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Cuts and Cake

By kawaiilotte

Mystery / Romance

Puke and Carrot Cake

Chapter 1:

Early in the morning of a cold winter's day, Ciel Phantomhive alighted from his aunt's car and gulped at the imposing sight in front of him. Beyond the metal gates in front of him was his local secondary school which was cobbled together from new and old buildings. The reason he found such a normal sight so intimidating was that it was his first ever day of school.

School meant that he would just be one small person in a mass of students and even more terrifyingly he would have to interact with other people his age which was something that he detested greatly due to the fact that he had spent his childhood devoid of contact from people that were not related to him and the more people that saw him the more chance there was that someone would see the cut marks on his wrists.

He fingered his eye patch nervously and smoothed out his black trousers and blazer before poking his head back into his aunt's car for one final attempt at persuading her out of her idea.

"Aunt Angelina, do I have to go? I stick out a mile and people will bully me," he whined before attempting a manipulative puppy dog look.

His red haired aunt gazed at him unsympathetically and leaned over to push his head out of her car.

"No Ciel. It's time you met other people your own age and made friends. I know that you're extremely intelligent from all the books you read and the tutors I hired, but you need the experience of going to school."

"But Aunt An-"

"I can't believe you're related to me sometime," she sighed before softening. "It's for the best Ciel. Remember your cousin Lizzie is in your year so you can ask for help if you get lost and you can hide your eyepatch with your hair. Bye."

She pulled the car door closed and drove off with a squeal of gears leaving a trail of exhaust fumes behind her.

"That is not a comforting thought," he muttered and began walking to his personal hell.

After a brief 20 minute talk with the headmaster in his cluttered office Ciel was led to his first lesson of the day-English. He hoped that his class would be studying a sophisticated book rather than the tosh he had heard was taught in state schools.

The man who was leading him was his new form tutor who felt pity for the slip of a boy waling behind him with a deep frown, a heavy back pack, sleeves pulled over his wrists. He decided that a few words of comfort were needed to cheer the boy up.

"Now Ciel, school isn't as bad as it may seem at first. Just smile, talk and you will make plenty of friends," he smiled as an example.

Ciel simply nodded. He was incapable of smiling naturally and his aunt claimed that his fake smile would care small children away. That didn't matter though: he wasn't in any need of friends.

"Ah room 103. We're here," the teacher stopped outside the door and Ciel patted his hair to make sure that it was obscuring his eye patch on his right eye.

The teacher opened the door and the class' attention instantly switched to the boy in the doorway. All apart from the dark haired teenager in the back row who was doodling aimlessly in his exercise book.

Ciel felt as if he would combust on the spot from all the stares that everyone was giving him. The English teacher cleared her throat and brought the class' attention back to her.

"You must be Ciel Phantomhive. Your seat is the one over there," she pointed to a table in the second row from the back in front of the scowling black haired teenager who was now staring at Ciel along with the rest of the class.

As she spoke Ciel absorbed the details of the room to see if it matched his prediction of what secondary school was like. There was a whiteboard with a projector at the front of the room and the back wall was lined with bookshelves. The walls were a pungent shade of yellow and the chairs were bright blue and plastic. It did match his preconception of secondary school although he had been expecting worse.

As he took his seat and sat down his ears heated up as he overheard the whispered comments of his classmates. They were concerning his gender, how cute he was and the peculiarity of his name. At least no one had spotted his eye patch or noted that his sleeves were pulled down.

He eyed the boy sitting next to him nervously as he was very burly, smelled strongly of smoke and his uniform looked almost as if it had been burnt in a fire.

"What is your name?" he asked politely after he had been handed a blank exercise book and reading book. "I'm Ciel."

"Me? I'm Bard. Wow, you speak really poshly," he gasped.

Please don't tell me I have to sit next to this moron for the rest of the year, Ciel groaned internally. He prayed that the people in the remainder of his classes would be smarter than Bard.

"Um Ciel, can I ask you a question?" Bard leaned towards him hesitantly.

Ciel coughed at the strong odour of smoke coming from him.

"You already asked me one," he sighed. "What is it?"

He hoped that it would be a sensible question, then he noticed that the rest of the class were staring at them and listening in.

"Are you a girl or a boy?"

That was the last thing that he had expected to hear. Was it really that hard to work out? He was wearing the male school uniform and used a backpack. He sucked his breath in to calm in himself down before he answered.

"I am a boy."

He heard the boy behind him snicker and he turned round in his seat to glare at him. Their eyes met: azure to scarlet and Ciel felt a strange feeling that he had never felt before- a pleasant, light and floaty feeling. Unsure of what it meant he glared at him before turning around to face the teacher her give her his full attention.

"In preparation for the exam we will be studying "Of Mice and Men" and analysing the themes and symbolism," she announced as Ciel picked up the copy of the book that was on his desk and let out a small groan. He had studied the book before with his English tutor and had written several essays about it. To rehash it all now would be painful like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone.

However for Ciel, one good thing came out of his first lesson at school that he hadn't known before: he learnt the name of the teenager that had laughed at him when the teacher had shouted at him for sleeping in class.

Sebastian Michaelis.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of school Ciel bolted to the nearest boy's toilets to rid himself of the after effects of his unhealthy school lunch. He locked the cubicle door behind him and threw up his pizza, chips and carrot cake.

There was one thing he was sure of: tomorrow he was bringing his own lunch. Greasy school food did not suit his metabolism. The carrot cake had been nice, he reflected, although a little dry.

Someone banged the door of the cubicle next to him and he his haste to throw up he had forgotten to check if the bathroom was empty. He hoped that it was someone that wouldn't tell other people that they had heard him throwing up. He straightened his uniform and flushed the toilet before walking out to wash his hands.

"So you're a bulimic then, Ciel," the other occupant of the bathroom turned round as he washed his hands and Ciel saw Sebastian Michaelis properly for the first time that day.

He had long black hair with longer parts at the front that covered parts of his pale face and there were black earphones hanging out of his blazer. Under his eyes were defined black bags, suggesting that he had had lots of late nights.

"I didn't throw up deliberately," Ciel protested vehemently. "I think I have food poisoning from the school lunch."

Sebastian grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Sounds like someone is in denial. Wait a second," he said as he looked down at Ciel's wrists.

Ciel pulled his sleeves down, but it was too late. Sebastian grabbed his arm and pushed back one of the sleeves of his blazer to reveal a set of slash marks criss crossing his arms and wrist. Some were faded, but others were more recent, highlighted by the whiteness of the skin and skinniness of his wrist.

"So as well as being a Bulimic you cut yourself too," he shook his head. "You're one messed up kid, Phantomhive."

Angry at being caught out Ciel snatched his arm from the other teenager's grip.

"It's none of your business Sebastian Michaelis. You don't know anything about me," he shouted and stormed out the door.

Sebastian watched his exit silently before smiling to himself. Now something new had come along to ease his boredom for while.

"Trust me Phantomhive, I'm going to make it my business and have some fun," he said softly to himself.

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