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Ciel sat, or rather, lay, on a worn-down bench that faced towards a dead street. Rain poured down from the clouds as if that were all the sky could provide, which was not half wrong. Every day, he would just sit on the bench watching the sparkling droplets gracefully fall from the heavens above. It was all he could do. On rare occasions, a person would pass by the bench. But each time, they wouldn’t even glance at the dejected bench, and why would they? To the lowly mortal's eyes there was nothing there. No soul in need of closure, nor child in need of a home. But what even was a home? This was a question Ciel thought he could never answer.
Life can bring surprises. Some good, others bad. No one as forgotten and lost as Ciel would have the blessing of the experience one may call a miracle. Well, that was what he thought.
The muffled sound of heavy breathing filled the air, along with what Ciel thought was running. And with that, a boy came rushing round the corner. Thinking the person would pass by without a word, Ciel closed his eyes, drops of rain catching on his snowy eyelashes. He felt something wrap around his shoulders. A towel. The boy he had seen was kneeling in front of him with a soft smile. “You shouldn’t be sitting out in the rain.” His voice was gentle, but the soft smile that lay on his face turned into a concerned frown. “You could get ill. And this bench looks like it will collapse any minute now, if you were sitting on it when it did, you would roll into the lake.”
“You can see me?” Ciel’s own voice was sickly, a reason he dreaded speaking.
“Why wouldn’t I be able to see you?” the boy paused, “are you not human?” he said, as a smirk crept out from his teeth.
“What?! How could someone accuse the mighty-” he put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from saying any further information, before saying something else. “I am human!! And more human than you!!” With that, the strange boy burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach in the process. “What are you laughing about?!” Ciel responded.
“That was the worst lie I’ve ever heard!!” The boy responded, still laughing.
“And what makes you think I’m lying?!” Came the flustered voice of Ciel. But it really was the worst lie he had ever heard. If you saw Ciel, it would be clear he was not human. He had small angel wings growing from his ears, and not to mention he was currently floating in the air. When the realization finally hit him, blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them a claret shade of red.
The boy laughed even more, such a brief and pleasant moment to the likes of Ciel.
“How dare you, a lowly mortal, defy the almighty and powerful C-” Ciel was cut off by the boy before he could answer, “Ciel Hyades.” the boy knew who he was.
“How do you know who I am?” Ciel’s voice faltered, and it was so quiet due to the pitter patter of the falling rain.
“You’re a god, aren’t you?” a gentle smile came with his gentle words.
“Not quite.” Ciel paused, “I am afraid that my sorrows have drowned out any ability to stop the rain from falling.”
“Well, why don’t we drown out your sorrows with joy?” exclaimed the boy.
“Tell me, what is your name?” Ciel responded, his voice seemed much softer than before.
“Ah! I completely forgot!” he responded with a slightly frantic tone. “Lucien. Lucien Bennard!” he proclaimed, a grin spreading across his cheeks.
“Child of light.” He proudly announced. Lucien smiled in response. A smile so warm, it could melt even the icy heart of Ciel. One buried beneath all his worries and doubts. Patiently waiting for someone to take it home. Lucien then said his goodbyes as he was going to be late for his lectures and soon enough, he left.
Well, when he left it wasn’t for long, he came back the next day. The two chatted for a while until he left again. But sure enough, he would come back, and this cycle would repeat for quite some time.
One day when the two were having their friendly conversation, Lucien being the one dominating the conversation per usual, he suggested something.
“shouldn’t we get out of this rain? We wouldn’t want to get soaked! My dorm’s not too far.” He gleefully announced. “Are you asking me to come with you?” Ciel said.
“Well of course!” Lucien responded with the same joyful tone as always. Ciel took a moment to think before smiling and saying a quiet “alright.”
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The two boys were soon in Lucien’s small messy dorm room where they sat on the bed with fluffy blue towels. Ciel cocked his head when he noticed a big board on his wall. Pictures of various people and places were pinned on the wall with red string stretching across the board from picture to picture.
“What’re those pictures for?” Ciel asked as he turned to look at the messy haired boy that sat beside him. “That’s the latest case im working on,” he said.
“Case?” Ciel asked again,
“a lady has gone missing,” He paused for a moment, “it’s suspected to be murder.”
Ciel stood up and walked over to the board, studying the photos carefully, “not murder.” He said with a very nonchalant tone. Lucien seemed slightly taken aback by what Ciel had said. A small smirk crept out from Ciel’s teeth, and he put a finger to his mouth.
A few moments passed and Lucien decided to break the silence. “I’ll take a shower; I’d rather not catch a cold.” He said, as he sat up and went into the small bathroom. Only a few of the college dorms had their own bathroom, Lucien’s parents were paying extra for the room.
Lucien had grown up in quite a prestigious household, his parents were aristocrats and would always spoil him rotten as a child. But even so, Lucien had grown into the mess he was now. His shoulder length hair was always unbrushed, and rarely ever got washed. His off-white crinkled shirt was always untucked. His glasses were bent, and the left lens had a small crack down the side.
His hair was messy and silver and always covered part of his face. He had eyes as deep as the night sky, with white eyelashes that gently fluttered in the breeze. The way his eyes glimmered when he smiled, or how his cheeks turned a pinkish colour in the icy winter air. All of it gave Ciel a familiar sense of mesmerisation.
Ciel on the other hand was quite the opposite, he had a very pristine look about him. He wore classical ouji style clothes that were mostly coloured in a royal blue, as well as his clothes being made of silk. He had long ebony hair that reached just above his knees. His skin was like porcelain and the lustre of his pink opal eyes made him seem all the more graceful.
Time passed and eventually Lucien was yet again sitting next to Ciel on the damp bed. His hair dripped onto Ciel’s frail arm making him quiver, which made Lucien let out a muffled laugh. That was something Ciel had noticed. Whenever Lucien would laugh, he would cover his mouth with his palm, covering up his resonating smiles.