Seeking Consequence

Cold..
That was the only way he could explain the sensation that had taken over his body. For the past five years, he felt little warmth in his life since the day of his seventh birthday, a day that was supposed to be happy and spent with family…though that was only known to him as the day that he lost everything and so willingly handed over his soul.
He hadn’t realized right away that there had been a difference. He had grown so accustomed to the cold of his life, that he had barely recognized the bullet that had jolted through his body. The pain he was waiting for hardly came. A subtle stinging bit at his flesh, but it was nothing compared to what he was expecting of death.
This was peaceful.
Ciel Phantomhive was well aware of the fact that he would never get into heaven or anything of the sort, if it truly existed. He had given his soul to the devil, and lived without regrets. He lived only to serve the queen and his own name. Darkness was all there was around him, his mismatched eyes gazing out at nothing at all but his own thoughts. No longer would he have to worry about anything at all, not the clumsy household, not the fools of society harming and stealing relentlessly. Nothing.
Not even the knowledge that one day his ever-so-charming butler would come for his soul.
Butler…right…
He knew better. The bond between the two was strong only because it reached further than physical markings or blood. His soul was Sebastian’s. A bitter smile made its’ way to his lips as his eyes closed to flutter dark lashes against pale cheeks before a small, almost broken sounding voice came from his throat.
“Sebastian…you idiot, just take it already…you’ve been waiting all of these years to devour my soul, just do it…” he whispered to the nothingness around him. He wasn’t expecting a response, not here. Though..
It was lonely. How long had he been here in this darkness? The chill shot through him like knives when he realized that no matter how many times he could speak or cry out for someone, anyone, no one would come for him here. It was over, and now, not even his loyal servant could be by his side.
In life, he knew he would never be alone because of his bond to Sebastian….but now….
The last thing he remembered were crimson eyes of the devil, and a smile he was all too familiar with, and the enveloping warmth as the creature towered over his frail and nearly lifeless body. In the past, the demon had rejected his soul silently in his own way, even though Ciel knew full well that he already belonged to the man. Ciel’s smile faded from his lips now.
‘How long has it been? Is this all that has been waiting for me…? Darkness…?’
The boy seemed so peaceful to the Demon that stood above him, touching his cheek lightly with a gentleness that a butler could to his master. The tailcoat seemed to whip in the wind as he stood and watched the frail boy’s body. Closing his crimson eyes he thought silently to himself of all that had happened since he had become a servant to the Lord of Phantomhive. The games, the tricks, and the orders all seemed to sweep over his memory.
Things that he didn’t understand why Ciel wanted to have or to try to understand their meaning and existence. How many people would mourn for the boy, how many people would grieve the loss of the boy that had yet to grow up into a man.
The reasoning behind Sebastian not taking the child’s soul was because he was only a child, and that would be a selfish wrong thing to do. However, how right is it to take someone’s soul? Shaking his head lightly he picked Ciel up into his arms, carrying him to the carriage then laying him carefully on the seat. Moving the carriage he touched the boys’ brow gently moving his hair off of his face so that he could remove the eye-patch that was hiding his mark. Smiling evilly as he saw the mark glowing from under his eyelid.
‘He’s calling me…even now.’ Sebastian thought with a devious thought. ‘Yes My Lord.’ He said lightly in his mind, he knew he would find a way to get Ciel back, it was the only thing he could do to obey his master’s wishes. Sliding slowly into the driveway of a small resort that was empty of all people, it was not season for resorts. Licking his lips lightly, he stepped out and walked into the building with a dangling dead boy in his arms. His heels clicked along the ground as he walked steadily into the middle of the dancing floor. Laying the child down he began to re-create their seal of contract along the floor, saying things softly as he worked. Once he was finished he walked over to the boy and placed him in the middle of the floor, drawing some of his blood with a knife. His eyes sparked red as magic flowed through the air around the room.
“My lord, why don’t you awaken from your sleep?” His voice carried out to Ciel, an echoing eerie voice that woke the child slowly to life. The boy had been asleep in a coma that Sebastian was using in all his might to keep him striving to be alive. Even now they were both weak, doing what he thought was the only way to bring his master to consciousness was to take him off of the life support that he had been on to do the spell that would awaken him fully from the sleep he was in. The year had gone by as quickly as death to the butler, watching his master breath slowly, watching how his eyes moved under his eye lids; he was also watching and waiting for his arm to return to him, a slow and painful process, but it was back now so the pain would slowly desist. Sebastian had been waiting to see those eye’s that he loved seeing both open together.
The boy’s body remained unmoving for several minutes, though the faint pulse began to quicken within his veins once more, however faint a change. From within the darkness his soul was wandering, he could have sworn he heard the all too familiar voice of his butler. It was soothing to his ears, yet at the same time they burned…
‘This is it…’ he told himself, unaware that an entire year had gone by still waiting for the demon to take his soul from the world forever. ‘Sebastian…’ His heart gave a sudden leap as soothing warmth began to envelop him, unlike what he was prepared to feel. ‘Se….’
From where his physical body lay in the middle of the floor, his eyes snapped open, arching up in shock to the sudden strain of his pulse and lungs within his chest fighting for air, though he couldn’t seem to draw any in. The light was blinding even when the room itself was dimly lit. Fear set in, and his fingers tried to curl into the hard floor, panicking slightly when he found it impossible to take in a breath.
The black butler was quickly beside the frail body of his master, taking him up slowly into his arms he arched Ciel’s back so that he could breathe down his throat. His fingers rubbed along Ciel’s temple trying to get his young master to relax. Leaning back slightly he still held onto Ciel close to his body.
“Master, you must relax and try to take gentle breaths. You haven’t been breathing on your own for nearly a year.” Sebastian said gently, an evil glint in his eyes as he watched his lord struggle to breathe. He had brought him back to life, but he couldn’t help watch him struggle. Struggling for air that he couldn’t reach, not yet, Sebastian needed to fulfill the incantation. Taking his masters hand he pricked his finger lightly letting it mingle with his own blood on the floor.
A shining light sparked throughout the room, but only after Sebastian covered both of Ciel’s eyes with his ungloved hand making sure that he wouldn’t be blinded by the light. Leaning down as the glowing light filled the room more and more he leaned down to breathe slightly onto Ciel’s ear.
“Master Phantomhive, breathe now. Calm and slowly…” Sebastian for once commanded his own lord leaning away from his ear not without leaving gentle hot heat on his neck and ear. Licking his lips he wanted to watch Ciel struggle only for a moment longer, watching his master struggle to regain himself was one of the best images that he would remember. ‘This is a child that struggles, but hates to show it.’ Sebastian thought softly, an evil smile hidden for Ciel’s eyes were covered.
Ciel let out a choked sound, breath finally hitting him in one sharp jolt as he gasped harshly in pain, fingers still clawing the ground a bit, not understanding entirely what was happening with and around him. He reached up a hand, grabbing hold of something, though he didn’t know what it was. If felt like cloth, though he couldn’t be sure.
His chest rose and fell unevenly as he inhaled for breath, tears spilling slightly from his eyes. The voice had caused him to relax slightly, and even though something covered his watering eyes, the light around him seemed to be blinding and cruel, the sensation of peacefulness falling from him completely as he lay there, writhing for air. A light sweat glistened on his brow, though his fingers soon gave up on their attempt to claw at the ground beneath his frail form and his muscles relaxed gradually to the warm body near his, so familiar
Sebastian smiled gently while the light faded as the boy was waking up body and soul. Licking his lips he slowly let his fingers fall from Ciel’s eyes, only to wipe the liquid that was falling from his eyes. He shook his head a bit as if realizing weakness in his masters’ life.
“My lord, welcome back to life. I am glad to see you sane.” He said in a soft voice that rolled over Ciel’s body almost like a tranquilizer to his worn body. Smiling softly through his glowing eyes, that now were the only thing that was giving off light within the now dark room. Sebastian leaned down placing his ear to Ciel’s heart making sure that it was beating like a normal heart, nodding gently in satisfaction, leaning back he touched Ciel’s cheek trying to sooth him even more.
Ciel’s eyes lifted tired and confused to his servant, body shaking lightly but no longer fighting to breathe. He never thought he could find any sort of relief from those vivid eyes, though he found it hard to look away. Why did it feel like he hadn’t seen those eyes in so long?
His now pale and colorless lips parted slightly to speak as his hand fell from where it was curled into the man’s coat, unable to hold his arm up any longer from how long his muscles had rested. “Seba…stian…” he muttered quietly in a hoarse voice, a frown finding his face.
“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian bowed his head lightly and honorably, not looking away to make sure that Ciel was still alright. It was almost as a precaution for he had never brought someone back, but being that he was one hell of a butler he would do everything right. Smiling gently he saw the look he was giving when he let go of his coat, which should have been wrinkled but was not from the spell that was on it.
The demon that looked down upon the human child seemed almost protecting, and watching him like an angel, an oxymoron to itself. He realized what he was doing but he knew that his master was unable to walk just yet. Ciel may have been alive now, however, his body has not fully awoken from his long awaited dream. He continued to touch Ciel’s cheek as he watched his young master look up at him with a confused look.
“You will be exceptionally weak for a while…” The demon concluded in a gentle tone to his young master.
‘Sebastian…’Ciel whispered within his mind, eyes still feeling heavy, though his mind was fully aware now. ‘Has he already claimed my soul? Am I alive or not…?’ his frown remained on his face, an almost irritated expression on his face at not being able to fully comprehend all that was happening.
Reaching up a hand, he tried to slap Sebastian’s hand from his face as he normally would though the action turned into a lazy and light push. ‘He has my soul…not my will…but why is it so warm…? This is not supposed to be peaceful...’ his mind and heart raced, expression becoming more angry and confused by the second as his right eye glowed brightly with the evidence of their contract.
“What is this…?” he tried to speak in his normal tone which was impossible considering the circumstances.
Sebastian smiled brightly, nodding lightly, “Confused, master? That is understandable. I have brought you back, for now you have your soul, it wont be until next time that you die that I will take your precious soul.” Sebastian watched Ciel with a confused look, his fingers gently rolling down Ciel’s cheek and neck. His eyes seemed to bore down onto Ciel’s face and body. He was memorizing and checking the body that was known to be more fragile than more.
His master was back from death’s grip, he was back being his master. Something was holding Ciel to earth to the reality that he was reborn into. Lord Phantomhive will live on even when he does die. He has done many memorable things for England.
“Master Phantomhive, are you still confused, my lord?” He asked gently
Ciel unconsciously jerked back faintly to Sebastian’s touch and words. His eyes hinted uncertain fear within them, the confusion still heavy within their depths. “Sebastian, why…?” he asked shakily, realizing that the place he was now wasn’t the final resting spot that he recalled while waiting for his soul to be devoured.
“What sort of sick game are you playing…?” he breathed, stubbornly trying to sit up. ‘Am I alive…? Why would he bring me here after waiting so many years to take what we made a deal over?’
“Our deal should be over with…why haven’t you just taken it yet, Sebastian?” he asked out loud with a still weak tone.
“Who says I won’t?” The butler asked in a more stubborn tone, smiling evilly and wider than before. A grin that would make anyone else, that didn’t know Sebastian, quiver in fear. Gentle bangs seemed to fall in front of his red eyes as he leaned over the boy watching him with a stubborn light about him.
“Ciel, I don’t wish to take it from you if you didn’t die by my own hands. You must live some before I fully take you, mind and soul.” He said gently fighting back his teasing tone that he usually used when he was playing with his prey. Ciel was his prey and he was going to be eaten eventually. In the hearth of goodness that was barely within his dark heart, Sebastian had brought Ciel back to life unknowing what he outcomes would be if he messed it up.
A gentle maniacal laugh erupted from his thin lips; his body shook against Ciel’s. “Am I so evil to you? To make you think that I wouldn’t do your bidding even now…?” He asked gently watching his master with fascination.
“Didn’t you call for me, while you were sleeping in a dormant empty room?” The demon said looking fakely taken aback. The hand on his master’s cheek went to his masters’ chest keeping him lying down on the demon’s lap, smirking cockily. “You are weak, you need to stop moving or you’ll hurt yourself. And we don’t want that now that you are back in this world…now do we?”
Something in the demon’s tone made the young master quiver with something, though he knew not what. He closed his eyes and turned his face away from the butler, biting his lower lip for a moment before speaking in an equally stubborn tone.
“Take me home, Sebastian…take me to my bed…”
‘Since when did he get so…independent?’ he asked himself, a soft frown still upon his lips at the thought. ‘What changed…? How long was I asleep?’
“Quickly.” He mumbled the last word, refusing to look up at his demon.
“Yes, My Lord.” Sebastian said easily through his thin amused lips, picking Ciel up he leapt to the carriage that had been outside for a few days. The carriage driver came out of a miniature storage room stepping up into the driver’s seat, whips cracked in the air as the carriage leapt to life and rolled down the road swiftly. Holding his master close to his body they arrived home within an hour of leaving. Carrying the frail boy out of the carriage he walked slowly and smoothly through the Phantomhive mansion to his master’s room. There were frills all over the mansion, and the butler knew he was going to have to have a talk to Meirin.
Walking into the spotless room, one out of all the rest, he laid the boy down onto the bed, having watched him the entire way, making sure that he wasn’t hurt or he didn’t come back wrong in any way. Smiling deep within his mind at the satisfaction of his work, Sebastian leaned forward trying to search into Ceil’s eyes for something that he could see. He was so close that his breath was hot on Ceils lips, fanning over his face.
Lifting the boy so he was sitting on the edge of the bed one hand on the boy’s lower back he slowly slid the heavy overcoat off of his back and onto a chair that was halfway across the room, but the black butler made the coat lay perfectly onto the chairs arms.
Ciel couldn’t help but to shiver at the strange and short distance between them. It had been so long since he felt or heard another creature, everything was as a blur. He hadn’t even looked away from his butler’s eyes as he heard the soft sound of the coat hitting the chair, flinching slightly. A number of odd sensations were fluttering through him, from the discomfort of how loud everything sounded at that moment, to the irritation he was feeling for being so confused with what had been going on, to something he wasn’t certain he had ever experienced before. All these things were doing were managing to make him more and more angry with himself and everything else in the vicinity.
“Sebastian…my night clothes…” His voice sounded demanding whether he meant it to or not. That time his intentions weren’t to sound controlling, but he was far too stubborn to admit that he was still very frightened. No matter how quickly he was forced to grow up, he was still in fact, very much a child, and there was no mistaking his feeling of absolute fear.
“Yes, My Lord.” Sebastian said bowing his head lightly, obeying his master like he always did, he moved to the drawers in the armoire not far from the bed, taking out the masters’ night cloths slowly making his way back to in front of his frightened master’s feet. Lifting curious eyes, he slowly undressed his master leaving him so that he sat before Sebastian fully exposed.
“My lord, would you like a bath?” He asked lightly, touching Ciel’s side where he was shot, the shot that killed him. There was nothing left of the shot but his master was still a tad dirty on his delicate, pale skin. The energy to keep his master alive he was only able to bath him every other day and not as sufficiently as he normally would. Sebastian’s eyes instantly hazed over whatever he was feeling becoming the obedient and distant demon butler that he was to be for his master. ‘I wonder what he is thinking.’ He thought gently watching Ciel, thoughts roamed through his brain halfway un-wanting. He was only a servant to a master that wanted him to do specific things.
The young Phantomhive watched the wall ahead of him, refusing to look down at the spot where Sebastian had touched, wanting desperately to not have to see it. He didn’t want to know it to be real…though it had long since healed, the spot burned his skin.
“Yes, get rid of it.” He closed his eyes briefly before turning his gaze back to Sebastian as if to say ‘hurry up’, a hint of something else within them. Fear…
He went to stand on his own only to wobble slightly in and fall back onto the bed, his small hand reaching up to reach for his headboard to steady himself. Ciel gazed down finally, eyes resting first on the shining blue gem that lay upon his finger. For several seconds his eyes remained unmoving until they rose to Sebastian’s.
“Wash me.” he wanted the evidence to disappear…
Sebastian stood wrapping his arms around Ciel’s, body pulling him close to his own. Maneuvering the boy so that he laid in both of his arms, slowly walking him towards that bathroom laying him down in the tub he ran warm water over his master’s body. Leaning back slightly watching as the water rolled down the body of the boy’s chest.
He felt a monster stir within him for once, something he didn’t understand but already seeing the fear in the boys’ eyes, all he did was lean back to grab a cloth. Taking the small jars of soap pouring a small amount of the scented liquid onto the cloth, returning back to Ciel, he slowly washed his body. Making small circles of soap down his chest, touching him tenderly, almost taking the utmost care of his body since his death experience. Sebastian leaned forward pouring a bit more water on the wound where Ciel had been shot, only to run the cloth over it, and heal it from the pain, he had seen his master give a look when he had touched it, with his own blood that still faintly coated his hand. The wound would be mentally branded on his skin, knowing that the boy hadn’t been able to fully feel what it had done to him, since Sebastian had brought him back and he was completely asleep unknowing to what his body was doing. The sleep wasn’t allowing things heal at a quick rate as it normally would. Leaning over his master’s body he made sure he was fully clean before he leaned back to run the warm water over his body again. Sighing gently he leaned Ciel back so that he could wash his hair, rubbing some soap into his hair he massaged Ciel’s scalp with his gentle touch.
Soft muscles unconsciously tensed when feeling the touch over the wound area, though when Ciel realized that the touch was in fact, soothing him, he relaxed visibly in the water so much that he nearly sank beneath the surface. He hadn’t noticed Sebastian moving from the original cleaning spot to shampoo his hair until he felt the relaxing gesture. His hair had grown during his time of slumber, so much that it fell down the back of his neck, swirling slightly in the water.
Ciel’s lashes flitted across his cheeks as his eyes closed completely, surrendering to the gentle touches of the man beside him, chest raising and falling evenly under the glossy surface of the water. A content sigh escaped his lips as he remained unmoving and content, practically melting at the touch to his skin. A part of him was grateful for the contact. While he was in his dark state, he hadn’t known whether he would ever feel contact from another being again. Why would he want it though…after so many years of rejecting it from people, whether it be Sebastian, Elizabeth or some foolish person on the street…? He wasn’t sure. All he knew now was that it was such a sweet touch that he would sink without it.
“How long has it been…?”
Sebastian was feeling his master relax under his touch which made him continue wanting to touch his delicate skin. Smiling gently he slowly rubbed the soap out of his hair with one hand while the other hand poured water onto his messaged scalp. The obedient butler had washed all the evidence away from the wound that was on the small child’s skin. Closing his eyes gently at the question.
“Nearly a year.” Sebastian said in a gentle voice, watching his master he wanted to know the things that were going through the small child’s mind. Why wouldn’t there be things running through his mind, not but a half-hour ago he was nearly dead, no longer breathing on his own, and unmoving. There are many things that will run through someone’s mind when they are dead. Things about their life they question.
However, Sebastian could figure what Ciel had been thinking when he was dead. Ciel would want him to take his soul and not tease him with what could have been when he died. Sebastian finished Ciel’s hair; leaning back he bowed his head lightly, before he started to reach for warm water slowly sliding it down his masters’ hair, continuing to rub his hair gently.
Ciel’s eyes flitted open, the beautiful and comforting illusion that had fallen upon him in peace had shattered within seconds. Sighing, he didn’t say anything, beginning to try and stand on shaky legs, hands gripping the sides of the tub so harshly that his knuckles turned white as though he was frightened of falling.
He was far too stubborn to ask for that sort of help. He knew he was strong, that was enough. Frowning softly, he stepped onto the floor with water dripping down his lithe frame and pooling around his feet. He opened an eye to watch Sebastian, the blue orb seeming to peer intently at the butler before the glowing violet one followed the first.
A moment later he looked away from him when he had another wave of weakness, knees attempting to give out on him, hands reaching out to grasp the front of Sebastian’s coat.
Sebastian caught his stubborn master slowly picking him up. Shaking his head lightly at the stubbornness of his master, he looked over the pale boy slowly enjoying his view and appreciating it lightly. The butler smiled gently, kneeling before the boy, looking up at him.
“My Lord…” He said gently looking up at Ciel with an obedient look, his red eyes had dulled since the incantation to revive Ciel completely. The butler had done his job well, and he was one hell of a butler for doing everything correctly.
Tilting his head towards Ciel, his eyes were questioning, wanting to know if he was meant to do something for his master.
“Master Phantomhive?”
“Sebastian…”
A frown made its way to the young lord’s lips, head tilting slightly at having not realized he had uttered the name out loud. When it finally hit him, he shook his head, reaching over for a nearby robe he had always kept in the bathroom for safety precautions since long ago once when Sebastian had been too busy and had asked Mierin to bring in clothing…and forgot. Streaking through the mansion was not one of his proudest moments; especially when halfway to his room he remembered that they had guests gathered in the main room.
“Nothing…” he spoke with a gentleness that was unknown to him. He had wanted so badly to learn of everything that had happened, and there was millions of questions swarming around his head. However badly he wanted to speak up, it was difficult as his body refused to wake up for him, eyes still heavy and weighing him down..
“My lord, would you like me to help you?” Sebastian asked coming up behind his master, a gentle hand touching Ciel’s hip lightly. He had watched Ciel for a long while and he knew when he was struggling to do something on his own. Sebastian leaned down to whisper into his master’s ear with gentle breaths. “Tell me to help you, and it shall be done.” Sebastian purred deeply into Ciel’s ear.
Through years of serving the young master of the Phantomhive mansion he had felt like he had grown closer to the male. Ciel needed him more than ever now than before. His hands seemed to roll over his masters shoulders, laying them still on his shoulders.
“Order me to help you, you know it will be done…”
A faint shivery sigh escaped his lips, an almost unreadable expression on his face as he stared into the mirror at their reflection, watching Sebastian’s reddened eyes from over his shoulder. It was true. He needed the demon just as much as he ordered him around daily.
Before he knew what he was saying, the words spilled out as if the inner half of him that feared loneliness shoved past his stubborn shell.
“Take me to my room...support me.” once the words left him, his lips curled down into a disappointed frown, pulling quickly away from Sebastian, only to cause himself to stumble back, falling against the counter slightly on a small groan of discomfort. “Sebastian…” The shame was still heavy upon his young face, a faint flush on his face from the irritation he felt.
Sebastian was quickly beside Ciel before he could finish his name, grasping Ciel around his knees and head he lifted him up off the floor. He knew that Ciel really didn’t want his help by the look on his face, but he would not disobey his master even if he was giving a look of distain. Without looking down at his master he slowly walked in grace to the young master’s room, laying him lightly on the bed, grabbing his night clothes. A light touch rolled his thumb over Ciel’s shoulder slowly sliding the robe off of his body, exposing his pale chest.
Sebastian watched Ciel like a servant would to his master; his eyes seemed to shimmer and odd shade of red. Leaning closer he slipped the robe fully off of Ciel’s body and bed flinging it of onto a chair that was different from the one with Ciel’s overcoat from earlier. His hands seemed to pause on his skin rolling down Ciel’s hips only to grab his nightclothes and slide them slowly onto Ciel’s slick body. The shirt fit him nearly too perfectly, it could be almost worn as an actual shirt. Standing slowly he bowed to his master in a deep scoop.
“My lord, is that all?”
For some reason, Sebastian’s touches seemed less professional than normal, and it was confusing the young boy to no ends. ‘What sort of sick games is he playing with me?’ he asked himself mentally, not noticing the flush upon his cheeks. Surely the devil had deeper meaning behind bringing him back….yet at he same time, something told Ciel that he was wrong. He hadn’t even noticed when the demon spoke, mind far too clouded to comprehend.
A hand reached up to touch over his right eye, both of the lids falling shut to the contact. He felt physically tired as the silence of the room began to echo into his mind. For the first time in years he wished one of the obnoxious maids, or even his irritating fiancé would make a ruckus.
The young Phantomhive fell back sideways on his bed, bangs falling back loosely to reveal both eyes to stare up at the ceiling, far too tired to fix himself to lay correctly in his bed, fighting back a yawn. Before he knew it, his eyes were shut again and all that was left was the comforting sound of his heart thrumming in his chest, then silence as he drifted to a slow, deep sleep.
The demon watched what his master was doing, his smile slowly faded for he had a mess to clean up. Leaning over his master he kissed the boy’s temple before grabbing the tea and he walked out of the room. Though he returned to turn off the lamps that were around the room and in the bathroom, he also drained the tub as he was in there already. The demon walked quietly to the bed, whispering lightly into Ciel’s ear.
“Sleep well, Ciel. Welcome back to life. Remember you are mine.” He growled the last words faintly. Walking out of the room, he walked to talk to the maid who he had talked to a year ago about not changing the mansion. The demon had a look of determination to take back the control of the butler of the mansion.
Meirin had been dusting and humming to herself in the main room of the now frilled mansion, not even hearing the upcoming footsteps. The woman had been so dazed that she didn’t notice the running water or the light in the room that hadn’t been touched by anyone for the past several months, aside from a bit of dusting here and there.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep the mansion just as the way the young master liked it?” The devil said coming up behind the maid, keeping his arms to his side knowing full well what it meant to surprise the maid. The demon’s eyes were dark, and his seriousness would scare most anyone who looked upon him.
A startled gasp left her small petite lips and the woman tried to turn far too hastily than her lack of balance would allow her, sending the stool she was on, as well as herself, into the bookshelf, her fingers grasping its’ shelves for dear life. Reaching up a shaky hand, she pushed her large circular glasses up the bridge of her nose once she had glanced over her shoulder to see who had surprised her. Her heart skipped in shock, eyes widening. “Se-Sebastian sir?!”
“Yes. His master has returned and would like the house back to the way it was before he had left. That is an order Meirin. Tell everyone else, that everything should be put back to normal before the young master wakes up.” The demon said looking at the ungraceful woman, shaking his head lightly. “Still don’t have balance I see.” Shaking his head lightly, he stood very still in the same place, looking around the mansion, looking as if there was nothing wrong with the walls and yet the maid should know that everything must go.
Meirin stared wide-eyed at him and his words as if she wasn’t certain what she was hearing. After letting it sink in a moment or two, she spoke up quickly. “B-But Sebastian, Lady Elizabeth has decorated everything herself after the young master took a leave of absence!”
“The master is home, he will not tolerate his mansion looking frilly, and girly. Take it down, I shall take care of Elizabeth.” The demon said in a very demanding deep tone, “Is Lady Elizabeth asleep?” The demon asked before he was going to walk away and leave the maid to take down the mess.
“I believe she’s in young master’s study…” She tried to smile, a vivid blush on her face.
The demon walked slowly to the study knocking on it lightly, before he spoke gently. “My Lady, I must talk to you about your decorations.” The demon spoke in a more gentle ordering voice than what he had used on the maid.
“Come iiiin….” The young girl was talking in a more happy singy songy voice, she pranced around the room, putting up more ribbon. The demon walked into the room, watching the girl prance around the room, then again he was waiting for her look. Sure enough Lady Elizabeth dropped the ribbon, and it spooled slowly through the room before it stopped against a wall. “Sebastian…?” She said in a hesitant voice.
“Yes, the young master, Phantomhive, has returned and was hoping that you would return his mansion without any complaint. He has been away a long time and would like to see the mansion back to the way it was.
“But…but…” Her green eyes started to wobble as she was listening to him. “But they are so brightening to the mansion…”
“His lord doesn’t want anything bright, his eyes are sensitive from hiding, and the vibrant colors are hurting his eyes.” The butler said softly watching the girl with vibrant red eyes.
“I don’t want to.” She crossed her arms turning away from the demon. “But…I guess if it is hurting my Ciely-bear, I guess it is alright if they are taken down. When I am wedded to him, I will have my way with this mansion. Just wait.” She pranced out of the room down to the room she had been staying at, opening and closing the door. The demon shook his head watching the girl run off. ‘she at least agreed.’ The demon walked out of the room and went to the kitchen making sure the tea set was all ready for when the master awoke. Then he slid out of the kitchen to where he usually slept or dormed for the night waiting for his master to ring the bell for him.