Continuous Nightmare
A Kuroshitsuji Fanfic
Brought to you by Tik-Tok-Sky
Summary:- Ciel has never been one to admit weakness, but when night-time falls, that's when his weakness shows, in his dreams.
Rated:- T for blood, torture, violence, etc. Possible light cursing/swearing.
Chapter One
Fever
Stop it! STOP IT!
Writhing around, Ciel Phantomhive screamed. Screamed so loud it was possible everything in the building could hear. This should not be happening! He… He made a contract with a demon! He shouldn't be back in this place!
Adding to that fact, they burned it! So why…
Glancing upwards, his eyes watered as he lashed out, trying to break free from the people who held him down. What did he do? Just because he held the name of Phantomhive didn't mean he deserved this treatment! Make them stop, make them stop-!
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Opening his eyes slowly, Ciel blinked his mismatched eyes as the room came to a standstill. He was panting lightly and was boiling under the blankets, his mind was hazy and he couldn't think straight.
A few moments later, his bedroom door opened a slightly, a familiar voice speaking softly.
"Young master?" Ciel raised his head and whispered something incoherent before his head flopped back down, a butler clad in black walking into the room with a silver platter and bowing lowly. "I brought you some warm milk with honey, but I'm afraid we had no brandy left."
Ciel growled. Hot milk had to have honey and brandy for it to taste good! Closing one eye, he forcibly sat himself up, not giving a damn that his body cried at him to flop back down. He would not show weakness, not ever.
"My lord, is it possible that you are unwell?" asked Sebastian, dark red eyes looking over the small thirteen year old boy with calculating eyes. "Or perhaps you had yet another nightmare?"
"Silence." growled Ciel lowly, rubbing at his temples. "Nothing a little rest can't handle."
"Would you like for me to call a doctor?" asked his loyal butler, causing him to look up with narrowed eyes as he shook his head. "Very well. I shall send Maylene into down to pick up some necessities and also-"
"Sebastian, what time is it?" asked Ciel abruptly, looking out the window. "It's still dark, fool."
The butler bowed low, a smirk flickering over his face.
"So sorry sir, but I believe it is four in the morning." he answered, causing Ciel to glare daggers. "Of course, I would never disturb the Young Master unless I thought something was wrong."
He walked over, whispering lightly.
"I thought something terrible must have been going on, considering I heard you screaming as I was cleaning the kitchen."
Ciel paled but turned his head quickly, folding his arms and closing his other eye, clearly in denial of such things, but if Sebastian said he started screaming, then he probably did start screaming. He opened his left eye that was usually covered with an eye patch, the strange shaped symbol in his eye glowing lightly.
"Do not utter a word of this to anyone." he commanded, causing Sebastian to stand up and bow low.
"Of course, my lord."
By the time 8:00am came, Ciel had gotten more ill than he was originally. He didn't go back to sleep in fear he would dream something he did not wish to dream, and he didn't want to take the risk of screaming again.
His breathing slightly hitched, he struggled to reach over for the glass of water at his bedside table, small hand latching onto the edge of the wooden top as he hissed, his sore throat constricting as he continued to reach for the much wanted drink.
A gloved hand picked it up before him and then pressed it against his lips. He kept his mouth clamped shut in refusal. He would drink it himself; he didn't need help for such a simple task-!
"My lord, your hands are shaking." said Sebastian firmly. "If I handed you the drink, then you would spill it over your night clothes, and I'd rather not change you since your skin is so sensitive to temperature right now."
"Just give me the drink!" he knew he was being childish, but he didn't care. He'd do it himself, and that was final. Sebastian sighed, grabbing the boys hand, wrapping the fingers round it and then pressing it against his master's lips, earning a quiet glare as the quite fragile boy gave up, allowing the cool liquid to go down his throat.
"Do not drink so fast Young Master." said Sebastian. "You'll simply choke on it and hurt your throat more."
Ciel gave him the look that clearly said 'shut up' as he closed his eyes, feeling soothed that his butler was next to him as his head throbbed lightly, his head snapping backwards but then was caught with Sebastian's hand, which supported his neck as he continued to sip his drink.
"I believe you have a cold." said Sebastian, watching the boy with a smirk on his face as he ignored him, drinking quietly. "I will pop in and out, but you should rest. I shall make sure the manor is in good hands."
Ciel's lips detached from the glass as his head lolled slightly, his eyes closed and his face flushed. His forehead burned and his fingers twitched latching themselves onto Sebastian's coat cuff as he breathed raggedly.
It was a rare occurrence, seeing his master do such little child-like actions, but it had happened before. Like when he'd shown defiance when he tried to support him after seeing Madam Red getting sliced down, the time he was ill at the circus and the time he completely lost it, screaming his head off when he witnessed a small, broken-looking girl get stabbed through the heart by a man who claimed to be a doctor.
In that place and that time, his master should not have been there. It was too soon for his master to face his fears like that. Sebastian remained still as Ciel kept clinging to his cuff, despite the fact he was actually sound asleep. He watched thin, pale fingers bury themselves into the fabric of his tail-coat cuff, before simply latching themselves, making it impossible for the demon to move.
It was the option he didn't want to do, but he slipped out of his top layer, watching to see Ciel still holding the bit he had clung to and laid it on top of him, watching the boys' calm expression while brushing a bit of sweat away from the burning forehead.
Too innocent. Too vulnerable. Red eyes glinted slightly as he stood up; giving a bow despite the fact his master couldn't see him before slipping out the room, smirk on his face.
"Nightmares never end until you admit your fear of them, young master."
In the end, a doctor did have to be called out, and things didn't look good. Ciel was bed stricken, his temperature high and near enough choking on anything that went down his sore throat.
The doctor had already told Sebastian everything he had to do, which was against everything Ciel wanted. He bowed low, allowing the doctor to leave the building before returning to his master. Ciel glared at him, lying still as a wet cloth was placed over his forehead as Sebastian bowed to him.
"A pity, my lord." said Sebastian. "It seems you'll have to stay in bed for a full week due to the flu."
"That's not going to happen." replied Ciel. "I have things I need to do. I cannot stay in bed over something so trivial."
At that moment, Sebastian sighed. His master was going to be a difficult one… for this week anyway.
A/N: This is a story I never really intended to publish, but since I needed to take a break from starting the sequels to 'Thorn' and 'Pieces', I decided to read over this and publish it t see what you guys think.
It's already got a few chapters done, but I'm a little with so/so to publish them. What do you guys think?
Please point out any mistakes spotted (this was actually my first Kuroshitsuji fanfic, but I was about to scrap it until I read it over)
~Sky~
