#perfect description for hikaru's approach towards love

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Can you even feel? Do you even register my touch? Will you ever be able to love me someday? I know you're made of steel But does it even hurt to see me bleed? Will you ever know what it means to be human?

I DON'T KNOW HOW...

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Phyrric (Part One)

Genre: Fanfiction (SebastianxCiel)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Not applicable

Description:

pyr·rhic /ˈpirik/ adjective (adj.) Definition: (of a victory) won at too great a cost to have been worthwhile for the victor. A Pyrrhic victory (PIRR-ik) is a victory that inflicts such a devastating toll on the victor that it is tantamount to defeat. Someone who wins a Pyrrhic victory has been victorious in some way, though the heavy toll negates a true sense of achievement or profit. This can be equivalent to a battle, a war, or in this case, giving up your life and pride for a loved one who as neither. In this case, death. In this case, loving a demon at the expense of your very humanity.

A Sebaciel (Sebastian x Ciel) au

Ciel's POV

ai·lur·o·phile /īˈlo͝orəˌfīl,āˈlo͝or-/ Noun (n.) a cat lover.

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"Are you sure?" It spoke.

"That's an order!" I screamed. I saw the demon's toothy smirk sparkle evilly in the darkness, sending a chill down my spine. He emerged from the darkness, his raven black hair falling over his demonic gaze.

"Yes, my lord."

* 9 months later

"Sebas-chan!" I yelled, setting down my writing implement and looking up towards the door. Sebastian, my chauvinistic butler, was there in an impromptu manner.

"Yes, young master?" He inquired, standing upright in front of my desk. I placed my hands, folded, in my lap, straightening my spine as I sat elevated.

"How goes the ridding of the rat infestation?"

He shook his head. "Not well, my lord." There was a crash from the corridor as Mey-Rin ran past with a broom, yelling obscenities at the rodents. I sighed. This matter had gone on for far too long. I had to do something about it. The rats were all over the residence, and I was nearing my last nerve.

"Fine, then," I concluded. "Sebastian, get my coat."

"Yes, my lord," He brought the article of clothing to me, dressing me in the warm material. "Might I ask where we will be going?"

"Sebastian," I responded promptly. "We are getting a cat."

Sebastian paused. "A cat, my lord?"

"Did you not hear me, Sebastian? We are getting a cat." I adjusted the collar of my coat before striding towards the door to my office. Sebastian promptly followed.

"I hope you don't mind, my lord," Sebastian began. I shot him a look, causing him to grin before continuing. "Most house cats are less likely to kill rats than feral cats because they neither have to hunt any further than their food bowls to survive nor do they have access to many small creatures. The cats don't generally solve the rodent problem by killing rats and mice, although," He paused, scratching his chin and holding open the front door as I walked through. "The cats are game for doing so if they catch them. Rather, the cats simply leave their scent. Once rodents get a whiff of feline presence, they move on."

"And that, Sebastian, is why we are getting a cat."

I boarded the carriage as Sebastian instructed the driver on where we were going, him following shortly after and reclining across from me.

"Do you have any particular cat in mind, young master?"

"No, Sebastian."

Sebastian smiled brightly. "Can I assist you in selecting the feline, my lord?"

"I don't see why not," I returned the facial expression with gratitude.

The ride was mainly in silence. We soon reached our destination. I glanced up at the sign above the establishment as I was exiting the carriage, which read, 'Raito Fantasutikku Neko No Ie'. (Translation: Light's Fantastic Feline House)

We entered the shop - which was more of a house, now that I look at it, which makes sense - and took in the large number of felines that were moseying about. A man appeared in the doorway to our left, and approached us.

"Hello, young men! Here to adopt a cat, I presume?"

"Yes, kind sir," Sebastian answered.

"Well, come on, then!" The hazel-eyed man gestured for us to continue into the house. We entered a room with twice the number of cats, along with a black-haired man with dark circles under his eyes sitting in a recliner, petting a calico cat with green eyes. A large number of cats suddenly attacked Sebastian's legs, rubbing against him and purring loudly.

I met Sebastian's eyes, and he just shrugged. "I'm a cat person," He grinned widely as he bent over to pet some of the felines.

*

The ride home was not as silent as I had hoped it to be, but still pleasant. I was cradling a midnight-black female cat with grey patches and blue eyes.

"We could name it Patches," I opted, rubbing her stomach. "Or should we go for a more common name, like Nao or Masaki?"

"I didn't take you for a cat lover, my lord,"

I blushed. "I-I'm not, of course not." The cat purred and nuzzled my cheek, and I poked her nose and set her in my lap as I scratched her soft belly.

Sebastian laughed softly. "I think your actions would beg to differ, young master." He folded his hands in his lap. "Have you selected a name yet?"

"No," I responded.

"The naming process is an important one," Sebastian began. "Our mind works like a thesaurus, and remembers the meaning rather than the individual words per se. A name without an emotional, non-verbal association will not be retained. A symbiotic relationship is necessary to embed it."

"But Sebastian, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. what does the name matter?" I countered, smirking at him.

"You see, my lord," Sebastian rebutted. "A rose may well smell as sweet if it was called something else, such as a thorny flowering bush, but the fact is that it wouldn't necessarily get the same emotional response."

I chuckled softly, as not to disturb the cat. "Sometimes, Sebastian, I wonder how on Earth you retain all of this information." I paused for a moment. "Well, we could name it Hikaru, or Michi, or Kiyoshi, or maybe Eiji! Or Dai, that would be funny." I continued to nuzzle the feline.

Sebastian chuckled. "Or Akuma." He mumbled.

I looked up at him. "Akuma, as in... demon?" I laughed out loud at the irony. "That's perfect!" I burst into hysterics, causing Akuma to jump off of my thighs and onto Sebastian's lap. Sebastian began to pet the feline, his lips curling into a smile.

"I'm glad you think so, young master."