Ciel sat on his bed, waiting for Sebastian to bring him his morning tea. After a few minutes of staring at the wall and seeing how long he could hold his breath before getting dizzy, he relized Sebastian wasn't coming. Sighing he contemplated whether or not to wait for his hellish buter.
'I don't need his help getting dressed' Ciel thought angrily, tugging his pajama shirt over his head. He then went to his oversized wardrobe and picked out a pretty simple outfit, not wanting to be bothered with all the ruffles and bows. He quickly put it on, noticing a large hole in the pair of shorts.
'Dammit, Where in the hell is Sebastian.? He must be picking up after those other three...But theres a hole in my..Screw it! I'll fix it myself! Now where is that damn sewing kit that lizzy insists I keep around the house.' Finally finding it, he took off the torn shorts and began to mend them. He stared at the threaded needle.
'I can do this, its easy. I dont need some stupid demon telling me how to do simple tasks such as this.' He started sewing the hole and right when the needle went through the fabric, he pricked his finger. He looked at the newly forming bead of blood on his finger, his confidence in being able to sew his pants fell slightly.
'No! I can do this. I dont need help! I don't, I don't...' He began again, getting through a few more stitches before jabbing his finger.
Over and over he punctured his fingers with the sewing needle, untill small tears of frustration reached his eyes.
Finnaly he finishes, his fingers stained red with blood and still bleeding, when Sebastian walked in carrying a tea set. He saw something was wrong when he saw the small tears triclke down Ciel's cheeks. He immediatley sat down the tea set and was at his master's side.
"Bocchan, are you alright? What ever is the matter.?" With a sad smile to match his tears, he held up the shorts.
"I fixed them...all by myself." Sebastian's gaze went from the shorts to his young master's bloody fingers. Smiling, Sebastian pulled a wet cloth from the tea tray and wiped Ciel's fingers clean of the red stains.
"You did a very good job, Bocchan." Ciel smiled lightly at his work."But you must let me wash them now. You've gotten bloody finger marks all over them." Ciel nodded, skeptically not seeing any blood on the shorts, most likey due to their dark color. Sebastian swiftly grabbed another pair of shorts handing them to Ciel.
Later that night, When Sebastian was putting his young master to bed, Ciel looked at him and asked.
"D-Did I really do a good job, Sebastian.?"
Sebastian smiled and nodded. Once Ciel was asleep, he looked at the mended pair of shorts runnning his finger's over the stitching.
'I'll have to do this all over. But I wont tell Bocchan.' He thought lightly smiling. 'He seemed so proud, and I don't believe I have the heart to tell him he used white thread on a pair of black trousers.'
Me: I'm very sorry if there is any ooc stuff but the story wouldnt be very good if there wasnt any sooo :P
Review and what not. If you wanna.
Ciel: Oh they want to. -glare-
Me: ._.