A Mere Child {Sebaciel} ON PAUSE

Chapter 10

Okay so here's another chapter. Truth be told, it may not be the best of chapters. I have been busy with many things, and I have not had much time to write. Not to mention I rewrote the last section of this chapter three times. Anyway, here it is brought to you by yours truly, 

       -Daliro Nesmadire

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It was a bucket of ice water. Needles piercing his whole body. It shocked him and froze him all at once. That was the feeling Ciel knew all too well. It was the feeling of instant tragic loss.

Sebastian's words rang through his head. They chewed up at Ciel's hope and infected all positive emotion. Ciel looked at Sebastian and stood. There was still a glimmer in his eye. That last dying flame of hope which caused him to speak, "Sebastian, come home"

Sebastian felt pain shoot through his body. He curled up into a tighter ball as bloody coughs racked his body. He looked up at Ciel with a hate and pain in his eyes and blood on his lips. He raised himself onto wobbly legs and swayed as he hissed back, "Does mommy and daddy miss me? Is your bride looking for a child to play house with? Shut up already and run back to her!"

Sebastian flew and smashed against a wall. His body crumbled limp to the floor, and Ciel could do little more than watch as Undertaker walked up to Sebastian's small broken-looking body. He spun his scythe as he tsked down at Sebastian, "You got quite a mouth on you. Reapers have never really liked demons. I personally don't care, but you have only caused him trouble and damage. I thought demons had at least a little respect for their masters. Heh heh heh. I guess I was wrong."

Undertaker twirled his scythe above his head. It glinted as it caught the little light that managed to enter the alley, and it sparked off the walls with a deafening cry of steel against stone. Suddenly and without warning, the scythe cut down towards Sebastian. The scythe split the bricks on the floor. Sebastian was gone. The scythe had cut deep into the alley ground. The blood that had been on the ground spattered, but there was no other trace of Sebastian.

Undertaker poked a nail into his own cheek, "Oops. Eh hee hee hee. He is persistent I'll give him that, but I'll catch him again. You won't be able to save him then Ciel. Hurry and stop him, if you still care for that being. Unless you have changed your mind and do not want him anymore. In that case, leave him to us."

Ciel said nothing he looked at the gash where Undertaker's scythe rested. Sebastian was alive. He was in danger but alive.

Undertaker looked at Ciel curiously and giggled. He then looked up at the sky, "Grell, William, Ronald!"

The three appeared in the alley moments later. Undertaker laughed, "I found our friend. Let's have some fun. He can't be that far."

With that, they left Ciel behind in the alley. Ciel blinked a few times and began walking. He knew where Sebastian would be. He remembered.

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"Sebastian!"

Footsteps. Footsteps that stomped heavily against the cement and shattered the puddles into dozens of crystals. Droplets began to fall once more and soon picked up into a storm that seeped into clothes, and the cold it brought penetrated down to the bone. Breath left in warm puffs and froze into white clouds as they touched the unrelenting cold air.

"Sebastian!" The voice traveled a few feet before falling in a wet clutter and drowning like a butterfly with its wings soaked.

Blotches of red were washed away in rivulets, swirling and mingling with the rain water before fading to clear in the murky water. The path was soon lost and the footsteps came in pauses. They sought a path that was long taken by the rain. Stolen away like all the warmth.