Note: I officially give up on The Superstar & I. No reviews, no new favs or follows, no anything for the second chapter. I just completely lost confidence in that story. So I'm writing a new story now. This story is based off of the song, Prisoner by Len Kagamine. It will be written in Sebastian's POV.

The italics are the lyrics of the song, besides the letter, of course.

Warnings: OOC, unbetaed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song, Prisoner by Len Kagamine or the characters of Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji by Yana Toboso. All rights go to their rightful owners.

In some time, at one place

One prisoner fell for a boy

Through barracks

Heartrending, heartrending.

I sat there, the dry, prickly grass scratching my legs and thighs. My skin was marked with burning red welts and smudges of dirt, as my messy hair stuck to my neck as the sun beat down on me, precipitation on my skin.

Yes.

I, Sebastian Michaelis, am a prisoner stuck in the deepest depths of Hell itself. There was no light for me in this world. I simply awaited for my end to come. Even death was better than living this Hell hole.

Our thirty minutes outside everyday was something I had always detested. The sun was too bright and it burned my eyes, and the way it made me sweat profusely made me feel uncomfortable and even more revolting than I already am.

At least, that's what I used to think.

A small crunch of a branch from outside of the barracks caught my attention. That's when I saw him. A slender frame with a set of endless sapphire blue hues, his hair a beautiful dark color that contrasted with his pale white skin. His lovely eyelashes long and feminine, his lips a rosy pink. His small hips swayed a bit as he walked in a carefree manner. The childish innocence he possessed entranced me and I found that I could not look away.

He was walking towards me, a white umbrella in his hands, protecting him from the heat of the sun. Our eyes locked together as he came closer to the wall that separated us, and I lifted my head to take in the sight of this breathtaking moment.

He stopped in front of the barrier that I could not escape from, and this time, I could see clearly just how amazing his sapphire eyes were. An endless sea of blue. He did not say a word; simply stared at my pitiful state, examining me. I returned the stare, eager to lose myself in this boy's wonderful blue orbs. His hair was covering a part of his right eye, but that only made him look more attractive.

I wanted to ask him something, to ask him if he was afraid of me. In the state that I was in, I was almost terrified he would think I was someone not worth talking to. After all, I was a prisoner, nothing but a scrap of human junk with no place to stay except for this wretched place.

As I opened my mouth to speak, one of the guards blew their whistle, signaling that it was time to go back inside. My thirty minutes were up.

I cursed under my breath at how much little time I had. A guard pulled me up to my feet and dragged me away from the barracks by my arm. Away from the beautiful male. His eyes were following my figure as I was dragged into the dark building. I thought I saw an expression on his face before I completely disappeared from his sight. Maybe it was simply my imagination, but I could have sworn that it was the look of concern.

I was thrown harshly into the cell, my hipbone hitting the hard, dirty floor. I grunted in pain and hissed angrily at the guard before sitting up and thinking of him, leaning my back against the cold wall.

Who was that boy? Why was he there?

It did not matter why. As long as I can see him again, I am content. My heart warmed when I thought about being able to see him. That boy, I decided, was my Heaven of this Hell. Just by standing there and watching me, I felt a bit happier. It was odd, but it was true. I was unsure of my feelings for this mysterious beauty, but just by remembering his sapphire eyes, I long to reach out to touch him. Was his skin as soft as it looked?

Maybe he'll be there again tomorrow.

Taken of all my freedom, I was having dark days of persecution.

Between you and dirty me,

Big difference, big difference.

One day I wrote a letter, and folded it into a paper plane.

Praying that it'd reach you through the barracks.

Fly away, fly away.

I had asked the damnable man on guard for a pencil and a piece of paper. He asked me why I needed useless items.

I lied and told him I was bored and the least he could do was give me something to do, like drawing. He had exploded with laughter with my explanation, but he had agreed and threw a pack of dirty paper and a small pencil towards me while saying with a sneer, "I hope you enjoy your life drawing until you die."

I wanted to punch the man in the face, but I had calmed myself down when an image of him, my Heaven, flashed through my mind. I wanted to write a letter to him.

As I laid my body out on the ground, I took the pencil and a piece of paper and began to write my feelings towards him.

Hello,

I had put as a simply greeting, for I had no knowledge of this boy's name.

I saw you yesterday, in the world of the outside. Forgive me for being so straight forward, but your slate colored hair intrigues me. The way the small breeze makes your hair flow in the wind is an enchanting sight. Your rosy pink lips look like they were made of the finest color of roses, and your sapphire blue eyes are like the infinity of the sky above us. You have caught my interest. And although I am just a disgusting piece of filth compared to you, I can only hope you will respond to my selfish wish of seeing you again everyday.

Yours Truly

I read over my letter and nodded to myself. This was perfect. Now, I will have to wait until the morrow to send this letter to him.

Soon after, I began to nod off to sleep, the letter in my hand, as I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness.

_-_-_Prisoner_-_-_

It was finally time to go back outside. My heart was racing quickly with anticipation as the men let us out today. Usually, I would have groaned and complained about being outside. But today was different. I had raced out of the doors as soon as they were opened and ran out into the open. My eyes focused on the outside of the barriers.

He was there, staring at me.

I looked down at the letter in my hands and hastily folded it into a paper plane. And I threw it over the top of the high barracks, it went fluttering down to him, on the other side.

Ah, if only I could be free.

He eyed the paper plane as it landed on the ground in front of his feet, then he looked up back at me, a questioning look on his face. I simply smiled, hoping that I did not look too disgusting, and nodded at the paper.

He hesitantly lowered himself down to the ground and picked up my letter with one hand, his other hand holding the same umbrella from yesterday. The boy kept glancing at me as he began opening it, unfolding it carefully.

He looked as angelic as I had seen him before. He was brighter than the sun and the moon together as his eyes went from left to right, reading my words, my feelings.

I wondered for a moment if my writing was too cheesy, or if it had made him feel disgusted with me. My fear only became worse as he finally looked up from the paper and smiled at me, then turned around, and walked away.

He walked away.

But...even so, his smile was soft and gentle. It made my heart flutter at the sight, but it was quickly gone when I remembered the way he left me standing there, without giving me any kind of response.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken it too far...

Ah, able to get away...

from here someday...

it's a lie...

I know it.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it. Will you readers please review? Follow? Favorite? That's make my world a bit brighter, and it'd make my self confidence in my stories higher. Since it's been crushed because of the results of my last story...so yeah. Thank you for reading, please, please, please review. Thanks.

Signed, M.S.