His Study Partner,

His Study Partner, Saving

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The next day of school at the same time I dreaded for, I was anxious for. After the events of the night before, I wondered what my encounter with Sebastian would be like. I did just leave him without an idea as to why..Would he be worried? Would he be cocky and just not care? Would he ignore me, or bring it up immediately? I stood at my locker and sighed, pulling out my books and clasping the lock again, lost in thought.

Just as I was turning to head to my first class, I heard the familiar, high pitched voice of a certain freshman who seemed to be in all of my classes.."Phantomhive!"

Alois Trancy.

I groaned under my breath, turning to face him. Alois seemed to have a strange obsession with me somehow, 'competing' with me for higher grades, although i pay no mind to it. And of course, every time grades are posted he is always one step below me, as I always top the charts. And this makes him furious. And for some reason fuels his mind games.

I tilted my head up slightly to accommodate for our differing heights, clutching my books to my chest. He wore the same uniform as mine, yet it was accompanied by a long purple coat, which he seemed to wear daily. I wonder if he ever washed it. "What do you want, Trancy?"

I could see Claude behind him, noticeable with his tall figure and black clothing. He was far enough that you wouldn't think they were friends, but close enough that you could assume they were together.

"Just came to remind you that I'm definitely going to get higher marks than you this year!~ Especially that I have Claude with me now, isn't that right Claude?" He looked back to the junior with a frown, who merely nodded stiffly, pushing up his glasses. Alois then turned back to face me, smiling brightly. "Yeah! I'm so much better than you, Phantomhive."

I grit my teeth at him. He didn't particularly intimidate me, more like he was a pest. "Ah, back off Trancy. Quite a nuisance..I need to get to class." I went to turn away before he pushed me, slamming me against the lockers. The impact made me drop my books, paper scattering on the floor.

My back hurt and I winced slightly, trying not to pay attention to the dull throbbing pain, my hands balling into fists. "What's wrong Phantomhive? Too afraid to fight?~" The annoying blonde giggled, making his way towards me, stepping on my books, crumpling my papers under his stupid boots.

I would've launched myself at him then, if not for my mother's voice echoing in my ears, something she told me constantly years ago.

"Please don't ever fight..I couldn't stand to see you get hurt..Words are stronger than anything else..So be strong, okay?"

So instead I kept my fingernails digging into my palms, teeth gritted as he came even closer. "I guess that's a yes.." In an instant he swiftly brought his knee up, hitting me in the gut, making me slump slowly down, down against the lockers, down to the floor. "Hey, I'm not done with you yet. Get up, Phantomhive~" By this time I could tell there was a small circle around us, watching. I was already coughing, out of breath. Having asthma made it only worse..Like I said I wasn't that strong originally..

He kicked me again, this time in the side, making me slump over to the ground. Why didn't they help? Why did they stand by and watch? Watch as he kicked me again, and again, and again?

But who wanted to help the boy, the one who got perfect grades, the one who had no friends?

And then I could see it. Those harsh golden eyes, piercing into me, still. He looked not at all suprised..In fact, quite composed..It was if Claude had known exactly what was going to happen..

Or as it he had come up with the plot himself.

I wondered why I could think so clearly now, when my sides were throbbing in pain, the air entering and exiting my lungs constricted, made worse by my swelling throat. It kind of felt like the movies, when the protagonist was about to die, and his whole life goes into slow motion.

Hopefully I'm not going to die.

And suddenly, I hear it. The quick footsteps down the hall, efforted grunts.

"Ciel! CIEL!"

That was my name..But why would anyone care?..

I saw black shoes, black leggings. Of course..I was going to smile, and then I could feel the shoe to my face. Something was dripping..into my eyes..Suddenly I was blind, all I could see was red. The cold tile floor was soothing, cold against my cheek. I throbbed everywhere, maybe taking a nap would help. I went to close my eyes..

"Fuck..Ciel, stay with me okay? D-Don't close your eyes.."

"S..Sebastian?.."

I reached out blindly, groping for something, anything. I could feel smooth material under my fingertips, and I gripped onto it. "Ah..I'm getting kind of tired.."

It felt like I was floating suddenly, except every part of my being ached. I closed my eyes and it was warm around me, I was moving. "No..no..just..Listen to the sound of my voice..Okay?

"Sebastian.." My head moved to the side and it rested on something solid, yet soft and warm. I assumed it was his chest. He was carrying me. "Thank you..for being so kind to me.." I murmured. "No one else has..Since.." My mind went back to that fateful day, the day everything was ruined flames, when everything changed for the worst. Was it true that your life flashed before your eyes before it was taken? Because I could see the years of verbal abuse and neglect I tolerated fron my aunt, years of freezing out in the cold streets, years of being alone. And then..the one night.

The one night someone cared.

"Fuck..C-Ciel.." Something else fell on me, dripping. Perhaps it was raining? But it was warm..and only on my face..

My mind could not process, for slowly and surely the older's voice was drifting away from me, replaced with a calm silence.

"Ciel!"

I heard a final desperate cry, one for my name.

"Thank you.." I managed to whisper once more softly.

And then it was all black.
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