Playing With Knives (SebaCiel AU)

Chapter One

A/N: Just in case you haven't read the TW caption in my description, there is self harm in this. And due to criticism for other stories elsewhere on the internet, I do not support self Harm. Problems will be resolved in the end. PS, I have a sucky vocabulary so don't expect intelligent words.

Ciel's POV

I pulled the sleeves of my sweater down to cover my wrists, sighing as I walked through the halls. I was practically lost in this maze of a school. It's even bigger than my house. I looked down at the paper of rooms I had in my hand, and as the idiot I am, I ran into the corner when turning down the hall. "Ow! Yes, fit for eleventh grade indeed." I mumbled, holding my head. I pulled myself off of the floor and kept walking, luckily finding my class quickly after that.

"E-Excuse me.." I walked into the classroom and towards the teacher's desk. "Oh, did another teacher send you for something?" "Uh- No. I'm actually the new student. Ciel Phantomhive." "Oh! I'm sorry, I pictured you.. somewhat older. How old are you, again?" "Thirteen." I mumbled. "Wow, must be a smart boy. Okay, Class, attention please." All the students looked up at me, except for one in the back.

"This is your new classmate, Ciel Phantomhive. Please make him feel welcome. Take a seat over there, please." He pointed to a seat in the back beside a black-haired boy. He looked a bit mean, I didn't want to sit next to him, but whatever. I took my backpack and walked back and sat down quickly. "What is a moppet like you doing in an eleventh grade class?" I jumped a bit and looked over at the tall boy. "Skipped grades." I mumbled, playing with the sleeves of my shirt. "Figured." He replied, glancing over at me before going back to his notebook.

The dismissal bell rang, making packs of kids run for the door. "Sebastian, Ciel, I'd like to talk to you both." Really? I sighed and walked over to Mr. Midford's desk. "Sebastian, may I ask you to watch Ciel at school?" I scoffed, and Sebastian sighed, "He seems perfectly capable of watching himself." "Yes, I am. Ask my aunt if you want." I said. "It's for your safety. Being in eleventh grade at your age can lead to you being bullied. Sebastian, you know this will help you, too." Sebastian nodded, sighing.

"I've dealt with it most of my school career, I'm fine on my own." "Your aunt told me to have someone stay with you at school. Apparently, you had to go to the hospital a lot because of people beating you." "Did she tell you that? Its none of your business why I did. But it is not because people beat me. I'll agree to it if you never get involved in my personal life again!"
From then on, Sebastian never left my side.