Kuroshitsuji: Darkness Everlasting (SebaCiel) --*ON HOLD*--

Chapter the Third - In Which the Truth is Seldom Realized Until the End

I woke up with a pounding headache and a strong wave of nausea and dizziness. I didn't even bother trying to get up. I would have liked to say that, like in stories, I couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before, but it was quite the contrary: I remembered everything crystal clear. Through some haze of sleep, I thought if I never got up, I wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of the events of the masquerade ball. So, I simply rolled over onto my stomach and hoped my pillow would choke me.

It wasn't to be, of course. Instead, I sat up restlessly as my mind wandered. I made a desperate attempt to keep myself from rehashing said events, but it was in vain. I couldn't keep myself from thinking: why did Sebastian kiss me? Was it all some clever plan? If I asked him, would he simply give a dodgy reason? How was I to know what went on in that demon's mind? Impossible.

Then, I realized that nothing was...happening. Usually, I would be woken up by Sebastian by now, dressed, and fed. But here I was, still lounging here. He was letting me rest.

I swung my sore body out of my bed and looked around the room, making sure he wasn't present. I had to face the facts. Sebastian kissed me. I remembered it all as if it was only a few moments ago. And all I wanted to do was forget it.

I opened my door and peered down the hall, looking for Sebastian, but not calling him. I wouldn't call him. I didn't need him. What I needed...was a cup of tea. But I would refrain. I was just fretful of his constantly appearing around every corner. I advanced slowly, scanning corridors before I progressed. Then...I smelled something.

Chocolate. It was definitely chocolate. I walked a bit faster, following the wonderful scent. The kitchen. I had to time this right. I cautiously peered into the kitchen, where chocolate was being set on the counter by none other than Sebastian. The tile was frigid on my bare feet. I padded to the very corner so I could make a run for it when he left.

My opportunity struck. He grabbed a tray with fresh tea, probably off to wake me, and exited. Little did he know, I was making a dash for the chocolate. I grabbed as many as I could hold and turned to leave. The coast was still clear. I ate a couple hastily and began walking. Alas, before I could even exit the room, my supply had diminished. So, I turned back and grabbed some more. "Six is quite enough, Bocchan."

He had eluded me again. "Now, I've prepared a big breakfast. Come, you look quite a sight in just a shirt."

He walked off and I followed. "Quite a sight"? I decided it was time to get some answers. "Sebastian."

I wanted to know so much more-why had it stunned me so much? Why hadn't I pushed him away sooner? Why was it constantly on my mind? "What was your reasoning for...taking such drastic measures?" I finally made a coherent and reasonable thought.

He held the door for me and I walked in stiffly. When he closed it, I almost flinched. As he opened the wardrobe, he began in a low growl, "Bocchan..."

He turned around, his eyes intoxicatingly red. The white silk shirt he held slipped, folding in on itself on the floor. His steps toward me were careful and calculated. "Sebastian...?"

What was he doing? "I was simply taking the best...," he was getting closer to me slowly.

He reached my bed and pushed me back slowly. "Sebastian!" I warned, feeling blood rush to my head.

My back hit the soft bed and Sebastian slid easily on top of me, pinning my arms above my head to subdue me. "Course of action...," he continued as strands of his long, black hair brushed my face.