1] Beginnings
The sickeningly intense burn against my iris sealed my demand. My stomach twisted and lurched as the pain grew even more unbearable. A white haze clouded my vision and the ringing in my ears blocked out the noise of my own pathetic whimpers.
After what seemed like ages, the pressure was lifted from my eye, leaving only the throbbing of my new disfiguration. The ring quieted and I heard the demon above me chuckle. The whiteness that overcame my vision soon began to fade into darkness, and the last thing I felt a gloved hand caress across my cheek. I knew then, this was only the beginning.
2] Humor
The Undertaker burst into a fit of tears as Ciel's blush burned across his pale cheeks.
"Y-you! Boy, you have the greatest jokes!" The ancient shinigami managed out between gasps and giggles.
"Shut up." Ciel ordered, his eyes now burning with the same intensity as his cheeks. "Now tell me what I need to know."
"W-w-wait." The Undertaker pleaded, still doubled over with laughter. "Are you serious? Do you really love your butler?" He choked an a hysterical sob, laughing even harder as he repeated Ciel's earlier confession.
Ciel growled, anger, pain and discomfort lacing his every nerve. "Stop laughing at me!" Ciel shouted, "Why? Why is this so funny to you?!"
"Because, young Earl," the Undertaker giggled, "to be in love with your own death is truly the greatest joke I've ever heard."
3] Drama
Sebastian caught Ciel's hand as it flew down to slap Miss Lizzy across her small face. He made the necessary apologies, explaining the importance of the ring she had broken, and using any excuse to save his masters reputation. If it wasn't for this damned contact, Sebastian wouldn't bother with such drama. Foolish children quarreling over broken bits of jewelry was truly the most tiresome task he had dealt with today. He briefly considered letting go of his bocchan, letting him make a fool of himself. As he mulled over the entertaining thought, his stomach growled. No, he would protect his young master, reputation and all. At least this drama kept him slightly amused before his meal would be presented to him.
4] Scary
Ciel burrowed under his heavy covers as another crack of lighting struck the sky, quickly followed by a deafening crash of thunder. Normally, the young earl of Phantomhive wasn't afraid of thunderstorms, but this particular storm has woken him from one of usual nightmares, the one that made him relive his memory of watching his parent's home burn to ash. Every time the lighting blazed against the sky, he would remember the way the fire lit up the night, making it seem like sun was high in the sky. And the thunder would remind him of the snaps the sturdy wood made as it collapsed, finally giving in to the harsh bites of the fire.
Another strike against the sky made Ciel's heart stutter, causing an involuntary whimper to escape his small mouth.
Ciel heard the door creak open, followed by the quiet, yet deliberate padding of a set a feet making their way to his bed. He felt a gloved hand gently thread through his hair, and heard a deep, familiar voice mutter hushed, soothing sounds. His whimpers died and his thoughts calmed as his trusted butler cooed him to sleep, leaving him with only peaceful thoughts and a silent slumber.
5] Light
Sebastian is a demon. He's lived centuries in the disgusting undergrounds of hell. Seen the repulsive black that covers every crevice of the spacious masses of nothingness. But when he see's that young boy, lying under the white sheet, he's stuck by his first vision of radiance. Sebastian agreed to the contact, signed his freedom over to his young, foolish, snotty little boy in return for his soul. Little did Ciel know, he's given Sebastian so much more. He's blessed him with the sight of light.
6] Dark
Ciel's future had been bright. An heir to a fortune, loving parents, a brilliant estate. But with one flicker, his entire future had been blotted out, erased, in favor of this future drenched in a dim shade of darkness.
Then he made his deal. Received the companionship from his black butler.
Ciel knocked over his chess piece with a casual flick, quietly wondering if his future was so dark after all.
7] Happiness
Demons do not know emotions. They don't feel sadness, love, hate, anger, joy, or lust. They walk through the realms of earth and hell, constantly masked by an air of indifference. One needs a soul to feel, and that is what a demon lacked.
Sebastian kept reminding himself of this as he mused over his reactions to his lord. His body would tremble, his mind would go blank, and his chest seemed to expand, making room for warmth to fill him. He briefly wondered if that was what happiness felt like.
Sebastian shook away these foolish thoughts, silencing them with the bitter reminder: demons didn't have a soul.
8] Sadness
I've always hated the pathetic feeling of sadness. There really isn't a cure for the pit you feel in your stomach, the headache that bleeds against your temples, spreading to your eyes and overcoming your mind. It leaves you with only the desire to crawl into a known safety zone, abandoning the world to wallow in your own despair.
Pathetic. There are much more important things to do. Meetings, contacts, arrangements that need to be made.
So when I feel that horrific feel creep into my pores, I summon Sebastian into my room. I feel the unbearable weight of my depression lift as his dark form shadows my doorway.
"Yes, My Lord?" he questions.
"Nothing."
9] Balance
It's extremely difficult to hold a plate of sweets in one hand, pin two hands with the other, hold up a small thigh with your own, and thrust up into a withering boy as he thrashes, moans, and pleads for more. But Sebastian keeps his balance, holding everything up and giving his bocchan what he demands.
He is, after all, one hell of a butler.
10] Anger
Sebastian's eye twitches as Lady Elizabeth whines again. Screeching something about Ciel and cuteness.
She quiets for a brief moment, leaning up to press her annoying lips to Ciel's pale, beautiful mouth.
Sebastian's body gives an involuntary jerk. That little brat DARE touch what is rightly his? He may be the butler of Phantomhive, but one can only take so much bitching from such a small menace. As his bocchan turns, Sebastian lifts his hand and snaps the delicate little neck of Lady Lizzy. He could deal with anger, but he wouldn't tolerate jealousy.