Revelations

Chapter fifthteen

AN: With extreme happiness always seems to be extreme tragedy. I am sorry for this turn of events, but I promise it will all be okay in the end! :)

About two whole weeks later, since that miraculous night together, Ciel sits at his dining room table with Sebastian, the butler's white-gloved hands resting on top of the young boy's.
It is extremely quiet, the other servants having gone away to do their own important duties.
For had they still been nearby, Sebastian wouldn't be sitting down in a chair across from Ciel, but rather standing beside the Earl's own, waiting for whatever command came next.
The boy sighs happily now, as he feels the demon staring at him with a look that can only be placed as adoration.
Their eyes are bright, as they both lean forward slightly, trying to close the seemingly never-ending distance between them.
But of course, just as Ciel feels Sebastian's breath ghosting his lips, so close to him that all Ciel would have to do is move barely an inch for both to finally join in a no doubt passionate kiss, they stop, and both inwardly cringe at the high-pitched voice that echoes through the manor.
"Master Ciel, there's someone at the door who wants to see Mister Sebastian, sir! Yes, they do!"
Ciel gives a confused look to his butler, but Sebastian just shrugs.
Sighing, he gets up from his seat across from Ciel, gives him a swift but loving peck on the cheek, before quickly disappearing out into the hall.
"Yes? What seems to be the trouble?", the demonic butler asks, opening the door and flashing an obviously forced smile at the annoyingly irritating girl that is Elizabeth.
She doesn't look up at Sebastian, but rather, keeps a decent amount of space between her and Ciel's butler, her hands trembling, as she tries to hold a small slip of folded up paper in her lacy, gloved hands.
When she finally dares to look up at him, there are evident tears in her eyes.
But, she brushes them away quickly, trying not seem overcome with such a petty emotion.
"Ms. Elizabeth?", Sebastian asks again, his voice now filling with something of a mild concern.
The look Lizzy flashes him next is so unlike her usual carefree, trigger-happy, self, that Sebastian actually gasps, placing a gloved hand to his lips, in alarm.
Her green eyes are now clouded with an emotion that can only be described as pure hatred as she spits her final words at him, seemingly as if they are a poisonous venom.
"You-You MONSTER! How-how COULD you?! It's a GOOD thing that I told my mother! Otherwise, who KNOWS what YOU would've done to MY poor Ciel!!!", as she screams out a name that Sebastian knows dearly, he suddenly feels sick at the thought of what she must have found out.
As she turns on her heel to leave, she thrusts the mysterious slip of folded paper into his face.
Being a demon, Sebastian can hear her thoughts as she does so.
'Take it, you wretched thing!'
And despite being a demon, he can't help but feel sudden tears well up in his eyes, and his throat grow tight, from trying in haste to hold them back.
'It has finally happened', he thinks, face paling at the realization of it all.
'What I dreaded most...feared most...'
"Sebastian, what's wrong?", he can hear Ciel ask, as he appears in the doorway.
He regards his cousin with a deeply, agitated sigh.
"Hi, Lizzy."
But, Lizzy just flashes him a look that if he didn't know better, would think was pity, as she then glares at Sebastian, and then walks out, slamming the door behind her with a definite thud.
Instantly, the young boy's one crystalline blue eye glances over at the demon, clearly demanding answers, but all the butler can do is force himself to look away from the child.
'He's just a child!', Sebastian yells angrily in his head.
'Just a child...'
Without anymore thought whatsoever, Sebastian turns away from the closed door, mutters under his breath: "It is nothing, Young Master', and then walks quickly away from Ciel, willing himself not to run back and tell him everything.
Tell him what Lizzy has given him...
Because, even without even glancing down, he knows what it is.
The folded up slip of paper in Sebastian Michaelis' white-gloved hand is a subpoena, and as it lays in his hand, it seems to dirty his perfectly clean gloved hand with shame and an undeniable guilt.
He had been right all along.
About the consequences for those wonderful, petty actions Ciel Phantomhive had so badly wanted, and himself, also.
Now, it was evident to him what must be done, whether he would be able to ever be Ciel's faithful and loyal butler ever again or not.
He must leave the Phantomhive estate, a place he has now quite stupidly and pathetically learned to call home, to be tried for something he knew was inexplicably wrong from the very start.
From the very day he had first kissed Ciel, and the very second he had finally touched his lips to his small, soft, delicate, petal-like ones, he knew that nothing would ever be the same after that, that every day after that would ultimately lead to this one, and so there was nothing he could do now.
For the first time in Sebastian's very long life he felt completely and utterly powerless.
Almost, like he had suddenly become a mere human.
And, that thought frightened him more than anything that lived in the depths of Hell.
So, feeling suddenly heartbroken (if such a thing was even possible?) for what he was going to do, he gets out a piece of clean, fresh parchment and begins to write, his letters scrawled down on the page in a loopy and swirled way, almost like an intricate dance would be, but that he knew Ciel, his Ciel, would automatically recognize.
When he finishes, he gets up and walks the halls of the manor one last time, as if trying to commit the place to memory.
But, he stops when he reaches the door to Ciel's bedroom, and pauses as if he cannot take another step pass it, due to the fact, he suddenly finds it so hauntingly beautiful.
He tries for a brief moment, to imagine Ciel behind the almost fully closed door.
He is no doubt sitting in the window seat, his creamy pale white legs crossed, as he gazes fondly out at the estate's grounds below, wishing that the demon-his demon, were there to marvel at it all with him.
But, he will not ever get to experience such a wonderful thing again with him, if Lizzy no doubt gets her way and if the court finds Sebastian guilty of sexual assault.
It pains him to think that all Ciel would have to do, is look through the small crack of light spilling in through the doorway, and he would see Sebastian standing there, a look of regret and hatred at himself for what he's done to the young boy, plastered on his pale face.
And, more than anything, the demon hopes that Ciel won't go looking for him, won't glance through the door's opening and see him, that he won't run to Sebastian and hug him close, or wrap his arms around him and kiss him till he himself would feel almost breathless.
He just would not know how to tell him.
Tell him that he is leaving and may never, ever come back.
So, before he begins his final descent down the grand staircase, he sends Ciel one last thought to him.
'I love you so very much, my Young Master. Please do not ever forget me...'
And then, without even waiting for the young boy's protests and confused thoughts of his own, Sebastian trails one white-gloved hand slowly down the bannister, pulls off his gloves with his teeth angrily, and throws them on the last stair, before swiftly and gracefully opening up the front doors of the Phantomhive estate and slips out almost like a cat would, softly closing the door behind him.
He doesn't even glance back to Ciel standing at the top of the stairs, tears now streaming down his face, as he angrily shouts at his demon to 'get back here this minute' saying that it is an order. But, when he realizes that Sebastian can no longer here him, or doesn't want to, he slumps down onto the top step, breaking into sobs.
Once again, Ciel Phantomhive finds himself completely and utterly, alone...