My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Thirty-Five: Three Words

Sebastian was furious with Ciel. How could he do something so reckless like that? How could he put his life in danger without even thinking about it? What if that maniac shot him? What was Sebastian supposed to do then? The raven-head raced down the halls. Everyone was in shock, trying to process what had just happened but he didn't care about any of them.

As soon as he heard Madame Red's voice telling everyone to exit out the back of the building towards the buses. As soon as he heard the announcement that they would be leaving early, and not having school for a while, until otherwise notified, he ran to where he sensed Ciel would be. It didn't take long to find him, he had a basic idea of what the stranger had wanted.

"Ciel," his voice angry at first, but when he saw his boyfriend shaking, trying to keep a steady expression, Sebastian's anger left him. He no longer wanted to lash out, the eye-patch wearing male had gone through enough in one day. Ciel turned his head to look where the voice came from, when he saw Sebastian he ran to him, hugging him tightly, something he never did.

"Sebastian," his voice shook with his body. Sebastian felt tears fall onto his shirt. He held Ciel closely, not angry any longer, he couldn't be. He should only provide comfort at this moment.

"Please don't ever do something so reckless again," Sebastian pleaded. Ciel nodded, hoping he would never have to be in a situation like this for a second time.

"Sebastian! Ciel!" Izaya rushed over to them, checking to make sure they were all okay, "I came as soon as I heard. Are you alright?" he asked, "Where's Finny?" The man was all over the place, unsure of what was okay and what wasn't. Unsure this was reality.

"We're okay, as good as we can be," Sebastian continued to hold Ciel close as he sobbed, "I don't know where Finnian was during this," he began but noticed halfway in his speech that the blonde was happily oblivious, talking to Lisa a few feet away.

Izaya noticed where Sebastian's eyes fell and he immediately went over there to check on his second child.

It was Vincent's turn to run over to them now, he had run all the way from home just to reach them. The man heard the sirens heading this way and just knew something bad happened. He pushed Sebastian away from his son and cupped the boy's face with his hands. Vincent wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at his child, trying to decide if his boy was truly okay.

"Thank God," Vincent hugged his son, like it had been years since they last had seen each other, "you're not wounded." Ciel's hands clung to his father's shirt, he sniffled, but the time for sobbing was over.

"I was so scared," Ciel's voice was quiet.

"I know, I know you were, but it's okay now, I'm here, and you're fine," Vincent said.

"That I wouldn't see you or Sebastian again," he finished. Sebastian hugged Ciel, sandwiching him between himself and his father. Vincent smiled, his heart touched by the fact that Sebastian hadn't fully replaced him yet. The father was worried about the day when his son wouldn't need him anymore, but that day was far off in the future yet.

Meanwhile, Grell followed William's body into the ambulance and was rushed off to the hospital with him. Everything was happening all so quickly, he could barely notice the time pass. All he knew was that he had to be with William, that was the only thing he could think about.

"They are taking the knife out of him now, thankfully you didn't try to remove it yourself or you might have damaged something vital," a nurse spoke, "he has still lost a lot of blood, but he should be okay. No promises though, this is a finicky line of work," she said walking away.

Grell sat, in the waiting room, waiting, like the room implied, hoping everything would be okay, that he wouldn't have to regret this day for the rest of his life. William would be fine, he would be, it would all be fine. In the back of his mind he didn't believe it, there was doubt and it was holding him tightly.