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A/N: Ohh, look at you lucky buggars. Yes, you finally get your epicly long chapter. Oh, by the way...

Blockworld: Your reviews are really helpful. Actually, one of your suggestions inspired this chapter. Love you, brohannigan!

Flightless503: Ooh, now aren't you a genius? Maybe people at school will see them like this. c:

All you reviewer people are really keeping me motivated. Without you this story wouldn't even be as far as it is. Thank you!

Okay, enough babbling. Shall we begin? :3

Such a strange boy, I thought to myself as the long-legged blonde passed me in the halls. Strange, yet... intriguing. The boy's name was Alois Trancy, and that was pretty much all I knew about him. That and the fact that there were always fresh cuts on his inner arm-every day a few more cropped up. I didn't know why he was so sad, but I knew that he really didn't have any friends. In fact, he hardly said a word to anyone. He spoke only when spoken to, and seldom made eye contact with a person. It was just him and his notebook that he doodled in during class. Him and no one else.

It's okay to be a bit of a loner (hell, I'm one myself), but this wasn't normal. Even I had a few friends, and though I rarely spoke to them, I wasn't completely alone. Maybe he hated being around people. But it didn't seem like that. It seemed more like people hated being around him.

I didn't know what it was about this boy that people seemed to detest so much. It wasn't his appearance-the boy was actually quite... dashing if you will. Platinum blonde hair that was mussed up in an effortless sort of way, striking baby blue eyes that always seemed unoccupied and lonely. He was tall and thin, like a model almost, and had skin like milky porcelain. The short shorts and thigh highs were a bit much, I suppose, but it didn't seem to me like a justifiable reason for the poor boy to be completely shunned, and yet... people looked right through him. It was like he wasn't even there. I guess that's why I took pity on the boy. I guess that's why I decided to offer my help, to hold out a hand in hopes that he'd take it. He did.

After our meeting that first day, we began walking to school together regularly. At first he was really shy, just nodding and smiling when I talked. But as time went on, he began to talk to me, too. He would tell me that he missed his dad, Claude, and wished he would come home more. He'd tell me about his cat, Hannah, and how he felt bad sometimes for taking out everything on her. He told me about his triplet cousins that lived in America, and how he wished that they'd call more. How his little brother Luka died in a freak accident three years ago. He even told me about why he cuts his arm, what he does it with. He told me everything, and in turn I told him everything. How annoying Aunt Red is. How Sebastian's mortician friend always says creepy things to me that don't make any sense and refuses to answer to anything but 'The Undertaker'. How cousin Finny always brings that blasted dog thing and refuses not to let it trump everything in the yard. How it's actually really lonely around my place. How Sebastian isn't home until very late just like Claude. How my parents died in a house fire when I was only ten. I learned everything about him, and he learned everything about me.

Our friendship slowly began to grow. Alois started opening up, speaking out more and starting to take an interest in everyday things. He stopped calling me Ciel and started calling me things like hun, babe, and precious. I stopped calling him Alois and started calling him things like Lois, Lo, blondie, and the occasional Darling. He liked it when I called him Darling. I liked to do it.

Soon I stopped hanging out with everyone else and it was just me and Alois. We were the Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, Jack and Zero. We sat at a lone table at lunch, our conversation consisting of inside jokes and stupid shit only we would find funny. He started coming over all the time, after school, and spending the entire weekend with me. Sometimes, if Claude was out of town again, he would stay on weeknights so he didn't have to be alone. Alois hated being alone. It scared him, and the last thing I wanted was for him to start doing...that again. So I let him stay. Not that I wouldn't have either way.

That's right, the more that Alois and I hung out, the less and less cuts started appearing. He was finally happy-I had made him happy. For some reason, it gave me butterflies to thing that I was the one who could make this gorgeous boy content, that I could make his life better. It made me feel like I had a place, something I had never really experienced before.

As time went on, though, I started seeing Alois differently. Suddenly his blonde hair was lovely, I just wanted to bury my face in it. His eyes were beautiful, and I cursed whenever I couldn't see them. His voice became like silk, his lips like the most desired Swiss chocolate, His legs that seemed to go on forever created an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, especially with those short shorts on. Oh, God, the short-shorts.

For a while I wondered what exactly it was. Had Alois changed? No, he hadn't changed at all. And it took me a good amount of time to realize that that's exactly what it was. He was Alois. And I was in love with him.

A/N: Hopefully this is long enough. Ended sooner than I thought it was going to, but I'm trying here, 'kay? By the way, Jack and Zero are the pumpkin king and his dog. You know, the nightmare before Christmas? Yeah. Clever, right? Right? And I just had to say something about the shorts. Oh, the shorts.

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A/N: Ohh, look at you lucky buggars. Yes, you finally get your epicly long chapter. Oh, by the way...

Blockworld: Your reviews are really helpful. Actually, one of your suggestions inspired this chapter. Love you, brohannigan!

Flightless503: Ooh, now aren't you a genius? Maybe people at school will see them like this. c:

All you reviewer people are really keeping me motivated. Without you this story wouldn't even be as far as it is. Thank you!

Okay, enough babbling. Shall we begin? :3

Such a strange boy, I thought to myself as the long-legged blonde passed me in the halls. Strange, yet... intriguing. The boy's name was Alois Trancy, and that was pretty much all I knew about him. That and the fact that there were always fresh cuts on his inner arm-every day a few more cropped up. I didn't know why he was so sad, but I knew that he really didn't have any friends. In fact, he hardly said a word to anyone. He spoke only when spoken to, and seldom made eye contact with a person. It was just him and his notebook that he doodled in during class. Him and no one else.

It's okay to be a bit of a loner (hell, I'm one myself), but this wasn't normal. Even I had a few friends, and though I rarely spoke to them, I wasn't completely alone. Maybe he hated being around people. But it didn't seem like that. It seemed more like people hated being around him.

I didn't know what it was about this boy that people seemed to detest so much. It wasn't his appearance-the boy was actually quite... dashing if you will. Platinum blonde hair that was mussed up in an effortless sort of way, striking baby blue eyes that always seemed unoccupied and lonely. He was tall and thin, like a model almost, and had skin like milky porcelain. The short shorts and thigh highs were a bit much, I suppose, but it didn't seem to me like a justifiable reason for the poor boy to be completely shunned, and yet... people looked right through him. It was like he wasn't even there. I guess that's why I took pity on the boy. I guess that's why I decided to offer my help, to hold out a hand in hopes that he'd take it. He did.

After our meeting that first day, we began walking to school together regularly. At first he was really shy, just nodding and smiling when I talked. But as time went on, he began to talk to me, too. He would tell me that he missed his dad, Claude, and wished he would come home more. He'd tell me about his cat, Hannah, and how he felt bad sometimes for taking out everything on her. He told me about his triplet cousins that lived in America, and how he wished that they'd call more. How his little brother Luka died in a freak accident three years ago. He even told me about why he cuts his arm, what he does it with. He told me everything, and in turn I told him everything. How annoying Aunt Red is. How Sebastian's mortician friend always says creepy things to me that don't make any sense and refuses to answer to anything but 'The Undertaker'. How cousin Finny always brings that blasted dog thing and refuses not to let it trump everything in the yard. How it's actually really lonely around my place. How Sebastian isn't home until very late just like Claude. How my parents died in a house fire when I was only ten. I learned everything about him, and he learned everything about me.

Our friendship slowly began to grow. Alois started opening up, speaking out more and starting to take an interest in everyday things. He stopped calling me Ciel and started calling me things like hun, babe, and precious. I stopped calling him Alois and started calling him things like Lois, Lo, blondie, and the occasional Darling. He liked it when I called him Darling. I liked to do it.

Soon I stopped hanging out with everyone else and it was just me and Alois. We were the Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, Jack and Zero. We sat at a lone table at lunch, our conversation consisting of inside jokes and stupid shit only we would find funny. He started coming over all the time, after school, and spending the entire weekend with me. Sometimes, if Claude was out of town again, he would stay on weeknights so he didn't have to be alone. Alois hated being alone. It scared him, and the last thing I wanted was for him to start doing...that again. So I let him stay. Not that I wouldn't have either way.

That's right, the more that Alois and I hung out, the less and less cuts started appearing. He was finally happy-I had made him happy. For some reason, it gave me butterflies to thing that I was the one who could make this gorgeous boy content, that I could make his life better. It made me feel like I had a place, something I had never really experienced before.

As time went on, though, I started seeing Alois differently. Suddenly his blonde hair was lovely, I just wanted to bury my face in it. His eyes were beautiful, and I cursed whenever I couldn't see them. His voice became like silk, his lips like the most desired Swiss chocolate, His legs that seemed to go on forever created an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, especially with those short shorts on. Oh, God, the short-shorts.

For a while I wondered what exactly it was. Had Alois changed? No, he hadn't changed at all. And it took me a good amount of time to realize that that's exactly what it was. He was Alois. And I was in love with him.

A/N: Hopefully this is long enough. Ended sooner than I thought it was going to, but I'm trying here, 'kay? By the way, Jack and Zero are the pumpkin king and his dog. You know, the nightmare before Christmas? Yeah. Clever, right? Right? And I just had to say something about the shorts. Oh, the shorts.