Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Ciel's Music Box ❯ How To Save A Life ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Narakus Faithfull Servant 
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.03.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.03.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
Hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you all for the beautiful reviews and feedback you’ve given me. Song lyrics in this chapter should show up in italics. I’ve been having trouble with the formatting for a few of these sites, so I’m hoping it works well. If not, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. And I’m also sorry for the long wait!
I do not own the lyrics, they belong to The Fray.
How to Save a Life.
Step one you say we need to talk
Sebastian stared down at the boy as he sat in bed. His elegant, huge… empty bed. Ciel was so small, so frail. He was swallowed whole by his numerous… countless… endless… blankets. His blue eyes stared back up at the butler and, for once, just for a second, Sebastian second guessed himself.
It was small and fleeting, but it was there. A chink in his armor. A stain on his pride. A tare in his web. The butler went back to his cart and adjusted the tea set as he was ought to do. There was nothing but silence. He had given his morning speech and Ciel had chosen to remain quiet up until now.
“I’d like to spend the day in my study.” He was always going there anymore.
With nothing else better to do, the boy spent hours and hours and hours reading and taking in as much information as he could. He’d read the paper, and then go through old books he found in the library. And when he was finished with those, he would go into the family archives and read up on the past.
“As you wish” Sebastian couldn’t concentrate.
He wasn’t lost. He hadn’t gone astray. Oh no. Not now. Not ever. He was a master of deception. King of all that was unholy. He would never ever have feelings for a small boy. Never for his master. Never for some human child.
But there it was. An unraveled thread. Rust on his sword. Mud on his shoes. A smear on his character. It nagged at him. Tore at his core. It would have tainted his soul if he had one.
“Sebastian?” Ciel stared at his butler.
It was so uncharacteristic of him. The way his eyes glazed over and he looked as though he was lost in another world. It was so sudden! He had just been about to push the cart over when he just… just… stopped. Stood right where he was and disappeared for a while.
Hearing his masters voice brought him back to reality.
“My apologies, I must have something on my mind.” Ciel turned his head upward in a haughty manner. He was cocky. Arrogant. All of the above.
“Yes… well… see to it that it doesn’t interrupt your duties. As a butler of Phantomhive, you shouldn’t be so careless about such things.” It seemed that the boy was beginning to return to his old self.
“Of course, my lord. I’ll begin by instructing the other servants on what chores need to be done for the day.”
“Nn.” He made no real response.
And with that, Sebastian was gone. Ciel knew he hadn’t forgotten to dress him for the day. He knew… he knew the butler wasn’t that dense and would have assumed, from the other night, that the boy wanted to be more independent. Regardless of if he could dress himself perfect or not, he would do it on his own. And if the butler wanted to correct his tie or fix the buttons on his shoes… that would be fine.
The demon slowly stepped into the kitchen. No, not because he was afraid, but because he had lost himself again. Lost in the endless sea that was Ciel. Drowning in his own thoughts. Choking on his desires.
“Disgusting” Sebastian almost spat out.
He cleaned his cart and searched around the kitchen for what he would need for Ciels afternoon tea. Not that he would need it any time soon but because he always liked to be prepared.
The butler knew he would not be good conversation this morning. Not that he ever made much conversation with the other servants if he didn’t have to, but… but… today was different. He didn’t want to see anyone or hear anyone. He didn’t want to smell their sweat or clean their messes or correct their grammar.
Nothing. None of it. Absolutely not. But he had to. It was his job.
Ciel snapped his shoe buttons into place and made his way to the door of his bedroom. Finally he had finished dressing. Finally he could get to his study. Finally he could be alone to think.
The boy walked the long distance to one of his favourite rooms. This time it didn’t seem as though time was skipping. He wasn’t losing track anymore. He could see the sun for what it was and didn’t regret that it had risen. Ciel thumbed his ring and turned a corner. The carpet almost silenced his footsteps and he idly glanced at a painting on the wall. Nothing was out of place. Everything was where it was supposed to be. Everything was going well. Everything was going to be okay.
Sure he liked Sebastian. Sure he could be sullen once in a while. Sure he was known to throw a fit and pout like a child. But today was going great. Today is the day that would help him feel better. And it would make sure that tomorrow didn’t change him, either.
He placed his hand on the knob and turned it. The door creaked and he took a step inside only to see his butler standing in the center of the room.
The butler had had a long time to think about what was going on. Long enough anyway. This was it. He had decided. There was no going back now.
“Young master… I believe we should have some words.”
The boy narrowed his eyes at the man. His day was going oh so well. Why would Sebastian possibly want to ruin him now of all days?
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
“What sort of words, Sebastian?” The child stood at the door, knob still clutched in hand.
“Please, take your seat.” The butler tilted his white gloved hand towards the large chair.
“I will take it when I see fit.” Ciel closed the door and stood where he was.
“If I may… there is no reason to be so apprehensive.”
“Just be out with what you want to say. Clearly it is important as you saw it urgent enough to interrupt me in my study before I even was able to sit.”
Sebastian smiled and bowed at his lord.
“Hm. Right then.”
He smiles politely back at you
To say that Ciel returned the butlers smile would be a total lie. Not even a smirk grazed his lips. He just stood there and waited. Waited for his butler to continue. But he didn’t. Not yet. Seconds seemed like decades and he hated it.
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
Sebastian glanced towards the window. Sunlight. The same sunlight that, earlier, The Earl was more than happy to see in his house was now a burden. A stain on their moods.
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
Ciel made a wide semi-circle around his butler and walked to his chair. He could feel the velvet beneath his child fingertips. Goosebumps tickled his skin as he felt the heavy musk of the emotions in the air. He was so nervous. So… so… sad. Surly this couldn’t be what he thought it was. He had no idea. No idea what was going on. Why Sebastian would talk to him like this. It was so… so… odd. So… inappropriate. He was almost angry. Almost miserable. Almost cracked.
You begin to wonder why you came
The butler could feel it. Feel Ciels emotions running down his back. And for the second time that day he felt… maybe… possibly… regret. Not that he was willing to admit it freely but… but… it was there. And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing… but this. He would do it. But it wouldn’t be easy.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
He didn’t know when the tables had turned or why, but he knew it could not go on. It wasn’t as if he was madly in love with the boy. No. Hardly. But these strange… electrifying… feelings were not meant for him. He hated them and he could already recognize what was going on in the back of his mind. Deep in his subconscious. It was there. Growing like mold. Leeching off of him. Spreading. Rooting inside of him like a weed.
When had he lost his hold over the boy and let the boy grab a hold of his coat tails? It had happened in the blink of an eye, too. Just something he did. The way he was sitting in bed. The way his eye lids drooped when he yawned. The way he stretched his arms up way over his head in the morning.
What had he done? When had this happened? When? When? They were no longer partners. He was no longer the master. The gatekeeper. He was being lead along by this little boy and he didn’t even know it. But this would not go on for long. Oh no. No.
No.
No.
This was horrible. A tragedy! Catastrophe! Oh woe was Sebastian! He was trapped. Ot quite like how he would hold Ciel. He would not allow himself to fall into misery. To shut himself off from the rest of the world. No. He was a grown demon! A master to the tee! And he would never ever let anything like this hold him down.
But still… it lingered. Still… it made his stomach churn. And he could feel that weight at the base of his spine. The way it sent chills up his heart and down his arms. This was. This was. This was guilt. And he couldn’t help it. He felt as though he had broken his toy. Chewed it one too many times. Ripped the seams. Left it out in the rain. And no amount of sewing could ever mend it together again. But still… but still he had to try.
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
If he knew. If he had known… if he knew what would happen. If he knew he would feel this for the boy, he would have done everything in his power to stop this before it started. And now that he had wormed his way into the demon, he could only feel regret. Sorrow. That green taste in the back of his mouth was there again and he continued to stare out of the window.
He knew he was going to break him. But… if he knew he would feel bad about it… this would be a different story. He could feel tingling in his fingertips. His shoulders were taught and he couldn’t find a comfortable spot for his tongue.
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
“Young Master.” The boy had taken his seat and crossed his legs.
He was looking at a book on the table. Apparently he refused to look at his butler. Sebastian took Ciels silence as the go ahead.
“I feel it best if we stopped what is going on.” The butler remained stoic as he glanced at the boy.
“Excuse me?” This time the boy was staring dead on at his servant.
“We both know what I mean. You are a smart young man and you know exactly what I am talking about.” Sebastian was being a little cross with Ciel.
But the boy didn’t know. He knew he must have been talking about his feelings for his butler, but not that there was anything going on. Not exactly anyway.
“So what do you suppose is going on?”
Sebastian took a step toward his master and stood at the side of his desk.
“These… feelings you have for me. They are natural. I am a demon and have chosen an attractive physique to aid you in your quest for revenge. And while, instinctively, I enjoy others suffering, this is not right. As of now you may not feel as though I am right in doing this, but it is best.”
It is best? It is best?! No. Certainly not. Was he telling Ciel that he had to stop loving his demon?
“Are you trying to tell me that I cannot feel for you any longer?” Foreign words passed his lips.
How out of character for the small boy. He felt frail. Unsure of his footing. He was positive he’d slip any minute and tumble to the jagged rocks below. Was he trembling? He wasn’t sure. He was numb at the moment. Ciel calves tensed and relaxed as he fought off the clash of feelings pummeling him.
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Sebastian stepped closer to the boy and dared to place a hand on his shoulder. His master tensed and relaxed. He half thought that he would receive a hard slap but it did not come. There were no harsh words. No cutting comments. No yelling. No crying. Nothing.
The boy just sat there and had gone back to staring at a book on his desk.
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
“Young Master. You know I will always be here for you. Even after you complete your revenge I will swallow your soul and you shall live on inside of me. While your conscience may have passed, you, yourself, will stay with me. You should not fear my intentions. Not now or ever. Feel for me if you wish, but it is foolish to fall for a demon no matter how tempting we may be. It is in your nature to want what you cannot have and, for that, I do not blame you. But I am here because of a contract. You summoned me and we had made a deal. I am yours until you complete your revenge. After that, this will all end. This is how things are. This is it. It is final”
And pray to God he hears you
The butler frowned and stared at the boy. Ciels big blue eyes were glazed over. He wasn’t lost. No. Hardly. He was just stuck for a while. Exploring his thoughts. Weighing his options. But still… he worried. Wondered about his master. Hoped he had gotten through to the boy.
And pray to God he hears you
Sebastian removed his hand from the child and decided to just stand next to him while he waited for Ciel to collect himself. There were no tears. Just silence. It was horrible. He hated it. But he knew humans needed time. And time was something that Sebastian had a lot of.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
The butler remained by Ciels side. He listened to his breathing. The way the wind swayed the roses in the garden. The way the clock seemed to tick forever. What had he done? He glanced over at the boy. His eyes weren’t glazed over anymore. Had he finished collecting his thoughts? Had he made a decision?
“So… you’re telling me to just stop?” Sebastian stared at the boy and waited for him to continue.
As he begins to raise his voice
“It doesn’t work like that, Sebastian. You can’t just stop having feelings for someone. You don’t just walk into someone’s room and tell them to knock it off. How dare you!” Ciel was breathing heavy and his hands were shaking with the force of his emotions.
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Sebastian watched as Ciel looked up at him. There were no tears. There was just anger. Just pure anger and pain. He spoke as soothingly as he could muster.
“I am not saying for you to stop. I am trying to convey that it is foolish. It is so foolish of you, Young Master, to love a demon. I am telling you that you have a choice. You may continue to feel for me or you may choose to stop. I am suggesting the latter.”
“You just don’t understand. You’re nothing but a demon, you don’t get it.”
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
That had hurt him a little more than he was comfortable with but he shrugged it off. Ciel was right. Demons do not love. Not now. Not ever. And that’s how it would be. That’s how it would always be.
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
“You are right. Demons do not love. You are absolutely right. I apologize for upsetting you earlier. I did not mean to cause you such frustration. It is not befitting of a Phantomhive servant.”
Ciel still remained tense. He looked around the room. Anywhere. Hoping. Praying that something would relieve the tension.
“While you are correct, I will admit that I may have overreacted. You’re free to go, Sebastian.” The boy swished his hand at the man.
“As you wish” And with that, he left the room.
The butler walked down the hall, meaning to go to the kitchen to fetch a cup of tea for his master. He knew the boy would not want to see him but was sure that a hot cup of tea would be good for him.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
He could hear Ciel sigh in his study and begin to flip through a few pages in his book. Sebastian rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked down the main stairway in the house. It was going to be a very… very… very… long day.
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How to Save a Life.
Step one you say we need to talk
Sebastian stared down at the boy as he sat in bed. His elegant, huge… empty bed. Ciel was so small, so frail. He was swallowed whole by his numerous… countless… endless… blankets. His blue eyes stared back up at the butler and, for once, just for a second, Sebastian second guessed himself.
It was small and fleeting, but it was there. A chink in his armor. A stain on his pride. A tare in his web. The butler went back to his cart and adjusted the tea set as he was ought to do. There was nothing but silence. He had given his morning speech and Ciel had chosen to remain quiet up until now.
“I’d like to spend the day in my study.” He was always going there anymore.
With nothing else better to do, the boy spent hours and hours and hours reading and taking in as much information as he could. He’d read the paper, and then go through old books he found in the library. And when he was finished with those, he would go into the family archives and read up on the past.
“As you wish” Sebastian couldn’t concentrate.
He wasn’t lost. He hadn’t gone astray. Oh no. Not now. Not ever. He was a master of deception. King of all that was unholy. He would never ever have feelings for a small boy. Never for his master. Never for some human child.
But there it was. An unraveled thread. Rust on his sword. Mud on his shoes. A smear on his character. It nagged at him. Tore at his core. It would have tainted his soul if he had one.
“Sebastian?” Ciel stared at his butler.
It was so uncharacteristic of him. The way his eyes glazed over and he looked as though he was lost in another world. It was so sudden! He had just been about to push the cart over when he just… just… stopped. Stood right where he was and disappeared for a while.
Hearing his masters voice brought him back to reality.
“My apologies, I must have something on my mind.” Ciel turned his head upward in a haughty manner. He was cocky. Arrogant. All of the above.
“Yes… well… see to it that it doesn’t interrupt your duties. As a butler of Phantomhive, you shouldn’t be so careless about such things.” It seemed that the boy was beginning to return to his old self.
“Of course, my lord. I’ll begin by instructing the other servants on what chores need to be done for the day.”
“Nn.” He made no real response.
And with that, Sebastian was gone. Ciel knew he hadn’t forgotten to dress him for the day. He knew… he knew the butler wasn’t that dense and would have assumed, from the other night, that the boy wanted to be more independent. Regardless of if he could dress himself perfect or not, he would do it on his own. And if the butler wanted to correct his tie or fix the buttons on his shoes… that would be fine.
The demon slowly stepped into the kitchen. No, not because he was afraid, but because he had lost himself again. Lost in the endless sea that was Ciel. Drowning in his own thoughts. Choking on his desires.
“Disgusting” Sebastian almost spat out.
He cleaned his cart and searched around the kitchen for what he would need for Ciels afternoon tea. Not that he would need it any time soon but because he always liked to be prepared.
The butler knew he would not be good conversation this morning. Not that he ever made much conversation with the other servants if he didn’t have to, but… but… today was different. He didn’t want to see anyone or hear anyone. He didn’t want to smell their sweat or clean their messes or correct their grammar.
Nothing. None of it. Absolutely not. But he had to. It was his job.
Ciel snapped his shoe buttons into place and made his way to the door of his bedroom. Finally he had finished dressing. Finally he could get to his study. Finally he could be alone to think.
The boy walked the long distance to one of his favourite rooms. This time it didn’t seem as though time was skipping. He wasn’t losing track anymore. He could see the sun for what it was and didn’t regret that it had risen. Ciel thumbed his ring and turned a corner. The carpet almost silenced his footsteps and he idly glanced at a painting on the wall. Nothing was out of place. Everything was where it was supposed to be. Everything was going well. Everything was going to be okay.
Sure he liked Sebastian. Sure he could be sullen once in a while. Sure he was known to throw a fit and pout like a child. But today was going great. Today is the day that would help him feel better. And it would make sure that tomorrow didn’t change him, either.
He placed his hand on the knob and turned it. The door creaked and he took a step inside only to see his butler standing in the center of the room.
The butler had had a long time to think about what was going on. Long enough anyway. This was it. He had decided. There was no going back now.
“Young master… I believe we should have some words.”
The boy narrowed his eyes at the man. His day was going oh so well. Why would Sebastian possibly want to ruin him now of all days?
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
“What sort of words, Sebastian?” The child stood at the door, knob still clutched in hand.
“Please, take your seat.” The butler tilted his white gloved hand towards the large chair.
“I will take it when I see fit.” Ciel closed the door and stood where he was.
“If I may… there is no reason to be so apprehensive.”
“Just be out with what you want to say. Clearly it is important as you saw it urgent enough to interrupt me in my study before I even was able to sit.”
Sebastian smiled and bowed at his lord.
“Hm. Right then.”
He smiles politely back at you
To say that Ciel returned the butlers smile would be a total lie. Not even a smirk grazed his lips. He just stood there and waited. Waited for his butler to continue. But he didn’t. Not yet. Seconds seemed like decades and he hated it.
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
Sebastian glanced towards the window. Sunlight. The same sunlight that, earlier, The Earl was more than happy to see in his house was now a burden. A stain on their moods.
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
Ciel made a wide semi-circle around his butler and walked to his chair. He could feel the velvet beneath his child fingertips. Goosebumps tickled his skin as he felt the heavy musk of the emotions in the air. He was so nervous. So… so… sad. Surly this couldn’t be what he thought it was. He had no idea. No idea what was going on. Why Sebastian would talk to him like this. It was so… so… odd. So… inappropriate. He was almost angry. Almost miserable. Almost cracked.
You begin to wonder why you came
The butler could feel it. Feel Ciels emotions running down his back. And for the second time that day he felt… maybe… possibly… regret. Not that he was willing to admit it freely but… but… it was there. And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing… but this. He would do it. But it wouldn’t be easy.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
He didn’t know when the tables had turned or why, but he knew it could not go on. It wasn’t as if he was madly in love with the boy. No. Hardly. But these strange… electrifying… feelings were not meant for him. He hated them and he could already recognize what was going on in the back of his mind. Deep in his subconscious. It was there. Growing like mold. Leeching off of him. Spreading. Rooting inside of him like a weed.
When had he lost his hold over the boy and let the boy grab a hold of his coat tails? It had happened in the blink of an eye, too. Just something he did. The way he was sitting in bed. The way his eye lids drooped when he yawned. The way he stretched his arms up way over his head in the morning.
What had he done? When had this happened? When? When? They were no longer partners. He was no longer the master. The gatekeeper. He was being lead along by this little boy and he didn’t even know it. But this would not go on for long. Oh no. No.
No.
No.
This was horrible. A tragedy! Catastrophe! Oh woe was Sebastian! He was trapped. Ot quite like how he would hold Ciel. He would not allow himself to fall into misery. To shut himself off from the rest of the world. No. He was a grown demon! A master to the tee! And he would never ever let anything like this hold him down.
But still… it lingered. Still… it made his stomach churn. And he could feel that weight at the base of his spine. The way it sent chills up his heart and down his arms. This was. This was. This was guilt. And he couldn’t help it. He felt as though he had broken his toy. Chewed it one too many times. Ripped the seams. Left it out in the rain. And no amount of sewing could ever mend it together again. But still… but still he had to try.
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
If he knew. If he had known… if he knew what would happen. If he knew he would feel this for the boy, he would have done everything in his power to stop this before it started. And now that he had wormed his way into the demon, he could only feel regret. Sorrow. That green taste in the back of his mouth was there again and he continued to stare out of the window.
He knew he was going to break him. But… if he knew he would feel bad about it… this would be a different story. He could feel tingling in his fingertips. His shoulders were taught and he couldn’t find a comfortable spot for his tongue.
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
“Young Master.” The boy had taken his seat and crossed his legs.
He was looking at a book on the table. Apparently he refused to look at his butler. Sebastian took Ciels silence as the go ahead.
“I feel it best if we stopped what is going on.” The butler remained stoic as he glanced at the boy.
“Excuse me?” This time the boy was staring dead on at his servant.
“We both know what I mean. You are a smart young man and you know exactly what I am talking about.” Sebastian was being a little cross with Ciel.
But the boy didn’t know. He knew he must have been talking about his feelings for his butler, but not that there was anything going on. Not exactly anyway.
“So what do you suppose is going on?”
Sebastian took a step toward his master and stood at the side of his desk.
“These… feelings you have for me. They are natural. I am a demon and have chosen an attractive physique to aid you in your quest for revenge. And while, instinctively, I enjoy others suffering, this is not right. As of now you may not feel as though I am right in doing this, but it is best.”
It is best? It is best?! No. Certainly not. Was he telling Ciel that he had to stop loving his demon?
“Are you trying to tell me that I cannot feel for you any longer?” Foreign words passed his lips.
How out of character for the small boy. He felt frail. Unsure of his footing. He was positive he’d slip any minute and tumble to the jagged rocks below. Was he trembling? He wasn’t sure. He was numb at the moment. Ciel calves tensed and relaxed as he fought off the clash of feelings pummeling him.
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Sebastian stepped closer to the boy and dared to place a hand on his shoulder. His master tensed and relaxed. He half thought that he would receive a hard slap but it did not come. There were no harsh words. No cutting comments. No yelling. No crying. Nothing.
The boy just sat there and had gone back to staring at a book on his desk.
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
“Young Master. You know I will always be here for you. Even after you complete your revenge I will swallow your soul and you shall live on inside of me. While your conscience may have passed, you, yourself, will stay with me. You should not fear my intentions. Not now or ever. Feel for me if you wish, but it is foolish to fall for a demon no matter how tempting we may be. It is in your nature to want what you cannot have and, for that, I do not blame you. But I am here because of a contract. You summoned me and we had made a deal. I am yours until you complete your revenge. After that, this will all end. This is how things are. This is it. It is final”
And pray to God he hears you
The butler frowned and stared at the boy. Ciels big blue eyes were glazed over. He wasn’t lost. No. Hardly. He was just stuck for a while. Exploring his thoughts. Weighing his options. But still… he worried. Wondered about his master. Hoped he had gotten through to the boy.
And pray to God he hears you
Sebastian removed his hand from the child and decided to just stand next to him while he waited for Ciel to collect himself. There were no tears. Just silence. It was horrible. He hated it. But he knew humans needed time. And time was something that Sebastian had a lot of.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
The butler remained by Ciels side. He listened to his breathing. The way the wind swayed the roses in the garden. The way the clock seemed to tick forever. What had he done? He glanced over at the boy. His eyes weren’t glazed over anymore. Had he finished collecting his thoughts? Had he made a decision?
“So… you’re telling me to just stop?” Sebastian stared at the boy and waited for him to continue.
As he begins to raise his voice
“It doesn’t work like that, Sebastian. You can’t just stop having feelings for someone. You don’t just walk into someone’s room and tell them to knock it off. How dare you!” Ciel was breathing heavy and his hands were shaking with the force of his emotions.
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Sebastian watched as Ciel looked up at him. There were no tears. There was just anger. Just pure anger and pain. He spoke as soothingly as he could muster.
“I am not saying for you to stop. I am trying to convey that it is foolish. It is so foolish of you, Young Master, to love a demon. I am telling you that you have a choice. You may continue to feel for me or you may choose to stop. I am suggesting the latter.”
“You just don’t understand. You’re nothing but a demon, you don’t get it.”
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
That had hurt him a little more than he was comfortable with but he shrugged it off. Ciel was right. Demons do not love. Not now. Not ever. And that’s how it would be. That’s how it would always be.
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
“You are right. Demons do not love. You are absolutely right. I apologize for upsetting you earlier. I did not mean to cause you such frustration. It is not befitting of a Phantomhive servant.”
Ciel still remained tense. He looked around the room. Anywhere. Hoping. Praying that something would relieve the tension.
“While you are correct, I will admit that I may have overreacted. You’re free to go, Sebastian.” The boy swished his hand at the man.
“As you wish” And with that, he left the room.
The butler walked down the hall, meaning to go to the kitchen to fetch a cup of tea for his master. He knew the boy would not want to see him but was sure that a hot cup of tea would be good for him.
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
He could hear Ciel sigh in his study and begin to flip through a few pages in his book. Sebastian rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked down the main stairway in the house. It was going to be a very… very… very… long day.
In the Victorian era, to control insects, many people kept a HEDGEHOG in the basement. It curled up and slept in the day, but roamed around the dark kitchen at night eating cockroaches and other insects.
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