Disclaimer: If I owned, there would be so much more Grell and William.
A/N: I should be back to updating my mpreg tomorrow, but I was all depressed this weekend, and this came to my mind. It took me a while, so unfortunately it's a bit lame. I write best when I'm upset. Well, I have about 5 mins to memorize two scenes, so I'll be going.
Blood
Sebastian was humming a tune to himself as he descended the stairs to the basement, intending to clean up. The master was out for the day, apparently not needing his help, and he had set the other servants a task so as to keep them out of trouble.
The basement was pitch black, but as a creature of the dark, the demon was not bothered. It did make things a bit difficult to locate, so he picked up the nearest candelabra and lit it. The flames sprung up and cast light on the true mess that was down there. There were broken chairs thrown every which way, paintings leaning against the walls, and old newspapers on the ground. Sebastian began to pick his way through the mess.
There was a crunching sound as the butler stepped on bits of broken glass. He leaned over to pull the pieces out of his shoes.
"And these are my best shoes. What a pity…" he mused.
He continued to clean as he reached one of the walls, picking up the scattered chairs. He stopped when he saw a line of red at the bottom of the wall that was still cast in shadow.
"That's peculiar." he muttered.
Sebastian walked over, holding a candle, which threw the wall into sharp relief. He gasped.
There, on the wall, written in red, it said this: 'I had a thought. I thought "I should do it. I should do it the same day they died. Make it all the more terrible." Everything I once loved is gone now, so what do I have left to lose? I should just do it.'
Underneath there was more writing: 'I held the knife in my hand. I looked at it. But I couldn't do it. Something held me back. It doesn't matter. I will never get them back. And without them, life isn't worth living.'
The demon's eyes were wide as he ran a finger across it, proving that the writing medium was, in fact, blood. It looked about a year old, give or take a few months. Sebastian took in the full meaning of the words.
"Master…" he trailed off.
It was then he heard the carriage pull up outside. He raced upstairs and tried to act as nonchalant as possible. It proved to be quite a difficult task. He had to try quite hard not to stare at Ciel while he served dinner.
"For dinner tonight, sir, we have Penne Alla Boscaiola, a traditional dish from Italy." he informed.
"Very good Sebastian; you may go."
Sebastian went to leave, but something was holding back. He stood, frozen in his tracks until Ciel looked up.
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir," Sebastian said, willing his legs to move.
Luckily, this time they took him out of the room. He didn't see Ciel again until he was getting him ready for bed that night. It was then he saw it, a long scar across Ciel's forearm. Sebastian had always thought that he had gotten that scar from his captors, but his discovery in the basement shed a whole new light on them. He tried not to show any reaction to it while he tucked Ciel into bed. As he left the rrom, Sebastian couldn't help himself.
"Master, are you alright?"
Ciel could tell there was a heavy weight behind Sebastian's words; that the demon wished for the truth.
"I am fine Sebastian."
A/N: So is Ciel lying or tell the truth? Is he truly alright? Please review!