Why Are You Leaving (Republished.)

Chapter 1: A (Planned) Grand Escape

Sebastian huffed as he sprinted down the hall. He had finally thought of a good way for him to be able to run away. He had been attempting day after day for weeks now. But now, he finally thought of a promising plan. He had to make sure Randal was dead asleep for this to be able to work. Even thinking his name made him feel increasingly sicker to his stomach than the nervousness he already felt.

Sebastian was uneasy, but, he had the scissors Randal had taken away from him. He thought of this plan he has now when Randal was bothering him about another sick "game" He had been wanting to play with him.

"Sebastian?.."
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It was noon when he woke up from his forced nap.

"Sebastian!!" Randal yelled in his face with a mischievously wide smile on his face. Sebastian narrowed his eyes a bit, struggling to adjust to the light of the room and the redhead's loudness. He detested being woken up to yelling, Randal was making it harder for him to keep his peace. As much as Sebastian wanted to punch him across the face and tell him to shut up he didn't.

He learned his lesson from last time knowing how much Randal got a kick out of any sort of violence or negative physical touch. "Y-yes?.." He answered sitting up, already feeling anxious in his chest and he hasn't even woken up fully. "What are you doing Sebby?~" Randal sang, holding onto his coffin for support, getting closer to him.

"Um, I was sleeping," Sebastian states, slightly scooting away from Randal. He hated how he loved to ignore his personal space. It made him so uncomfortable. "Well get up because we're going to play a fun game with each other!" Randal smiled at him.

It almost looked like a good honest smile but with the weeks he had been here he picked up on when Randal was being serious or not. He was rarely ever serious. Serious in this context, that something good was going to happen. "I don't want to play any of your stupid games. I-I just want to go back to sleep!" Sebastian whined in protest.

Randal stared at him. The silence was so loud it felt sickening to Sebastian, a few seconds passed, "But! Sebastian~ Oh sweet Sebs.." Randal touched his face, caressing his cheek. Sebastian flinched, wanting to back away from the touch. "I think you're forgetting who owns you, my pet," Randal said with a bit of a playful, mocking attitude which just pissed Sebastian off all the more.

"I am not your pet" Is what he wanted to say, but he knew Randal would go on about how he owned him practically. "Okay?" Sebastian answered, not interested in holding a conversation with this madman. "Good! Now come along!" Randal pressed on anyways.

Luther appeared at the door just standing there. "Thine brother! What graces your elegant presence today?" Randal slid over looking up at him. Sebastian stayed in his place just standing next to his coffin. Luther was tolerable, he was a neatly organized gentleman. Very respectfully. He would like Luther if he wasn't the one who dragged him here in the first place.

"We are low on groceries, Randal." Randal stuck his tongue out, shifting onto the balls of his feet. "And what does that have to do with me?" He retorted already getting bored with his brother. "We are going. Shopping <3" Luther's lips curved the slightest bit to a smile showing off his 'cute humanness'.

"Big brother! I don't want to go boring ol' shopping!" Randal whined gripping Luther's shirt. "I think Sebastian would like to go, wouldn't you?" Luther turned over his attention to the very anxious man in the corner.

Sebastian jumped at the calling of his name. "O-oh, uh, um, yeah.. yeah sure I wanna go." He said fiddling with his fingers. Luther hummed. "See Randal, your pet would like to go get some fresh air," Randal nodded. "Ohhh. Okay! If my pet would like the air we are going to get Canadian fresh air!!" Randal leaped up happily.

'Did he need to emphasize it was Canadian?..' Sebastian thought, grimacing at Randal's ignorance. "Well come along then," Luther disappeared into the hallway. It was only Sebastian and Randal now. "Well come along Sebby! We have to fetch to air you!"

Sebastian tried to process what the other had just said but found it a waste of time just trying to understand Randal in general. They both walked out of the room once they were ready to go. "Nyon is going to guard the house while we are out, Nyen is going to be our driver," Luther said softly, Nyen just walked outside. He felt like he needed a cigarette.

"Aw why not ME, Big brother?!" Randal yelled immaturely. Sebastian slightly cringed from the other's immaturity, sighing softly. "Is something 'the matter?" Luther asked Sebastian, staring dead at him. Sebastian quickly fixed his gaze on his. "N-no, no there's nothing wrong.." He stammered holding his arm. "Are you sure? There looks to be something you aren't saying."

"Yeah, Sebastian!! How stupid of you to feel things!" Randal butted in snorting annoyingly. "Randal." Luther gave Randal a look. "That isn't how you treat your pet, remember, you must treat him with-" "Love and care yeah, yeah... I got all that crap.." Randal pouted crossing his arms.

"Well if there's no further conversation, let us commence," Luther said fading out of existence. "D-does no one find it the slightest bit weird he just.. never mind.." Sebastian gave up wondering why things were so weird in this house. "Let's commence ourselves!!" Randal giggles holding onto Sebastion's arm and yanking him out of the door.