Book of One-Sh!ts

[Bedazzled Inspired] Sebacield

Ciel Phantomhive: a desk worker for the terrible Funtom Company. His job was shit. His life was shit. His 'friends' were shit. This poor little potato of a boy couldn't socialize if his life depended on it. But he did have this one crush. This cute lil' french fry he wanted to get closer to. Her name was Doll. She was the prettiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. However, the girl was way out of his league.

The blue-haired male sat at the table, in the bar, associating with some of his co-workers. He'd tried to become friends with them, to fit in a bit more, but he could sense it wasn't working. He wasn't stupid, he could tell that they all tried to avoid him. When he had sat down, for instance, they'd all tried to move away. He should be used to this by now, but he was just in denial. A shame, isn't it?

That's when she walked in: the beautiful Doll. The air around her glowed with a radiance like no other. Everything else besides her was irrelevant when she walked into the room. Ciel blushed and they hadn't even made eye contact yet. 

"Oh would you look at that," Bardroy, Ciel's coworker whistled, "the little shrimp has a crush on the Funtom Company's #1 chick. Congrats."

"You should go talk to her," Mey-Rin giggled, knowing full well it was impossible.

Ciel didn't care what they thought. He had been watching Doll ever since they'd met. He'd only had one conversation with the girl, but he still felt they had a connection. It had to be more than just his imagination. Otherwise, everything would be too depressing. His life would be too boring without some sort of love interest. Standing up, he walked over to her, tapped her on the shoulder, and fidgeted looking at the ground.

"Hi," he muttered, hoping that words would come to him eventually, "I, uhm, my name is Ciel. We've met before at, uh, work, yeah? I held the door open for you that one time. You probably don't remember me, I know," Ciel scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and looked up at her. She smiled, really, honestly, truly, smiled at him.

"Oh? Have we? I think I might remember something like that," she said.

"You do?" Ciel's eyes widened but then he remembered, she was probably just being nice. He stood there, staring at the floor again, trying to think of something to say, to spark some more conversation, but when he looked up again, she was gone. Typical.

"I would do anything to get closer to her," Ciel muttered. Just then, right on cue, a certain male, with black hair, turned his head to those words. Time stopped for a moment, they made eye contact, Ciel wondered if this guy was actually looking at him. The male smiled. He was wearing a black suit. His red eyes glowed a tiny bit as he waved for Ciel to come over. The boy turned to his left, then to his right, making sure that the hot guy was looking at him and not someone else.

"Me?" Ciel mouthed.

"You," the male mouthed back. Ciel's body moved on its own. He was not paying attention to anyone around him. He walked over, very confused, and slightly turned on. Was he gay? Maybe a bit, but isn't everyone?

"Who're you?" Ciel asked, still very confused.

"Oh don't be like that, just come with me, I might be able to help you out," the male wrapped his arm around Ciel; leading him out the door. He smiled, with some ill intent, but our poor potato couldn't tell. This stranger led him to the parking lot. He separated himself a bit. Before proposing his suggestion.

"I'm The Devil," he clapped, deciding to get down to business. He'd had too many cases in one day and would really just like to get to the point. Ciel raised his eyebrow, did this guy have too much to drink?

"Don't believe me? Why doesn't anyone believe me the first time around? What do you want from me? A hula dance? Come on human, I'm trying here. It's been a really long day, and I have a quota to fill. Okay? So if you don't mind. I'd really appreciate if, you know, you'd just take my word for it," the male sighed, shaking his head.