while, causing Ciel to let out a soft moan.

The motions stopped when Ciel heard Sebastian let out a gasp. He turned around and asked dazedly, "What's wrong?"

'RETRYINGTOREADWHATIWROTE

Sebastian forced look of surprise on his face and grasped Ciel's right shoulder, "How did you get this?" Mission accomplished.

Ciel looked confused for a moment, but the look disappeared when Sebastian touched the tattoo. "Oh, my parents said it was a birthmark. It's too bad I can't see the whole thing though," Ciel said nonchalantly.

So that's why he couldn't connect the dots, Sebastian thought, thinking of Ciel's new heritage. I never thought there would be a day where I contracted with a magician…who's the heir of an entire kingdom. I knew there was something about this child that caught my eye.

Sebastian silently laughed to himself, but his appearance only showed a caring smile. "It getting cooler, let's get inside. Maybe we can go out another night," he said soothingly.

Ciel nodded, not questioning the oddity of walking outside for a short few minutes, and going back inside. It was as if he was under Sebastian's spell.

The pair walked back into Sebastian's room and Ciel got out of the shorts, shoes, and his jacket. However, Sebastian didn't change and Ciel stared at him questioningly as he climbed onto the bed.

"I need to go finish some business; I'll be back in bed later," Sebastian said to Ciel. It wasn't a lie after all.

"Oh," was the reply.

"It won't take too long, I promise. Just go to bed," Sebastian said, as if comforting a small child, or a lover. Hah.

He shut the door behind him and left the child inside. Sebastian felt a small clench in his chest. Was it guilt? No, there's nothing to feel bad about. I didn't tell him any lies, he told himself, trying to calm his conscience. Do demons even have consciences?

Trying to block out the mess of thoughts in his head, Sebastian inhaled deeply and exhaled. A cool smile appeared on his face as he strolled into the library to get an extra scrying glass. He didn't remember the reason that he got multiple scrying glasses in the first place, but it didn't matter. It was useful in the end anyway. That's right. All that matters is that something is useful to me. It doesn't matter who gets hurt as long as I get the better end of the deal, Sebastian confirmed.

The game was just beginning.

Bonus Story 2(I changed it around. Now it'll be whatever random prompt is in my head...that I might turn into a story depending on the popularity xD)

Screams echoed throughout the hallway outside an office door. A bulgy man, who looked as if he was in his forties, trembled slightly, praying for everything to turn out alright. His black suit was covered with sweat and he felt his heart drop as the screams grew closer and closer.

"Don't hesitate! He's a number!" A voice yelled outside the door. Sounds of multiple gunshots rang out and everything went silent. There was no noise from the men outside, and this caused the trembling man to shake harder. He gripped the armrests on his chair harder, staring at the closed doors, waiting…

"Where are you looking?"

The man turned around to find a young boy standing next to him. The child was wearing a black general suit along with a hat. He had cold blue eyes that seemed to be calculating his every move. The boy's gold revolver was pointed straight to his head.

"H-how did you-"

But before the man could finish asking his question, the doors to his office burst open and his most trusted advisor ran in, looking behind him in worry.

"Mr. Veriluz! You have to leave, he's here-'' the advisor stopped his sentence once he saw the boy next to Mr. Veriluz though, and at the same moment, the boy shot the advisor in the leg, causing the man to let out a scream.

"I'd like to speak to your boss alone, why don't you take a seat outside?" The child asked indifferently.

Mr. Veriluz felt his heart drop. His bodyguard. His soldiers. All annihilated. "W-who are you?" he yelled.

"Tanatos Number 5," the boy paused seeing the man's eyes widen, his eyes dancing with amusement, "Ciel Phantomhive."

"Tanatos? N-Number five in the hitman guild," the man yelled, "this shitty little brat is-"

A shot echoed throughout the office.

Blood splattered all over the desk in front of the man as he groaned in agony, clutching the spot where his right ear was before. Ciel blew the smoke from his gun away and smiled cruelly, "Your hearing seemed poor, so I improved it for you." However his smile disappeared instantly, "Now listen well you pig," Ciel started, "I may be a brat, but don't forget. Your life is in my hands right now."

Feeling panicked, the man started sputtering, "Please! I'll pay you whatever they pay you! NO! As much as you want! D-don't kill me!"

Ciel showed a sweet smile, as if considering the thought. His smile turned into a smirk as he opened his lips. "What a cheap way of seducing me," he breathed, leaning down to whisper into the man's remaining ear, "Try using sweeter words."

Crack

TotalAmuto- This is actually a manga, any guesses? :)
Ciel- And thanks Shadow's Obsession for beta-ing ^^ In fact, after the beta-ing...an extra hundred words were added in O.o