Ciel Phantomhive stares at the intricate carpet lacing its way through his bedroom; it's golden thread spun to fit no less than a noble, it's thick and endearing attitude almost ominous in the dusty morning light that is shaking its unwanted presence into the heavy lit room.
what was that pain he felt? Why did such an occurrence push it's way into reality? What did his humble butler mean by his vague remarks? Why, after all these years of blissful ignorance, of naive egotistical beliefs, had he begun to fall for the very one who had kept him in such a state?
He'd fallen for a demon butler who hasn't the capability to feel the same way...
At least (so it seemed), without loathsome dangers arising...
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It Started With a FireFanfiction
It had all started with that fire... The fire that killed his parents those years ago... Determined to act on revenge, the young Phantomhive had aquired a butler... As the years passed by, he'd realized he'd also aquired some feelings for Sebasti...