Hello, my Lovelies! I was bored, so I decided to grace you with a third story! (It's more of a drabble, but whatever!)
As per usual, I don't own Black Butler, of any of the characters. All rights go to Yana Toboso.
Now... what am I missing... Oh! Right! Warnings!
1) Implied yaoi
2) Mention of death
And, that's it!
P.S. It's really short, and I have no intentions of adding more.
"A year after your death…"
I closed my eyes, fearing the strange and alien tears that came with thinking about his death, a death that I would cause.
"How could I live without you?"
I felt his cool gaze rake over my figure and I opened my eyes.
"Sebastian?"
His gentle voice calls out to me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Yes?"
I turn, facing him. His striking blue eye meets my crimson ones and a strange look crosses his face.
"What are you thinking about?"
I smile, putting on a façade of serenity.
"Nothing of importance, my lord."
How easy it is to tell him that. He raises an eyebrow before turning back to the papers on his desk. His eyebrows furrow with frustration and I long to wipe that horrid look off his face.
"You deserve the greatest joy, Master."
I close my eyes yet again and take a deep breath.
"Joy that I can't give you."
I felt his gaze on me again. I can already hear the words he intends to say, hanging on the tip of his tongue.
"Sebastian, tell me what you're thinking about."
I open my eyes and look at him again, hoping he won't notice the sadness within them.
"But I've already told you, my lord."
I hit myself internally.
"Why am I avoiding his question?"
Irritation flashes across his face and I flinch.
"I do hate it when you're angry with me, Master."
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Do I have to order you to tell me, Sebastian?"
I open my mouth to answer, but no words come out.
"Sebastian?"
He raises an eyebrow again and sits up straighter, watching my face closely.
"Why must you do this to me Master?"
I close my mouth and clear my throat.
"I was thinking of your death, sir."
His eyes widen in shock.
"M-My death?"
His words waver.
"Does it scare you, Master? Because it scares me."
My thoughts cause me to stiffen. Do I really think that?
"Why would you think of something like that?"
His harsh tone sends shivers down my spine. I smirk, hoping to hide my true feelings.
"Why not?"
He glares, his lips forming an angry pout, and I take advantage of his distraction to think about his question.
"Why would I think of that? Is it perhaps that I'm afraid to lose you?"
I shake my head slightly.
"No. That can't be it. I can't…I shouldn't have feelings for him."
I look down at his small round face.
"But…what if I do?"
So, what did you think? Did you like it? Hate it? Leave your thoughts and comments in the little box below.
And, I give you permission to bash. But, if you're going to bash, try to make it constructive/helpful.
Loves,
~SAN
