Revelations

Chapter four

AN: Who here actually ships #sebaciel?
I'm undecided yet, as I said.
*sounds totally hypocritical cause I read the fanfics and am even writing one right now*
Oh well, all in good time, shall the final decision be made... XD

A little while later, Sebastian enters the room again.
It's midday and the sun shining with a brilliant glow through the large window.
The demonic butler shakes his head, as he bends down to pick up Ciel's discarded cake and plate that have fallen on the floor.
'I will have to mop that up, later', Sebastian thinks, but smiles softly, when he hears the Earl's small soft snores.
'Oh well, anything for my master...'
Sebastian then retrieves a pillow from Ciel's bed and gently props the boy's head onto it.
'There, now you will be more comfortable'
For a reply, he gets another soft snore from Ciel, and then the boy stirs slightly, turning so that his sleeping face is facing the butler.
Sebastian takes a long moment to admire his master as he sleeps.
The way his one blue eye disappears from view and how his face goes blank, like he hasn't got a care in the world.
Carefully, without disturbing the boy, Sebastian slowly slips the black eyepatch off Ciel's other purple eye.
The one that's marked with a pentagram, and is the physical representation of the contract that they both are inexplicably bound to.
The butler then pulls one of his white gloves off with his teeth and then places his now exposed pale hand, so the back of it is near where the boy's pentagram would be, if he were awake.
Due to the fact that he is sleeping, the mark is hidden safely from view.
But, Sebastian knows it's there, can feel the warmth that is radiating off Ciel, because of his proximity to the mark.
He lets out a breath, that he didn't even know existed, and whispers into the Earl's ear.
"Young Master, it is time that you woke up. Lady Elizabeth will be here soon..."
A pause.
"You don't want to disappoint her..."
When Sebastian steps back, he watches the boy's eyes immediately flutter open, like a butterfly would it's wings.
Ciel smiles a little in his butler's direction.
"How long was I out for?", he asks, rubbing his eyes.
The demon gently helps him sit up and then replies: "About 2 hours at least, my Litttle Lord."
The boy nods slowly, no doubt the dregs of sleep still clinging to him.
Then, his eyes widen, in pure panic.
"2 HOURS?! SO WHAT? YOU DID NOT THINK TO WAKE ME UP?!"
Sebastian sighs, clearly used to his master's outbursts.
"No. You see, I came in here about 10 minutes ago, and you were sleeping rather pleasantly I might add on the window seat, and I didn't wish to disturb you."
'Seeing you looked so cute and all...'
"CUT THAT OUT!"
Sebastian cocks his head to one side.
"Cut out what, Young Master?"
Ciel gets up angrily nearly slipping in the mess of cake and porcelain on the carpet.
He shakes a finger accusingly at the demon.
"You know what! So, stop pretending like you have no clue what I'm talking about, because you most certainly do!"
Sebastian lets out a defeated sigh.
"Very well, I will stop whatever it is that has bothered you, but only if you stop screaming so. It is really a very horrible sound to my ears."
Ciel rolls his one eye, dramatically.
"Oh well, then pity you then!"
The demon cringes.
"Seriously, please stop screaming at me, Young Master. You will find that I listen better, when not yelled at."
The boy did not look convinced, but he remained silent.
"Now then, I think it is time that you get ready for your fiancée's arrival. Don't you agree, my Little Lord?"
Ciel sighs, but reluctantly lets the butler undress him, considering he's been sleeping in his current state of dress.
He tries not to laugh a little at the way Sebastian's long pale fingers seem to unintentionally brush against his small frame, how the touch of the demon, makes his heart beat a little faster.
Whether or not the latter feels this same feeling, as he carefully changes the boy, it is uncertain.
It doesn't matter to Ciel though, because for those few brief moments it seems, he actually feels like his young pathetic life is really worth something.
That there really is a purpose to it.
And, of course, he also feels a great overwhelming sense of shame, at longing for Sebastian's touch, for his constant thoughts of what he'd do, if his butler ever did admit to feeling the same...
"Young Master?", Sebastian asks, his white-gloved hands now resting on the Earl's shoulders, a look of concern clearly displayed on his face.
Ciel takes a breath, and attempts to look anywhere but at the demon kneeling down before him.
"I-I think I'd like to have some tea, now. S-Sebastian, would you go get me some, please?"
It's not an order that passes through the boy's lips, but a question.
As if he fears the butler will refuse his request.
Sebastian gives him a surprised expression, but quickly gets up and heads off out into the hall way, to prepare his master's tea.
Once he has left, Ciel groans loudly, his hands going up to cover his face, as he lets hot stinging tears slowly escape his one eye, blinking it rapidly, as they cascade down his pale cheeks.
'Why can't I tell him?', he thinks, angrily rubbing at his eye, trying to force the tears to stop.
'Why can't I tell him what's really the issue?'
He sighs sadly, knowing the answer to his own stupid question.
"It's because I know he does not feel the same...", Ciel says aloud, to the empty room.
Wishing with everything he has, that his butler, his stupid demon, would return to him, soon.