Crimson Trance (Black Butler)

Crimson Trance (ch. 28)

I held the ticket out to him. "Here," I sighed, "One ticket from the Lady of the Lake,"

"Don't be like that," Sebastian brought me in for a hug, "If it's you and me against the whole world, I wouldn't let anything happen to us,"

I smirked, "Don't be cocky,"

He pulled me in for a quick kiss. I hugged him tight, "Don't go. Not yet..."

If Death truely had Sebastian on his list, Sebastian could and would die any moment as of now.

"You're showing your vulnerable side, Gwen," He chuckled. I looked up, with an accusing expression "Only because it's you,"

He smiled softly and kissed my forehead, "Death means nothing for a Phantomhive butler,"

I chuckled, "Death might not mean anything to anyone. But Death catches you, no matter how fast you run,"

"Not us," He said.

"Not you," I smiled.

"Not us," he repeated.

I pushed him back, "You should go," I said, "Your young master might be calling,"

When he was gone, I turned to see Will. I hadn't known how long he was standing there but by the expression on his face, he had seen enough. He was against a brick pillar wall, arms folded, his hedge clippers were no where in sight. If that wasn't the biggest plot twist, I don't know what was.

"Estelle, I heard from Grell that you were serious about Death," He scolded me lightly, "Shinigami's are only to love each other or to not love at all. That is why no one other than Shinigami's and Death are immortal,"

"But it's too late for that now," I said, "I've fallen in love,"

"He doesn't love you, Gwen. He's a Demon. A manipulator. It's his job. It has been from the beginning. You can't see it because your head isn't in the right place,"

"Why are you so against it, Will?" I asked, unwilling to fight him. No, instead, what I wanted to know why he was being such an antagonist.

"Because, I can see what you can't. He has no affection for you. His actions and words are so dry and you're to smitten to hear it. He isn't capable of tears or love or sadness," Will preached.

I crossed my arms, "It wouldn't matter then would it Will? To me, he's returning my passion and he's all I'll ever need. Besides, if I were to make a deal with Death, it wouldn't matter if he loved me or not. He won't remember me,"

"Gwen, don't make such simple mistake,"

"Are you saying my decisions are mistakes?" I asked accusingly.

"Ever since you've met the Demon, your emotions have mixed with your thoughts so much more and it's clouded your perception,"

"Why does this matter so much to you?"

"Because," Will said.

"Because what?" I asked.

"Do I have to say it out loud?" Will creased his eyebrows in frustration, "Because once upon a time with just a glance, you'd know exactly what I was thinking,"

"Don't patronize me," I said getting closer, "That's because all that time you happen to be in your right mind,"

He grabbed my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine in a smooth, warm, enticing kiss. The guesture was loving and sweet. But completely different from the passion that Sebastian gave me. It was so different, I had never expected to have experienced it.

"I love you," Will said, "Always have. It has never changed,"

I backed up, feeling chills go up my spine. "You can't say that," I spoke nonsense, not sure of what I said. My hands went up to my face, "You can't say that now. How is that fair?" I asked, frustrated at him.

Would everything have been different had Will had the guts to tell me before. I turned around, not wanting to face him. It was hard to even see his figure.

"I need you, Estelle. You can't leave me like this," he said softly.

I felt my heart squeeze and a lump knotted my throat, "Stop," I choked out, "Don't say that,"

"And if it takes everything I have, I will stop what you're doing," He said, walking closer, "I'll fight for you,"

"Don't say that," my voice wavered with a slight tremble, "Do you think this is a joke?"

"Am I treating it like a joke?" he asked, so confident, "I will break the two of you up. I will show you that Demon's true nature,"

"Don't say anymore, Will," I whispered. There was a pause before he spoke again, this time with less confidence. This time, he sounded weary hearted and tired, "Gwen," he said, "I'll save you,"

I fell onto the floor. In confusion, I tried to get it straight that for all those years, I've been loved by someone right next to me and all this time, he has had to watch me silently slip from his grasp like water, "Go away, Will," my voice broke.

When I didn't receive a response, I looked up to find that William had gone.

My body rang numb and at one point, Grell had arrived. When I had noticed, he was picking me up. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk," Grell said in his girlish voice, "Heart breaker, that one,"

I clutched onto my brother's clothes and slowly let myself relax as Grell comforted me.

When I focused back on my surroundings, I realized that he had taken me to my room in the Phantomhive manor. He set me on my bed and combed my hair as I curled up. Then he started chiding me.

"Sissy, you can't continue on like this," He said, "You shouldn't work with your emotions. This is a result of your wasted efforts,"

"But Grell-" I started

"That's is why I stay strictly with William and other Shinigami's but....." Grell trailed off, "Sebastian was just too enticing,"

"What do I do?" I asked him numbly, not expecting a good answer.

"What do you do?" Grell pondered lightly, "I'd have his babies before I die, of course,"

I elbowed Grell, "I don't have time for that. Give me something plausible,"

"Spend time with your sweetheart,"

"That's the best advice you have given in 138 years," I sniffed, "You'd think that being as old as we are, the two of us would be able to come up with good advice for each other,"

"I seem to dish them out occasionally. You know, tips to help my baby sis," Grell gave me a haughty expression.

I smacked him against the chest, "Don't be ridiculous,"

"But...." Grell's voice changed to a heavier tone, "He's not worth it. For me, as your brother, to let you walk to Death is unacceptable. Shinigami's aren't meant to die, they work forever. Sebastian is disposable,"

"Sebastian is not some thing that is disposable to me," I said, "I'd rather give up my life before I lose him. He will forget me so all would be fine,"

Grell's hand rested on my head, "All might be fine," He sounded like he knew something I didn't. But then again, despite being the least productive out of the two of us, he was the most hard working. He notice  more than I did.

We were twins.....would Grell feel lonely? For all of eternity, he and I have been bound together with an inseparable link. I wonder if my absence would hurt him. I hope that Grell would also forget me; I would hate it if he were to have loneliness replace of our bond.

Slowly, I dozed off to my twin's soothing touch.