The Serenade of the Devil(BoyxBoy Kuroshitsuji FanFic)

Who's Voice Is That~??

Ciel's POV

"Ciel, CIEL!" Huh...? Wait, Madame Red? Is that you? Is that truly your voice? Why do you sound so far away? Why does my head feel so weird all of a sudden... My ears... They're ringing... Why? Sebastian, what's going on? Where are you? I can feel the sudden force of someone unknown pulling me from behind. The intensity of their grip burned deep into my shoulder, causing a pain that made me wince. I look around, my brain still caught in its daze. Oh, Sebastian... There you are. Were you the one that pulled me back by chance... There's no need to lie to me, I know it was you. Even though my vision is still blurred, I can smell him. The familiar fragrance of his cologne swarmed around me, it's a very comforting sensation to say at the least. I can see the blurred image of Madam Red's figure running towards the photographer, who was more red then I recall. Wait.. Could that be... Blood on his face?! I must be imagining things.. I must. I start to rub my eyes until they come back into focus. I surveyed the area that was around me, the rest of my band, as well as Sebastian's rushed towards us. Everyone had a confused and concerned expression on their faces. Except for Claude, he seemed to be the only one to have a severely pissed off expression like my manager. Did something happen just now? What did I miss...? Out of all times to blackout, you just had to do it now. Perfect timing Ciel.

"Ciel! I demand an explanation right now!" If vocal tones could kill, I would be sent to my grave from where I stood. Madam Red was furious, I could easily tell by the tone she used to yell at me; her arms crossed over her chest. I stared at her with a confused expression, blinking a couple of times before I finally looked at my hands... The distinct color of dried blood droplets scattered around my pale skin. Oh God... Could I... Have done this? I must have, I mean... There's blood on my own hands! How did this happen? Did I... Make him bleed? No... This isn't possible... There's no way... W... Why...? Why did this happen? What's going on? What the bloody hell happened?! Sebastian!

"I... I don't know what came over me... I must have... Blacked out..." My eyes began to widen in shock, I couldn't keep them off the red dots; the reminders of the act that I committed.

"Like hell you blacked out!" The photographer cried, baring his sharp shark like teeth at me. "You ruined my beautiful face! Don't you know how rude it is to strike at a lady?!"

"I'm so sorry... But I truly don't recall what just happened..." I chose to ignore his comment about being a lady, A smart decision if you ask me.

"I'll fill you in then, pal!" Alois leapt forward, making another one of his flashy and grand entrances. "After all, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't fill you in when you were confused!" An intelligent one.. He had a wide smile portrayed on his face, the rare opportunity to mess with me was finally in his grasp.

"No, Alois, please... Stop-" There really wasn't a need to explain the situation to me at this given time. Despite my occasional slip ups, I'm quite the intellectual man.

"So, this is what happened. We had the shoot like normal, taking pictures and signing papers, all that fun shit. Then, you saw Mr. Redhead over there getting some one on one photos with Sebby over there." The photographer began to scoff, he was starting to act like one of us had hit him and then set fire to the building. "Then you were pissed because he was running his hands all over your precious man. So, you did what any protective boyfriend would do and gave him the old "wam wam 2x4"!" I have no bloody idea what you're talking about! 2x4? What the bloody hell does that even mean!? 'Wam wam?' Don't create your own bloody phrases just because it's convenient for you, you fucking tosser! "And then he started to bleed and yada yada, not important details to the tale."

"You know, in all of my years of professional photography, I have NEVER felt more insulted!"

"Oooh, is Ciel in trouble now~? He is in trouble isn't he? Heheh, I knew it! Can we just keep talking about him then?" If there was ever a truer moment to bring my hand towards my face, now would be the time. Fortunately, Madam Red did the face palming for me, yet the babbling twat continued to run his lips. Claude had to take the initiative and silence my friend, picking him up by his hips and carrying him out of the studio.