Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KURO~!
A/N: A new story…yay?
He smiled so innocently…
Like an imp…
Branched from a D E M O N…
Built For Sin.
The metal was cool, like the wet oil texture of a fresh caught fish. Slick from the crimson on his palm where the blade had pierced. Daggers smiled sweet, twisted smiles in the moonlight. He realized that as he walked. His slip of metal was no different. It was smiling at him now, thin metallic grin of malevolence and iron tainted blood. Midnight malice. His feet were bare, cold and numb against the thickets of barbs that pecked out to prick his flesh, too shy to delve deeper down. The field around him was silent, he realized. Deserted still. His eyes gazed down warily and he breathed out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The moon was like it was underwater; the clouds misting over its picture hung in the night sky, and it gave the night an eerie feel. The boy licked his dry cracked lips, and with stiff hands released the dagger from his grip with a twitch of his wrist. It fell into the green folds of the field in a heavy weight, and fell next to the child's feet, the blood managing to stain even the skin there.
"Don't laugh at me," The boy whispered, turning to face the dark shrouded figure behind him. The lithe form was covered in the darkness, a thick wool blanket of shadows around its slender shoulder's.
"Laugh at you?" The voice was a deep seducing molasses, and it hung like smoke plume in the air, obviously a man's. "You are mistaken, my dear child, I do not laugh. I only observe." The boy's eyes narrowed as his hand spasmed in retort.
"You laugh." He muttered, voice rough and dry. The person behind him did not speak, did not move, just pragmatic.
"You are dying?" He stated after a while, and the child dared a glance at the torn skin of his chest.
"I suppose."
"Where will you go?" The boy turned then, and swallowed hard, trying to rid his mouth of the aching dryness that was spreading.
"What do you mean? I will go to heaven." The darkness laughed then, and it was the sound of church bells gone to the rust in rain.
"Heaven? Is there such a place?" The cloaked man questioned.
"I can hope."
"…Hope. That is what you go by?" The night seemed to blur, move in slow as if underwater, and the boy swayed on his feet.
"Yes. That's all I have." And the child tumbled to his side, grass biting in sharp ticks in his cheek as he lay, and he listened to the footsteps, which moved purposefully forward.
"Then, my dear child, I chance you find something else to go by. Hope doesn't seem to be working well with you." The child snorted, blood staining his top lip and the metallic taste softening the back of his throat.
"What are you called, so I may find you again?" The boy choked out, and the figure moved to stand above him. He smelled of cinnamon and clove, and had dark wine colored eyes.
"I have no name."
"Shall I give you one?" His words were almost lost as they past.
"If you will."
"Do you like dogs?"
"I detest them."
"Then, I shall name you after my dog, Sebastian." The man inclined his head, and his lips parted, a devious split of pearl white teeth and glossy lips.
"What may I call you, child?" The boy regarded the man before him, who had begun to kneel beside him in the moonlit opening of the field.
"Ciel." Sebastian's eyes flashed and he smiled sweetly, lifting up a dark nailed hand to brush away the loose strands of hair that clung by sweat to the boy's face.
"I wish to see you again Ciel. In this world or the next."
"Will you live that long?"
"I shall live longer than I will ever hope." And the child passed away, body sprawled across on dew-dappled fields, next to a man whose name he had given.
Let's see how this one plays out. I hope it goes well.