My Butler, His Master

16. Mégère

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Mégère

Deep in the depths of his dream, Ciel was roused to waking by the soft caress against his cheek. His eye slowly opened to the small room, which was doused in a heady beam of moonlight. His blurry vision roved from the white washed window, to a figure that stood by his bedside, gazing down at him, still and expressionless as a statue, and as constant as the day he was left amongst the rubble of the Phantomhive Mansion; dressed in black and pale as the moon, with those crimson orbs that stared into Ciel's soul and chilled him to the bone.

"You again," Ciel whispered sleepily, shifting his head to the side, as if in dismissal of the ghost that lingered by his bedside, "Don't you have other things to do, other than torment a wretch like me?"

There was no answer, just the pressure of that unreadable stare that focused on him with those crimson eyes. Ciel looked up at him angrily from his pillow, "Why do you continue to haunt me? I won the game. You lost, and I'm free, so find someone else to torture and leave me be."

His fingers clutched the pillowcase, as he felt his whole body quiver in a mixture of emotion, before he sighed, "I watched another man die today. Jean Claude Alain, 42, a courier. His blood is now part of my wardrobe."

There was no reaction to the news, just a continuum of the silent gaze. Ciel closed his eye and cringed from the horrible memories, "I knew that this would be my Hell... so I shouldn't complain, right?"

Ciel then bolted upright in bed, propping himself up on his forearms, "It's all your fault that I'm in this Hell! You lied to me, betrayed me! You even..."

He could feel his stomach churn with the recollection of the events 6 years ago, and covered his mouth with a shaking hand, feeling the wrath simmer deep within his aching heart, as he looked up at that horrible, beautiful, emotionless face, and said through gritted teeth, "I'll never forgive you for what you've done to me. For what you've made me become."

The demon made no action to counter Ciel's accusations, and all it caused was the boy to feel his anger and despair grow. Flustered, he lay back down, rolling onto his side to remove the figure from his sight, "Staring at me with those infernal blank eyes... didn't you once say that emotionless men sicken you? You're a hypocrite."

Ciel closed his eye and felt it sting, "Or maybe not so emotionless. You always are accusing me with those horrible eyes. I don't regret leaving your torn and bloody carcass, you hear me? I'm just fine with my life now. I'm okay with my bloody existence. I'm living with a psychopathic enamored fool who I can easily manipulate to do what I want... all I have to do is sacrifice my pride and I could have the world wrapped around my finger! I'm fine with my life now, and watching so many others as they fall one by one. It's a game I love to play. I'm winning this game, and I'm glad that I don't have you on the board anymore!"

After a few moments of silence, Ciel suddenly felt the mattress give way to a pressure applied to it, and dared to look up. Sebastian sat on the bed, eyes still lingering on Ciel's face. Those eyes; like the Mona Lisa, uninterpretable as they stared, unbroken, into his own.

Ciel sat up, and softly pressed his forehead against the black clad torso. His head was a flurry of different conflicting emotions, and his eye continued to sting from the grief that welled up within him. He balled up his fist and lightly punched against one of the demon's shoulders with a small thump, as he buried his face in the midnight fabric, "I hate you. I hate you so much."

When there was still no reaction from the demon, Ciel could bare it no longer, and he broke away from him, lying back down upon the pillow, just staring back up at those eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, Sebastian leaned down, and caressed the side of Ciel's face softly, fingertips cool and gentle against the boy's delicate porcelain skin. Ciel closed his eye, savoring the forgotten touch, before he felt it skim against his nose, and continue to tap at it.