More than A Teacher(Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

You know you have a great friend when one of them creates another fanfiction account just so she can review your story, to give you 100 reviews. Thank you Marilyn, my wonderfully amazing friend and proof reader, for doing that for me! 100 reviews, 100 reviews, I finally have a story with 100 reviews! Triple digits! XD I've wanted a story with 100 reviews ever since I posted my first story, which I re-wrote...self advertising stinks, but if you haven't read it, you should.

Any who, as a token of my appreciation for helping me reach my goal, I am awarding you, my readers, with a two chapter update! :D We'll get to find out where Ciel is, and if Sebastian will ever find him. Disclaimer: Even though this story is mine, the characters aren't. I only have two OC's in this story, and you'll know who they are when you see them, ok? Promise! Enjoy this sweet little treat of more then a teacher! And please, don't forget to review! It gives me the warm fuzzies that make it more fun for me to write. :3 Have fun kittens.

... ( Ciel's POV )

"You're a worthless piece of trash."

"Stop saying that!" Sebastian, why are you doing this to me? Why are you saying such things? I don't understand...

"Get out. You no longer have purpose in my life anymore."

"Stop talking to me like that! Why are you saying this to me? I thought you loved me." My heart, it's twisting, turning, splitting. Why is this happening? Why is Sebastian just laughing at me?

"You really are just a foolish child. To think that I would really have feelings over a brat I was forced to take care of. There are no feelings I have for you, and there never will be."

"Y-you're lying! You must have been drinking again." he pulls me close to his body harshly. I detect no alcohol on his breath when he chuckles at me. No way...he-he's sober?!

"Now do you believe me? I mean every word I say." No, no! There's no way this could be happening. This can't be real, this can't be... "Face the facts, Ciel. We both know that you wouldn't be here if wasn't for your insane aunt. Things that you thought were there, never existed in the first place. Give it up, spoiled brat, and face the fact that we will never have that sort of connection. Now, get out." No way, but-but I gave myself to him! I gave him everything he could ever want. Was he just using me for my body? "Are you still here? I said leave. I already called someone to get you and get you out of my hands. Ciel...Ciel!" His voice...the way he's saying my name. It sounds like he's calling for me. But why? I thought he just said that he didn't want to see me anymore.

There's that voice again, but it can't be Sebastian's because his lips aren't moving. Then who's calling me over and over? It sounds desperate, who is it? Why does my mind continue to torture me, and make me think the voice belongs to Sebastian. It can't be him, can it? Who's keeps calling my name? "Ciel! Ciel!"

..

"Huh?" My eyes slowly open, my chest is heaving, and sweat is pouring down my forehead. Oh my god, it was all a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. Where's Sebastian? Is he here? Was that him? I need to find out. I stand up from the tiled floor I was laying on, and head out of the men's restroom. I never want to sleep on that thing again. My back feels like fire, and there is nothing I can do for relief. If I ever see Sebastian, I'll make him pay for that. I'll make him pay anyway. The club is empty. Well, there are no customers besides me, I mean. I see the bartender, same one from last. He's still here? Poor dude. I walk over to him, maybe he knows what just happened. He's wiping off the counter when I get there and ask him.

"What was that all about? I think I heard a man calling my name."

"You're Ciel?" I nod, was that Sebastian?

"You heard correctly. A man just came in here a few minutes ago. It was obvious that he was drunk. So l gave him some water. He asked if I saw a boy last night." So that's what he calls me. A boy, a little kid. Thanks Sebastian, you drunk fuck. "Then I told him I saw you dancing by yourself when 'Gangam Style' played." I blush in embarrassement, I guess I really did do it. "Then I described what you looked like, and I mentioned the man that was constantly near you. Wasn't he sexually harassing you?" I nod. Claude had one too many drinks last night. Even with Alois around him, who was drunk off his ass too, that damn spider lover still harassed me. I think he even tried to kiss me. Like I'd ever kiss those snake lips, no thank you. "So after I said that, he gave a look of panic and concern. Then he just got up and left, screaming your name when he left."

"Wow." Sebastian came all this way to find me? Where is he? I feel my phone vibrate against my back , 12 messages. 4 from Alois, uh delete, don't need his hung over drama right now. 2 from an unknown number, I swear to god if it's Claude I will rip that forked tongue of his right out his mouth and choke him with it. Hm, maybe I shouldn't do it, he'd probably like it. Masochist. And Sebastian, who left me six messages. I open the first one and it says, "Where are you?" Where are you? Where are you?! That had to be the first thing he said?! Not "Sorry for being a fucktard last night." or "Are you ok?" but where are you?! Jeez. His next text. "I'm sorry for what happened last night, really. Are you ok? Where are you? Are you safe? Are you hungry? Where are you, let me come get you and take you home, where you can beat the shit out of me and tell me how much of a dumb fuck I am. Sound good?" That sounds really good, perfect even. But wait...what do his others messages say? Blank page, blank page, blank page...blank page. Really Sebastian, really. Though incredibly dumb and a waste of perfectly good seconds, the blank texts bring a smile to my face. "Thanks." I say to the bartender and walk away from him.

"He turned right!" was the last thing I heard from the man behind the counter. I was outside in no I call Sebastian? Tell him where l am so he can take me home? No, better yet, I should punish him for what he did to me. Yeah, that'll do it. But what will I do? I sit on the curb and contemplate on this for a few moments. How's my phone doing? I take it out of my pocket, and into the light. Full battery, I smirk with a game plan set in my head.

Sebastian won't know what hit him.