》Promise《 [Ciel Phantomhive X Reader]

Chapter 7

(Quick AN - Any words or phrases with an (*) beside it will be at the end of the story with a dictionary definition of explanation for those of you who don't feel like Googling it.)

*Ciel's POV*

(Y/n) let out the loudest, most piercing scream I'd ever heard. Tears had flooded her (e/c) orbs and her fingers were wound tightly in her locks. Behind her I saw the servants with upset facial expressions due to the screech. Sebastian immidietly ran over to her, attempting to calm her and prohibit her vision of the two boys laying dead in the middle of the room. I came over to her as well; and very faintly she was whispering something hardly audible under the sobbing.

"I promised them."

"I l i e d."

》Timeskip to the next day

(Y/n) hasn't left her room since Sebastian carried her there yesterday. According to him, she won't eat or drink either. This gives me ample cause for concern, because not only am I left missing a servant, but said servant is going to be on Death's doorstep soon enough. Much to my aversion*, I needed to go down to her quarters myself and try to talk some sense into her.

As I went to leave my study, I began to think of my own losses. My mother and father. Aunt Angelina. Even...

Him.*

I quickly cleared my mind of any previous thoughts I may have still had lingering and continued my way down to the hallway where the servants reside. I passed Sebastian and Bardroy, Finni, and Tanaka's room, where (Y/n) and Mei-Rin's room sat; the door cracked open, causing a stream of light to peak through in which you could see small dust particles floating around. I rap on the door a few times before hearing the small voice I origianally thought I had imagined.

"Come in."

It was (Y/n)'s voice, no doubtedly, but it had lost the spark that had used to be there. The confident, almost cocky tone she previously used was gone and replaced by something I liked far less. She sounded hollow, like it was not she who was truly speaking, but someone else who had invaded her body and decided to take over.

I walked in to notice that the window was open, allowing her (h/c) hair to catch the breeze and billow* slightly. She turned in my direction. Her face was gaunt and she was paler than Sebastian. "Oh. It's you, Phantomhive." She said blankly as she looked back out of the window. I approached her slowly and sat down in the arm chair next to her bed. I looked up at her.

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten in two days."

"No. I'm fine."

"... You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"..."

She looked up at me, tears beginning to form. "I should have to suffer more than they did." She said sadly and a choked sob emerged. As soon as she said it, I grew angry. "Suffering for the dead does nothing. It only causes more pain. They are gone and there is nothing we can do about it now except get over and accept it. You suffering won't make them happy, (Y/n), and you know that, don't you?" She looked shocked at me for being so harsh, and for a moment I almost felt remorseful. That is until she said, "You're right. I'm sorry."

The silence felt thick in the air until I spoke.

"I know what it's like."

"What?"

"To lose everything you ever loved. I know how hard it is."

She looked away. I took it as a sign to continue. I took a breath and sat down on the floor in front of her; she joined me.

"On my tenth birthday some unknown perpetrator set fire to this manor. They killed my mother and father and I was kidnapped and sent to live in some sort of cult obsessed with summoning a demon to grant them wealth and power. I was chosen to be one of their "lambs'. I was sacrificed on an alter and a demon appeared. He offered me a contract and I agreed. I said for the contract to be fufilled he will never lie to me, never disobey my orders, and serve me without complaint. I named him Sebastian Michaelis, and he is now my butler. A few months ago my aunt, Angelina Dalles, or Madam Red was involved with the Jack the Ripper cases, and she died that night." I fell silent, and the only noise that could be heard was the rustling from the trees outside. I didn't realize it until (Y/n) wiped my cheek and said, "Don't cry, Phantomhive. It doesn't suit you," in a low tone. I put my hand to my face and tried to wipe my tears and suck it back up but they just kept coming. I let out a choked sob into the room and rubbed my face against (Y/n)'s palm, finding comfort in it. By this time she was crying with me, and she pushed her head into my neck. I laced my arms around her back and she put her arms around my neck. We both sat there in that spot crying on one another in the sunlight for God knows how long.

*Sebastian's POV*

'It's about 4:30, I have time before I start dinner.' I started my way down the servant quarters hall until I felt a presence besides (Y/n)'s, but all of the other servants should be working. I opened her door to find with her head on the Young Master's chest, asleep with puffy red eyes and tear streeks on her cheeks. The Young Lord had his head on top of hers, also sporting the puffy eyes and tear stained face. I sighed. I either have to wake them up or put them in a different room. If I wake up the Young Master, he would obviously be cranky for the rest of the day, so let's move them into (Y/n)'s bed. I picked up the young pair and laid them down on the bed, afterwards removing My Lord's shoes. I smirked at the sight and left the room after drawing the blinds and curtains.

"It's about time, isn't it?"

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(*) Words

Aversion - dislike or disdain
Billow - For something to flow
"Him" - That's a secret. Manga readers might know. If you know, DONT SAY IT IN THE COMMENTS! PM ME AND THE FIRST THREE TO GUESS RIGHT GET A SHOUTOUT.