Fallout (A Black Butler Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"There he is again, Sebastian." The young, and successful, Ciel Phantomhive murmured to his right hand.

The boy was spending his morning as he would any other, upon his bed, watching the news. Occasionally, he'd take a sip from his tea. Today looked as uneventful as ever. Ciel had just released an album to the interface of the world, and another wasn't expected for awhile.

"Where is who, sir?" The man, of whom pubically goes by Sebastian, asked his young employer. The tall body guard stepped forward to get a  better view of the television screen.

Ciel groaned in response. "The little brat who's going to steal my place on top! Little girls aren't looking for men anymore..." he explained, looking up to the program, "they want queer sluts."

The older only chuckled. "Are you even a man yourself, sir?" He teased, examining the small twink before him.

"You know quite well what I meant, Sebastian! I'm not nearly as childish and vulgar." He announced, gesturing to the screen, where a small boy pranced around stage in a skimpy outfit. The outfit wasn't only undecently revealing, it was a womens'. The smooth purple skirt flowed over his curves in a feminen manner, and his stomach was reveiled to show his abs as he danced in a foreign way. Gems that were fassened to his top shimmered in the stage light, wooing the ladies below. It was near painful to watch.

"He even sounds like a damn lady!" Ciel groaned, crossing his arms and pouting like a toddler. He had a bad habit of doing just this.

His music style didn't differ to terribly much from the blonde's, both were quite popular in this day and age. Ciel was more into the boy band lyrics, with the slight attempt of a partial rap. Alois, on the other hand, had a talent for singing with exotic tongue. His words swayed and shook along with his hips. If not his rival, Ciel would find his acts quite enjoyable.

Sebastian gently placed a hand upon his boss' shoulder. "I assure you it's quite alright. The music industry is rather a complicated one. If you'd like the rising star, Alois Trancy, on your side, perhaps a collab would be beneficial. Then again, I don't play the game. I am simply one hell of a spectator." He smirked.

Ciel bit his lip, shaking his head slowly. "It would probably work, but we can't just shoot him a random message and hope he replies... We're going to have to see if Elizabeth has any ties. You know how much of a social butterfly she tends to be."

The male lifted up a notepad and began jotting down his requests. "I'd like you to call Lizzy, let her know my plan, and tell her to message me back. I would like to speak to my manager today, as well."

The man bowed his head. "Of course, a request to Miss Victoria would be made right away. As well as Miss Milford. Do you have anything else you wish to get done?"

Ciel shook his head. "Just tell the house keepers to take it easy today. No guests are expected." The ravenette said. He slowly stood, and walked to the opposite side of the room.  There he dressed himself in a plain tank and some shorts before lying down.

"Make it quick Sebastian, I would enjoy a foot massage, but I'm not trusting any of those others to be delicate with my body if they can't touch a plate without breaking it." He stated, quiet enough so that it would stay between them.

Ciel watched as his assistant left the room. This man should just be his butler. He already preforms all the respectable tasks, he just lacks the time. The man went home to a house full of cats every night, and if he wasn't careful, he'd set off Ciel's allergies.

The younger opened his social media, and began sifting through his feed. He had hoped to find something that wouldn't be a complete waste of his time, but there was nothing. Just the cycle of beauty gerus to sad ads that make you pay money. It was rather disgusting, seeing a lovely girl of which would grow on overpriced face masks and plastic surgery. Then the next page was toddlers who were preforming unsanitary jobs no adult could dream of, they probably won't live a day past fifty.

Growing depressed with the subjects, Ciel tossed his phone aside and lied himself on the floor. There was still time before breakfast. His eyes wandered across his dull walls to the velvety drapes, then onto the feathery white carpet. It was plain, but comforting. He was easily able to thrive in the confindment of his room.

After what seemed like hours of tracing the design on his throw blanket, Sebastian returned. The man slowly entered the room in attempt not to be disruptive.

"Would you still like a massage before breakfast, sir?" The ebony haired being questioned upon entering. His odd colored eyes peered over the sofa at his fallen superior.

Ciel raised himself to the couch, propping his feet upon the arm rest. The act alone was tiring. "Please." He whispered plainly, closing his eyes as he forced himself to relax.

The boy let out a sigh of relief when he felt large, and surprisingly warm, hands grip one of the appendages. The hands began to knead the youthful, yet tense, muscle. His touch was ever so gentle, it caused Ciel to shiver.

He listened to his bones creak from Sebastians rubbing. Only fourteen and his body was becoming frail. It was disappointing, yet he did his best to ignore it all. All the weight his parents have dropped upon him after their passing was aging him prematurely. If only the paparazzi knew how to control themselves... then a fire would have existed.

The Phantomhive was awoken from his thoughts by the loss of soothing hands. His vibrant miss matched eyes peaked open and he looked up at the man before him.

"Why'd you stop?"  Ciel demanded, his voice coming out more shaky and broken than he ever would have thought.

Sebastian shook his head. "Forgive me sir, but it appears you are crying..." He pointed out, wiping a tear from the smaller's cheek with the side of his thumb. The act shouldn't mean much, it was simply human nature to want to comfort eachother, but Sebastian had done the exact same thing all those years ago when his aunt learned she wasn't able to care for him.

Ciel frowned at the hope that manifested in his brain. It was all so silly how much he liked this man. Yet, he reached up to place his hand upon the other's. "It's alright...it wasn't you. You're completely okay. I was just thinking too hard." He confessed

"May I ask what kind of things could have made you so awefully upset?" Sebastian asked, carefully caressing the others porcelin cheek.

Sebastian knew the story. He knew it all. Tanaka has told him it countless times. The late Sir Phantomhive was a great lyrics writer, working with the same Victoria Ciel does. The boy's mother was more known. She was a beautiful lingere model. The young man certainly got all the good qualities from the two.

One night, during a social, the media surrounded the front gates. They did all they could to get decent photos of celebraties dress. That's when things got violent. Someone threw a firecracker over the gate, and it caught fire to the shrubery before it reached the ventalation, it all went downhill from there. Most guests survived, Ciel's aunt saved him at the last second, but his parents burned down with the building. No one was sure who threw the explosive, and it was likely no one ever will.

The boy pushed away the other's hand, he didn't mean to be rude, he just didn't want to deal with his pubesent horomones.

"You know why I'm upset, Sebastian." He groaned, shaking his head.

The adult nodded. "Yes, your birthday is coming up, and that means another social."

Ciel sighed. "I can't tell Lizzy no, she puts too much work into making it perfect."

The small male thought of his dear cousin. She has been closer to a sister for him his entire life. They grew even closer once his parents passed. The girl had such a pure soul.

"Hey, Sabastian?" Ciel asked.

"Yes sir?"

"I am ready for breakfast." He whispered.