ImmediatelyWriting's One Shots

#29. Black Butler) The Young Master's Brutal Idea Of An Endless Game

Summary: "Stay with me." Those were his young master's last orders.
Sebastian has to keep his promise to Ciel, even after death he has to stay with him and watch over him.
But is an order still an order if the "new" young master doesn't remember a single thing about the contract, the orders or his demon butler anymore?

Fandom: Black Butler
Ship: None
Genre: Reincarnation, Found Family

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Authorsnote:

Hey There!

I hope you'll have a wonderful time reading this little Black Butler fic I wrote!
Though, I have to give a few small disclaimers!

First off, the characters used in this fanfiction aren't mine; they belong to the creators of Kuroshituji (Black Butler).
Secondly, for as far as I know, there's no spoilers in here. So everything in this fanfiction is completely non-canonically, even though Ciel and Sebastian's past is still the same as it is in the anime.
And last, but certainly not least, this is not a ship fanfiction! This is merely a post-canon and non-romantic story about a young bratty master and one hell of a butler.

~ Noa

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He was too young.

Just a child, too young to die. Even a demon like Sebastian thought it was tragic when the young master he'd taken care of for such a long time couldn't live a longer life.

He hadn't even turned eighteen when Sebastian has to carry him home, wounded and broken; there was no way of saving him anymore.

The young master didn't appear to be scared, or bothered, up to the very moment that a strong fatigue settled in and he realized his heart was going to stop beating sooner than later. That's when all colour drained from his face and he looked up at Sebastian.

Sebastian had never felt worried about the young master, because he knew this child was strong willed and wouldn't die so easily, but a spear right through the heart had done the trick. This was a wound neither demon nor angel could fix, and Ciel Phantomhive would be taken away by the reapers at last.

"S-Sebastian," the young master had whispered in a weak and almost inaudible voice. His bratty tone and ordering voice had disappeared now that Ciel stood face to face with death.

"Yes, young master?" Sebastian asked, lying Ciel down on the bed so he could at least lay comfortably in his last moments.

"M-may I give you one last order?" the young master even sounded unsure of himself.

Sebastian nodded; one last order wouldn't be so bad, his contract with the brat would be ended in no time, and for some reason Sebastian felt like it was the right thing to do.

He couldn't ignore his lord's dying request after all.

"W-will you--" Ciel coughed. Thick red blood, internal bleeding wasn't something someone much stronger than the young master could survive, there was no way a scrawny child with asthma could survive blood in his lungs. "-- stay with me?"

Sebastian nodded and said, "Yes, for always, my lord."

As if it were a cue, the young master's skin seemed to get paler, his eyes duller. It was as if he could die peacefully now that he knew Sebastian would watch over him as he slowly left this world.

When the faint sound of his heart's beats eventually stopped after too much suffering, it felt like a spear going through Sebastian; ripping him apart from the inside. Was this what it felt like for his lord to die? Or could this be what grief felt like? Even though demons weren't supposed to feel empathy towards anyone, especially humans, Sebastian still felt like he had lost his reason of existing.