Cielois One Shots

I Spy a Broken Boy

(Ciel's POV)

I look at my surroundings as I walk through the park. I see couple's fawning over each other on park benches. I see children laughing as they slide down the swirly slide on the playground. I see parents smiling as their children play. Birds are singing all around me as I stroll along my path. Why is everyone so happy? It's not like today is any different from yesterday.

It's not like everything in the world is right.

As I continue along my path, I see homeless beggars, pleading for their next meal. I see hookers smoking next to the men's bathroom, waiting for their next client. I see torn up kittens trying to climb into the dumpster to rummage for scraps. Do you see what I mean? How can people be happy when others are suffering? Is it this so called love I keep hearing about that makes people so ignorant? Well then it's a good thing I'm not in love. How can I be?

My parents were burnt alive right before my eyes when I was only ten. I was sold to a cult to be a sacrificial child. They took my right eye. I was saved before much else could happen, but they still left their mark. How can I love when I'm not loved? When the world ignores my existence?

"Hey, freak!" I turn my head to find someone walking towards me. And of course, it's another disgusting human, here to beat me till I bleed.

"What do you want?" I question in my monotone voice as I face him.

"Why do you never feel pain?" he asked. He must be from my school. Maybe in one of my classes. I don't know. All I do in my free time is plan my suicide. When I didn't reply to his question, he got angry.

"Answer me, you faggot!" he spat at me. He took his fist and thrust it towards my stomach. The impact sent me flying backwards, landing in the grass as I spat blood from my mouth. I just stood up, standing there as I looked at him, an emotionless expression on my disgusting features.

"You really think I would answer a stupid ass question such as that?" I spat at him, my voice maintaining it's monotone. That only made him angry as he came toward me, his fist ready to make impact with another part of my body.

"No! Don't hurt him!" A hand gripped the bully's forearm as the bully turned to the newcomer. It was a blonde boy with icy blue eyes, wearing purple skinny jeans and a baggy white t shirt. He looked fairly attractive. And yes, I'm gay, if you didn't already know by the bully calling me faggot. I had known my sexuality ever since my parents died. Me, being the curious boy I was, kissed my friend that day. I don't remember his name or his face.

"Don't worry, Alois. He doesn't even feel pain. Watch." The bully side kicked me in the ribs, sending me falling to the ground once again. I heard as a few bones cracked, but ignored the pain once more as I rose to my feet.

"See, Alois? It's like he's fucking immune!" the bully said.

"Can't you see you're hurting him, Brock? Just leave him alone!" the boy, or Alois, shouted at Brock.

"Tch. Whatever. Defend him all you want. Phantomhive doesn't care about anything or anyone. I bet that he didn't even love his own mother." Brock said. He acted as if I wasn't even there as he started to walk away. But I, angered by his words, wanted to strangle him for what he said. As I started to walk towards him, my fists clenched, the boy named Alois stepped in front of me.

"Don't get angry at him. He's not worth it." he said. I looked behind me, thinking he might be talking to someone else. Nope. He was talking to me.

"Do you seriously think you can tell me what to do?" I said, trying to push past him. He only stepped in front of me again.

"You're Ciel Phantomhive, right?" he asked.

"Yes.  Now if you'll excuse me, there's someone I have to..." I looked over his shoulder to find the bully gone. Dammit!