Butler's Night Out

Chapter 4 - Siblings Reunited

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Celia lay sleeping for nearly a full day.

The following evening at sunset, the bluenette finally cracked her eyes open.

Her face turned into a bright smile as she saw her brother sitting there at her bedside.

"Is it really you?" She asked softly.

Ciel wore his usual serious look on his face.

"I was going to ask you the same question." Ciel replied.

Celia looked very happy, lulling her head to the side to look down at her shoulder.

"Why didn't you just write me?" Ciel asked as she inspected her bandage. "If you needed money, I would have given you any amount. You could have come home. You could have-"

"Been shipped off to a female boarding school? Been forcefully traded into a loveless marriage? Watched you die tragically and see our property and fortune stripped away?" Celia asked Ciel.

Fierce sapphire gaze met equally fierce sapphire gaze as brother and sister glared at each other.

"Tell me, which option would you have chosen, brother?" Celia asked after a lengthy silence fell between the two.

Ciel scowled.

His sister was right.

As a female orphan of a noble family, there weren't a lot of paths for his sister to have pursued as she grew from girl to woman.

Ciel grit his teeth. "You didn't have to start smuggling drugs!"

"And you didn't have to become a killer!" Celia retorted.

Ciel looked mortified.

How did she know about........the deeds he had committed in his quest for revenge?

"Word travels quickly, Ciel." Celia replied. "My palms may be black from opium but at least they're not red with blood."

That was it.

Ciel had enough.

He stood to leave, walking towards the door, until he heard his sister say softly. "I missed you, brother."

Ciel put his hand on the doorknob, pausing just for a second to look down. His voice was barely above a whisper as he replied quietly, "I missed you, too, sister."

Even though Ciel left in sort of a huff, Celia smiled to herself as she settled back against the pillows, trying not to move her shoulder.

She took in a deep breath and looked around the familiar room.

Even if it was under these circumstances, it still felt lovely to be home again.

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Ciel grappled with anger and frustration as he walked down the hall.

Why?

He didn't really know.

Of course he was angry that his sister was a criminal, since the house of Phantomhive was dedicated to hunting down and stopping criminals.

But.......

He was also frustrated about the fact that his sister was right.

He was no better than she was.