Catch My Bullet (Finished)

Chapter 2: Don't You See?

Sebastian had the lingering feeling that something was amiss with his dear young master. Perhaps it was the contract, or some other bond formed between them. Nevertheless, the demon knew Ciel wasn't completely alright. But as long as he did not hear screams, then he was alright, right?
The demon tried not to care, to write it off. But it was still there, in the back of his mind. It was like a clawing animal trying to dig its way to the forefront of his thoughts.

Why did he care about the brat so much? The master was food. Food. But Sebastian felt himself forgetting that. He was feeling things he shouldn't. Instead of wanting to protect his meal, it feels like protecting his......child. His son...his...family.

The demon butler shook his head while preparing the master's breakfast. Ciel needed a healthy breakfast.
Wait...why did he care? Was something wrong with Sebastian? The demon was genuinely confused about how he felt about Ciel.

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Ciel awoke to the sunlight beaming through his window, and his butler's silky voice. "I trust you slept well?"
The bluenette nodded mutely, sitting up gingerly. He stretched his arms, and recoiled with a wince of pain. Oh yes, how could he forget?
"Bocchan? " came that soft voice. Ciel looked up and said quietly,
"I am fine. I just tensed and pulled my muscle. "
Sebastian looked down at the human, unconvinced.
"Would you like for me to rub the area, master?"
The earl shook his head. "No, that is unnecessary. "

The red eyed butler nodded, still not believing him. But if his master did not wish to speak about it, then he would not push.
Sebastian went to remove Ciel's night shirt, only to have his gloved fingers slapped away.
"I can do it myself!" the boy cried.
Ciel stood up and glared at the demon. "Leave me, Sebastian...that's an order"
Sebastian sighed and bowed his head. "Yes, my lord," he said softly as he left the bedroom. That was strange. The young master never did his own clothing. Why now? Again, the nagging feeling that something was wrong filled his mind.

Secretly, Ciel wanted Sebastian to care, wanted him to ask what was wrong. But if he knew about the cuts, the demon would surely laugh. It did not stop him from longing for a loving embrace, to just be held and told everything would be alright.
But...nothing was alright, was it? Nothing will ever be alright.

It took me a while to write this. I know it's not much, but I promise the more I go forward the more I will right. I need your motivation, though! Help me get pumped up!