A Mere Child {Sebaciel} ON PAUSE

Chapter 13

Pardon me for my long disappearance. I have been busy with "A Neet for a Tutor," which is a Sebaciel story here on wattpad, and other things. Here is the chapter, and I hope that I will be able to update more frequently.

-Daliro

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Sebastian lay limp in his arms. The only warmth his small body had was being given to him be Ciel's warm chest. Ciel did not want to keep holding him, but he couldn't put him down. The sun eventually glimmered into existence, and, as time slipped by further, it burned into the room with mocking brightness.

Ciel held him through the morning and kept holding Sebastian deep into the evening. No one and nothing could pull him from Sebastian. Tanaka tried to get him to eat through lecture and later by force, but Ciel simply slapped the food away with one hand and held Sebastian safely to his chest with the other.

He would have remained there holding Sebastian's enervated form all day had it not been for someone bursting in through the door. The burning sun's rays happily broke away with amused glee, making way for high pitched, whining, bouncing ruffles of pink.

Lizzie stormed in demanding, "Ciel, where have you been? You haven't put in a single thought, or opinion, into the wedding. I am here doing all this work for the wedding, as if I was going to marry myself."

Ciel stood slowly from the bed. Sebastian's arm fell and swayed lifelessly. His feet dangled off one of Ciel's arms just as his head dangled off the other. Ciel moved with resignation but not with acknowledgment to what Lizzie had just blurted out. He turned with heavy feet and rested Sebastian carefully onto the plush bed. Sebastian's weightless figure made no dip, or dent, on the bed. Sebastian was little more than a morbid version of a porcelain doll.

His lashes painted flat against his cheeks in a sleep that seemed like death. His skin pail and bloodless, but all the blood lay entwined with the fibers of the bandages. Lizzie's eyes widened at the sight. Ciel remained with the same uneasy nothingness. He looked up at Lizzie with empty eyes and opened his mouth, "Then, marry yourself."

Lizzie stumbled back as if slapped. Shock tore her eyes open, "W-what..?"

Ciel slowly blinked once. Tired frustration marked every motion and curve of his mouth as he formed his words, "Keep the ring I gave you and marry yourself, because I surely won't."

Lizzie opened and closed her mouth as if gasping for air. As if swallowing and choking on every word she had yet to say. Then, tears broke out and streamed down her cheeks. She turned swiftly and stormed out. The door slammed behind her and soon the sound of the entrance door echoed through the manor into the room.

In complete contrast to the crash, a small voice drifted up to Ciel, "Why did you do that?"

Ciel looked sadly at Sebastian, but he turned his back on him, "I simply do not wish to marry her."

Sebastian caught Ciel's hand, "It is your duty to marry her."

"Let it be someone else's duty."

Sebastian sighed, "She loves you."

Ciel turned and glared, "But I don't love her! I never did! Lizzie had been a close friend, my cousin. I never loved her, and the thought of her as my wife had never been mine. It is sickening."

"You're a loveless, heartless, creature," Sebastian smiled up at him.

"I already told how I felt," Ciel sat on the edge of the bed.

Sebastian crawled over weakly to Ciel. He stumbled into Ciel's arms and smiled up at Ciel a sheepish thank you. Sebastian reached his small hands up to Ciel's face and cupped it, as he rubbed his thumb over Ciel's cheek. Ciel blushed and closed his eyes. He leaned his face into Sebastian's palm. Sebastian giggled quietly, "You are quite rude for forgetting me all these years..."

Ciel opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Sebastian with sadness, "It was torture to forget, but I remember now why I had done it. Reality and hope are oil and water. It is pain of the most excruciating kind having what you want within reach, yet you are mocked by the fact you cannot have it."

Sebastian looked up at Ciel through his lashes, "Demons are nothing but trouble."

"Humans are monsters far worse than demons."

"It is the fact that you cannot truly expect something from them that makes them so vile and terrifying, so deliciously twisted," Sebastian leaned in and kissed Ciel. He tugged at Ciel's lip and grinned.

Ciel scoffed, "If anything is unexpected, it is the fact that demons are capable of falling in love."

Sebastian draped his arms over Ciel's shoulders and buried his face into Ciel's neck. He answered him in a voice veiled in dreams, "It is a rare thing. It is a lasting thing. We live for so long that are hearts make years into days and change unnecessary, since we have an abundance of time to make any change. Humans' hearts, however, are always changing as a curse of their short lives. We each have hearts fit for our lives, but, on the rare occasion that the two's hearts fall into sink with their own twisted tune, they make the darkest most mesmerizing melody."

They held each other close within Sebastian's words, and, outside the window, the shadows shifted. A single shadow fluttered and hid amongst the rising night. It dashed away far from the pair and the intimidating manor. It ran until it fell upon its master's feet. The shadow flashed a grin that caught the rising moon's shine, "It seems like the game is about to begin, and the stakes have been raised. There is a lot more to risk, and a bigger chance of losing... at least on their side."

"Still, we should not take him so lightly. They always seem to have something up their sleeve, but this now grown child has always loved games. So I say, let the game begin..."