Insensate.

23. My Life.

Since Sebastian was feeling a lot better, he gave the bed to the Man that had fainted on the floor. Harry came in and told us that we were safe for now.

Eventually the Man woke up, it only took one look at Sebastian, and he started to panic. "..How!?"

He freaked out, José raised an eyebrow, and forced the Man to stare at him. "You know the Howell's, but do you know the Guerrero's?"

Still frightened, The Man gave Sebastian a side eye, he who was finding the entire situation amusing. ".. Necromancers?"

José looked relieved that he didn't have to explain things too much. "Yes, my brother here, Joseph," I waved at the Man who returned an sheepish smile, still trembling. ".. resurrected Sebastian, by accident may I add."

The Man stared at Sebastian, we all rushed to help him when his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Luckily, he shook himself, and took a few deep breaths. He raised his shaky hand, and poked Sebastian's cheek. He snickered, and I jabbed my elbow into the side of his stomach, giving him the eyes that caused him to compose himself.

Rolling my eyes, a playful smile lingered on my face. I placed a comforting hand on the Man's shoulder, "..As you heard, I'm Joseph, you are?"

José furrowed his eyebrows at me, "Joseph, I told you earlier—"

"Shut up, I'm trying to be nice." I said with a wide grin on my face.

I felt the Man's shoulder slump with ease, his eyes softened up, and he sighed. "Micheal. Micheal Perch."

I smiled, my voice gentle and kind. It normally happens when I speak to older people. ".. Beautiful name. Well, Michael, I need your help." A serious expression overshadows my previous one. "You said you found the case of Sebastian unfair, right?"

He nodded sullenly, Sebastian smiled with kindness at him, I could feel the happiness and gratefulness from him. He was glad someone believed in him. "Yes, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, let me just quickly explain to you, what we have been doing for a few hours now."

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It went very smoothly. It took him a while to adjust to our ways, and what we told him. But Micheal was a natural.

In short, I explained to him what we did with Sebastian, and what my Plan was.

All I needed was the files of the Case. That was it, for now, I would keep the tests safe at home, and... I had to do something about my abilities before I could resurrect Marie, and as José said, go to the Family house.

I wasn't sure about what was needed to be done, but I knew that I had to give myself to the House. It was time to stop running away, and I was confident that I would succeed.

I sighed in the kitchen, I peeled the potatoes, eyeing the Chicken I set in the sink to defrost. Taking out a knife, I cut the potatoes in long, slim pieces. The carrots were already cut, and it was time to cut the Red, green, and yellow Bellpeppers. I placed the Oven rack on the stove, a foil already covering it. Soon, I finished cutting the Bellpapers and I started to put the vegetables on the foil.

The chicken finished defrosting, and I place different pieces on the vegetables. I took different spices, and seasoned the vegetables and chicken. Setting the Oven, I pushed the Oven rack inside, and closed it, unaware that Sebastian leaned against the counter behind me, as he watched me cook.

I flinched, startled by his watchful eyes. "You scared me.." He wasn't responsive, Sebastian's arms were crossed, his back pressed against the counter as he stared at me with such curiousity. His dark curls laid perfectly on his forehead, a slight hint of red appeared on his cheeks.

"Back in the 19th Century, Men didn't have to cook." He said very slowly and carefully as his eyes inspected my body and face with a dark desire.

I gulped, visibly uncomfortable. "..Well, I'm an Adult Man who lives alone. I have to be able to take care of myself. I believe Men and Women should take care of themselves, instead of relying on their Partners. Unless.." I add, "One of them goes to work, they want to take care of each other, or one voluntarily does that, and loves it. If that's the case, then it's Alright, but those are just my beliefs."

Sebastian thoughtfully gazes at me, the corners of his lips subconsciously perking up slightly, his eyes squinted at me, and a hand holding his chin.

He agrees. "You are right." After that, it's silent.

His grey eyes are still on me, observing and taking in my fidgeting self. I lick my lips, my eyes looking around the room as a way to distract myself, it's so awkward! And all he's doing is looking at me, I don't wanna walk away, because that'll be so embarrassing and awkward.

I should try and start a conversation up, "..Um.." I began talking, "Do you have any Siblings, Sebastian?"

"No, Buttercup." He answered shortly. Now I was weirded out, he was just staring at me.

I bit my lip, playing with my fingernails, I avert my stare. "..Can you tell me more about yourself? How you were back then, and what you did?"

Sebastian puffed out a smile, "I was.. Very calm. Calmer than I am right now. Although I was quiet, and kind when spoken to, I knew that, that wasn't the case. At night, I would sneak out, and go to the very secretive; Homosexual Club."

I could feel myself blush, and I was sure he noticed it, but he continued to speak. "..Spend some time with a lot of boys, until I came across one that I particularly liked. There was something I liked about him.. But of course, my Father caught me."

My stomach churned, as I knew what happened next. "..Is it okay if you talk more about your Parents?"

He nodded, his eyes saddened as he spoke about his Parents. "My mother was never in the Picture, she didn't die, she just chose to leave my Father. I visited her in secret, Father wasn't happy with the divorce, and he forbade me from mentioning her, and visiting her. She loved me, very much." His love for her never died, and I was glad.

"However," he simmered with resentment and loathe. "My Father was a terrible Man, a predator and a bad father. Horrible mix. He mistreated me, and abused me day and night. It only got worse when he found that boy and I kissing. Soon, as you know, I was forced to marry Marie."

He looked at me in the eyes, the distant glint in his eyes returning as he spoke, "I didn't have too many friends, so when I met Marie, I was glad. But it was all too good to be true, and look what happened." The glint in his eyes disappeared.

Sebastian approached me, he lifted his hand, and cupped my right cheek as he gazed down at me. "..If only I had met you earlier. Although, I am satisfied with our meeting,"

"You are my Life, Buttercup." With that, he gently pushed me closer to him, and hugged me.

Slowly but gradually, I raised my arms, and embraced him back. My head pressed against his chest.