[Warning(s)] Mentions of MPREG are involved
[Disclaimer] I do not own Kuroshitsuji. This story is not a SebxCiel fanfic, I do not write about them as a sexual (yaoi) pairing. This is simply a fanfiction that involves Kuroshitsuji characters as well OCs. The story is also a re-edited and upgraded of the original 'Red Butler' on my deviantART account. All reviews are greatly appreciated. ^ u ^ Enjoy!~
How many times did I confess my love to you. One hundred? One thousand? Possibly countless times? Every confession was the honest truth, but you seemed to deny what lie in my heart. Although the nights of passion were only temporary. . .I never once regretted loving you. I know that your heart was not mine alone. . .but I will never regret the beautiful moments we shared. Your touch was the only thing that got me through the past few months. Your smile lit the darkness and sorrow. Until I took my last breath, you were by my side. I never got to tell you, not even once, the happiness you brought into my life.
Even until the end. . .
Traveling in pouring rain was never a good idea. Especially when one happened to be on foot. The man hated everything about the situation he was in: walking in only a suit, his finest pair of dress shoes and clutching a cloth wrapped bundle close to his chest with no umbrella. The rain plastered his once neatly-combed black, slightly covering the view of his yellow-green eyes. His fluid strides were often interrupted by the amount of mud puddles on the forest path. He tried his hardest to remain calm, gathering his thoughts while holding the bundle closer to his chest.
"You just had to ask me to do this in that letter. . ." He muttered to himself, stopping to walk off the path and lean against a tree for shelter. A gloved hand gently reached for the top of the cloth, carefully pulling it out of the way to stare at a sleeping infant. The child was no older than a few weeks, and, due to certain circumstances, the man was no longer allowed to care for it. Legal matters. He thought to himself, sighing as he gently covered the child's face and turned his attention to watch the rain. "I hope you're happy now. . .Finally getting my full attention, though not in the way either of us wanted." He muttered once more, using his free hand to adjust his rectangular glasses. "Because of you I'm forced to work overtime when I return. . . Ungrateful, even in death."
Noticing that he rain had cleared, the man took the liberty of continuing down the path. The bundle in his arms began to move a little but did not make a sound. For an infant, this one was unusually quite. Then again. . .It is a half-breed. . . This thought was not one of disgust. The child was half of his kind. Therefore, the man half welcomed it. There was still a while yet until he was able to deliver the child to their new home. Still time to think about the events that lead up to this moment. The man let out a final sigh, adjusting his glasses once more as the rain continued to clear and continued on his way.
"Sebastian?..."
"Yes, young Master?..."
"That child you 'found'…to whom does she belong?"
A small grin spread upon the face of a black-haired butler. Violently colored eyes shifted from the tea kettle clasped by a hand covered in a crisp white glove to a boy who seemed no older than thirteen years of age. "Come now, young master." He spoke softly, returning his attention to the kettle. As he used his free hand to steady it, he began to slowly pour a fraction of its contents into a small china tea cup that lay gingerly on its saucer counterpart. "Surely you recognize your own daughter." He coolly replied, chuckling softly to himself. The child had arrived wrapped in merely a soaked cloth, discovered by Sebastian on the front step of their 'abandoned' cabin. The butler took her in without hesitation, managing to hide her presence from the young Master until he had taken his morning bath.
"Don't make me laugh, Sebastian." The boy replied bitterly from where he sat behind a wooden office table. A sigh caused his lips to part a bit, effortlessly crossing one leg over the other and one arm propped against the arm of his chair while his fingers found their way to the back of his head to tug on a small string. "That's ridiculous…Men having babies is highly impossible." Highly impossible. He thought to himself in disgust. He's trying to make a fool out of me, obviously.
The man named Sebastian could only smile, pretending to sigh after he set the kettle on top of a silver tray, gently picking up the china saucer with the cup of tea on top. "Then forgive me young Master, though you are oblivious to what you just said." He couldn't help but reply, casually walking over to the front of the desk.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" The boy muttered, giving a brief tug to the string which allowed his eye patch to fall freely from his face to his lap.
"You are no longer human, Ciel." Sebastian stated as he placed the saucer on the table, catching Ciel's attention as their demonic eyes met. "Anything is possible when you are one hell of a demon, young Master."
After hearing his words Ciel could only narrow his eyes at the butler, slowly looking away to stare at the steaming cup of tea before him. "I don't believe that she is mine. . . Just as I don't believe you about men having babies."
"Believe it or not she is, young Master." Sebastian replied, stressing the fact out to a point while turning his attention to the silver tray once more. "Madam Red had naturally red hair too, did she not?"
Ciel's eyes then began to cloud. Images of his beloved aunt began to flash within his mind. Red. The color of love. The love that Madam Red had for him. Her equally beloved nephew. "Yes. . .she did. . ." This is madness!He suddenly thought, shaking his head and closing his eyes to mutter. "That means nothing! Men can NOT have babies, you idiot!"
Hearing his reply, Sebastian slightly turned. A quizzical smile announced that he had ignored the latter half of what his Master said. Near the open window was a small makeshift cradle, giving temporary shelter to the infant that lay inside covered in fresh blankets. Sebastian had disposed of her previous cloth, dried her off and wrapped her. "Then. . .what will you name her?" He curiously asked.
Name?Ciel had never named anything other than his former dog and his butler. Now he had to name his 'daughter'? Hesitating for a moment, Ciel blinked as he looked over towards the crib. "Name?. . ." He said aloud to himself. Slowly standing, he began to walk over to lay eyes on her closely. When he reached into the infants cribside, and unusual smile sculpted on his face, a rush of abnormal warmth flooding through his veins as he saw her. "She's. . .perfect. . ." He breathed softly. "So. . .clean?. . ."
This is my daughter. . .my daughter? . . . The thought repeated over and over in his mind, engraving itself deep within. My daughter. . .He still felt denial about the situation, but something deep inside was. . .
Sensing that Sebastian was watching, Ciel leaned down to pick up the infant, briefly hesitating as she started to stir. "A child holding a child." He heard him say, but Ciel was too involved with the infant to pay full attention to the butler.
Indeed, she had the same vibrant red hair color if his late aunt. Lively and spirited. Her skin, however was unusually darker than her own. Are all demon spawn born this way? He questioned, only to immediately remove such a thought from his mind. Every ounce of denial he once had completely vanished about the child. She's a Phantomhive! No matter how she looks she will always be a Phantomhive!He had managed to fully convince himself. Ciel gently pressed one of his fingers to the infant's hair, raising his brow slightly from the surprising softness. "Oh. . .what shall I name you?. . ."
"If I may be of assistance, young Lord," Sebastian questioned from where he still stood by the desk, smiling at the noted look of irritance from his young Master who turned to stare at him questioningly. "Perhaps you should decide naming the infant over tea? It would be terrible to waste a fine cup of Earl Gray."
"Don't you ever think of anything besides tea and baking, Sebastian?..." Ciel muttered, turning his attention back to the infant cradled in his arms. "Besides, I think I've already figured out what to name her…" He then smiled softly as his voice trailed off.
A small look of surprise flashed upon the butler's face, only to smile a bit as he asked. "What would that be?"
"From now on…my daughter's name is…"
