Kuroshitsuji One-Shot Collection

Letters In The Wind

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Grell Sutcliff, Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis: She trusts that her words, though written on paper, will ever reach her cold heart. He will never accept a feeling for which he was not created.

Warnings: AU. Canonverse. OoC. Hanahaki Disease. Obsession.

London England

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Grell Sutcliff, Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis: She trusts that her words, though written on paper, will ever reach her cold heart. He will never accept a feeling for which he was not created.

Warnings: AU. Canonverse. OoC. Hanahaki Disease. Obsession.

London England

—Good morning, young master...

The man with neck-length black hair and crimson eyes greeted with almost trained courtesy before placing a small tray with three sealed envelopes on the breakfast table. As it was also his custom - after all, it was part of his duty -, he took the three letters, opening his eyes just slightly as he realized that only two of them had the corresponding stamp from his sender. Both came from her Majesty, Queen Victoria, so Sebastian Michaelis assumed that the sovereign would have a new mission to assign to her 'Guard Dog'. Therefore, ignoring, at least for the time being, the third letter, he opened the first of the other two, finding simply a special invitation to a gala at Buckingham Palace. Which the reason for it was? It was none other than the oncoming anniversary of Victoria's accession to the British Crown. The second, and as it couldn't have been otherwise, was a letter from Her Majesty. Sebastian was about to bow down to leave and continue –or start- his tasks, when the young heir, already 18 years old, with indigo hair reaching down to his neck and sky blue eyes, asked him, with a visibly arched eyebrow, if he hadn't forgotten something. At that moment, Michaelis remembered the third letter and decided to finally open it. The only expression -rare indeed- on his butler's face gave the young Phantomhive the idea that it must not be something exactly common. Rarely had he seen Sebastian almost lost in thought on a simple sheet of paper, as if something had caught his attention.

—Would it be too much asking you to explain yourself about it?

Ciel arched an eyebrow as he sat up, as usual, resting his head on the back of his left hand, supporting himself on his elbow on the table; almost in a jaded, bored attitude. His butler just looked at him for long seconds, but without fixing his red eyes on the minor's blue ones, before finally answering that he didn't think it was something important. Considering whoever had sent it hadn't even bothered to seal it.

—Though, if so you wish, I can investigate anyway...

—No; forget it... —the minor replied —Just tell me; what's on schedule today?

Sebastian sighed heavily before explaining the duties they would have to carry out that day. Immediately afterwards, he bowed, announcing that he was going to give the pertinent instructions to the rest of the servants. To which Phantomhive only responded with a quiet nod.

The homework assignments were completed, and, although that wasn't a usual practice in him, even when the time was right to do so, the butler retired to his room. He took the letter from the flap of his jacket and opened it again, while he took a seat by the still closed window. It took him only a couple of seconds to realize what the letter was about just by reading the first line. What he hadn't expected was that such words weren't addressed to his master, but, rather, to himself. Though, as he read on, he knew that it couldn't have been the young Phantomhive's fiancée, Elizabeth Midford, who wrote it, since it was stated, openly and literally, in Dantesque terms*. Which, while certainly poetic, wasn't exactly romantic enough to dedicate such words to a loved one. Not to mention by a noble lady such as her. That is, who, in her devotion to another person, would even speak metaphorically of taking their soul? Not to mention that, despite knowing her to be a highly educated girl even at her young 18 years, Michaelis didn't imagine, even in the most surreal of all scenarios, that Elizabeth would dedicate such words to his master Ciel.