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Rebirth	By : irkm2011 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So.... Sorry for the long absence. My classes got very hectic all of a sudden, and I had a severe case of writer's block. Anyway, I'm back now and its summer! So I have all the time in the world (i.e. until July) to write as much as I want. Also I already know what I want to do in the next chapter, so I should have it up as soon as I get it typed up. It might be long though, so it could take a while. Or it could be short and I'll get it up this week. We'll see. Anyway enjoy and please rate and review <3

“Ciel!”

Eh? Someone was calling my name. I blinked my eyes, and found Sebastian’s face much too close. I panicked, and jerked backwards, slipping on the wet floor and falling flat on my back. But I felt no impact, as Sebastian had caught me inches above the ground. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I had no clothes on. I tried to compose myself, and decipher what had just happened. I remembered getting into the tub, feeling aroused, and… m…masturbating. I must have passed out, because that was where my memory ended. How embarrassing, just the thought of what I’d done caused a light blush to manifest over my features.

“What happened?” I asked, still dazed from falling, and not really managing any of the composure I had been aiming for. Sebastian took a moment to look me over, but it wasn’t sexual, rather it was more of the way a mother looks over her child after they’ve had a bad fall. The image gave me goose bumps.

“You are not hurt, Young Master?” He finally asked, I guess satisfied with his inspection. Of course, he had also skillfully avoided my question, but I wasn’t having any of that.

“No I am not. Now I will ask again: What happened?” I gave him full eye contact, putting him face to face with the proof of our contract, thus, showing him that I did not want any of his concern, just an explanation. He gave me a considering expression, then sighed before finally doing as I had said.

“I am not 100% sure. All I know is that I heard Young Master go under the water, and then you didn’t come back up. So I rushed in here to find you drowning, completely unconscious, and lifted you from the tub. Of course, since you are no longer human, your life was probably not in any danger, though I did have to restart your breathing. Really, it would have been inconvenient though if you’d inhaled enough water for your heart to stop. Your powers are not very developed, so your recovery time would have been annoyingly long and would have disrupted your schedule and been difficult to explain to others. But, honestly I saved you more out of habit than anything else.”

“Se-ba-stian.” I said his name slowly, letting the irritation I was feeling seep into every syllable.

“Yes, Young Master?” He looked at me with a confused, but curious look on his face. He knew I was upset, but he had not yet figured out why. Then he smirked, he’d figured it out.

“I apologize for eavesdropping on Young Master’s bath, however it was for good reason, as can be plainly seen from the given situation.” I scowled. He was right, but damn it, how long had he been listening in. Had he… I blushed a deep red… had he heard me. I hadn’t said anything out loud had I? Oh God, I hadn’t said his name, right? But I couldn’t ask without revealing what I had been doing, so unless he brought it up, which he would only do to tease me, it would be just another piece of information I would have to leave to speculation. I decided to let it go. Wait… he’d said he’d helped to restart my breathing. I had an awful thought.

“Sebastian.” My tone this time, was closer to neutral, but had a hint of exasperation. I was not angry, but this train of thought had made me tired. Couldn’t things just be simple for once? Not likely.

“Yes, Young Master?” This routine was getting old fast. His smirk told me that he knew what I was going to ask, but he was going to make me say it anyway.

“How did you help me to restart my breathing? You didn’t…” I braced myself for the answer I knew was coming.

“Why, I simply sucked the water out of your lungs.” His smile was the picture of feigned innocence. Damn Bastard. He was playing with me.

“You kissed me, you Bastard.” I didn’t yell it, but the anger and embarrassment was clear enough from my red face to my tightened fists. He didn’t flinch, just stood there with that damned smile on his face.

Then it finally occurred to me that I was still sitting in his lap.

I blushed and began to struggle in his arms.

“Young Master?” He seemed confused, but did not loosen the iron grip he had on me. At least he’d stopped smiling.

“Put me down you demon!” I screamed and he released me, which caused me to fall unceremoniously to the ground. It didn’t hurt, but the floor was cold and I was still wet and naked. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed a towel from the pile Sebastian had brought in earlier. I wrapped myself in it, trying to preserve the sliver of dignity I had left. It didn’t work.

I glanced over to Sebastian, because my eyes just couldn’t help themselves. His face was an unreadable mask, as I had expected. Nothing even leaked from his eyes. He was apparently back to being in full control of his expressions. It was surprising that he had let so many it slip so much since I… my change. I knew it had been a shock to him, and me, and I knew that he would adapt eventually. I guess I should’ve been flattered that it had taken him so long to adjust, but the thought of being completely unable to read him again was a sadly overpowering concern.

Feeling slightly frustrated at his again unreadable expression, I concentrated on drying myself. One thing was strange though. Each time I turned away from him, initially this was because I was too embarrassed to look at him while drying myself, I couldn’t help but feel a heated gaze trailing over my skin. But no matter how many times I turned towards him, I could not catch him once with anything but that coldly neutral look. Maybe I was just imagining it. For some reason, though, I could not shake the sensation that he was watching me.

“Young Master?” I jumped when he spoke, because I had been so intent on the thought of his gaze that I had completely lost any perception of my surroundings. I turned up to him, quickly recovering from the shock of his words breaking the silence.

“Sebastian?” I replied with the same questioning tone. It was strange of him to address me first, though I’m not sure why. It was not as if he did not usually strike up conversation with me, but it was always in a businesslike setting, while this situation felt too… intimate. In these types of situations it tended to be a battle to get him to say more than three words that were not used to tease me, but who knew, maybe he was addressing me just to make fun of my earlier carelessness or my sensitivity to his touching me while saving my life. Anything’s possible with him.

“How are you planning to feed your hunger?” He bluntly inquired, “And do not try to deny it, I can smell it leaking off of you.”

The straightforwardness of the question was… not what I had expected. For a moment I just stared at him blankly, not quite absorbing what it was he had said. Then once it had hit me, I blushed a deep, hot red and glared at him incredulously. Luckily, I had trained myself over these few weeks to better control my face, and managed to gain control of myself relatively quickly. I could not tell his motivation from just that, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he was leading up to something. And I was sure that it would not be something pleasant. Not for me at least.

“I had not decided yet. So far human food has been able to keep the edge off, but I know I’ll need to deal with it sooner rather than later. Why do you ask?” I was filled with a small sense of pride at being able to keep my voice from giving away my true emotions. Given my inner turmoil, keeping my emotions from leaking into my voice was quite the feat.

“I was merely concerned that Young Master was neglecting himself merely due to his unnecessary pride.” For a moment I was completely taken aback. While he usually made jabs at me, they were harmless comments that were easily recovered from. This comment hit home in a way I was not prepared for. I knew that my pride had caused me a great number of avoidable inconveniences, but it was also a core part of me. For a long time, my pride had been the only thing that kept me moving forward. Without it, who knows where I’d be today.

“How dare you! I-“ And honestly I do not know how I was going to end that sentence, but luckily before I had a chance to make a fool of myself, Sebastian decided to interrupt.

“I apologize for upsetting you, My Lord; however I just wanted to express my concerns and to offer myself to fulfill your needs if you should deem it necessary.” Now there was a bold statement. So this was his game. I had been playing off my hunger nonchalantly, but Sebastian had obviously seen through my ploy. I was very quickly losing control over myself. Just that morning I had been sitting alone and when Finny had come in babbling about some flower he had discovered growing in the garden, I found myself staring at him in a way I had never dreamed possible. It was very disturbing to me. It was only thanks to Mey-Rin dropping some dish that I was able to come to my senses before things got… embarrassing. Luckily Finny is quite slow, so he did not notice anything. However, I would have no such luck with Sebastian.

“Well I don’t deem it necessary.” Simple, clean, harsh. Just as I had intended. Funny how only these small attacks managed to flow out of my mouth as cruel as I had intended. It was a strange talent, but given my position, it was one that I used fairly often.

“I assume you are not planning to forge a pact with some mortal so that you could devour their soul. I also do not see you committing any acts of serious violence, considering your attentiveness to your public image. Therefore, I can only conclude that you are planning on feeding through sex again. Now, forgive my arrogance, Young Master, but if not me, who else would you feed on? The servants? Elizabeth? There is no one in your service or in your acquaintance who would be a suitable partner.” I glared at him in silence because he was right. And no matter how much I had been trying to run away from it, I knew that eventually I would just have to face facts that I was going to have to sleep with Sebastian again. It almost made me regret ever having pushed him away in the first place. However I would not give in so easily.

For a moment I considered my earlier encounter with Finny, but quickly brushed the thought away. I could never do that, it would be too odd. Besides, Sebastian would not take that slight lying down. Not that I was afraid of what he’d do. Wait, why did I believe that Sebastian would care if I slept with one of my servants? He scoffed at the idea as if it was unthinkable, which, of course, it was. But…was it really so inconsiderable? I mean, they have sworn to serve me, and I’d like to think that sleeping with me is not unpleasant. Sebastian must have seen the thoughtful look on my face, because he chose that moment to interrupt my train of thought.

“Young Master, You can’t seriously be considering sleeping with the servants!” I do not know how he deduced that that was what I had been considering. Maybe since it was the smallest evil among the things he had listed off or maybe I was just that easy to read. That was an unpleasant thought.

“And why can I not consider that? They are my servants. They are here to serve me,” I replied stubbornly.

“Would you really force any of them to sleep with you?” Sebastian had an especially smug expression on his face as he stated this. As if he had found the fatal flaw in my plan. He was wrong, however, which made it all the easier for me to retort.

“Force them? Of course not! I would give them a choice. I have been told I am quite… cute” The word tasted like iron as it flowed over my tongue. I hated admitting that I was… that word, “I do not believe that it would a torturous experience for them. Who knows, maybe they’d even be enthusiastic about it. And if not, I can be quite… persuasive.” I let my eyes bleed to demon red, and let a coy smile play across my lips. The thought of seducing my servants was a strangely exciting sentiment.

I watched the emotions play across his face like clouds over the sun. Shock, Revulsion, Frustration, Anger, and then mask returned. I did not know why any of these emotions had surfaced, but I reveled in that fact that I had discovered a chink in his armor. How intriguing! I felt a strange feeling bubble inside me. Did Sebastian really care whether or not I slept with the servants, and why? Because they were of a lower station? Because they are not attractive enough? Because they are not him? Hope. I felt hope, and I had no idea why. I wanted him to care. I really, truly did, which implied… But I couldn’t. Luckily this dangerous train of thought was cut off before I could get any farther.

“So you would truly consider sleeping with them?” Despite the coldness of his expression, the fury I could feel emanating from his eyes, was… I do not know how to describe it. It was confusing. Terrifying, but beautiful, and though I will never admit it aloud, strangely arousing.

“Sebastian? This is truly unlike you. Displaying emotions so blatantly, the way you’re acting, it’s almost as if you’re in love with me.” I chuckled, but it was a dark humor, tinged with ideas of mournfully impossible things. When he did not reply, I stopped laughing and spared a glance in his direction. What I saw was unexpected to say the least.

He just stood there, staring where I had been standing, his eyes wide. Shock? No, that was impossible. I didn’t have any other explanation for his actions, though, which unfortunately caused that sliver of hope that he might return my feelings to grow. I took a step towards him, the discarded towel long forgotten. I reached my hand towards him, but he did not react. I touched his face, and his eyes flashed quickly to look at it, as if he had not noticed my approach. This was completely unlike him. My Sebastian would never allow himself to be snuck up on or to ever lose track of his master.

And there it was again, hope. Could it be that he was truly shocked by my statement, could I really believe that maybe, just maybe, the demon in front of me held some matter of affection for me. I stared into his eyes, and what I saw was… amusement. In the blink of an eye, his expression had changed from one of shock and panic, to one of dark humor and pride. The realization of what had just happened hit me in that instant. He had not lost his control, he was just testing his ability to fake emotions. He was playing with me. HE WAS FUCKING PLAYING WITH ME!

“Get out,” It came out as a whisper, and I saw the confusion play across Sebastian’s face. I knew he had heard me though. I felt the tears begin to well in the corners of my eyes. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have believed he could have loved me, or just liked me, for even one moment?

“Get out! Get out, you bastard!” I yelled it, but he didn’t move. I put out my arms to push him towards the door, but even with my newfound strength, I could not even budge him an inch. Giving up, I pushed myself away from him and began to move towards the door myself, but I was stopped as I was jerked to a stop by a hand grabbing my arm. I turned to look at him, and there seemed to be genuine concern in his eyes, but that only made my tears flowed faster. I wanted to trust that look, but… And it was gone. The concern vanished, replaced by his cold, neutral mask. Slowly he let go of my arm, and I turned away from him.

“I order you as your master, to GET THE HELL OUT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn’t look at him, but after a silent moment, I knew he was gone. I let myself collapse to the floor, sobbing. I felt humiliated, tired, and crushed. I didn’t love this demon. There was no way that I could. I couldn’t… But I did. And it hurt. It hurt so very, very much.
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