Small, shallow and quick breaths, accompanied by the rhythmic grunts and moans of another. Large aged hands that grabbed hungrily at soft, pale and once perfect skin now tainted with forbidden acts of what was supposed to be "Love."
That's what he had called it. How foolish it was for him to believe such words. There was no such thing as love. Not in this world where people suffered such horrid and unbelievable fates. This place which was filled with darkness and evil, that which tormented his very being. The same evil that took Luca, the only person he had ever truly cared for and had once instilled the hope that perhaps love did exist in that tiny unselfish body that always gave, but never took.
Alois shuddered as he felt the release of old man above him, his body shaking with disgust and the efforts of his own involuntary orgasm. The man pulled out of him slowly and got off, patting the boys head and trailing his hand down to affectionately caress his cheek.
"You're a precious boy Jim," he spoke, his voice raspy with age, "don't you ever forget that."
Alois smiled even though it did not reach his eyes; cold and empty. He bought it though, dressed himself in a house coat and left the room leaving him in the dark once more. Would this pain and suffering never end? He was scared of what would come next. Surely it could not get worse.
He was wrong of course. Not long after the man had returned, this time hungrier than the last. His touches were full of need and lust; his thrusts violent. It hurt so much more. The pain nearly unbearable. He knew he was bleeding. He could feel it as it ran down his bottom, helping to aid in lubrication. No more, please no more! He pleaded silently. Tight hands gripped his hips as if answering to him, there will be more, much more. He closed his eyes tightly holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Then, suddenly it all ended. He pulled out and left again.
It was so dark and cold. Alois moved himself crying out in pain with the effort. Laying beneath the covers he could feel the man's cum mixing with his own blood, a sticky unwanted mess staining the sheets below him. He shivered. Whether it was from the cold or fear he didn't know. The dark was a scary place where people hurt him and left him alone to deal with the demons that came afterwords.
"Luca..." he whispered to himself, finally letting the tears fall. "Why did you have to leave me?"
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A small child sat in the back seat of a car, it's destination: the local middle school. He was clearly unhappy. His brow furrowed slightly causing creases, and his mouth a straight line. Only one of his eyes was visible, but it alone held enough malice for two.
"Please try to cheer up Young Master. It won't be as painful as you think."
"Tch. Shut up and drive Sebastian." It was his only response. He looked at the boy in the rear view mirror.
"This is what you Aunt wanted. Please try to be a little more optimistic." he could feel the boys eyes on him, boring into the back of his head.
"I said drive."
The bell rang signaling the start of of the school day. Children filed into their classes like good little boys and girls each eager to start a new day. All but one. With the halls empty and nobody around, Alois came out from the hallway closet. He looked around. Nothing. He smiled giggling to himself giddily as he did his own short little dance. He hated school. It wasn't fun. The kids were mean and the teachers were always punishing him. Everybody looked at him with judging eyes. It wasn't fair.
Looking around once more just to be sure, Alois left the main building and headed into the courtyard. He walked through the grass, morning dew sticking to his black converse as he made a bee line to the office building. Once inside he walked up to the counter leaning over it just enough to invade the personal space of the attendant.
"Good morning Maria." he chirped happily, "How are you?" She continued with her work only sparing Alois a small glance of annoyance.
"Fine."
Putting on his best pouty face he leaned in a little closer."Can I have a dollar? Please?" He could smell her breath as the minty scent washed over him.
"Shouldn't you be in class and not hounding me for money?"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Sebastian led the young boy inside the main office building. He watched as he reluctantly did as he was supposed to, clutching onto the straps of his back pack with anxiety.
"Do relax Young master, it is only school after all. It's nothing new." still walking the boy was about to retort until something or someone rather caught his attention.
"Good morning Maria. How are you?" a boy sang in a sing song voice leaning over the counter. He noted the impossibly short shorts he was wearing, perhaps he was mistaken.
"Fine." came the curt reply. She seemed uninterested in the child ignoring him as if it were a daily occurrence. His eye widened in astonishment as the boy leaned further over revealing the underside of his bottom, to far for him to be wearing underwear.
"Can I have a dollar? Please?"
"Shouldn't you be in class not hounding me for money?"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Sebastian clearly thinking the same as he was cleared his throat. Alois slid down off the counter and turned around. A tall man dressed nicely in a black tail coat and a young boy stood before him.
"Excuse us ma'am," he said warmly, "we're here for his schedule."
"Oh, of course!" Alois watched as she bustled around, a blush staining her cheeks as she hurried to find him what he needed. Choosing to ignore the two he turned around to look at the boy. He was definitely small. A good head shorter than he was. His frame was small too, he had little build and it didn't distract from the almost frail appearance. In spite of it all though what caught his attention the most were his eyes. The one visible was an extraordinary shade of blue, they were like deep cerulean sapphires that stared back into his own blue crystals. The other was covered with a sort of eye patch accompanied by the covering of his charcoal blue hair. Such a unique person.
"Ah, here you are Mr...Ciel Phantomhive."
Ciel Phantomhive...?
"Thank you." he grabbed the piece of paper glancing at it before leaving. Alois watched as they left, probably headed to his first hour class. Ciel Phantomhive, he'd have to remember that. He turned back to the woman behind him.
"How about that dollar?"
"Here." she handed it to him. Her eyes held a dreamy look. He turned on his heal and walked a ways down the hall to the vending machine. He pressed the buttons that would give him his beloved M&M's and grabbed them.
"Ciel Phantomhive..." he whispered to himself.
Ta-da! This is my second Kuroshitsuji fanfic so if they're a little out of character that's why. Any idea's and criticism is welcome. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to happen next so if I get enough reviews I may be tempted to update later today. cough, cough. Just kidding, I hope you like the story so far though. Btw, the title of this story is inspired by Alois' theme. Look it up, it's good!