The Phantom Phantomhive | Yaoi | Sebastian x Ciel

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"Good Morning Young Master."
I was cold. So cold.
"It's high time you awaken. We have much to do today."
Why was I so cold?
"Come now."
I felt hands on my forearms. I jerked up with a dry hiss.
"!" I came staring into all-too-familiar blood red eyes. They were the eyes of the one that had once saved me.
Now all I saw were the eyes of the one that damned me.
"Sebastian." I snarled. He smirked.
"Good morning Young Master."
"You have the audacity to-?!" I stopped as I saw my reflection in his wine eyes.
"What the Hell?" Within his gaze I saw a small boy, angry. With navy hair and; glowing scarlett eyes.
"Right as always Young Master." The demon- the other demon, smirked. I felt sick.
"Why didn't you kill me?! You let that- that witch, take my soul and you didn't kill me?!" I shuddered, remembering the sickening feeling of that woman ripping my soul from me, along with Alois'. I felt dirty and violated. I began scratching at my arms.
"Disgusting... Disgusting. Disgusting disgusting disgusting!" My sharp nails drew blood. Then they were torn away from me, held roughly by Sebastian.
"That's enough Young Master. It's time for your morning tea." He looked at me sternly, silently telling me not to do it again, before releasing my wrists. With nothing else to say and my tantrum halted I looked out the window in a huff. The moon shone brightly against the midnight sky. It looked so pure.
"Today I have prepared something special for you. Something, new. I think you'll find it much to your liking." I distractedly took the teacup from Sebastian's outstretched hand. Still staring at the moon I tilted the cup to my lips and took a sip. At least that was the plan. What entered my mouth and slid down my throat was not liquid, but something else. I looked into the teacup.
"! It's empty?"
"Not quite,Young Master. This blend is called New Moon Drop, said to carry the essence of souls. It is particularly pleasing to demons. Like ourselves." I scoffed. Great, now I was drinking souls.
"Wonderful." I remarked sarcastically with a sigh. I had to admit that the feeling was pleasing. My nerves were now calm and my energy was replenished. Of course I still felt hollow. Empty.
Sebastian looked at me knowingly.
"The remnants of empathy and emotion will soon dwindle off. For now I ask that you take it slow and easy, you will be unstable with emotion. A demon with feelings is dangerous..." He stared daggers at the floor, though I could have sworn there were slight traces of- guilt?, behind his venomous glare.
Of course being Sebastian his mask was back in a millisecond. It made me curious.
"Sebastian." He looked at me blankly.
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Why did you wake me in the middle of the night?" He looked at me like I was daft.
"We, are demons Young Master. Does it not make sense to prefer the moon to the sun?" I thought about it for a moment before shrugging dismissively. Yes, it did make sense.
"Sebastian."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Why didn't you kill me?" His eyes widened slightly before his gaze drifted to the floor. Now I was truly curious. Sebastian never evaded or avoided- anything. Let alone a simple question.
"Sebastian," I repeated darkly. The traces of guilt had resurfaced in his gaze. He stunk of it.
Oh sure, yeah, now I can smell emotions. Peachy.
"I could not," He answered simply, still not meeting my gaze.
"And why is that?" I pressed. He shifted uncomfortably. Sebastian. Was uncomfortable. This was borderline comical.
He sighed and stood from where he was kneeled at my bedside. Without another glance in my direction he made his way to the door. He paused, just before he exited the room. He turned his head toward me, eyes still on the floor, head down.
"It is as I said, Young Master. A demon with emotions is, dangerous." He mumbled quietly. He eyes met mine unwaveringly as he spoke his last word. They looked so full of hunger I shivered. He stared at me for a long moment before disappearing out the door.
I stared at the vacant frame for a while, my mind blank, and yet full of questions.
I slowly lay back down in my bad, staring at the ceiling. I dozed off again, my head still trying to make some sense of- well, everything. It was not making much progress.