Shinigami Marching Band (Black Butler)

Chapter Nine ~ Memories and Dreams

This chapter is going to start out potentially a bit confusing if you aren't familiar with dream flashbacks but that is totally fine by me because here is your pre-warning. The warning, as usual, includes the typical cursing, sexual content, abuse, self harm, etc. And yes you should be expecting all of those things to just pop up individually at any given point. Well now that I have you concerned, ON TO THE STORY~

An eight year old boy with dark brown hair and glasses walked through his door, having just got home from school. He had developed a small crush that day, his first crush, and being as close to his parents as he was, he was eager to tell them. He walked into the living room and found that no one was in there. He heard faint voices coming from the kitchen and figured his parents were in there. He walked in on his mother and father seeming to be arguing about something, though he had no idea what it was. All he caught of it was "No he's perfectly normal, don't go labeling him." before the attention was turned to the boy. "Hello William, how was school?" His mother asked in a happy tone, vastly changed from the tone she had used only a moment ago.

"Ah yes, how are those grades, son?" His father piped in.

William smiled at his parents. "My grades are always great dad, you know that."

"I know, but you know how much we love hearing it." His dad replied, getting up from the table to get something to drink.

"Yeahh." William said a bit bashfully. "Oh, I almost forgot, mom guess what!?" He exclaimed happily.

"What is it dear?" She asked leaning in seeming highly interested.

"I-I think I have a crush." He said simply.

"Aww that's darling, why don't you tell me more about it in the living room?" She said, getting up and leading the way to said room. William followed and sat down indian style on the rug in front of the couch. "So who's the little cutie?" She asked.

William blushed just a bit and looked down at his hands in his lap. "Well um, I dont know his name yet, I just met him today. But he has this really pretty red hair and he's really fun to be around. Also he makes me smile a lot." Will said, finally looking up at his mother. Her expression was a pained smile and William didn't understand why she looked that way. He hadn't ever seen that look on her face before. "Mom, is something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, no it's nothing. I just need to go talk to your father for a bit. Why don't you get started on your homework and we'll call you into the kitchen when you're ready.

"Okay." He said simply.  He pulled his black backpack over to the coffee table and took out his homework. He heard yelling, his father's voice, coming from the kitchen. He couldn't hear all of it but he did hear a very loud. "I FUCKING KNEW IT!" come from the man whom he had never heard curse before in his lifetime. Will jumped a bit at the sound and ignored the muffled slew of expletives that followed the initial reaction.

He had finished all of his homework and had sat about for five minutes before his mother screamed for him to go to the kitchen. "WILL!" He hurriedly ran into the room and looked petrified when he laid eyes on his parents again. He cowered a bit and sunk to the floor afraid that he was in trouble. He had never been in trouble before.

"Y-yes? Am I in trouble? I'm sorry! I wont do it again, whatever it was!" He said quickly as he pulled his knees to his chest and huddled by the cabinets.

His mother softened her expression and sighed. "No, your father is over-reacting about nothing. But we need to talk to you. It's about something serious." She said sincerely.  William only nodded and waited for the speech he knew he was about to receive. "Okay so, Will, this is about your crush." She said slowly.