More than A Teacher(Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

Ok, so I got this new app on my IPod Touch where I can use Italics! Yay! So from now on, thoughts will be Italics. Kay~! My stories, all of my stories, are written on my IPod. And that thing is a derp, so I appologize for spelling and grammar errors, words that are missing, and words that are suppost to mean something else ( stupid auto-correct!) in advance.

This Chapter is in Sebastian's POV, let's see what the drunk has to offer hmmmmm. Oh and I'm still sick, the stuff that I had last month went away, yay! But now I have a cold... :(

Enjoy the story and please review! I have to go and eat some food :3

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Pain, throbbing pain, it's all over me. I'm too weak to stand, too weak to think. My pants are pooled around my ankles, and Ciel is no where to be found.

Ciel? Where's Ciel?

I slowly rise to my feet, once I do I begin to move forward. I make it a few feet before I trip on my yeah, I forgot they were down. When I pull up my pants, and fasten my belt, I start to look around for my kitten.

My search for him runs dry, he is no where in the apartment, the only thing I found were crushed beer cans. I was...drinking last night? A faint memory is coming to me. I can't remember much, but the thing I do recall is finding Ciel on the floor in my classroom, and on top of another student. A male student to be exact.

Shit, where's Ciel? What happened last night?! What did I do? Ah! My head hurts...

I quickly grab my keys and head straight for the door. We live on the second floor, so I have a great view of the complex. I continue to stumble forwards, and only when I reach the railing do l stop.

Ciel's not here either...I can't see him. Where is he?! My stomach is twisting and turning.

"Shheee eellll!" I can't control myself, I need to find him, I need to know that he's safe. Wait a minute..did I just say 'She el?' you drunken idiot it's Ciel. See L if you want to know how to pronounce his name correctly. See L, see L, I don't want to see L. He's in Death Note, a cartoon. I want Ciel, my kitten, my reality. My concern for him only deepens. He's not answering his phone, and he's not replying to any of my messages.

I've made it down the stairs with no problem, the pain in my head is so intense that I stand still for a minute, but I'm sure the pain in Ciel's heart is far worse. What did I do to him? I need to find him and tell him how sorry I feel. I want him back in my arms, I want my kitten to be safe and at home with me.

Standing here really isn't going to do much, I need to find him. Where should I look first? I look over my shoulders as I walk slowly across the parking lot. Should l drive? My car is a foot away from me. Hmm, probably not, I can't even pronounce my lover's name.

So I start to walk again, to the only place my drunken mind can think of. The club. The wind is mild, the sun is slowly rising into the sky. What time is it anyway?Should I go and grab something for my head, or for Ciel? Grah! Sebastian, focus, you have a lost kitten you need to find. Stop getting off topic. When I stop arguing with myself, I start walking. Each stumble of a step I take is a little faster than the last. My mind's determined on one thing, and one thing only. Finding my kitten, and not stopping at all costs.

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It takes me what seems like eternity to find the club. This place is opened 24/7, that I know, so I open the door and step inside.

It's quiet in here, there's no music bouncing from wall to wall, no people around to chat and flirt, only the staff is in here. Did Ciel come here? I must find out.

"Can I help you?" a voice shakes me out of my thoughts, and into the real world. I shuffle my feet to the bar, and take a seat at the counter once I get there.

"What can I get you?" the man behind the counter asked me. I've seen him before, it must be his hair, or maybe he has that kind of face, but I do know him from somewhere.

"Anything but alcohol." just the mention of the vile substance makes my head throb. He gives me this strange look. Can't he tell when a man stumbles into a bar hammered like a shark. Get it? Hammered, shark. Hammerhead shark? Haha...I need to write that joke down, that was the joke of a lifetime. I bet Ciel's going to love this, if I find him that is.

"Ah hem." the guy returned with a glass of water cold water in his hand. I take the cup from him and start drinking, water's free anyway...water's free now anyway.

"Mind if I ask you a question." Ciel is the only priority on my mind. I need to know if he actually was here, or am l just waisting my time here.

"You're not a cop, are you?" I shake my head slowly, triggering a small migraine. I'm not a legit cop, but I have acted like one with Ciel in our bedroom. Stop, in the name of love~. Put your hands up, now. You are under arrest You're sentence...god dammit, I'm zoning out again! PAY ATTENTION YOU DAMN IDIOT! Shit! My head. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah.." I'm panting harshly through my nose. "I'll be alright. Just answer one thing for me."

"Shoot." if I had a gun, I would. Believe me.

"Was there a boy here last night?" I must know if Ciel was here.

"What are you man? You're not some cop, so what are you? A pedophile with a desire to stalk your victims?" I hate it when those faggots just assume what I am.

"Well, did you?" Maybe he'll answer this right away so l can get out if here quickly.

"I see many boys." And you call me the pedophile. "You need to be more specific." There goes my hopes of getting out quickly. Man would l kill to have some aspirin right now.

"Did you see anyone that was acting strange? Or did something unusual?" I need to narrow the list, and these were the only things you can come up with? You do realize that that does nothing to help narrow the list! You good for nothing drunk! The only thing you're good for is getting laid.

"Well, now that I think about it, I did see someone peculiar." Good, some information.

"What did this person look like?"

"He was a male, a teenage male..." God I hope I made the right choice by coming here. My Ciel's still out there, alone, miserable, probably starving. "He had blue-ish eyes.." Why must I drink? What good does it do, really? What problems does it solve? It does nothing, absolutely nothing. "With short dark hair." I need to quit before it gets worse. "...a man constantly near him." Wait, what?! What did he just say? A male teen, with blue-ish eyes, short dark hair? It's Ciel! My little kitten was here! But...with another man by his side? Oh no, he must be punishing me for my drinking. Shit, now what am I going to do? I know, I'm going to kill that bastard who was with my kitten. I need to find him, now. Maybe's he's in the area, I need to see.

"Thanks." I said and slowly got up from my seat.

"Anytime?" I stumble out of the joint, mild air hitting me immediately. I shudder slightly, but ignore it and soon start walking.

"Ciel!" I yell his name at the top of my lungs. Yeah, I said his name right. Sober points! Who are you kidding, it's clear as day that alcohol is still taking over you. Dammit, quit doing that! Get focused or your kitten may leave you! "Ciel! Ciel!" over and over l yell his name. And over and over I shall call his name, and I won't stop until l have him back.