Nobody moved for a moment the silence in the room thick as molasses. But it was Sebastian that moved first, he was off of the bed His hand wrapped around T's throat.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
T smirked, brought his hand up and yanked Sebastian's hand from his throat. The raven's eyes widened in surprise. How was this man that strong, Sebastian had a grip that could break bones. But this man pried them off of him like his grip was nothing.
"I would like to see you try Mister Michaelis. I could kill you faster than you could me, though I would like to see you try. I would suggest that you take three steps back."
Shock rocketing through the raven as he stepped back, reaching out for Ciel's hand. The young man took his trainer's hand and yanked him down onto the bed.
"Keep a leash on your pet Phantomhive."
Ciel was staring at T, his face pale as a vanilla cookie. He wrapped his hand around Sebastian's wrist and squeezed it tightly. His crescent nails leaving indentations in the pale skin.
"I know you."
He smiled.
"I would hope you would."
Everything came souring together in one glorious moment for Ciel. The hatred, his parents murder, his lack of gaining in race levels. It came together, and if he wasn't already sitting, it would have knocked him on his ass.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
T threw his head back and laughed deeply, a pale hand clutched over his heart for a moment till it was dropped.
"Do you truly not know? Are you that foolish?"
Ciel gasped for breath for a moment, then shook his head no. T paused for a moment, then smiled. His long finger reached into his coat and yanked a black book from his pocket and threw it to Ciel.
"When you read that you will understand."
The journal landed in Sebastian's lap, the cover was leather it smelled slightly like smoke. His eyes widened, the fire, this came from the fire. Both were staring at the journal when the door clicked closed as T left. Ciel collapsed back onto the bed as Sebastian chased after the man. Memories swarmed around his mind. Bits and pieces of memories concerning that man. He did remember his name, but that was about it. Sebastian came back and flopped down next to Ciel. He gathered his lover into his arms, rocking them together. Ciel felt nausea rise up in him, the memories rocking through his entire body.
"Ciel, don't think on it, I'll protect you. He won't lay a hand on you ever again."
He threw Sebastian's hands off of him, his body humming with fury and sadness.
"He killed my parents."
Sebastian didn't move, he stared at the blue haired boy.
"How…"
"I know Sebastian, it all fits now."
He looked down at the black journal, its cracked cover, slightly burned smell. He flipped it open to a random page. The writing was his father's.
Today, my son was born. He will be a great racer, I can feel it. I will have to train him when he grows up. Will is already curious about him. But it is Claude who is most interesting, he lurks around the hospital room like it is his own. The way he stares at Ciel gives me chills. But I can't very well fire my best jockey for looking at my son oddly. He's only fourteen after all. Maybe he is just curious.
Ciel threw the book across the room, it hitting the wall with a thump. Tears streamed down his face. He was shaking, nausea rushing through his body once again.
"He was there when I was baby. Claude and T, when I was born. Claude... He worked for my father. He was a jockey, like me."
Ciel began to rock back and forth, his eyes glazed over. Sebastian reached a hand out and placed it on Ciel back. The young man flinched and flew from the bed, and as far away from Sebastian that the IV would allow.
"Don't…How do I…know…"
Sebastian reached out again, Ciel lurched back, the IV yanking out of his arm, blood poured down the pale skin, Sebastian winced and the nurse came rushing in. Ciel stood and denied the nurse to help him. The raven saw that he was in pain, his face betrayed that. But ever the stubborn one Ciel did not show it. He demanded his discharge.
The nurse was a sweet older woman with slightly greying hair. The poor woman was no match against Ciel. Sebastian yanked her to the side and had a few words with her, she quickly nodded and called the doctor.
The doctor vehemently denied Ciel to leave. Btu the teen was going to do what he wanted whether he had permission or not. He was already yanking on his torn and bloodied shirt and pants. The sight of those made him shudder. Then Ciel addressed him.
"Sebastian, take me home now."
He looked up at Ciel, the jockey's face impassive and cold, his body wound as tight as a spring. Sebastian at that very moment he thought he had never seen a more sexy then that very moment. Sebastian stood, picking up the journal and followed Ciel out of the room.
Grell had been briefly annoyed with the vending machine. It would not give him his coffee, and the red head needs his coffee in the morning. But soon he was greeted with a bloodied clothed Ciel and a worried Sebastian clutching a black journal, Grell was glad that he hadn't had his coffee. If he had, he might have not believed this sight. Ron came up and so did Undertaker, each staring at the sight before them.
The jockey didn't look at them, he continued, his eyes glued to the exit sign. And as soon he exited the hospital, he slumped, all energy flowing out of his skinny body. He didn't faint, but he looked like he might have. Sebastian rushed to his side. But Ciel wouldn't let the raven touch him.
"Just take me home Sebastian."
The man nodded. He was truly worried, but he promised himself that he would never deny Ciel a wish, except one, the one that Ciel wanted so badly right at the moment. At that moment, he wished for death.