Teach Me To Play (A Black Butler Fanfic)

Chapter 5 - Of Feelings and Piano (Unedited)

Ciel, after a long day of lesson after lesson with the demon and reaper, was extremely tired. He sat in the lukewarm tub water, having been soaking within it for the past 2 hours. He had ordered Sebastian to leave him alone. He needed time to think without the disturbance from his butler.

What was going on between his butler and that stupid reaper? Was all of this a trick? Just for a laugh at the end of the day? Or was this real? Were Sebastian and Grell really in love? How could this be? It doesn't make sense why his butler would all of a sudden forget about him and began flirting with that gender confused freak.

He sighed and pulled his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Maybe Sebastian really doesn't love him. Maybe he truly is in love with Grell. Maybe all Sebastian wants is to be his friend, his loyal servant.

"I suppose I should stop trying to fall for him and let it go." Ciel looked at the water, the soap swirling around in every direction. If only he had the courage to tell Sebastian how he felt. If only that wrenched reaper wasn't here to get in the way. If only-

Ciel paused mid-thought. What was he thinking? He was a demon! He wasn't afraid of anything! He had the courage to do whatever he pleased!

He stood up and hopped out of the bathtub, throwing on a white button down shirt that was laying on a chair in the bathroom. He rushed to music room, water dripping down his skin and onto the floor. He passed a servant on his way. He looked confused and called out to him, but Ciel ignored him and continued running. He would have his Sebastian and no one would ever stop him.

He burst into the room. "Sebastian!" And froze.

Sebastian was sitting in a chair with Grell on his lap. The reaper was kissing his butler's neck while Sebastian twirled his long red hair around his fingers, a smile on his face. A soft moan came from the demon, leaning his head back, giving the red reaper more room to roam. His hands encircled Grell's waist, pulling him closer. Grell squeaked in surprise, but continued biting and kissing Sebastian's neck.

All Ciel wanted to do was die. To destroy everything around him without mercy. To fall down a hole and land, bleeding and broken on the ground, and not feel the crushing sensation that engulfed his black heart.

"Sebastian..." He barely whispered out the word and yet the butler snapped his head towards his master, eyes widening. Ciel didn't bother hiding his hurt expression the way he did last time. He no longer had the energy to do so. He no longer had any energy at all. But he didn't say a word after his butler looked at him. He just stared and Sebastian's shocked and saddened face through blurry eyes.

With whatever pride he had left, Ciel turned around and walked out of the room. He began closing the door. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I'm off to bed. Goodnight." He tried to keep his voice even, but at the end of his farewell his voice gave out.

He walked back to his room, crawled into his cold bed and laid there. He didn't cry. Didn't move. Didn't think.

He only laid there, until finally, sleep overcame him.

"What a tire some day. I hate little kids, I cannot stand them. But, if teaching that brat will earn me a kiss from you, I'll suck it up." Grell was leaning against the piano, watching Sebastian, now in his butler uniform, clean around the room. "How much longer do you think it'll take until he's done?"

Sebastian turned around to face Grell. "I'm not sure. If he practices constantly, he might finish by next week."

Grell groaned and dropped his back onto the piano. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Sebastian smirked. "Will you please stop your complaining?"

Then a thought came to Grell's mind. He smiled and looked at Sebastian. "Perhaps, if I had some motivation, I could stop my 'complaining'." He walked over to the butler and rapped his arms around his waist. "What do you say?"