Crimson Trance (Black Butler)

Crimson Trance (ch. 11)

*Dedicated to HellsBells36 for her incapability to wait for my next update*  ^_^

~Sebastian's Pov~

"Young master," I said, "Young master," I repeated.

When he didn't wake, I walked to the bed, does he intend to be as stubborn as to ignore my call?

The door opened and I didn't bother to look, sensing Gwen's presence. I reached foreword, preparing to gently shake my master awake. Suddenly bolting upright, he held a gun to my forehead, his breathing labored and heavy.

"D-don't you...." Ciel said between huffs of heavy breaths. Gwen walked over slowly. "Touch me," he said, his hands shaking considerably, backing up farther away from me.

The frightened look on his face giving off hints he was a bit spooked.

I smiled and turned towards the tea cart, "This morning's tea is Assam Black with added milk,"

Behind me, I heard the bed creek, knowing Gwen might want to comfort her god-son. "It's a milk tea I have personally prepared, it is good for calming the nerves,"

I turned around to see Gwen tying the eye patch on, surprisingly enough, not comforting her shaking god-son. "Especially after a nightmare," she added.

The both of us spotted a book in the corner of our eyes.

"Edgar Allen Poe?" She said as I picked it up, "Haven't I told you already?" She said.

"I can do as I please," Ciel said, "What is on today's schedule,"

"Today you need to access files sent by the company," I said.

Gwen giggled as she tried to straighten Ciel's soft hair, "Today's afternoon guest will be the lovely Marchioness Middleford and Lady Elizabeth,"

Suddenly worked up, Ciel almost spilled his drink, if it wasn't for Gwen, grabbing a hold of it. "Ah, Damn," Ciel cursed.

"Language, dear," she said teasingly. She did, in fact carry genes of her brother.

"Today is also the young master's-" I was suddenly interrupted by Ciel, "Hurry," he said, "Get started with the preparations! Quick!"

What was my young master going on about?

"Why are you so anxious? The Marchioness Middleford won't arrive till afternoon-"

"You Moron!" Ciel said. I waited for Gwen's voice to scold his language but it never came.

"You realize this is Aunt Frances we're talking about!" Ciel said, hurriedly changing. Gwen waltzed out of the room, her hands behind her back.

"Ciel," she chided, "Don't reprimand the butler for not knowing," she glanced at my still confused expression.

"He just doesn't seem to have met her yet," she said, her voice mocking me to the very end as she exited the room.

I pursed my lips, she does this on purpose....I turn to help my young master. Hopefully I don't have to put up with her as I do my job, I'm sure she has her own.

"I don't believe the Marchioness will be too bad. It is said she is a noble-" I was cut off by my young master, "That's right you haven't met her before," he muttered, in realization.

Even though, I was sure the young master didn't mean to but he had compared me to the playful shinigami. So she was in more knowledge than I?

"Let me help, young master," I said, walking over as he quickly tried to button his shirt, "Or else it would get into a hopeless mess,"