Golden Wool [Oneshot, Claude/Sebastian]
To a typical demon, one hundred years is gone in the blink of an eye. But you are not typical, so you stay rooted to the ground of time, a glacier flowing with excruciating slowness while the other demons prance through every blink, every miniscule ripple in a random stream induced by a falling leaf.
After all, you are spending one hundred years without him.
= + ~ + =
At the final day of those hundred years, you find your greatest discovery: him. He is now Sebastian Michaelis, a name etched like golden wool in the ever-expanding box of memories tucked away in your entire being, bound warmly in the protection of your cobwebs.
“He has a master,” you muse to no one but yourself, all alone in the star-studded night. There must be some way to find him.
Only an hour later, you find out about the village he burned down.
= + ~ + =
“I want Ciel Phantomhive,” Alois’s voice drips like bitter honey, fire burns violently in his winter eyes, “give me Ciel Phantomhive.” He repeats this over and over again, a child waltzing to broken strings, a king bathing in fresh wine.
You understand him, as hard as it is for the triplets - they are far younger than you, but someday they, too, will understand - long after you devour Viscount Trancy’s soul and body.
“Yes, your highness.”
= + ~ + =
He is close to you, Sebastian Michaelis. Before him sits the boy, Ciel Phantomhive, a statue laden with evergreen hatred at the tender age of thirteen. You are immediately jealous of Sebastian - if only your own master can stay still just like that, even for five seconds.
But that jealousy is washed away as quickly as it has come - you must stealthily steal the boy’s soul; you must also remember to leave one gentle sign - Sebastian Michaelis must come to you.
= + ~ + =
He does come to you, not long after his precious meal is taken away from him. Yet not once does he touch you, not once does his fingers brush against your skin. When he runs away from you, when he hurls the silverware at you, you can do nothing, nothing but chase after him, nothing but call out his name:
“Sebastian Michaelis!”
You almost forget about the ring; you know what lies in the trunk.
Then Alois cries out your name, and you are catapulted back to reality, your dreams shattering with each heavy step you take in pursuit of Sebastian Michaelis. You are nearly there, just a few more seconds -
Darkness engulfs the world, time freezes and dies a temporary death. Sebastian Michaelis runs away, taking with him a tiny web from your entire being.
But you have a master to take care of; you have tears to dry before your own. You cup those pale cheeks in your hands and for a moment, just a tiny moment, you see Sebastian Michaelis.
= + ~ + =
You are forced to fight him, but you do not refuse for the sake of your contract. The triplets and Hannah are behind you, so is Alois Trancy. Yet when you see Ciel Phantomhive cradled like a baby in Sebastian’s arms, they all disappear, each and every one of them.
Suddenly all the world is you and him, no one more, no one less, just an annoying speck on his otherwise flawless tailcoat - Ciel Phantomhive.
“My Lord, if I may, would you be so kind as to permit me to have a quick chat with Claude outside?” Sebastian’s lips are curled like that of a hunting feline; you cannot help but notice this.
Alois threatens you quite fiercely, but you do not particularly care - he is just a human, feeble and inferior; what’s worse, he needs you more than Ciel needs Sebastian.
You nearly choke at your own thoughts, irony piercing painfully through your heart. The pain still lingers stubbornly when the two of you arrive at the lake; it does not bulge until you are underwater, and finally fades away when you are waist deep.
The closeness of his body arouses a ratifying shiver through your spine. When your arm enfolds around him, you are certain he will break free, but, much to your surprise, he remains stationary. His back leans back slightly; you can feel the material of his uniform plaster like sticky chocolate to his skin. For a while you say nothing, interested in nothing but placing this moment carefully on the golden wool in your ever-expanding box of memories.
It has been one hundred years. Time made you forget what you have been waiting to tell him since an eye blink ago.
You end up saying words that would have your master showering you with impish kisses. Never mind the fact that this time, his arm is around you; never mind the fact that the knives are tilted to avoid inflicting any harm on you.
Never mind the fact that the warmth of his wet chest still burns like blazing fireflies beneath the tips of your glove.
= + ~ + =
Right after that night, you two meet again. This time you are ordered to duel him; you hold back, letting the triplets and Hannah take on the first assault. If he loses, it will be their doing, not yours.
Of course, Sebastian is Sebastian, while Hannah is Hannah, and soon you are holding the Laevatein reluctantly in your hand.
Then a thought comes to your head: what if he does not want you anymore? What if he has completely thrown away the past? What if Ciel Phantomhive has already won?
Things may not be the same as they once were. You hack at him furiously, memories clouding your eyes in a misty haze.
“Listen,” he said, one hundred-fifty years ago, “listen, can you hear it?”
You close your eyes, back pressed limply against his. Silence rushes into your ears, so you give your head a pathetic shake.
“Idiot,” he mutters, though loud enough for you to hear. Then you feel his hands on your shoulders, his chin scraping tenderly at your neck. You turn around and kiss his jaw. For a brief while silence hangs airily in the woods, and suddenly, you can hear it.
“Spellbinding,” you exaggerate by miles, having known his quirks. There is barely anything normal about him; his fondness for cats is probably his strangest trait. “Your ability to hear the meowing of a kitten is profoundly professional.”
“Why, thank you, but I must admit, I am -”
“One hell of a butler,” your lips are desert dry when you press them to his forehead, an ebony strand caught between your teeth. You can sense his smile widening, and you already know what he will say, but for the sake of routine, you let him continue:
“Turn gold into dark blue for me once more, will you?”
You nod. You can give him every thing, and even if you cannot, you will polish your skills until you can, for there is no rock in the river, no precipitation on a free day, as long as he is with you, whether pressed to your back or next to your arm.
Perhaps he still wants you, you realize out of the blue, the Laevatein still slashing away at him. Perhaps he is in the same situation as you, where both masters are out for each other’s blood, no chance whatsoever for their servants to do anything with one another, unless it be shedding blood. Even with the deal between you and Sebastian Michaelis, both of you must continue to pretend, until Alois Trancy is slayed by Ciel Phantomhive and Ciel Phantomhive is in your hands.
These are your only thoughts as you watch Ciel stab Alois. The Viscount’s blood is merely a pale shade of peony compared to the midnight-red ichor dripping from Sebastian Michaelis himself.
When you taste Ciel Phantomhive’s blood, however, you are in ecstasy.
It is the king of souls.
It is the perfect meal.
It must never be deserved by Alois Trancy, not even you. You must steal it from your own master, before he can destroy it in revenge against Sebastian Michaelis. Such a delicious soul belongs to no one but him.
After all, it is golden wool.
Almost.
AN: First Kuroshitsuji fanstory. Some fan I am, waiting this long. Though I do admit, the only pairing I truly had in my head before the second season came out is Ciel and Elizabeth, though it's quite... odd, to put it lightly, for me to write a romance on two thirteen year-youngs.
This was supposed to be in third person, but it started out stranger than Sebastian's kitty fetish, so I ended up using second. The first time with this, too.
I don't hate Alois, but this story needed an antagonist, so who better than the sick, twisted viscount? Of course, rivalry is needed, too, so naturally I used Ciel, even though I see Sebastian and Ciel as Father and son rather than lovers. Sharing a fandom with my father killed any chance of me developing a liking to this pairing. In cae if you're curious, Clause/Sebastian survived due to my father's comments on episode seven xP
Anyways, I hope nobody here holds a biased against Claude. He's my second favourite character, just so close to snatching the throne from Vincent Phantomhive... actually, that will never happen. Never ever ever.
After all, you are spending one hundred years without him.
= + ~ + =
At the final day of those hundred years, you find your greatest discovery: him. He is now Sebastian Michaelis, a name etched like golden wool in the ever-expanding box of memories tucked away in your entire being, bound warmly in the protection of your cobwebs.
“He has a master,” you muse to no one but yourself, all alone in the star-studded night. There must be some way to find him.
Only an hour later, you find out about the village he burned down.
= + ~ + =
“I want Ciel Phantomhive,” Alois’s voice drips like bitter honey, fire burns violently in his winter eyes, “give me Ciel Phantomhive.” He repeats this over and over again, a child waltzing to broken strings, a king bathing in fresh wine.
You understand him, as hard as it is for the triplets - they are far younger than you, but someday they, too, will understand - long after you devour Viscount Trancy’s soul and body.
“Yes, your highness.”
= + ~ + =
He is close to you, Sebastian Michaelis. Before him sits the boy, Ciel Phantomhive, a statue laden with evergreen hatred at the tender age of thirteen. You are immediately jealous of Sebastian - if only your own master can stay still just like that, even for five seconds.
But that jealousy is washed away as quickly as it has come - you must stealthily steal the boy’s soul; you must also remember to leave one gentle sign - Sebastian Michaelis must come to you.
= + ~ + =
He does come to you, not long after his precious meal is taken away from him. Yet not once does he touch you, not once does his fingers brush against your skin. When he runs away from you, when he hurls the silverware at you, you can do nothing, nothing but chase after him, nothing but call out his name:
“Sebastian Michaelis!”
You almost forget about the ring; you know what lies in the trunk.
Then Alois cries out your name, and you are catapulted back to reality, your dreams shattering with each heavy step you take in pursuit of Sebastian Michaelis. You are nearly there, just a few more seconds -
Darkness engulfs the world, time freezes and dies a temporary death. Sebastian Michaelis runs away, taking with him a tiny web from your entire being.
But you have a master to take care of; you have tears to dry before your own. You cup those pale cheeks in your hands and for a moment, just a tiny moment, you see Sebastian Michaelis.
= + ~ + =
You are forced to fight him, but you do not refuse for the sake of your contract. The triplets and Hannah are behind you, so is Alois Trancy. Yet when you see Ciel Phantomhive cradled like a baby in Sebastian’s arms, they all disappear, each and every one of them.
Suddenly all the world is you and him, no one more, no one less, just an annoying speck on his otherwise flawless tailcoat - Ciel Phantomhive.
“My Lord, if I may, would you be so kind as to permit me to have a quick chat with Claude outside?” Sebastian’s lips are curled like that of a hunting feline; you cannot help but notice this.
Alois threatens you quite fiercely, but you do not particularly care - he is just a human, feeble and inferior; what’s worse, he needs you more than Ciel needs Sebastian.
You nearly choke at your own thoughts, irony piercing painfully through your heart. The pain still lingers stubbornly when the two of you arrive at the lake; it does not bulge until you are underwater, and finally fades away when you are waist deep.
The closeness of his body arouses a ratifying shiver through your spine. When your arm enfolds around him, you are certain he will break free, but, much to your surprise, he remains stationary. His back leans back slightly; you can feel the material of his uniform plaster like sticky chocolate to his skin. For a while you say nothing, interested in nothing but placing this moment carefully on the golden wool in your ever-expanding box of memories.
It has been one hundred years. Time made you forget what you have been waiting to tell him since an eye blink ago.
You end up saying words that would have your master showering you with impish kisses. Never mind the fact that this time, his arm is around you; never mind the fact that the knives are tilted to avoid inflicting any harm on you.
Never mind the fact that the warmth of his wet chest still burns like blazing fireflies beneath the tips of your glove.
= + ~ + =
Right after that night, you two meet again. This time you are ordered to duel him; you hold back, letting the triplets and Hannah take on the first assault. If he loses, it will be their doing, not yours.
Of course, Sebastian is Sebastian, while Hannah is Hannah, and soon you are holding the Laevatein reluctantly in your hand.
Then a thought comes to your head: what if he does not want you anymore? What if he has completely thrown away the past? What if Ciel Phantomhive has already won?
Things may not be the same as they once were. You hack at him furiously, memories clouding your eyes in a misty haze.
“Listen,” he said, one hundred-fifty years ago, “listen, can you hear it?”
You close your eyes, back pressed limply against his. Silence rushes into your ears, so you give your head a pathetic shake.
“Idiot,” he mutters, though loud enough for you to hear. Then you feel his hands on your shoulders, his chin scraping tenderly at your neck. You turn around and kiss his jaw. For a brief while silence hangs airily in the woods, and suddenly, you can hear it.
“Spellbinding,” you exaggerate by miles, having known his quirks. There is barely anything normal about him; his fondness for cats is probably his strangest trait. “Your ability to hear the meowing of a kitten is profoundly professional.”
“Why, thank you, but I must admit, I am -”
“One hell of a butler,” your lips are desert dry when you press them to his forehead, an ebony strand caught between your teeth. You can sense his smile widening, and you already know what he will say, but for the sake of routine, you let him continue:
“Turn gold into dark blue for me once more, will you?”
You nod. You can give him every thing, and even if you cannot, you will polish your skills until you can, for there is no rock in the river, no precipitation on a free day, as long as he is with you, whether pressed to your back or next to your arm.
Perhaps he still wants you, you realize out of the blue, the Laevatein still slashing away at him. Perhaps he is in the same situation as you, where both masters are out for each other’s blood, no chance whatsoever for their servants to do anything with one another, unless it be shedding blood. Even with the deal between you and Sebastian Michaelis, both of you must continue to pretend, until Alois Trancy is slayed by Ciel Phantomhive and Ciel Phantomhive is in your hands.
These are your only thoughts as you watch Ciel stab Alois. The Viscount’s blood is merely a pale shade of peony compared to the midnight-red ichor dripping from Sebastian Michaelis himself.
When you taste Ciel Phantomhive’s blood, however, you are in ecstasy.
It is the king of souls.
It is the perfect meal.
It must never be deserved by Alois Trancy, not even you. You must steal it from your own master, before he can destroy it in revenge against Sebastian Michaelis. Such a delicious soul belongs to no one but him.
After all, it is golden wool.
Almost.
AN: First Kuroshitsuji fanstory. Some fan I am, waiting this long. Though I do admit, the only pairing I truly had in my head before the second season came out is Ciel and Elizabeth, though it's quite... odd, to put it lightly, for me to write a romance on two thirteen year-youngs.
This was supposed to be in third person, but it started out stranger than Sebastian's kitty fetish, so I ended up using second. The first time with this, too.
I don't hate Alois, but this story needed an antagonist, so who better than the sick, twisted viscount? Of course, rivalry is needed, too, so naturally I used Ciel, even though I see Sebastian and Ciel as Father and son rather than lovers. Sharing a fandom with my father killed any chance of me developing a liking to this pairing. In cae if you're curious, Clause/Sebastian survived due to my father's comments on episode seven xP
Anyways, I hope nobody here holds a biased against Claude. He's my second favourite character, just so close to snatching the throne from Vincent Phantomhive... actually, that will never happen. Never ever ever.