Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Surface ❯ Ghoulish Truth ( Chapter 4 )

Tweek; I'm so sorry this has taken so long to get out, and that it's so short (not to mention I think this is probably the worst chapter out..).

Thank you to everyone who has read and enjoyed, it means a bunch!-Longer note at end-

 

Disclaimers stay the same chapter to chapter. (and it is, as always unbeta'd. Hence the suckfest that is this chapter. I'm apologizing beforehand so you don't get your hopes up.)

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It was becoming ever clearer, this dream realm of his.

 

This should have been comforting, but there was a nagging pull at the base of his conscience.

 

The clarity was similar to looking into a stream; waiting for the muddy water to clear, but for once it had cleared it would reveal a horrid monster lurking just below the water's surface.

 

Waiting to consume your entire being.

 

The lines of reality and dream were becoming more and more blurred.

 

This, here and now, was too real.

 

The pain and cold dancing a cruel biting dance across his young skin was too real.

 

The cold did nothing but aggravate the loneliness he was feeling.

 

Broken down and clutching his own legs like a scared child.

 

Though I suppose I am, he thought.

 

Pulling his legs closer to his body, wooden healed shoed echoing in the dark alley as they scraped across the ground.

 

Looking up, one blue eye met a pair of feline red eyes.

 

For now, this creature could be his guardian…

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Ciel opened his sleep blurred eyes and came face to face with a black cat.

 

Ciel screamed, and not in the most masculine manner. He jerked backwards, a million thoughts running through his dark blue hair covered cranium. What was going on? Where was he? Was his dream real? Should he need to factor in some sort of `time-travel' scenario?

 

“Oh, Jerry! Come on now, get off the poor boy. Sorry, anyway would you like something to eat? I'd offer Porridge but all I have is corn flakes..Oh and Oreos. I hate them, but you might like them.”

 

It was Helena, of course. There was no need for Ciel to panic. Looking a bit closer, the fat black cat that had been perched on his sternum had gold eyes. Looking back on his dream, did cats even come with red eyes? Was there some sort of deeper meaning?

 

“Kiddo?”

 

Ciel looked up slowly to meet Helena's questioning gaze, simultaneously getting up in a slightly more dignified manner than he had the night previous. She was wearing much the same outfit she had been wearing before aswell, holding a cooking pan for some unknown reason since she had already stated she only had corn flakes.

 

“No..thanks, I'll pass. I can get a proper breakfast at my hotel.”

 

This in no way meant one's idea of the traditional `English Breakfast'.

To Ciel, a proper breakfast included; Tea with large amounts of honey, one halved Grapefruit coated in a few layers of sugar, a scone lathered with the best jelly, along with a small slice of pie or cake with plenty of icing and whipped cream. You should see his dessert choices. It was a great shock to everyone that he had never had a cavity or any serious dental issues.

 

“I have to go anyway-“, Ciel straightened out his jacket in a very proper manner before coolly gazing back at Helena, “You see, I have to leave for New York soon. I'm due home by the end of the day, and I had hoped to get a bit more accomplished while I was in London. Though, I suppose I can't call this a complete waste of time.”

 

Helena Aberlin's eyes darkened somewhat, though it had nothing to do with the slight insult Ciel had dealt her.

 

“Just when are you leaving for New York? We may have discovered a small part of your past life, if you wish to call it, but we are far from realizing the whole truth. If you leave now, I cannot help you from overseas.”

 

Ciel looked away from her, looking idly around the filthy shop. No, it had not been a waste of time in the least. But there was no way he could stay here in England if his mother was dead set on moving to The States.

 

This was a large set back, he realized. Having to leave the one place that might be able to deliver any sort of answer was difficult.

He didn't want to look back at the slightly off woman in her nightgown and robe, but slowly took in everything he could in the room. None of this would help to regain those memories he had lost of a time long ago, but the least he could do was make sure the memories he had now stayed sharp.

 

“I'm aware of that. I am also aware I am only 14 years old, and the son of two very powerful people. It doesn't matter what I do or say, like I am now I have no pull and no power.”

 

It seemed so ironic to him, the words that came from his mouth. He knew them to be true, but he was also quite aware in a different situation himself at a younger aged had held more power then he could even dream of. Something he did do with much frequency.

 

His mother, Deirdre, was kind. But she had also raised Ciel, as the son of an actress there was very little he could get away with. Temper Tantrums as a child had never worked under the keen eye of someone who had been trained to pretend for a living. And what could he do now besides throw a sort of tantrum?

 

Ciel doubted that even if he broke down sobbing at his mother's feet she would let him say in Britain. Even if he came clean and told her everything, well that might get him to stay in Britain, but being locked away in a mental institution wouldn't help much either.

 

No, for now he had to leave. This fact was an absolute, however it did not mean he would never visit this little shop again. No, his family had ties to the British Isles, and they would likely visit fairly often. Granted it would probably be a number of months, but Ciel could wait. The information he had gained in one day had helped him enough to the point it was possible he might not even need to visit again.

 

A knot grew in his abdomen. Ciel could tell himself whatever he like, and no matter how rational he try and be, he was dealing with things far out of the realm of rationality.

 

Deep down he knew, even if he 'remembered' everything from this so called 'past life, it was unlikely this path would lead him down a road of tranquility.

 

--#

 

Undertaker found himself fixed with a blank red stare lined with depths of stubbornness.

 

“That isn't possible. This is a mistake. Fix it.”

 

Sebastian wasn't playing around, which made the gray haired Death God a bit nervous to be truthfull. But at the same time highly, highly amused.

 

Undertaker grinned as he began to shuffle around his shop, completely ignoring Sebastian's demands.

Life had been ever so boring since the young Phantomhive boy and his group ended up just being a collection of words in a tucked away book up at the Death God Library.

 

That isn't to say other humans hadn't amused him in the passing years. Humans always were the funniest of earths many species. For such a fragile creature they were quite arrogant and high strung, which always added to the fun.

For when personalities collide in the Colosseum that is humanity, the bodies piled up in a morbid statement of power and identity.

Undertaker did not morn, why would he? He loved his job, and humans were the main contributer.

 

“Tsk..tsk. What should I expect..”

He fingered around some old parchments and lifted a few jar lids, and every movement he made was like a taunt to Sebastian.

 

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, his true demonic presence was beginning to come through his already ghoulish crimson orbs.

Undertaker was useful in certain circumstances, and would hopefully be helpful now if the Death God ever decided to get serious.

Which honestly had about as big of a chance as Sebastian's hair turning neon glow pink. ( Which had only happened once in the 1970's)

 

Eye's locked on the figure of the shoddy dressed Death God, an eyebrow raised when he heard a faint 'Aha!' and a demented giggle that should come out of no man's mouth.

 

Undertaker turned around to face Sebastian with one of his unique bone shaped cookies hanging out of his mouth, and a grin that looked far too pleased with himself.

 

“You know, -”

 

Crunch.

 

“- as much as I ...enjoy your company -”

 

Crunch.

 

“-.....I'd like to Get. To. The. Point.-”

 

Crunch.

 

“- The. Point.”

 

Crunch.

 

“For the love of.-..Stop eating those!”

 

Gulp. Demented laugh.

 

“You said 'The point' twice you know. Did you have a stroke or something?”

 

“...I'm beginning to value Grell's company, which is something I never thought was possible. And I have no longer need to question if you left the Death God realm or if you were simply kicked out. It's the latter.”

 

“Oh? Well why are you still here? I've told you everything I know. And it's most certainly not a lie. I never lie.”

The cheshire grin on Undertaker's pale face seemed to beg the opposite.

 

“Obviously something you said was wrong. There is no possible way Ciel Phantomhive's Play could still be written. He died in the 1800's, and I, personally, made sure he no longer had a soul. Even if reincarnation was possible, he wouldn't have the soul to make it happen.”

 

It sounded to both of the immortal men that the raven haired demon was more trying to convince himself than he was the Death God.

Undertaker tilted his head to the side, smiling all the while, and scratched at his chin.

 

“Human's like to say that there is more to a person than just their bodies. Their souls in other words... But a soul without a body is nothing. The body and heart remembers things the soul does not. Deeper things, powerful things..dark things. Someone might react to something without thinking about it, simply because their body remembers the feeling.-”

 

Undertaker looked up, even though they were still covered the feeling of eagle sharp eyes piercing into Sebastian's mind.

 

“- And. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe you did not destroy young Ciel Phantomhive's body? This could be the root cause. Not to mention your...unwillingly to let the boy go could have influenced your consumption of his soul..”

 

“ I ate his soul. “ It sounded more like a murder confession rather than a demon admitting to what they do best, and what they do guiltless.

 

“I'm aware of that, Demon. But if there is a part of you that doesn't want to let him go, then it's possible his soul wasn't entirely destroyed when eaten...-”

 

Undertaker giggled and took a bite from yet another cookie.

 

“-Or something like that anyway! Who knows really!”

 

Sebastian paused in thought. The idea seemed plausible enough but reincarnation would still be impossible without the soul present, and Ciel's soul would still be inside himself even if on the off chance he hadn't broken it down entirely within.

The idea of Ciel living without a soul however was possible. Many demons would take a soul before hand from a very desperate human, and in return give the humans what they want. These humans were usually targets with very little to offer a demon, but there were enough of them that more demons seemed to pick these types. And therefore till the day they die, a human could around without a soul.

(Sebastian preferred the more refined human, the humans that would provide him with an excellent meal in the end and entertainment until that day. )

 

However Ciel living without a soul this long was impossible. Even without a soul, the body would behave just like a normal persons and eventually would die. With reincarnation being impossible and the Ciel that Sebastian had known being still alive was impossible no questions were answered.

He was right back at the drawing board.

 

There was only one thing to do now.

 

Find Ciel.

 

Or whomever be responsible for the reopenning of his Play.

 

Regardless of the improbilities and impossibilities.

 

His first target? The boy Alastair spotted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Till Next Time

 

 

(I wrote Death Eater a couple times instead of Death God. -snigger- Also, if you couldnt tell, I like to annoy sebastian. It brings me pleasure. I still have absolutely no idea how to write Undertaker. I end up thinking of Belphegor from KHR and expanding. And no, this chapter wasnt supposed to clear up things. In fact I think I made it more confusing. Even for myself.)

I appreciate and love everyone who has been sending me lovely reviews (and I appreciate you reading or watching or favoriting the story even if you don't review). I CAN NOT believe I have this many reviews for Surface. I can't believe it has even been translated into another language by a fan. It's amazing and makes me very happy. I hope I can update next time quicker than..as many months as it has been, but life is kind of hectic for me right now. So it's hard to say. I have no intentions of abandoning the story yet though. Thanks again everyone. It means a lot.

(Also for anyone who is wondering the length of this story, I don't see it going past 10 chapter. Over 5 is likely though. Sorry for not having Sebby and Ciel meet this chapter, but it would kind of mess up the flow.)

Thanks again everyone for the reviews and kind words.

Sorry that it seems like theres more Authors Note than there is story.