( A/N please leave comments! I don't know if I'm doing alright or downright horrible without feed back!)
Sebastian stood in his bathroom one night, staring at the figure in front of him. He didn't eat, and yet he still gained weight. He didn't understand, why couldn't he lose the weight?! Tears filled his eyes as he thought, 'I'll lose him, if I don't lose this weight..." He didn't want to lose Claude, but he didn't know how to lose the weight. Tears running down his face obscured the image in the mirror as Sebastian picked up a glass soap tray on the counter. He staggered back, his skin pressing against the cold wall as he only wore a pair of boxers and a white shirt. He stared at the mirror, tears running heavily down his face as he threw it with all his might. The mirror shattered and he slid down the wall, sobs racking his body. Glass rained into the sink as he cried, Claude quietly stepping inside and cautiously looking around. He was worried that he didn't did see Sebastian, and it didn't help that he could hear sobbing coming from the private bathroom. Claude peeked into the bathroom, his heart shattering into pieces sharper and more plentiful than the shattered mirror.
Wrapping his arms around Sebastian he rocked back and forth, picking him up bridal style and carrying him gently to the bed, brushing his hair from his tear-plastered face. Claude kissed him gently on the lips, rubbing his shoulder. He was about to say something, but heard Sebastian's stomach growl and abruptly shut it. He spoke in a low voice, "Are you hungry?" Sebastian shook his head, but his stomach replied at the mention of food, "Not even a little bit?" Sebastian was about to shake his head again, but instead warm tears once again made their way down his face, Sebasian breaking down into tears, "I-I'm starving Claude........" Claude nodded and calmed him down slightly, going to the kitchen and coming back with food. He sat next to Sebastian, comforting and assuring the food was alright to eat.
A couple weeks later Sebastian sat cleaning the young master's room, tiredly polishing the floors. His stomach grew, and it troubled him. He stayed up at night, contemplating how he could lose the weight. He growled, trying once again to pull his white shirt over his stomach. Claude didn't come the night before, and he was positive he had left him. 'I wouldn't blame him,' he thought swiping at a tear creeping down his face, 'Look at me......' Sebastian had begun to stay in his room every chance he could, not leaving the comfort of a cacoon of blankets unless he was going to be sick. Ciel wasn't pleased by the thought of his butler slacking off, and had begun to assign more tasks for him.
Sebastian still tried to do all these tasks though; gardening, cooking, dressing the young master, dealing with servants, going on cases with the young master. By the end of the day, Sebastian would be so exhausted he would almost fall asleep at random points in the day, and fall asleep immediately at night. He was so tired he barely woke up to acknowledge Claude at night, who just put Sebastian's head in his lap, gently petting his hair to coax him back to sleep.
However, the night before, when Claude didn't come, Sebastian sat on his bed, hugging a pillow and rocking back and forth. He realized he had grown expectant of Claude's visits, and the thought of him leaving for good terrified him. He was the son of Lucifer, the devil, and he was petrified by the idea of losing somebody. 'What is wrong with me?' He thought.
He began to grow even more tired of the frequent trips to the batroom, shamefully pulling his shirt down over his stomach, promises to himself to not over eat and then finding himself in the kitchen in the middle of the night emptying baskets of scones or muffins and the added work Ciel gave him for slacking off and disregarding his duties. He sat waiting for Claude a couple night later, the butler still having not showed up since the first night he was absent. When he didn't show up, Sebastian made up his mind. He crept down the stairs into the kitchen, rummaging through a drawer and finding what he needed. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could, locking his bedroom door and then the bathroom door behind him. He sunk to the bathroom floor, trying his best not to cry as he tucked his knees under him. He had put on the longest shirt he had, which was really only slightly longer than his normal shirts.
