♤The Phantomhive Feline♤ Ciel Phantomhive X kitten reader

chapter 41

well, this is just dandy. you thought bitterly as you sat curled in ciel's lap, pouting along with him. "this is unfortunate, master." sebastian suddenly started. you give a sideways glare at the demon. by the sound of his tone, he was probably amused at the fact Ciel was troubled. like most demons, he takes amusement in pushing a person's nerves. here we go. "to think. all this happened after the case had closed." he continued, the edge in his voice making your fur prick. you squeezed your eyes shut and restricted the urge to sink your claws into ciel's soft lap, clenching your teeth. for the love of- "I'm sure you're a bit... annoyed?" you finally snap your head up and curl your lip at him in a snarl. "Yeah, and we could do without the jeering, thank you very much!" you boomed, a sharpness in your voice that actually caught Ciel off guard and loudness that made sebastian actually flinch with a surprised expression.

you blinked, as you realized you made actually made a demon flinch. Oops.. you shrink back, feeling hot in embarrassment. "Ahem.. pardon me." you mumbled, lowering your head to your paws. sebastian's face melts into an ever so soft smile as he places his hand over his chest. "I should apologize for testing your patience. you've gone through a lot today." Ciel says nothing, but strokes your back tenderly. you sigh tiredly and shut your eyes.

I don't know if I have much left...
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later that night, you spend the next few hours with your face buried in the bed, barely listening to their discussion on the demon hound. at this point, you felt numb. who could have caused that death? that was a kill no human can achieve. your pelt prickled as you thought more on it. Am I gonna have to deal that redheaded maniac AGAIN?? you look up, eyes glassy and tired. or something worse...
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"Just... go.. to... sleep..." you mutter to yourself, tossing and turning at the foot of your master's bed as he sleeps quite soundly. after trying multiple positions, trying to concentrate on sleeping, and even counting sheep, you just couldn't. you shut your eyes but nothing happens! you lay on your back, glaring at the ceiling. "what kind of cat has trouble sleeping?" you grumble to yourself. I must be the first of my species. you disgruntled grunt and raise to your hind legs, stretching. a walk will good some good.

with a sigh, you leap down from the bed and pad to the door, rearing onto your hind legs, you fiddle with the doorknob as quietly as possible and after a few moments, the door gives way, opening with a soft creak. you pad out and nudge the door shut with your head. with an exasperated exhale through the nose, you pad down the hall, hoping to go outside in the rain washed outside for fresh air. about halfway through the massive castle, you catch whiff of a sweet yet tangible scent coupled with a burning candle. oh? that scent belongs to..

"oh! hi, (name)!" you turn and see finny approach, his eyes warm and friendly as usual. however, he did have dashes of worry in them. you sit as he approaches you at a steady pace and sets his candle down beside you. "can't sleep either, huh?" he queries, bringing a hand to your head and giving a light itch behind the ears. he smiles at your light nod and soft purr in response. "me neither. I'm... really worried about Angela." his hand slides softly to your shoulders and rests there as you stared in concern. "I hope she's alright..." you do remember her fainting in shock at her master's demise. you couldn't help but wonder if she was okay herself. but, she was able to take a beating from the man, let alone run the entire castle as the only staff. I'm sure she's gonna be fine. "mreow." you reassure gently. he smiles softly and opens his mouth to say something, but are that moment, you hear creaking down the corridor.

you both snap your heads up and look towards it, eyes wide in fear and bewilderment. what now?? your fur stands up as you hear growling. you instinctively arch your back as finny jumps to his feet, trembling. "A..A ghost!?" he whimpers. that was when mey-rin suddenly bursts into the scene, clinging to finny, apparently hearing the noise as well. they suspect it's... Barrymore back from the grave. mey-rin apparently enjoys the thrill of a good story and purposes an investigation of the noise. your eyes widen. "Oh you can come to, (name)!" she suddenly pipes, picking you up. "we'll be like the three musketeers, we will!" you blinked, unable to comprehend what was happening as of now.

well. this'll surely help with sleep!
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you all venture down the hall, finny firmly clutching you while mey-rin is in her own world. "aah! it's all so horribly frightening!" she sounded like she was on cloud-9. you stared at her with an almost deadpan face. you... have the wrong emotion there, missy. "mew." you quietly mutter. you finally come up to a door, partially opened with a light coming from it. finny sets you down and with a glance back, you pad upto the door and take a peek through it.

your back arches at the sight before you.