A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 44: The End?

Oh my goodness me, what have I created? The side view was even more ridiculous, I laughed way too hard while creating this monstrosity. So, basically, I was messing around on The Sims 4 on our XBox and decided to make a bunch of different characters. It was all fine, you know, creating Hatsune Miku, Sebastian, Anya Braginskaya, etc. This is Koro-sensei without any Custom Content.

I don't even know anymore. Blame my brother.

"I thought it would be you," Ash chuckled as he stood up from his sitting position. His pale complexion looked ethereal in the grey backdrop as dawn broke. The sun lit up his equally as pale hair, causing it to almost glow in the mute light. "Oh? And you're alone?"

Sebastian didn't respond, choosing instead to stay in his low stance, brandishing his knives. Ash laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head ever so slightly as he slowly approached. "No need for that, Michaelis. I thought we could have a civil chat, you and I."

"And what would this civil chat, as you call it, involve?" Sebastian replied snarkily as his eyes narrowed, and his knives disappeared up his sleeves once more. A light wind ruffled through his hair, blowing the ebony strands into his eyes, his tailcoat flapping around his legs. Ash approached steadily, his footsteps muted by the wind whistling in their ears; he stopped when he was an arm's length away from Sebastian. 

"I'm sure that someone like you should be able to guess. After all, we do have quite the history together, don't we?" Ash smirked, circling the demon. Sebastian didn't move; instead, he waited, not even flinching when Ash placed his lips so close to his ear that he could feel the tingling heat of his breath. "You, the demon, and I, the angel."

"You are no angel," Sebastian spat out the word. "A creature as fiendish as you can hardly call himself an angel."

"Oh? And you are not fiendish, also?" Ash rested his hand on Sebastian's shoulder, gripping tightly as he leaned impossibly closer to the raven-haired demon. Sebastian remained stonily silent. "Me, fiendish? I only wish to cleanse those of unholy intent, purifying their spirits from the sin that has taken hold of their very beings. While you," he grabbed Sebastian's chin, yanking it harshly upwards. "You, on the other hand, only care about your next meal. You demons repulse me."

He released Sebastian from his hold, laughing lowly as he circled back around so that he was in front of him once more. Sebastian scoffed. "While it is true that many of my kind act in such a way, I do not solely care to quench my hunger. I seek those who possess a soul worth dying for, one that drives many others mad with its scent alone-"

Ash chuckled. "Quite the gourmet we have here," he mused to himself. "But no matter. To holy beings such as myself, you are all one in the same."

He thought for a moment. "Ah, but we are straying further and further away from the issue we have at hand with each passing word."

"Then you had better state said issue."

"Now, now, no need to use that garish tone with me," his eyes hardened as he held Sebastian's hatred-filled glare. "As you have previously stated, you seek only those with a soul that meets your standards. Your current master, Phantomhive, has a phenomenal soul indeed!"

"What does the young master's soul have anything to do with this?"

Suddenly, Ash was standing in front of him. He was so close, in fact, that Sebastian could've distinguished each and every pale eyelash from another. Amethyst eyes sparkled deviously. "I am sure you remember my reasonings from last time, yes?"

"Yes. Quite so," Sebastian sighed. "Unfortunately, like last time, I am afraid that I cannot allow you to take my master's quite so easily."

"And why is that?" Ash growled, brows furrowing.