More than A Teacher(Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

Last story update of 2012! Let me just say that it's been an amazing year of writing stories. I love all of you guys so much, and you don't know how happy it makes me to know that I have fans that actually want to read my stories! I'm looking forward to what I'll write in the new year, there are new skills, new ideas that I want to try. I'm sorry if this sounds rushed, I had to write this again because the website thingy expiered. Yes, I said website thingy. So...late chapter? Yes! I'm sorry, this month has been so dramatic for me. I'm still sick, there's family drama currently going on, and I moments where I didn't want to write, and I didn't know what to write about. I hope the length of this chapter makes up for it.

So during my moment of writer's block. I kept asking myself questions that I think I should answer. "Where are Ciel's parents? What happened to them? Why is Ciel living with Sebastian?" I answered all of those questions in this chapter. I tried to be creative, but I still being close to what happened in the anime/manga. I hope you like it.

Well, I'll hush now because I have a dog mooching over my dinner and you have alot of words to read.

Have fun and enjoy, HAPPY NEW YEARS KITTENS! :D

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I was left alone on this Earth when I was 10 years old. I lost both of my parents in a tragic house accident so long ago. I too was in the house at that time, but I managed to survive to tell the tale.

I was playing alone in my room at the time. Mom had locked me in there because I had gotten into trouble a few moments before, and she said she would come and get me once dinner was ready.

She would never come...

I noticed something odd when my mother didn't come to get me when I expected her to. But I, being a child at this time, thought nothing of it and continued to play. Then I got a feeling inside me that said that I was in danger. I got to my feet, touched the knob of my door, and I screamed slightly as something caught me off guard.

The knob was hot. My house was on fire...

"Mom!" I shrieked, despite the pain I was receiving from the knob, I still tried to open my door. I could hear faint screams coming from upstairs, my parents...

I ran to the other side of my room, grabbed the closest thing I could, and smashed my window open. Once my feet touched the damp grass, I turned around and my eyes widened at the horror I was witnessing.

Red, red flames, it engulfed my entire house. I ran for the front door, the riskiest, and stupidest decision I could have ever made. But I was a desperate child, I had no phone to call for help, and I had to protect what I had. What else could I have done?

Once I reached the door, I jerked the handle to the right. My palm burned more than it did in my room, and the door was locked. My parents were trapped inside, and there was nothing I could do to save them. Panic was beginning to take over as my ears filled with the crackling of the flames, and the screams and shrieks of my parents as the flames slowly cooked them alive until... the screaming stopped.

"MOM! DAD!" I screamed, the crackling of the flames intensified, but there was nothing I could do, my parents were dead. I ran off immediately, as far away as I could, sobbing and screaming until my eyes stung, and my throat burned.

When I did return, I returned to nothing. The fire had burned my house to the ground. Along with my parents, all of my things, my memories, and my childhood. I searched everywhere for any reminants of my parents, but the only thing that remained were my parent's wedding rings. I still have them today, they're in boxes in front of my parent's picture in my living room. There was nothing else I could salvage. The ashes of my parents were swept away from passing winds, and they blew away from me. The wind took what the flames had left of my parents. I was sobbing again, my heart filled with pain, grief, misery, and loneliness.