Fanfiction: "Mirror Mirror" - Alois/Ciel
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Characters: Alois Trancy(Jim Machen), Ciel Phantomhive
Rating: PG
Warnings: WTF-ish ness, OOC, and lack of character development
Summary: There was a mirror in the basement...
Mirror Mirror
It was on nights like these that Alois liked to make the journey downstairs. Nights where everything was too quiet and he needed a cloister to think. Some room to breathe. Through the darkened hallways of the manor he journeyed. Past the talon like shadows that threaten to capture him. Past the empty corridors where the ghosts of family members that once lived, reside. Through the door to the ground level study. To his grand bookcase.
Carefully he selects a heavy leather bound book, and just slightly tilts it foward. Instantly the sound of locks prying apart and gears turning resound through the room. The sound of dust and cobwebs shifting within the confines of the wall is welcomed. The bookcase slides with a grinding sound slightly to the right. The place where the bookcase once resided has opened up to reveal another door. His white teeth gleam as a smirk adorns his pale face. He steps lightly through the opening, carefully stepping on a certain stone that tiles the pathway. To his left the wall retreats backwards revealing a new pathway. The door is a feint. He enters the new pathway only to turn right and begin a long descent down the stairs. His candelabra the only lighting granted to him.
Finally he arrives at one final door. This one is not a feint. This one is genuine. He grasps the handle and presses down on the lever attached. The door's locks part and creak, the dirt shifts and he can feel the door become lax in its place. He slowly pushes it open to a dark room. He steps foward with his candlabra and lights a torch on the wall. Using this lighting he proceeds to light a few remaining candles. When he is done the dark room now has a faint glow. Semi-brightening the room and its possessions.
Against the wall is a lush red velvet curtain. He steps with firm, sure, and determined steps toward the curtain. He raises his snow white hand to grasp the curtain and slowly pull it back. He ties back the edges with some rope hanging from the wall. He looks pleased at the object unveiled. Proud of his work. Behind the curtain exists a mirror.
The mirror is his secret. No one, but him knows of it. Not even Claude.
This mirror, however, is not a typical mirror. This mirror unveils to him a secret. It was on nights like these that Alois liked to come downstairs. To think. To talk with one not there. For in this mirror is not reflected his pale blonde hair, blue eyes, or pale skin. No inside this mirror another is reflected.
The boy is around the same age as him he notices. The boy in the mirror is a quixotic sight to Alois. Alois has never seen someone so.. so.. sorrowful. Tragic. Strong. The boy is small, not just his height, but his waist as well. He is thin and slight, his bone structure angular. The boy's flesh is pale and is set off by the navy blue coat he wore. He has a neatly combed tuff of black hair with an almost blue sheen to it. The only visible eye he exposes is narrowed and yet it is wide at the same time, with a blue that rivals a sapphire. The other eye is concealed by a simple onyx eyepatch.
The boy in the mirror, who he likes to call "Blue," is probably a ghost. For on the boy's tiny back resides a pair of feathery black wings. Alois has never seen any human with wings before. He pushes back the memory of the faeries that spirited him away when he was younger, and steps closer to the mirror. He rests his hand against the mirror. Blue copies his motion, but his countenance is set into an expression of disdain. Although he can't speak, nor move to his own violition Blue exudes an aura similar to Alois'. An aura of noblesse pride, and a tormented past.
Alois is fascinated by Blue. He is curious as to what kind of life he lived, and how he got to be the way he was. Trapped in the mirror, with no escape. He leans his face against the cool glass. Blue mimicks his motion, but the expression darkens. Blue obviously does not like to be controlled. Blue will just have to tolerate it though. Alois is the master here. He is the one with the power. The one in charge. He smirks at the thought.
Reflection: Mirror Mirror by ~RaeKitsune on deviantART
On nights like these Alois will sit here in the room relating his story and day to Blue. Blue's expression would become bored and far off, as if he wasn't listening. Which he probably wasn't. Whenever Alois would come to visit his mirror he would roll his eyes and hope that he doesn't want to rant about his life, but no such luck. Alois prattles for hours about faeries, Butlers (Blue winces at this , but has no idea why), and flowers, dinner parties, and the Queen. For fun sometimes Alois liked to stand up and get into a funny pose. Just to see the irritated
Blue mimick it. Blue is obviously infuriated at being made a toy.
When the night is done and Alois can no longer talk he bids Blue farewell. Blue appears to scoff with his eyes and communicate that Alois should not return and talk to him again. That he should let Blue be. Alois ignores this and replaces the curtain over the mirror. Blue's glowering expression the last thing Alois sees before the curtain hides the mirror from view.
He blows out the candles, and douses the torches. He lift the candelabra and makes his way to exit the room. Before the door is shut all the way he gestures to the portrait to remain quiet by placing his index finger on the middle of his lip. His smirk gleams brightly. He pulls the door close the rest of the way, dousing the room in darkness. Leaving Blue trapped in the shadows.
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Written before Anime series debuted... =_=
Characters: Alois Trancy(Jim Machen), Ciel Phantomhive
Rating: PG
Warnings: WTF-ish ness, OOC, and lack of character development
Summary: There was a mirror in the basement...
Mirror Mirror
It was on nights like these that Alois liked to make the journey downstairs. Nights where everything was too quiet and he needed a cloister to think. Some room to breathe. Through the darkened hallways of the manor he journeyed. Past the talon like shadows that threaten to capture him. Past the empty corridors where the ghosts of family members that once lived, reside. Through the door to the ground level study. To his grand bookcase.
Carefully he selects a heavy leather bound book, and just slightly tilts it foward. Instantly the sound of locks prying apart and gears turning resound through the room. The sound of dust and cobwebs shifting within the confines of the wall is welcomed. The bookcase slides with a grinding sound slightly to the right. The place where the bookcase once resided has opened up to reveal another door. His white teeth gleam as a smirk adorns his pale face. He steps lightly through the opening, carefully stepping on a certain stone that tiles the pathway. To his left the wall retreats backwards revealing a new pathway. The door is a feint. He enters the new pathway only to turn right and begin a long descent down the stairs. His candelabra the only lighting granted to him.
Finally he arrives at one final door. This one is not a feint. This one is genuine. He grasps the handle and presses down on the lever attached. The door's locks part and creak, the dirt shifts and he can feel the door become lax in its place. He slowly pushes it open to a dark room. He steps foward with his candlabra and lights a torch on the wall. Using this lighting he proceeds to light a few remaining candles. When he is done the dark room now has a faint glow. Semi-brightening the room and its possessions.
Against the wall is a lush red velvet curtain. He steps with firm, sure, and determined steps toward the curtain. He raises his snow white hand to grasp the curtain and slowly pull it back. He ties back the edges with some rope hanging from the wall. He looks pleased at the object unveiled. Proud of his work. Behind the curtain exists a mirror.
The mirror is his secret. No one, but him knows of it. Not even Claude.
This mirror, however, is not a typical mirror. This mirror unveils to him a secret. It was on nights like these that Alois liked to come downstairs. To think. To talk with one not there. For in this mirror is not reflected his pale blonde hair, blue eyes, or pale skin. No inside this mirror another is reflected.
The boy is around the same age as him he notices. The boy in the mirror is a quixotic sight to Alois. Alois has never seen someone so.. so.. sorrowful. Tragic. Strong. The boy is small, not just his height, but his waist as well. He is thin and slight, his bone structure angular. The boy's flesh is pale and is set off by the navy blue coat he wore. He has a neatly combed tuff of black hair with an almost blue sheen to it. The only visible eye he exposes is narrowed and yet it is wide at the same time, with a blue that rivals a sapphire. The other eye is concealed by a simple onyx eyepatch.
The boy in the mirror, who he likes to call "Blue," is probably a ghost. For on the boy's tiny back resides a pair of feathery black wings. Alois has never seen any human with wings before. He pushes back the memory of the faeries that spirited him away when he was younger, and steps closer to the mirror. He rests his hand against the mirror. Blue copies his motion, but his countenance is set into an expression of disdain. Although he can't speak, nor move to his own violition Blue exudes an aura similar to Alois'. An aura of noblesse pride, and a tormented past.
Alois is fascinated by Blue. He is curious as to what kind of life he lived, and how he got to be the way he was. Trapped in the mirror, with no escape. He leans his face against the cool glass. Blue mimicks his motion, but the expression darkens. Blue obviously does not like to be controlled. Blue will just have to tolerate it though. Alois is the master here. He is the one with the power. The one in charge. He smirks at the thought.
Reflection: Mirror Mirror by ~RaeKitsune on deviantART
On nights like these Alois will sit here in the room relating his story and day to Blue. Blue's expression would become bored and far off, as if he wasn't listening. Which he probably wasn't. Whenever Alois would come to visit his mirror he would roll his eyes and hope that he doesn't want to rant about his life, but no such luck. Alois prattles for hours about faeries, Butlers (Blue winces at this , but has no idea why), and flowers, dinner parties, and the Queen. For fun sometimes Alois liked to stand up and get into a funny pose. Just to see the irritated
Blue mimick it. Blue is obviously infuriated at being made a toy.
When the night is done and Alois can no longer talk he bids Blue farewell. Blue appears to scoff with his eyes and communicate that Alois should not return and talk to him again. That he should let Blue be. Alois ignores this and replaces the curtain over the mirror. Blue's glowering expression the last thing Alois sees before the curtain hides the mirror from view.
He blows out the candles, and douses the torches. He lift the candelabra and makes his way to exit the room. Before the door is shut all the way he gestures to the portrait to remain quiet by placing his index finger on the middle of his lip. His smirk gleams brightly. He pulls the door close the rest of the way, dousing the room in darkness. Leaving Blue trapped in the shadows.
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Written before Anime series debuted... =_=