Melting...

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A/N: Sebastian and Claude's relationship was 100% inspired by Snow Miser snd Heat Miser's in "The Year Without a Santa Claus".

Narrator's POV

Traveling on the sleigh was just as exhilarating as it was when Ciel first arrived in the icy realm.

Leaving the realm was still exciting, the blunette looked around in amazement.

As they went through the portal into the human realm, Ciel immediately began to feel hot and began fanning himself with his hand.

By the time they reached the swirling orange and yellow portal taht was occasionally spitting out ashes, the blunette was sweating up a storm.

His mismatched eyes widened as he saw the icy tips of his fingers melting!

"Master!" Ciel exclaimed, panicked, "I'm melting!"

"Oh yes, I nearly forgot." Sebastian nonchalantly said, snapping his black-tipped fingers

The living mirror immediately felt a wave of that wonderful cold surround him again.

Snow flakes were falling all around him, melting as soon as they touched the ground.

No water puddle had the chance to form at the bottom of the sleigh, fortunately, as it was so hot the water evaporated instantly.

Looking up, Ciel saw the source of the cold and snowflakes: a tiny cloud just a foot over his head.

The cloud was so fluffy and white, like a mountain of snow.

Now that he was no longing wasting away from the heat, the blunette looked around.

Unlike Sebastian's realm where everything was monochrome blue and had a serene beauty, this realm was colorful and visually loud.

The ground was covered in dried out grass and shriveled flowers; all the objects looked half melted or burned.

The sky shined brightly as the sun was high in the sky, it was so bright Ciel had to close his eyes —he was far too used to the eternal night of Sebastian's realm.

Eventually, the sleigh stopped in a stable that smelled like charcoal.

***

Ciel rubbed his eyes, able to see better now that they were indoors, "Is this it, master?"

"Nearly, precious mirror." Sebastian replied, helping him out and onto the dirt floor

The teen nearly slipped —used to walking on ice and snow that required light steps to navigate— he would have hit the ground if the Ice King had not held him stable.

Holding his master's hand, Ciel focused on keeping his balance as he was led into a palace made of stone.

Ciel could feel the heat soaked into the stones through the soles of his shoes, though the cloud keeping him cool prevented his icy toes from melting.

He was uncomfortable, but safe in this realm his body could no longer handle.

Before his icy evolution, Ciel most likely could be fine in this realm, well extremely sweaty, but as long as he didn't stay forever he would be alright.

But he wasn't a normal human anymore, he was redesigned to live forever in the arctic cold.

The living mirror was taken out of his thoughts when they arrived in a throne room.

There, sitting on a throne of obsidian, was a man that resembled Sebastian.

The Fire King had the same body build, same black hair and thin eyes and lips, strong jaw and high cheekbones.

The main differences where their eye colors —Sebastian having crimson and the other male had gold—, their skin colors —Sebastian being tinted pale blue and the other king tinted pale red—, and finally with their hair styles —Sebastian's being simultaneously messy and neat while his brother's was just neat.

Unlike Sebastian who dressed regally, the other ruler dressed formally with a modern twist.

The Fire King wore a charcoal grey dress shirt, black pants and black shoes.

"Hello, Sebastian." The Fire King greeted

The Ice King glared back, "Hello, Claude."

Ciel tuned out the conversation between brothers, looking at the other person in the room.

There was a boy around Ciel's age that had blond hair and pale blue eyes.

He wore a bright purple blouse, forest green short shorts, and black ankle boots.

Additionally, he wore black fishnets and had matching purple bows in his hair.

The boy approached Ciel, "I'm Alois."

"I'm Ciel." Ciel replied

***

The two teens talked, neither really noticing the two kings leave the room and go down the hall.

"So, what's the Ice King doing with you?" Alois asked, seeing they were alone

Ciel looked up at his snowflake diadem, "My master calls me his prince but I don't feel like one, I'm his mirror and his doll."

"Why are you being so formal while he isn't here?" Alois questioned, "We're alone."

Ciel looked down to face the blond, "He is my master and I will give him the respect he deserves. What do you call your master?"

"Arsehole," Alois replied, "old hen, big bitch. Claude isn't very stuck up about his title with me, he literally doesn't care what I address him as."

The blunette just blinked, the idea of being so disrespectful to his Master was unthinkable.

"If he is not your master than what are you to the Fire King?" Ciel asked, catching a few snowflakes in his palms

Alois gave a small smile, "Lover is the most accurate term, but that implies I'm just around for sex —I'd say spouse but I am not his equal. I don't know if there is a word that accurately describes our relationship."

Their conversation was interrupted by the kings returning to the throne room.

Ciel immediately noticed the blade Sebastian held.

It was a green so dark it looked black and looked like two vines wrapping around each other to create the sharp tip.

Alois whispered to Ciel, "Are they going to fight? Claude only gets Lævateinn out when he battles."

"My master says a fight is coming soon to his realm, not between them but with others." The living mirror replied, before realizing what the other male had called the weapon, "Wait? Lævateinn? My master Calle the weapon the Eclipse Blade."

Alois rolled his pale blue eyes, "These morons give everything and each other a million titles; Lævateinn, Eclipse Blade, psh posh."

Sebastian looked at the two teens, "Ciel, come, we're leaving."

"Yes, Master." Ciel replied, standing up and turning back to Alois, "Bye. I hope to see you again soon."

The blunette then followed his master out to the stable and to their sleigh...

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