Revelations

Chapter three

AN: So, in case you people didn't realize, Sebastian and Ciel can talk to each other in their minds...It makes sense considering the contract and all. It's probs not like that in the show or manga, but...COOL RIGHT???! *casually skips off*

"Your deep dish Apple and raisin pie served with your favourite tea, Young Master.", Sebastian tells the boy as he knocks lightly on the door.
"You may enter, Sebastian.", Ciel replies, his fingers laced together in his lap and his feet propped up against his chin, again.
The butler walks in only to see the boy still in his place by the window, still staring off at the grounds.
"Something troubling you?"
Ciel shrugs, then shakes his head.
He sighs.
"It's nothing..."
"Really?", Sebastian asks, suddenly intrigued.
Ciel nods slowly, watching Finny who's still down in the gardens, gathering flowers.
"And, why do tell, won't you tell me?"
"Sebastian..."
"Young Master, I am offended that you would think that I am not concerned about your well-being. After all, if I wasn't, then what kind of butler would I be to you?"
'A normal one...', Ciel thinks, not daring to look directly at him.
Sebastian pretends to not have heard Ciel's words in his mind, and instead begins to cut the pie into quarters, placing a slice on a small china plate for the boy.
"Eat this and then we shall discuss your current matters."
Ciel sighs, but reluctantly turns around and accepts the snack, from his butler's outstretched hand.
"Now then, what seems to be troubling my Young Master, today?", Sebastian asks, gazing intently at Ciel.
The Earl of Phatomhive coughs, and the demon hands him a napkin.
He then proceeds to cough into it, attempting to clear his throat, which suddenly feels like it's closing up, rapidly.
For the hundredth time that day it seems, Ciel sighs.
"Nothing that you would understand...", he mutters, angrily breaking up the slice of cake with his fork.
The demonic butler raises an eyebrow at that.
"Oh? Really?"
Ciel nods his head slightly, continuing to break up the cake into tiny cubes.
"Yes Sebastian, you would not understand my current issue, so why should I even tell you?"
A hurt look crosses over the butler's face.
"Young Master, I am surprised by you. You of all people should know by now, that I have seen many an issue in my time, and can most likely help you with whatever your 'issue' as you put it, may be."
Ciel sighs again, but is stopped by a white-gloved hand on his mouth.
The boy looks up in alarm at Sebastian, clearly worried about what the butler's intentions are.
The demon just chuckles.
"Red is certainly a flattering colour on you, my Little Lord. You should wear it more often."
"Shut up!", Ciel exclaims, rising from his window seat.
"Ugh, what was I even thinking? You don't care about me at all! So, why am I even doing this? Telling you-you of all people what's clearly wrong with me?!"
Sebastian doesn't say anything, but he slowly sits down beside his master on the window ledge.
He then places a hand carefully against Ciel's uncovered knee-cap.
The Earl was wearing shorts, today.
"Young Master?", Sebastian asks, almost timidly.
"There's something serious going on with you...isn't there?"
The boy doesn't have to nod, for the demon to know he's right.
"If you don't mind me asking...Ciel Phantomhive...what is it? What's bothering you to no end, that you destroyed the lovely slice of cake I made and prepared for you?"
Ciel doesn't reply though, he's speechless, Sebastian has never called him by his name, well, not since the contract agreement 2 years ago...
The boy kicks his feet against the window ledge, suddenly restless.
He glances up at the spotless ceiling and wishes it weren't so white, so that he could actually stare at something, rather than look at his butler.
But, sooner or later he'd have to, anyway.
Ciel takes a breath, leans forward, his face suddenly pale.
The demon looks shocked by this, but doesn't comment.
"I-I need to tell you something..."
Sebastian nods, hanging on the Earl's every word, now.
The gloved hand on his knee squeezes it firmly, letting him know that no matter what he has to say, the butler will be there for him.
Like, he always has been since day one...
"Sebastian, I-I think I'm-", Ciel starts to say, but is suddenly cut off, by the sound of a loud banging sound from downstairs.
Most likely, the estate's kitchen.
Like lightning, Sebastian rises from his place in the window beside Ciel and dashes over to the door, gloved-hand already on the knob, before Ciel can say anything more.
"We shall talk later if you are willing, Young Master. Right now, there seems to be a matter that I need to attend to."
And just like that, he's running down the halls, looking for the source of the chaos.
Ciel lets out a long tired sigh.
'Perhaps I will take a nap', he thinks and before he knows it, he's fallen asleep in his place on the window seat, the massacred cake and plate, pushed over onto the plush carpet of his bedroom floor.