Hospital For Souls (M i c h a e l i s) [Kuroshitsuji 3]{Completed}

Chapter XVIII : One Accident of Judgement

There's an emptiness inside our heads

That no one dares to dwell...

Oh, God, that hurt, and badly too. I grasped onto my skirts, bitten fingernails slipping painfully against the velvety fabric of my dress. The less than sweet encounter had left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Uh..." Violet seemed to be struggling with forming some sort of kind sentence. "Is there... something... you know?"

"Wrong?" I managed to croak out, rubbing at my eyes with the cuff of my sleeve. "Um, no. Of course not, don't be foolish."

"He obviously said something. Apparently, I'm notorious for being callous, but even I have more emotions than a demon, darling." He stepped a little closer to me. "You can... ah, speak to me, if you wish. I know what it is like to be in love with something that cannot reciprocate."

I sniffed. "Grace was different. She didn't lead you on."

"You cannot stop yourself from loving that monster any more than I could stop myself from loving her." His voice was gentler. "I have seen your brother's records."

"Edward?" I mumbled.

"That's the one, Master Edward. I saw them as part of my induction into the fold – I knew that I had recognized your face, from somewhere. That's what stopped me."

"Really?"

"Yes. And to think that you are the one who found my Grace. Perhaps Fate has linked us, Madame."

For some reason, these kind words – from cold, 'heartless' Violet – caused the tears to fall. I turned, throwing my arms around his neck and began to roar into his shoulder, my face pressed against cold fabric that smelled like charcoal and death.

The reaper himself was awkwardly stiff. After a few moments, he brought a hand up, patting my back mechanically. "Could you get off me?"

"I just do not understand – of course, demons are capable of – of, feeling," I sobbed, completely deafened to his requests. "Otherwise, Dorian and I – and some of these – I don't understand. Oh, Lord, this is absolutely awful."

"Celeste. Let go."

"Oh, Violet." Alright, maybe I was hamming it up a little bit, at this stage. "Is there hope, at all? For any of us? Will we ever find true love?"

"Shut up and get off of me."

"What – hm, what is the meaning of this?" A sleepy voice interrupted our little heart to heart, and I let go of Violet, laughing. Alright, maybe I felt a little bit better now.

"Good morning, my lord." I bowed slightly, and Violet gave a tiny nod.

"Where is Sebastian? We were meant to leave immediately, circa twenty minutes ago." Ciel rubbed his eye sleepily with a closed fist. His nightshirt was unruffled, and he looked much younger – a child, really.

"Your little pup ran off," Violet replied disdainfully. "Might want to teach him some better manners."

"Why on earth would he do that?" Ciel seemed irritated at the very thought of Sebastian leaving to do something without his permission. "No matter, he'll catch up with us. Would you care to drive the carriage, reaper, or shall I?"

"I would like to see you try and control two mares." He rolled his eyes, striding towards the stationary wagon purposefully. I blinked.

"Are we.... Are we leaving without him?"