My Butler, His Master

22. Ombre

-22-

Ombre

Ciel's shoulders stung from the feeling of ten leather clad fingers biting into his skin as he was shook back and forth by a rather ecstatic Death God, who's smile, had Grell's skin allowed, would have stretched far enough to cut the reaper's head in half.

"SEBAS-CHAN? HERE!" Grell screeched joyously, "SHOW ME!"

Had Ciel's mind not been lost in the trauma of his experience, and the throbbing pain of the bump lost in his hair where he had struck the box mid-fall, he probably would have fought the grip on his shoulders. However, the fresh blossom of crimson horror burned within his corneas were enough to render him speechless, and the most he could breathe was a vague, "He's here."

Frustrated, Grell surrendered Ciel's shoulders and shoved him back, "You're so useless! Wake up, moron, and tell me where my honey is lurking!"

Ciel struggled to get a grip on his tongue, his gaze lingering on the sleeping chainsaw that lay on the ground beside the reaper who impatiently tapped his foot against the street with an angry click clack. Taking in a deep, unsteady breath, Ciel closed his eye and concentrated, sorting through his mind to clear a path for a trickle of rational thought to seep through. Dodging the inner turmoil, Ciel was finally able to gain control of his nerves, though it was shaky, almost like gripping oil slicked reigns of a crazed horse.

"He's playing the violin," he whispered, his throat cracking as the admittance shut off his train of thought and caused him to re-enter his silent frenzy.

"The-" Grell held a hand up to his ear, taking in the sound of the violin that trickled down the alleyway from a distance, and his smile once again blossomed into a sparkling crescent, "Oooh~! I hear it! So it was him all along! Serenading me while I was working, how sweet~!"

Grell's eyes blinked in confusion, as something clamped down upon his arm and held it like a vice. Looking down, he saw a vision that he never figured he'd ever experience in his life; the blood soaked specter, embracing his arm so desperately, face pressed against his sleeve and muttering in such a pleading, doting voice, "Don't let him get me."

Reaching down, he grasped ahold of Ciel's hair, and pulled back, exposing the boy's face, which, though smeared with blood, looked so desperate, so alluring, that Grell nearly forgot what he was previously excited about.

"Awww... Come now," Grell smiled, nuzzling the frantic boy's forehead, "What's with that doting tone? I haven't seen this side of you before."

Too far lost within his desperation, Ciel tightened his grasp on his master's arm, praying that his only game piece register that he wanted it to protect him, while ignoring the stupidity that was flowing from those indecent lips. Searching inside himself for a strategy, Ciel's mind continued to be interrupted by blazes of crimson, and he couldn't drive it off.

"Well, since Sebas-chan has come all the way out here, and decided to play us such a pretty song, it would be rude to not pay him our respects, right?" Grell smiled, reaching down to pluck his weapon from the street. The boy grasping his arm, however, became horribly rigid, and he looked down at the sapphire eye that stared up at him, wide, frozen, while the face looked like it had been sculpted from wax, locked in a look of silent stunned terror.

"TeeHee~!" Grell giggled, patting the frigid boy upon the head, "So cute! Remind me to screw you when we get home."

Despite the steadfast resistance gripping his arm, Grell was successful in wrenching his arm forward, though it came with the new unyielding accessory. Ciel grasped him tightly, fingers digging into the shirt to the point where Grell had to shoo him in the face to release his hold a little, certain that bruises would be blossoming there later. As they traversed the maze of alleyways and empty streets, the music continued to escalate in volume, and Ciel began to shiver uncontrollably with fear, moving forward only to match the stride of his captive, though his legs were stiff and refused every step with an ache.