I did uploaded this before chapter 1 but I think it got deleted because I couldn’t find it, so I am just reuploadung it 🙂
This is my first fanfic posted online, so it may not be good. It’s a BDSM, bondage, incest, father/son (later on) and hard yaoi. Just warning, prepare tissue before you read.
“Mr Phantomhive, your son is a healthy baby, but Madam is…” the doctor changed his gaze and focus on Rachel Phantomhive. “Sadly, she couldn’t overcome the pain of giving birth and left. I am sorry, we already did our best.”
Sorrow filled his eyes when he heard of the news. He look at the newborn with rage, a rage he never felt so strong before. He hated himself for impregnating the mother, and hated the birth of the newborn, he just wanted him dead.
“Waaa…!” he held onto the baby, stood on the same position, totally ignoring the newborn in his arms even when he is crying loudly.
‘I shouldn’t shed tears for the sake of the name and reputation of Phantomhive. I shouldn’t and I wouldn’t.’ He thought to himself, confidently sure that he would shed tears, but he didn’t realize that tears already welled up his eyes. The doctors and nurses know that he need some time to calm down, so they left the room, leaving the newborn with his father.
Vincent took a few minutes to get himself back, he looked at the newborn and he opened his eyes. The pair of melancholy, dark sea blue eyes blinked for a few times. That pair of eyes totally resembles his eyes, it is so big and bulky that it can be a mirror. The pair of eyes reflect his face and he see himself, in bad condition. His eyes was red and swollen after crying so hard and painfully at the death of his wife.
“Good…bye…Rachel….I love… You…” his voice was fading away, he really did cry out loud, he is afraid now, afraid that the others outside heard him crying. He always view crying as something shameful and embarrassing for a man, more so for the man being a fully grown individual that is so successful and perfect in everything and every area. But the death of a family member made him feel that there is a hole in his life, a deep cavity that couldn’t be filled up.
He looked at the baby, thinking about how much the baby resembles his wife. That crystal clear and smooth skin. Vincent stroke them, as if what he always did to Rachel. The baby move his hands and pulled Vincent’s index finger, letting out a peaceful and happy smile. Look just like Rachel.
The next morning, when Vincent wake up, the first thing he do is go to the cradle beside his Queen size bed. He saw the innocent face of the baby sleeping soundly. After using the bathroom (sounds funny XD), he head down to the hall. He saw a red headed woman downstairs. She is Angelina Durless, the sister of Rachel, who love Vincent since young. Many people call her Madam Red for her hair.
“Good morning.” Madam Red greeted. “Are you ready to leave for the funeral?” Dressed in black dress and holding on to a black colored umbrella, make her look mature and charming. She racked through her whole closet for the best dress to charm Vincent, since her sister is dead.
“Yes. Have you eaten breakfast yet? We should eat together if you haven’t.” Vincent invitation made Madam Red overjoyed. She never thought that Vincent will still invite to eat with her only after her sister’s marriage. She lied that she haven’t ate yet. Being with Vincent does help her appetite.
They headed to the church. The place was in a low spirit. Everyone was either crying or just wiping away crocodile tears. Vincent keep a straight poker face for the whole time, Madam Red did the same even she is happy, happy that her chance of getting higher. She feel guilty for her thoughts, she know that it is a sinful thought, but she couldn’t help it.
“Vincent, let’s call him Ciel.”
Finally, it is finish and I am gonna say: my story may be moving at a slow pace and I need to set up everything. Since Ciel is still a cute baby, so i still need to write about what happen to his father. Please be patient >.<