Anime One-Shots

Changed for the Better (Sebastian x Dying!Reader)

Bassy bassy bassy bassy bassy bassy bassy bassy BASSY. *takes out camera and takes several pictures of smexay bassay* I'm a Grell cosplayer. Don't judge me. *shrugs*

Song fic. The song I'm using is Changed for the Better from the musical, Wicked. Love that song. T^T

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I'm limited. Just look at me. I'm limited, and just look at you. You could do all I couldn't do... So now it's up to you. For both of us. Now it's up to you.

"I've brought tea for you, Ms. [l/n]." His smile lit up my limited days as he set down the tea tray on my lap with such care, crimson eyes bearing into my own [e/c]. As his master cried out his name from another room, Sebastian Michealis slid something in my hand. With a wink, he glided out of the room with inhuman grace. I looked at the object he'd given me. A black rose.

I've heard it said, that people come in our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I am who I am today, because I knew you.

My legs were growing weaker, and it was harder to stand. Fear was a constant, but it felt like it wasn't there at all. I knew I was going to die since I was born. We all are to die someday! My day was just going to come... sooner. The doctors didn't know my disease. All I could do was let the sickness eat me up. All I could do... was wait.

"M'lady, it appear as if your eyes are watery," Sebastian comments to me, one late and particularly long afternoon. I hid my face away in shame. I only cry when I'm alone. Why bother when I feel as if no one really noticed or cared about me, anyways? "Do you have an allergy, perhaps?"

"I have something much, much worse," I whisper, voice hitching on my thick throat. "If only it were just an allergy, Sebastian. If only, if only, if only." A frown appears on Sebastian's lips, as he lightly sits upon the foot of my bed. I can't even make eye contact with the butler I seemed to care for more than I should.

His fingers were tracing beneath my eyes. They were cold, long, slender. I shiver at the iciness of his touch. Sebastian slowly wipes the tears that were threatening to fall, slightly wetting his pure white gloves. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine. The world froze. We were close, too close, and so close that... "MASTER!" Ciel Phantomhive could ruin the moment.

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun, like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better. But, because I knew you, I've been changed for good.

It was hard to even move a finger. To blink was to inflict serious pain on my own self. My lungs hurt as they rised up, then down. The starts twinkled just outside of the window. It was lonesome, just laying here, wondering if the next day could be my last. The door slowly opens as the candle-bearing butler gently made his way inside of my room. It was a miracle that I was able to sit upright. Sebastian's features were shadowed by the candlelight.

"Hello, Ms. [l/n]," he whispers to me, with the words that made me so happy when he said them. He always made me feel important. He also made it hard to accept that soon, I would never be able to see him again. "I just came to bid you goodnight."

"Thank you, Sebastian," I exhale, longing to feel his chilling touch once more. My wish came true. Slowly, Sebastian took my hand in his. His hands were long, and slender, and cool. Mine were small, and icy. Cool and icy are different things, especially when it came to hands. It could very well make every difference in the world.

Sebastian leans in closer. This time, there was no one to stop us. There was no one to deprive our moment. Our lips met in a sweet collision. Sebastian wasn't a warm person. He was cold as ice. How could someone so lively feel so cold? I didn't "melt" into his arms. I didn't start making out full on, either. I was ridged. Sebastian was graceful. I was broken, he was cold.

Oddly enough, it was... perfect.

It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime. So, let me say before we part: so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart... And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten me by being my friend.

Lips pale, breaths shallow, body full of pain. I told the doctor the very same thing, and all he could do was give me a grim look. All in time, he says, all in due time, you'll find your peaceful end. I heard it all. I knew I was to leave this awful world soon. It would feel so nice... so nice... to finally not feel the pain of knowing I was going to leave. No trace of me. No trace....

Sebastian came into the room as soon as the doctor left. He shut the door, and came close to me. And... just sat there, watching me. I stared back. I didn't know what else there was to do, especially when it hurts to breathe. I wish I could just stop breathing already. I wish I didn't hurt.

Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood. Who could say if I've been changed for the better....

A sheet was pulled over her pale body, closest people to family not shedding a tear as they saw the last of Lady [y/n]. They weren't even really family. She died thinking she was alone.

But because I knew you...

The butler stroked her [h/c] locks once all have left the funeral. He stared into her dead eyes, still beautiful, just empty of light. Gently, his slim fingertips closed her delicate eyelids. There was a frown on his face, a face that never usually held such an expression. "Oh, [y/n]," he mutters quietly. "I think I almost actually.... loved.... you."

But love, he knew, was something even such an able butler as himself was incapable of.

Because I knew you....

"I'll be seeing you soon, [y/n]."

I've been changed for good.