My Dirty Little Secret

Secret One-Hundred: Tattoo

"You do know, that everyone in Svante gets a tattoo after they are initiated," Izaya said, "the people clearly enjoy you, so have you thought about what tattoo you want?" the raven-head leaned his head on his hand, looking at Ciel, who was sitting across from him in the bar. Svante had closed hours ago, now the only thing left was this. 

"Don't tattoos hurt? Like, a lot?" Ciel questioned, a bit nervous about that.

Izaya nodded, "you shed about 50,000 dead skin cells a day, so they have to go deep into the layers of skin in order to make sure the ink doesn't disappear. It's pretty painful, but, you'll get over it, especially if you're drunk," Izaya smirks, getting out the catnip tequila. 

"D-drunk?" Ciel asked, remembering the last time he had gotten drunk. It hadn't been a pleasurable experience, for him anyway, "is that completely necessary?" 

"Yes," Izaya deadpanned, "or would you rather turn into a masochist? Like Gray?" he questioned, pointing to the male. Gray grinned, completely ignorant of the statement. 

Ciel grabbed the bottle, nope, he would not like to become Gray. He was in no way going to allow himself to become a masochist, not in this lifetime. As to where he would like the tattoo, he wasn't sure about that. He had always told himself that his eye, would be the place to defile, but was a tattoo there even possible? There could be no harm in asking, right? Even if he did sound stupid...

"Yes," a voice said. Ciel jumped. There was a stranger in Svante, sitting next to him. He was covered in tattoos himself, with his eyes entirely black. Had he read his mind? Did he know what Ciel wanted before Ciel had even asked? Was he a psychic? 

"It is possible," he spoke, pointing to his own eyes, "I can do it, as to the design, that will be a first. If you are willing, I can attempt it," he said, outstretching his hand for a handshake. Ciel took it, only to have his hand be turned over and examined thoroughly, "you're Vincent's son, aren't you? Your boyfriend is Sebastian Michaelis, no? The tattoo that you've always wanted, it's the Faustian mark I gave The Butler. You want it in your eye, similar to an engagement ring, because it'll be a pact, a contract, like marriage is for most. Your stripper characters, are connected, you want that to be the case, so he can't get rid of you, since a part of him will always be permanently marking you. Has he even said yes? Will you invite me to the wedding?" Ciel couldn't answer all of the questions being asked of him, he was still getting over the whole 'psychic' vibe. What was this man's name? He hadn't said it yet, had he?

"Uta."

"What?" Ciel blinked.

"That's my name, now, come with me, shall we get started?" Uta said, keeping his hold on Ciel's hand, he grabbed the Catnip Tequila and dragged the boy off into the special room. Every member of Svante needed a tattoo, so why not have their own personal tattoo station? Izaya smiled, excited for the result. After all, the whole thing didn't seem possible, no one even knew how Uta managed to do it. Maybe the guy was some sort of demon himself, a ghoul, or just a magical fairy. In any case, Ciel got his wish. He was able to get the mark, just as he had asked for, with little difficulty, with little side-effects. 

"How does it look?" Ciel questioned, lifting his eye-patch to show the others. Sebastian held up his hand to Ciel's face, an exact replica. Uta did that all by memory, the guy must be a super-human, he concluded.

"It's perfect," Sebastian smiled. 

"Good, it has to be, you're my butler now," Ciel smirked, "for life. It's in the contract."

Sebastian said nothing, instead, he got on one knee, placing a hand over his heart. Sebastian bowed his head to look at the ground. The smile he wore stayed on his face all the while, before he said the soon-to-be familiar phrase, "Yes, My Lord."

Gray looked to Alois, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "kinky, they've got a master/servant relationship going on now."

"Are you really that surprised?" Alois questioned, he certainly wasn't, in Alois's fanfictions this was already happening. He had created a whole realm, where Ciel was the 'Young Master' and Sebastian was his 'loyal dog'. He called it 'Black Butler.' Needless to say, it had gotten him a lot of votes and views. People loved the relationship, the fact that it was based off of real people made it so much better. Alois wasn't just a blonde with a pretty face, he knew exactly what the fans needed in their lives, even when they didn't know themselves...

"I'm going to miss the pure-hearted little Ciel that was pining for The Butler. You were so cute in your stupidity! Now look at you, you're practically already married," Izaya said, waving his hands about. He sighed, remembering the good ol' times.

"Don't talk about it like this is the end," Ciel said, crossing his arms, "I'm sure there will be plenty of interesting characters that wander through those doors. Svante isn't closing, why are you all depressed?" he gestured to all of the sad workers.

"This is the last chapter of the fic though," Gray let out a deep sigh, "we won't be able to see anyone again till the next one, whenever that is. Do you know that Author-Chan isn't planning to write a fic for Kuroshitsuji in a long time? She wants to write some Original Works after this one..." Gray said, facetabling. 

"Now hold up," the ceiling began to speak, "who told you that?!"

"Author-Chan?!" Ciel squinted at the ceiling, "are you talking through the ceiling again? I thought we went over this already. You shouldn't do that. It's starting to become a bad habit of yours. Plus, this chapter was supposed to be meaningful. It's the last one, why are you making it crack?!"

The ceiling didn't reply for a while, trying to find a good comeback, none came, "listen children, I am going to write another Kuroshitsuji fic, it just won't be Sebaciel. It'll be Vintaker. I do want to write an original story before that one, but it probably won't last that long. So you don't need to get so sad!"

"But that's Vintaker! That isn't Sebaciel! You won't have any need for them," Gray huffed, "or me, because I'm not even a part of that."

"Excuse you," the ceiling sassed, "when have I ever written something for just the ship I mean to?! This fic was meant to be for Sebaciel originally, and it turned out being a bunch of different things mashed into one! I haven't been able to write a fic for one ship in a long time! And those rare times that I do, it ends up being really short! Besides, why are you complaining about Vintaker? I've corrupted you into loving it just as much as I do!"

"Ah, well," Gray began, "no, you're right, you kind of have..."

"Thank you very much," the ceiling huffed.

"Group hug!" Grell randomly announced, outstretching his arms. Everyone crowded about wrapping their arms around each other. 

"So, now what?" Shizuo asked, after they had been standing like that for a good ten minutes.

"We'll see you again, next night," Izaya looked towards the imaginary audience.

"Iza, that's the wrong thing," Alois mentioned, "that's for Vampire Knight." 

"Well do you have any better ideas?" the raven-head glared.

"Stay tuned for the next episode," Grell spoke up.

"No, that implies there will be a sequel and we all know there won't be," Ciel corrected.

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to say?! 'It was a pleasure doing business with you?' That is too boring!" Grell rolled his eyes. 

"We love the gay buttsex!" Gray yelled, at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked to him, they should've expected something like that from him, why didn't they this time? They all shrugged, and decided, why not? You only live once. Unless you're a fictional character, because then they can bring you back to life as many times as they want. Unless the author is a dickhead, because then they won't, and you'll just stay dead even though the fandom loves you. 

"We love the gay buttsex!" each and everyone yelled, even Ciel, who never says such things...