A/N: Okay, so I have said that 'Regret' is a one-shot, but then, I thought of ideas that might branch out of the plot, and hopefully, will make the plot better. It is only now that I have realized that writing fanfics while half-asleep is not a good idea. Anyway, please enjoy this sequel to 'Regret', which is entitled 'Meeting'.
This contains two OCs that carry a minor role in the plot. This is, once again, a chapter that is in Sebastian Michaelis' POV.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
Entrusting of Loyalty (A Sequel to 'Regret' [no pun intended])
CHAPTER 1: Meeting
It was yet another decade, and it probably felt like a century before it came. Yet, how can one demon tell? The sun never shines here, nor does sunlight strike the topmost layer of hell. Every single day, it is pitch black, and only the fury fires of hell give light to the staid place. I sometimes interrogate myself; why did I come back here? What is with the place that made me attached to it?
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For a second there, I forgot I was a demon; a vigorous, dreadful creature. To put it simply, a horrific and non-hearted immortal.
"Oh? Are we now?"
I uttered to myself. A horrific and non-hearted immortal, am I right? I knew this statement was wrong. I knew that I was wrong. It is clearly impossible for us demons to have a heart, even feelings at the least. Yet, I knew I had to detest that; or rather, I had the urge to do so.
I knew from the day I felt the fires of hell that the routine of eating souls day and night, from a solstice to another, would eventually be boring. A demon needs to amuse one's self from time to time. After all, even demons have their own desires, and frankly, entertainment is one of them. The greatest entertainment for me, however, happened a century ago. Yet, to my own surprise, I abandoned it. So, for now, I will provide myself with one of the best kinds of leisure a demon can give one's self, and that is entrusting a demon's loyalty to a human soul.
"Forgive me, Bocchan..."
I have entrusted my loyalty to you, yet an 'eternity' is too much. A demon's patience is probably short, you see. I have grown weak; this must be your thought when I left. Isn't that right, Bocchan?
Old habits die hard, they say... I must acknowledge the one who introduced that.
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"May I repeat, when you make a contract, you may not be able to take back your words until such time you have accomplished your goal." I find myself explaining to a mere human in a near-death experience that a bond like this may be considered unbreakable.
"I know... I know that! One day, I might be able to regret this... Shameful, isn't it?" He is hesitant, I see. How ridiculous. Shedding tears in front of a demon.
"But... But! They treated me inhumanly... They treated me like I'm some kind of animal..." I guess you might not find a great soul in another eternity. Yes, how I regret that I left. Regret...
I looked at the eyes of the boy. It's a dark blue...
"... I need to kill them! I want them to feel the humiliation that I felt. I want their names to be stained that everyone cannot pronounce it without feeling disgusted!" His enthusiastic eyes exclaimed his goal. He might be weak and indecisive, but his want to abuse the people who did the same thing to him, makes me remember him.
"You understand, don't you?"
"Indeed. This is my final call. You are not allowed to take back your word."
"Enough! Make the contract and fulfil my purpose!"
I can feel the widening of my eyes as he stated those words. It is only now that I have realized how much the Earl of Phantomhive meant to me. I grew an attachment, indeed. It is a rather rare occurrence for demons.
I feel a tug on my lips, forming a smirk. "As you command, my Master..."
As of right now, I have entrusted my loyalty to another. Forgive me, my Lord...
...Ciel Phantomhive...
London, December 14, 1980, at the Griffiths Household, 10:48
"Today, my Master, we have to check on the main branch of the Griffiths Company."
"Haven't I done that last week? You know how easily I get bored, Sebastian..."
"I apologize truly, my Master, but your aunt insists that we should check."
"Sebastian. How many times I have to repeat myself? Call me 'my Lord'."
I bowed slightly, hiding the irritation and a frown.
I kneeled in one knee. "Forgive me, but I cannot call you that. I'm truly and deeply sorry." I might as well never address anyone with that anymore.
"Oh, can't you? Well, at least call me 'Master Andre'."
I can feel my composure break bit by bit as his hand came to play with my locks. How despicable. I stood up, shrugging his hand. "Why, of course, Master Andre. We should get going."
"Tch... Fine." He immediately passed through me and headed straight for the door.
I can practically hear my patience snap as the years I spend as Andre Griffiths' butler increase. As a demon, it is only natural to keep your composure still and perfect, but even though I am one hell of a butler, hiding your annoyance towards a troublesome mortal would be rather difficult.
12:26
"We have arrived, Master."
"My, my... it has been a while, hasn't it, Andre Griffiths?"
"Tch. Isabelle Harrison..."
"Andre~!" Ms. Harrison immediately jumped on Master, as if attacking in a rather... disturbing way. I, moreover, could not care less. In fact, all I did was staring and letting my mind drown in memories... This is a rather familiar scene...
"I missed you, Andre... Oh, I didn't notice you there, Mr. Michaelis."
I bowed slightly. "It has been nice meeting you once again, Ms. Harrison."
"Just call me Issa, Sebastian." She smiled. This is now too much of a coincidence.
"I have to go now, Andre. It seems to me that my butler is calling me. I will be reunited with you soon, Andre Griffiths!"
I watched the daughter of Harrington approach her ride and butler. I smiled.
"You are dismissed today, Sebastian."
"Yes, my Master." As those words escaped my lips, my Master just showed an annoyed expression. "You truly are a demon, aren't you?" With that open-ended statement, my Master walked out.
I smirked in response.
I just let myself stand and gaze at the window, letting the light enter the room and strike my skin. At times like these, when the moon is full and an immense amount of silver moonlight exposes itself, I only remember a certain demon with grey hair that truly glistens intensely that it shines in a cerulean colour. He had beautiful blue eyes; one marked with my contract, which by now, could have faded away... His eyes may glow a fierce red from time to time, but all along, he kept the ring that marked him an Earl of Phantomhive.
I wonder how he is doing...
I wonder how he takes his life as a demon...
I wonder if he is still mine, and I am still his...
I wonder if he has been missing me these centuries of everlasting times of being alone...
I'm only a step closer in achieving what I want, Bocchan.
I might see your blue eyes glow red again...
I might be able to touch your gleaming hair again...
I might be able to smile at you again...
I smiled... feeling that he is constantly thinking about me...
"Did you feel my presence a while ago, Bocchan?"
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"I surely did, Sebastian..."
YES! I'm done with this! Now, do you want another chapter and continue this? Please review.