Insensate.

35. Slightly close to Success.

December 3.
14:30.

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I heard the curtain blowing due to the heavy wind. The smell of rain filled the room. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I had a feeling that the amount of sleep I was getting was suspicious. My eyes twitched, when I caught a whiff of baked bread, scrambled eggs, fruits, and a.. Flower?

Focusing on my ability of smelling, it was a buttercup, my favorite flower. The fruits were also my favorite, strawberries, watermelons, and grapes. And trust me when I say, my eyes instantly fluttered open. I looked around, a bit dazed with sleep.

Sebastian set the tray down on my desk, a glass of sparkling water, my favorite type of water, on the side. He muttered under his breath, "..Perfect.." After eyeing the tray, his stare turned to me. I was still looking around, my mind hadn't caught up on what had happened last night. But I felt tired, weak, and overexerted.

He sat down next to me, caressing under my right eye. Humming to himself, Sebastian had a small smile on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he was deep in thoughts. Moving his head closed to me, he placed a long lasting kiss on my forehead. "Awake?"

I nodded slightly, my head throbbed when I did so. My mouth was dry, and I was in need of water. "..Water.."

He muttered out an okay, and instantly reached out for the glass. He brought it slowly to my lips, before I drank, I covered my mouth as I yawned. Little tears spilled out of my eyes, and I took a sip of the fresh water. My throat ached for more, but luckily I drank slowly yet eagerly. I was so tired, my eyes would shut from time to time, but then I would realize that I wanted to speak to Sebastian, bask in his alluring grey eyes.

He set the cup on my desk, quickly setting his attention on me, he patted my back while I coughed. I felt so sick, did we go too far last night? Or, perhaps I must've used my abilities. Now thinking about, it was definitely the latter. I did want to reincarnated him, did I not? And I did. I was so proud of myself.

"..Thank you," I showed him a grateful smile. I lifted my arm in attempts to fling the blanket away from me, but Sebastian grabbed my wrist softly, and clicked his tongue. "No, no. Eat these pills, they will help with pain, feeling nauseous, weak, you name it."

I listened to his words, and took the pills. Meanwhile, Sebastian refilled my glass with the pitcher he had brought from downstairs. I drank until I was satisfied.

He raised the tray, and set it carefully on my thighs. "..Eat, when you feel better, come down. Micheal came an hour ago, he has some good news for us. I have kept him busy and entertained as you slept."

He pushed me down when I immediately rushed to get out of bed. Acknowledging his concern, and the fact that he took care of me all night, even in the morning, I would eat.

And If I felt better, I would go downstairs, and speak to Micheal.

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Less than five minutes later.

My hips were sore but not to the point where I could not move.

Sebastian was right behind me, making sure that I did not hurt myself. The thought was sweet.

Micheal was in the living room. I rarely came here, I only went to the fireplace because it was warmer and had a nice, soothing vibe to it. Micheal was rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes paced out.

On the coffee table in front of him lay documents. That's when I remember, the case files!!

My steps quickened impatiently, causing Sebastian to run after me, calmly yelling. "..Careful!!! Don't be so imprudent.." His words are always slowly drawn out, his tone always elegant.

I chuckled eagerly. Immediately, I plopped down on the cough right next to Micheal. "Greetings to you, sir Perch!"

"How did you—" His eyebrows were furrowed, as he asked me, visibly confused.

"I'm psychic." I answered proudly.

He puffed out a small smile, neither kind or rude. He was just trying to seem polite so I wouldn't judge him based on his skin color, but I wasn't like that.

I gave him a downward sad smile, "..Sir.. Don't put up a facade when you are with me."

His eyes widened, blinking as he was taken aback. Flustered, he answered very hesitantly. "Oh.. Alright."

After some small talk, the questions were left to be asked, and the answers were left to be the solutions.

I begann, carefully observing if Micheal had found something very interesting to tell me. "..Did you aquire these illegally?"

He glanced at Sebastian, but that was enough to answer me. "..Yes.." He drew out guiltily.

"Just make sure not to get caught." I said. Picking up the files, I scanned it through. The case was dismissed due to 'lack of evidence' my ass. I stopped, there was a page.

A letter between the Press and the Law. Here, it stated that, yes the story would become really famous, but, in the bad way. This case would make the town seem horrible. People would wonder how they let a homosexual commit these crimes right under their noses. And that no one would believe that a woman was capable of doing such a thing, it was, a dishonor.

I clicked my tongue. But then an Idea popped up, "..This is good.. There's a letter. Here, the press is discussing their opinion on this crime,"

Sebastian perked up, interested. Micheal raised a brow, "Yes?"

I exhaled, a smile on my face as I explained. "So, if I can just gather some evidence that Sebastian did not commit those crimes, publish these, then hopefully, his reputation could be cleansed."

Micheal hummed, "..That is a good idea," He cleared his throat, a serious expression on his face. "But how would you do that?"

I smirked, "..Easy, I'm a Necromancer."