Shota -Ciel Phantomhive-

"You look like a Shota." she said, eyes that suited her name sparkling with the mischief I had come to adore, "But you're a cute shota."

Now that I think about it, those words didn't really make much sense. As far as I was aware, the whole point of a Shota was that they were cute. But those were there first words she said to me, my Violet. She always would be my Violet, even in the arms of another. Though, as I had told Sebastian many a time, there could never be another. If there ever was a hint of one, he would slowly disappear without a trace, recieving his punishment for daring to lay his filthy hands on my Violet.

"Now you look like a Shota more than ever, Master Ciel!" my Violet giggled, as I fidgeted in the ridiculous costume that Elizabeth had forced me into. I swallowed the lump of embarassment that forced itself into my throat, and sent her a meaningful look. She quietened, but a silly smile still played on her lips. Elizabeth, however, seemed pleased that I had silenced the girl who was mocking her taste.

I had not silenced my Violet for Elizabeth's sake. Elizabeth simply did not deserve to hear the beautiful symphony that was my Violet's laughter. It was my wish to reveal this, but I could not bring myself to. Elizabeth wasn't the problem- no, I could not care less what she thought- it was more my Violet. Many a time I had attempted to leave some clue to my Violet; she was a smart girl, and well versed in understanding my many quirks and hidden motives, so she would figure it out. But each time, the words would stick in my throat, and drag themselves back to the deep recesses of my mind.

What was it that Sebastian called it?

Ah yes; fear of rejection.

I was not the sort of person that should like to admit to having a fear, but there it was. Running soul deep, unwilling to remove it's fastened claws from my being. The one thing keeping me from being with my Violet, properly. My adorable, beautiful, otaku, Violet.

In comparison, Elizabeth was a mere wilted daisy in the shade.

If I could lock my Violet away in the attic of my home, I would. I would chain her to the wall and keep her there, for my eyes only. However, a flower needs the sunlight to bloom, and I don't think I could bear to see her wilted and broken down, too tired to live any longer. As much as I might like to hide her from the world, it was the world that made her who she is, the world that made her my Violet. Mine, and mine alone.

"M-master Ciel?!" the delicate, whimsical voice of my Violet pulled me from my daydreams, and I remembered where I was- learning the waltz. Her hand was gripped in mine, and her waist pulled to me, bringing the rest of her fragile body to me. A slight red coloured her cheeks, her violet pools wide, embarassed. I let out a chuckle, a bout of Sebastian-like courage refreshing my system.

I let go of her hand, and rose mine to her chin, gently caressing the side of her face, "Does this make you uncomfortable, Violet?"

"U-um, a little, Master Ciel." she stammered, and I could feel my smirk widen into a crooked smile.

"But why?" I asked, feeling ever-so-slightly evil, "We are merely learning the waltz, my Violet."

I noticed that she blushed just that bit more at that last sentence- I suspected that it was because I had referred to her as being mine.

"P-perhaps we should g-get back to that, M-master Ciel. If anyone s-should come in, t-this would be misread and seen as i-improper." she seemed to wince with each stutter, no doubt cursing herself. I really wish she wouldn't.

In response, I only tightened my grip on her waist, pressing her closer to me. "Maybe I want people to see this as improper."

Before she could respond, I tilted her chin up, and captured her lips with mine. She had captured my heart... it was the least she could do to repay me.

I leaned back, that same, much abhorred fear leaking back and stealing my composition. Why in hell did I do that?! I was such a fool. Who knew what could possibly be running through my Violet's mind at this moment?

"M-master Ciel..." she whispered, flushed, and then the strangest thing happened.

All trace of a blush vanished from her face, and her shell-pink lips, that I had finally claimed as my own, spread into a sly grin.

"It's a good thing I like Shota's, hm, Master Ciel?" she asked, cheekily, as I stared at her in shock, "Now, let's get back to the waltz, shall we?"

I would have to be wary of my Violet. She was, without a doubt, the best actress I had ever come across.

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Hehe. So just when poor Ciel thinks that he has come out on top, he finds that he has been fooled again! Ho ho ho (as Tanaka would say).

Well, hope you all enjoyed this one. Feel free to request characters! I do pairings (any except SasuSaku and SasukexKarin (blech), and that includes yaoi, and yuri, not just het), and characterxOC. I do not, however, take requests for lemons. :P

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