"Where are you?" A squeaky, greatly feminine voice spoke through the other line. I can almost hear her stomping her heeled feet impatiently with a pout on her face. I sighed, a smile gracing my lips nonetheless.

"I'm almost there, hang on." I picked up my car keys and started the engine, A few curious looks were thrown at my brand new Lamborghini. It's a bit overrated, but I preferred this more than Ferrari and the rest of those luxury cars.

"Did you buy my cupcakes?"

"Yes."

"Did you buy me that dress I wanted? You know that that's the only thing I ever wanted-

"Yes, yes honey. I actually have all of them. One from Top Shop, Urban Outfitters and...I forgot the other one." I happy, cheeky noise came from her.

"The necklace that I wanted?"

"Yeah that one too." She clapped her hands and I smirked.

"I love you so much, Sebby!"

"I know, Love you too princess." I hung up and drove. London is a busy street but I wouldn't want it any other way. I like greeting people, like genuinely sincere and happy people with good vibes in the morning.

Girls may be quite irritating and noisy, but that's exactly what I'm weak over. I find it sweet and adorable especially when they beg for things or get jealous, even if it does appear kind of frightening most of the time. She smiles a lot, and she also like wearing different clothes all the time. That just means that she's got a great eye for fashion and I wouldn't want to stop her, especially when I can afford doing it for her. Showing her off isn't that bad either.

She wants a lot of things but it's not bad, isn't it?

I smiled at people, glancing at the early morning markets just around the corner. I like this street for having so much of them, while the other side is just posh and sophisticated with every brick.

'I'm almost near babe.' I sent her a quick message.

'OK. 33'

See? Aren't those hearts really sweet?

'Love you, Anna. So much.'

'I like you too :)' She says 'like' instead of 'love' because she's always very shy with what she feels. It's quite cute, honestly.

I arrived at her favorite cafe, bringing all the shopping bags awkwardly across the street. There were suspicious looks but most of them were shocked and hyperventilating ones. They recognize me, I suppose. I'm practically everywhere, like my face posted just above that building modelling a new Rolex watch.

"Oh my god." Some people whisper. I gave them smiles and silent hello's. I really appreciate my fans for always supporting me and I won't be the same without them. They are all cool and they defend me a whole lot of times. I chuckled at the thought.

I opened the glass doors and found a familiar brunette seated on a table cross-legged. She's on her phone, a smile on her gorgeous face.

"What are you smiling at?" She swiftly hid it and a surprise expression appeared on her face. Her features soften when her green eyes trailed over the bags marked with her favorite shop brands.

"What took you so long?"

"Traffic."

"Alright then. I'm starving." I placed a kiss on her cheek and she smiled.

"Here you go. Happy birthday princess." She lit up and wrapped her vanilla-scented arms around me. I held her tightly and inhaled her fragrant brown locks, loving her very scent.

"Thank you! I love all of them!"

"Well I would be damned if you didn't. You asked for all of them."

"Good looking, sweet, considerate and wealthy. You're the ideal boyfriend, Sebastian." She whispered.

"Why thank you." I pecked her lips and she giggled.

I pulled out a seat and she sat comfortably. I went through the menu and called the waiter, giving our orders respectively. She ordered for some turkey salad and hot chocolate while I ordered for salted-cheese panini along with a cup of coffee. We chatted away and she talked about her favorite gossips and celebrities. I know some of them, especially those I'm linked to. I was uncomfortable talking about all the fake rumors about me, but it made her happy so I won't complain.

"...Jesy and I went to this new spa and it's incredible! They all knew me, you know. Being your girlfriend and all that."

"At least they know you're mine." She blushed.

"I told them how great your are. They were all so jealous!" She laughed. I listened to her absentmindedly, mostly staring at her lips. She's beautiful and she could be a model as well if she wanted without a single shadow of doubt. She goes to University though and she doesn't want to destroy that opportunity. Modelling isn't forever, since you can't do that when you've got all the wrinkles and flabs all around your body already.

The entrance bell rung, and everyone in the area literally lightened up and the staff all waved and said cheerful good mornings. Someone seemed to just light up the room within just a second and I tilted my head to see who it is.

"Good morning everyone!" The young boy laughed. He went to a table consisted of two old married couple and gave them a kiss. He went to another and gave them hugs. He said hello to those who aren't really close to him, and he even received a suffocating hug from one of the managers, Sally.

"Boy! You grew taller!"

"Really! Mummy said that too!" He giggled again. I stared for him for a while longer, interested with how much sunlight and happiness this boy is emitting. He acts like a toddler, judging with how he rocks back and forth, hands behind him. I noticed that he was also clutching a teddy bear, and I smiled. I watched him hug all of the cafe staff until his wide, blue eyes locked with my strikingly red ones.

His eyes were literal sapphires, and they were shining so much they stood out. He's got a small face, fair skin and a soft, pink lips. He stared back at me and a smile erupted from his face.

"Hi!"

He ran to me, waving a hand. Anna stopped her chattering and looked curiously at the boy, a look of confusion on her face.

"It's my first time seeing you here. You look familiar though!" He beamed. I smiled warmly at him, he seemed sincere and innocent. How old is he? He's too tall to be a ten year old, he practically looks sixteen.

"Good morning." I replied.

"Morning to you too! You're really handsome!"

"Duh, he's a model. Don't you recognize him? He's Sebastian Michealis, and I'm Anna Margaux, his girlfriend." I snapped at her, a shocked and disappointed expression on my face. She made a sarcastic remark against an angelic boy, which she should never do. She doesn't understand that I assume.

"Anna." I said sternly. The young boy looked confused, still forcing a smile regardless.

"What? He's clearly flirting with you. He even sounds so gay, what's wrong with this -

"Anna, let's go." I hastily stood and grabbed her by the arm, leaving the bill and heading out. She struggled while I did my best to look back and mutter a little apology. He did see it, and he smiled, nodded his head and mouthed 'I understand.' He waved his hand happily and I smiled. It all happened fast that I barely noticed the quiet glares the staff gave me. I shrugged, pulling her close to me.

"Sebastian!"

"Anna, why would you say that? He wasn't doing anything!"

"He was flirting with you! Are you dense? He acts all cute and innocent but I bet he sleeps with every man-"

"Shut up!" I roared without hesitation. She jumped, fear showing in her eyes. Guilt filled me and I shook my head. I should be hugging her now, saying sorry but I just felt like it wasn't worth it. Hell, everything I did isn't.

"I'm tired of your unnecessary bitching." I unintentionally voiced my thoughts aloud and her mouth gaped open at my straight-forwardness. I know that I was sweet to her only a couple of moments ago, and I swear that she was my world yesterday but now I know she doesn't feel the same. I didn't make an effort with taking it back and I exhaled an exasperated sigh.

"W-what did you say..?"

"I don't even know why I even bothered dating you. Sorry, dear, but your plan didn't work." I smirked.

"You hid your phone because you were texting him, right? Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see that? Go tell your friends I'm done with you and appreciate the fact that I've never once cheated on you."

"Sebastian...I c-can explain-!"

"Scram." I said sternly. Sometimes I get naturally ice cold, in fact that's how I really am. I am a sweet, loyal man and I spoil those around me a lot but, when I'm mad, I suppose you can say I become a completely different person. I think you can already get the idea that I have genuine hatred towards liars.

She left, tears running down her cheeks. Strangely it didn't bother me; she was my girlfriend a minute ago after all.

Like I said, girls are cute and sweet. Though, underneath their masks are a variety of demons.

Users. Cheaters. Players. Fakes.

I keep on dating them though, but I can't really say that I've ever been in love with someone. I believed that if you love someone all their mistakes adds up to their perfection, and all their flaws are the things you grow to love most.

But then I just broke up with her for being a bitch. I guess I never truly loved her, and I almost pitied myself. Now that I think about it, I've complimented her and told her I love her so much times but I never felt like it meant the whole universe to me. I said them because I know I should, and that's how it is. Other than my sweet nothings all I've really given her are material things. Perhaps it's partly my fault that she looked for another man?

I sighed for the umpteenth time. Women are complicated.

"u-uhm sir? Are you alright?" A meek, small voice said behind me.

I turned, almost happy to see the young boy standing there with a worried expression on his face. He looked around as if looking for someone, and his big eyes landed on me again.

"Uhm...where'd she go?"

"Oh - her? She left. It doesn't matter anyway." I smiled. His distressed face not faltering even an by an inch.

"I-I followed because I got scared she's hurt you..." I almost laughed. He really thought that she'd be the one to hurt me? What is this boy thinking?

"No, she didn't. Did you hear everything?"

"No...I covered my ears! But you guys were having a fight though...was it because of me?"

I blinked at the sentence. I needed time to register the childish way it was worded, and it sounded like the purest thing ever.

I shuffled his stale blue hair, "No, of course not! We're over now." He gasped.

"Oh no!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the direction of the cafe.

"W-wait what are you doing?" I asked, receiving no reply. We ran across the street, some cars honking at us as he panted to get us to the entrance. We went in and almost immediately Sally was already there, clutching the young teen's face.

"Where did you go? I was worried!"

"No time for that! He's sad! Serve him some chocolate quick!" He panicked, going to the kitchen with the rest of the staff giving me looks and going back to him. Gladly the people chose to ignore the small ruckus and I shrugged. Sally made a questioning look and she turned to me.

"What was that about?" The blonde woman asked. Her other arm found its way to her hip and an older man appeared behind her.

"Sal, what's going on?"

"I don't know either!" Within a second the blue-haired boy was already running to us. He gripped my arm then again towards a table with chocolate ice cream and cookies. There's even a small cup of milk. It looked like some kid's meal paradise and I was speechless, shocked at the tiny sugar feast laid in front of me.

"Come, sit!"

"Uhm...you don't have to-

"Mummy said that when someone breaks your heart, dessert will always be your best friend. Chocolate makes you happy too." He said, a teethed smile on his face. He made this for me? Aside from the fact that I didn't expect to be treated like a five-year old who just lost his bike, the thought is really sweet. Who even makes effort like this nowadays?

One notion bothered me greatly, however.

This whole time, there's nothing going on my mind but him.

He's beautiful, dammit.

"Are you alright?" He tilted his head cutely.

"Y-yeah...thanks, I guess? No, thank you very much." I squeezed his had. Laughter erupted from behind me and Sally shook her head.

"Just play along with him." The forty-year old exclaimed, amused.

"It's not playing! The prince has a broken heart!" I almost choked on my cookie. God, why does he talk like that? Not like I complain, because I definitely find it adorable to the , he's way too old to act like this, or even dress like this. His mind seems so far off being a teenager.

The man behind Sally laughed, and I recalled that his name's actually Bard. He smokes a lot and I can literally see the boy's eyes narrowing to him.

"Go on, eat! This will comfort you." I can't help but smile warmly.

"Thank you. Why don't you join me?"

He squeaked, "Happily!" After that, he sat on the table, munching on the cookies right away. Sally came back with more varieties of them like heart and jam ones, and some of them had chocolate chips. It was freshly homemade and it's addicting; I will consider buying boxes if it wasn't for my diet check.

"Yum!"

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"Ciel, my name is Ciel! It means sky." People started leaving, and Bard switched to open sign to closed. They close at exactly 12 in the afternoon every Sundays. Ciel happily chatted about his favorite things, like ponies, disney and such. The staff gradually surrounded us, happy smiles on their faces.

"You remind me of a Raven." He jumped.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't know why, really. Ravens are really cool so I guess you're like 'em?" He giggled.

"I take that as a compliment. I just want to ask, how old are you? You seem young - very young, and you look too tall-

Before I could finish, Sally coughed, shifting my attention. "Can you like, go with me for a sec?"

"Why?" Ciel inquired instead.

"Just for a little talk. We'll be fast, I'm not going to take your friend away from you." I nodded, standing up and giving Ciel a slight wave. The staff all fawned over him, and they seemed like a warm family. There's Bard, Mey rin, Finnian and Tanaka - the oldest of them whom I just heard Ciel call 'Grampsy'.

We were a few meters away from the table, and Sally's smile faded instantaneously as if she's been holding her grimace the whole time. She stepped near me, her brows knitted together.

"I know that we are quite friends but please, I don't think you should be near him."

"Why not?"

"Just...it's just that I don't think you can handle him..." She said almost inaudibly.

"And everyone else can? Look, I don't understand the deal. What's wrong?" I know something is up. Everyone, everything, Ciel.

"You're the only one he's ever talked to that much. He's friendly to everyone but he takes you differently. He seems attached to you and I'm telling you now that he cannot handle rejection." I fumed.

"I can never reject him! What do you mean I can't handle him? Ciel is a great kid and-"

"Listen, Sebastian. Ciel is seventeen years old." Sadness passed her brown eyes while she clenched her hands.I bit my lip, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Ciel is...special. So, he doesn't know that." Then, a puzzle piece clicked inside me. Without a single sign of uncertainty, I answered my all my questions with my own conclusion.

"Ciel has Peter Pan Syndrome."

a/n alright first ever sebaciel AU! HOPE YOU LIKE IT AHHHAHHAA IM EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK!