Sinners

The Butler, Confession

Ciel Phantomhive was bed ridden for the majority of the day. It passed along to the next afternoon, the man had Sister Gabrielle sent the message that Sebastian will be judged when he had completed in healing the young boy. Father John agreed, waiting for the dreaded day to come.

Soft rasps escaped from the boy's lips as he woke up. Sebastian looked up the letter that he was writing from the balcony. The outside world was buzzing around with gossip and walking to the markets on the streets below. Getting up, he made his way over with the paper and pen still on the small balcony table.

"What are you writing?"

"A will," he brought Ciel a cup of tea that was freshly brewed.

"What are you really writing?"

"Some final words. I don't know what is going to happen when I go back tomorrow."

"Nothing is going to happen for you're not going."

"I have to, or else the whole town will know something is wrong."

"I forbid it."

"You can even order me to not go. I must go," Sebastian stood up from the bedside.

Ciel reached out his hand, taking hold of Sebastian's sleeve. Neither of the two made eye contact as the cheers came from the people below. Sebastian stared at the half written paper that was on the table. Ciel was looking down to his lap as he released his hold. Taking a sip from the cup that was given to him.

Sebastian took note on the boy's reaction as he sat back down to finish the letter. The man left to who knows where as Ciel sat, feeling useless. Staring up to the late blue afternoon sky, it took him a few moments to realize it wasn't the sky he was staring at. Ciel walked to him to try to read the letter. Instead he got sucked into the pools of wine that was Sebastian's eyes. Uncertainty hid behind them well, Ciel knew better than to sugarcoat his response.

"This is an outrage! I can't believe you're going back to the forsaken building that dares call itself holy. We can talk to the authority, claim he kidnapped some missing children. That he believes he's doing God's work by punishing them. We can just get out of here."

"We can't lie-"

"What else are we supposed to do? Let him castrate you to Hell? You're in pain, letting him know will give him the upper hand. Your human morals are showing. "

"I'm not going in blind. I've been there before, I suspect fowl play is afoot."

"How so?"

"He should of been dead by now, already decayed. He's good as new but we know something is not adding up."

"Is this where the nun and the man come in?"

"Yes, they searched high and low. If they find my records then the place can get shut down."

"Why are you going by the book on this? You had a smile on your face when you killed all of the Bizarre Dolls."

"I knew none of them. This is personal, the place I grew up is not far from here."

"Take your shirt off," Ciel said as he sat in front of him.

"I think we need to confront our prolonged feelings first-"

"Not that you idiot! You showed me your hand that blackened. If you're somehow turning human just to start this terrible cycle, I want to see where the progression is."

"I don't think I'm becoming human but my demon self is weakening. It seems like it is a human body now but I know it's not."

Sebastian unbutton his white shirt, it raised slightly to where Ciel can see his pant line. The buttons were halfway down when the spreading originated. His left hand was all black but including his nails. His chest was pale but overall looked untouched. The spreading went up to his elbow and his left shoulder blade. It looked like it was aiming for his vital organs such as his lungs and heart. From there half of his upper back was contaminated. A part of Ciel still wanted to touch it to see if it'll be smooth or rough but he refrained. Sebastian saw his hesitation as he turned his back towards him.