Revelations

Chapter eleven

AN: Any of my followers or readers read Crown of Midnight? Cause, yesterday I made it to part #2 and I just...ugh, WHY????!?!!????!!!!!??!!?!!??!?? 😭
Anyway, here's more of the story 4 you!

"MISTER SEBASTIAN!!!!", Mey-Rin shouts excitedly when she sees the butler leaning over the counter, a ham hock resting on the cutting board, knife held above it, ready to slice through at any second.
Sebastian sets the blade down slowly and turns to look at the maid.
His crimson eyes flashing with irritation, he takes a moment to calm himself, so that he won't end up ripping her head off right there in the kitchen.
"What is it this time, Mey-Rin?", the butler asks.
She frowns and says: "Master Ciel wanted me to tell you that he's very angry with you. Yes he is. Says that you should apologize and give him what he wants?"
There's a pause.
"What does he mean, Mister Sebastian?"
The demon sighs dramatically, then rolls his crimson eyes.
'That little brat...', he thinks quietly, hoping that Ciel won't hear him.
He then glares intently at the maid and then just as quickly, flashes her an obviously fake, apologetic smile.
"Oh, that? It is nothing, Mey-Rin. I can assure you of that. The young master is just acting rather childish today...that is all."
Mey-Rin nods her head vigorously at Sebastian, still terrified from his earlier expression and hurriedly dashes back out of the room.
Sebastian can't help but chuckle at the girl's clumsy antics, how flustered and embarrassed she just appeared to be.
Sighing, he returns to preparing the Earl of Phantomhive's dinner.

Later, when the table has been properly set and the ham roast sits proudly in the centre of the dining room table, a shiny silver dome covering its platter, the demonic butler heads upstairs to fetch Ciel and escort him to dinner.
But, when he reaches the young boy's room, the knob on the door refuses to turn, and as he calls: "Young Master, dinner is served!", there is no response.
If Sebastian would have been an ordinary butler, he would've just let the boy be, not bothering to force him out of his room, but he wasn't an ordinary butler, in fact, he prided himself on being 'one hell of a butler', so he wasn't about to let a perfectly good dinner get cold.
It just wasn't in his nature.
So instead, he sighs, one gloved hand already reaching into his pocket to extract the spare ring of keys he keeps for emergencies such as these.
After placing one in the lock, he twists it, until he hears the subtle click that signifies success.
Opening the door casually, he strides in, pretending that he didn't just break into his master's bedroom, uninvited.
Ciel however notices his butler's pathetic act and gets up from his seat in the window, glaring angrily at the demon, as he then stomps over to Sebastian, his small feet clad only in socks.
Also, the outfit he wore earlier has been replaced by something much less flashy and attention-seeking, and was no doubt selected by Mey-Rin.
It's a welcome sight for the demon, who had dreaded seeing Ciel in his cat costume again, one hand on his hip authoritatively, as he tried to get Sebastian to do his bidding.
The demonic butler quickly shakes the thought away, and smiles at the young boy, as he extends a white-gloved hand to him.
"I trust you are ready to be escorted down to dinner, my Young Lord?"
Ciel doesn't respond, but doesn't refuse his butler's hand outstretched to him.
The boy slowly walks out of the room with Sebastian, having trouble hiding his happiness at seeing his love again, if even just for something so common to both butler and master.
But, he knows that when Sebastian barely even detects the presence of any of the other Phantomhive staff, he'll release his grip on Ciel's hand, and the boy will be left once again feeling completely alone in the world.
Like, Sebastian is his lifeline and he is now drowning in his own fears and doubts, wishing that they'd just pull him under, already.
And, it happens, his demon, his butler, his everything, says the dreaded words he always hates hearing as they reach the bottom of the grand staircase.
"Ciel, I think it is time you let go, now."
It is those words that the boy wishes would never be spoken, would never pass through Sebastian's lips.
But, just the same, they do, and he finally lets go, sighing slowly as he does, feeling like every time he lets go of the demon, it's like their deep connection, their contact, is slowly coming apart at the seems and dismantling itself bit by ever-present bit, till eventually, no matter what Sebastian may tell him, there will be nothing left between them, not even their now awakened, quickly blossoming love...