For the past couple days, I've been watching and looking. Taking more photos of Alois-sama, and finding out many things about his friends and his general lifestyle. I usually spend most of my time just laying in bed, or in school, but now I have a cute little hobby. Photography. I would never change the photos though, Alois is perfect just the way he is.
I was sitting on the bleachers of my P.E class, and lied about feeling like i'm going to have an asthma attack just to sit down. Alois-sama was in the same P.E class as I, and I was watching him run the mile with everyone else. He strode in front with long strides, making everyone behind him seem like slow failures. But that's just what angels do, shine brighter than others. Spread their wings so wide that everyone behind them is blocked out by the shadow it casts.
I wouldn't mind being in his shadow.
I'm practically being covered by him.
It was funny actually. Really funny. Alois-sama wore the female gym clothes, but nobody objected this, not even the coach. It was fun to see him run around in short shorts. When Alois finished running the mile, I had just finished doing my math homework for my next class, because I was too busy yesterday. I stare at him, with open eyes. He can run a mile, and when he's done, he looked like he just finished getting ready for a date, he looks so perfect.
Once again, the bell rang. Filling up my fantasies with a loud 'rrrrrriiiinnngg' and I pack my things, shoving them forcefully into the small bookbag I have. I was just about to walk back into the locker room when I felt someone bump my shoulder,
"Hey Ciel!"
"H-hello Alois. . ."
"Where were you at lunch? I didn't see you anywhere!"
"I was busy."
"Doing what?"
". . . . Photography."
"Oh cool! You can volunteer for yearbook and take everyone's picture! You get to miss an entire day of school!"
"Oh really. . ?"
"Yeah! I wouldn't miss it if I were you."
I was about to respond, until the boy that Alois was chatting with yesterday showed up. I took my time to actually find out who he was, and he was a girl actually. She goes by the name Doll, and that's all I really know about her. I stare at her, and I felt my body start to tremble. She is really touchy. All she ever does is touch Alois. Hug him, playfully punch him, hold onto him, and her voice is annoying and stuffy.
As I was trying to calm myself down, they were already gone, and I saw him being dragged away. I saw all the light in the room leave once he left, I saw my joy being carried also, my light, my passion, my love. I won't get too upset, this time though. Soon, I change from my gym clothes and walk over to my locker once again.
I jumped when I saw two arms slam down on both sides of me, trapping me in. I turn quickly and look at the person, and I recognize their face, it was the person who saw me when I took the picture of Alois a couple days ago.
"I know you, Ciel Phantomhive."
"What?"
"I know everybody here. I know that you're obsessing over Alois, I see the way you look at him. I know you're taking photos."
"Who are you?! Another Dere?! He's mine you can't have him!"
"Calm down Ciel. . . I can help you, I want to help you. . ."
"Go on."
"I know everything about everyone. Just text me if you want answers to anything. Or find me, I'm usually in the library."
"I don't have your numb-"
I stop and look at the phone in his hand, it was mine. His number was in my contacts, and somehow already got a photo taken in it.
"Don't ask." He starts, "And change your password. 'AloisTrancy' is a bit obvious with you." He chuckles, before dropping the phone. I pick it up from the ground, and he was gone when I looked back to where he was. I look back down at my phone, as it dings a name. . .
Jack: "Just send a message with whatever you need to find out, my prince."
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Nobody Else! [Cielois AloisxYandere!Ciel]
FanfictionCiel Phantomhive. The seemingly small and innocent boy that lost his parents years ago in a fire, and he wore an eyepatch because he got from an injury trying to escape the replica of hell that was created in the small house. The same story that was...