Kuroshitsuji One-Shot Collection

This Will Be Goodbye, See You Forever...

Weekly Challenge

Two—Member Sentences (or how to write without one—member sentences)

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji—SCC (Crossover)

Title: This Will Be A Goodbye, See You Forever...

Ships: SebastianxRuby, EriolxTomoyo

Characters: Sakura, Syaoran, Ciel Phantomhive, OC.

Synopsis: Ciel had always believed his butler to be a man completely devoid of emotions and feelings. Until he made perhaps the biggest mistake of his immortal existence. Sebastian fell madly in love with a woman who, although endowed with superhuman abilities like those he himself possessed, was sadly condemned to the cruel fate of disappearing once the one who had created her exhaled his last breath.

Warnings: AU. OoC. Character Death. Magic. Demons

Hiiragizawa Mansion, London

Ruby Moon was sitting next to her master's large bed, as he lay completely still, as if in some kind of induced sleep. The woman with straight hair and maroon eyes didn't know who had plunged him into it, or if it was even a spell. Eriol was an extremely powerful wizard and both she and her partner, Spinel Sun, were more than aware of it. He had created them, after all. The door to the room opened suddenly and very slowly, still snapping Ruby out of her thoughts, and a low, male voice that by now was not only familiar but comforting asked, unable to suppress the concern in it if she was planning on staying there longer. The crimson—lipped Guardian raised her garnet orbs to the piercing crimson ones of the man standing sentinel at the door of the room, waving at him to invite him in. Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive's butler, wasn't there just for the sake of visiting that woman. In fact, precisely his master had sent him on a 'special mission' (because it hadn't been entrusted to him by Queen Victoria), after receiving a somewhat alarming message from Eriol's wife, Tomoyo Daidöuji, informing him of the situation of the British sorcerer.

—You can't stay like this, Ruby—san... He wouldn't take it... And I don't need to have known him for 20 years to vouch for my words...

The redhead saw him brush the index and middle fingers of his right hand over the stone in the ring on his left hand and only then did she realize that his features looked even paler than they naturally were. Ruby widened her maroon eyes as she slowly approached the butler and, laying a hand on his face, she stated with an accusing and concerned scowl on her face and her tone of voice:

—Eriol isn't the only one, I should have guessed. Tell me the truth, Sebastian; you know what's happening, don't you?

—Ruby—san, I think you should know by now that I can't lie. And that includes you from now on. The young master sent me to see you because there is something you should know...

The black—haired, crimson—eyed man let out a deep breath that, for a moment, alarmed Ruby. The woman had verified that Sebastian could be hurt; although not precisely by conventional weapons or methods. Her eyes widened and she winced at the thought of imagining that somehow the spell, or whatever was affecting her master, could also have some sort of effect on the crimson—eyed demon. Her fear was only intensified by the thought that, most likely, the magic she had given him in the ring he wore on his left hand might have had something to do with it. Ruby reacted suddenly when she noticed that Michaelis had moved away from her, slowly making his way to Eriol's bed, where the sorcerer was sound asleep. His left hand, devoid of the white glove he used to wear as part of his uniform, rested on the pale—skinned, raven—haired British man's forehead and the butler shook his head, letting out another sigh. Minutes later, Ruby saw him flinch conspicuously, as if a sudden chill had seized him, and immediately she moved closer to him. The woman arched an eyebrow as she realized that the tremors only intensified once Michaelis removed his hand from Hiiragizawa's face, almost impulsively bringing it to his forehead. An exclamation between astonished and confused escaped from his lips, at the same time that his crimsons subtly opened accompanying said gesture, recognizing that sensation in his own face, and even in his chest, that he remembered having perceived in his master and in his fiancée —his current wife— on more than one occasion.