WARNING: SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 130 AND UPWARDS
I began writing this right after chapter 130 was released and stopped soon after.
But as the scene did not seem to change as of chapter 135 I decided to put it online even thought it is now already 5 month overdue.
The characters are still standing in that entrance hall anyways. So this is my turn on how this could continue.
I know OurCiel is referred too as young master in the dub, but decided to use Bocchan, because I found it to have a deeper meaning than just young master.
Please share and review. I would be delighted!

That butler, defeated

"I- I- I am- I-"
Unable to finish his sentence due to his horribly shaking body, the boy suddenly started gasping for air.
"Young master!", the servants shouted worried.
As always, his butler rushed to his aid immediately. "Bocchan, please calm down", he said, opening the buttons of his masters still wet coat and removing it as well as the hat, before handing it to the maid. He then opened his own coat to place it around the shivering boys shoulders to keep him warm. Although both of them were in the cold rain for the same timespan, the fabric of his coat was already dry and warm.
"This will help a little bit", Sebastian said. "But we need to get you out of this wet clothes as soon as possible." With this words, he lifted him up effortless.

From above the stairs a mischievous laugh could be heard. "How cute, little brother. Just like mother and father did when you were sick again." He walked a few stairs down while talking. "Is this why you let him look so much like father? Is it because you miss them?"
The younger twin in his butlers arms looked terrified again. Not because his brother had offended him, but because of the knowledge he seemed to have. Could it be possible that... he thought.
"There is no need for this anymore. As I said, I intend to never leave your side again, my dear brother. But in order to do so, I need to remove the things standing in our way. And I shall began with the one thing which is demanding for your life." With this words, his face darkened.

Sensing what might come now, the demon let his master down to stand on the floor by himself. The boy next to him shook his head in disbelief.

A few seconds later, two figures came to stand next to Ciel's left and right. The one on his left side was no other than Blavat Sky, the other one hid his face under a giant hood.
"Blavat, Lord Polaris, kill that butler", the rightful heir of Phantomhive ordered.
"Yes, my lord", both of them said, as if there was just one tongue speaking, seconds later they started to attack.
Quick-thinking, Sebastian took his little master by his shoulders and pressed him fast but as gently as possible into Mey-Rins arms. "Take care of him, please", he asked, just before he jumped out of his attackers range. The housemaid dropped both, coat and hat, and wrapped her arms around her masters small form, who was screaming the name of his butler. "Don't worry, Bocchan, he will be alright", she said.
The boys eye fiercly tried to follow the three people fighting in his entrance hall, but all of them seemed unnaturaly fast, altought his butler was even faster. He avoided all of there attacks easily while attacking with his knives in return.
"Silverware?", Ciel asked disbelieving. "Is this a bad joke?"
"You know that our silverware is of supreme quality and extremly sharp, brother. And you should not mock him because of his fighting habits, while trying to kill him with some strange hooded guy and a wannabe fortune teller", said the younger boy. It was the first time he answered his brother and also the first time he stood strong against him. He couldn't see it, but it made his butler smile a little. The boy he served for the last three years was still in there. Yes, sometimes he liked to see his prey suffer, but he liked it even more, when he was still following his path of revenge.

"I assure you, I am not underestemating him, it's just so that it took a while for my final weapon to arrive", the older one answered.
"What?", his sibling shouted.

Before he could ask further questions a bright green light filled the room, blinding everyone in it.
It took a few moments for him to get his eyesight back.
But once he did, what he saw made him struggling for air again: His demon-butler lying on the floor, a giant death scythe piercing trough his back, crimson blood pouring out of his nose, mouth and underneath his highly damaged body.
"SEBASTIAN!", the servants screamed.
"Undertaker", the boy whispered, knowning that the Ex-Shinigami could hear him very well.
"Nice to see you again, Lord Phantomhive", the reaper answered, turning around and dragging his death scythe out of the butlers back in one swift motion.
The pain caused by its sharp blade made the demon scream.

"No, no, no", the boy shook his head again and again. "It will not end here, Sebastian!"
Then he did what he never did before: he ripped the eyepatch off of his face in the presence of his servants. He did not care anymore. "Stand up and fight, this is an order!", he shouted and his left eye started to glow brightly.

Willing to fullfill his masters wish, the butler tried to stand up, reavealing his tailcoat trenched in blood and a pool of the red liquid to his feet. Just when he tried to make a step forward, his legs yielded and he broke down again.
"Stand up! This is an order! Don't you listen to me, Sebastian?!"
His master was still angrily screaming at him, for the boy knew that, if he should give up, the reaper would give him the final blow.
"Bocchan", the maid tried to calm her master. "Please, let him be." Her voice nearly broke while she spoke, tears already streaming down her face. "He is to injured."
But the demon still tried to get up, only to realize that he already lost. He finally collapsed to the floor for good. His body went limp and his eyes were merely open.

Undertaker turned around to look down at the unconscious demon.
"Now butler, tell me, was giving your life for this little game of yours truly worth it?"
The demon, unable to answer, lied bleeding to the reapers boots.
"I don't think so", Undertaker answered himself. With this words, he prepared his final blow.

Taking advantage of his maids weak state, the boy freed himself out of her arms and tossed his own body between the demon and the reaper. Undertaker stopped his attack only inches before hiting him.
"Bocchan!", his servants screamed.
But the boy ignored them. The only thing that mattered to him now, was the bleeding butler behind and the reaper infront of him.

"My Lord?", Undertaker asked staring at the boy with glowing green eyes.
"Please", the child begged panting. "Please, don't. Undertaker, if my life is of any value to you, please, let him live. I beg you! From the bottom of my heart, please!"
"Bocchan...", whispered a weak, but oh so familiar voice behind him.

The boy was relieved to hear, that his demon was still alive, but still focussed on the Shinigami before him.
"Without him, I'd be long dead. I owe him so much. This mansion, my friends, the last three years. He made someone out of me, I never thought I could be. All my life, I thought of myself as weak and sick. Nothing but a spare, compared to my brother. Thanks to Sebastian, I could start a new life. One of my own. So please!"

The room went silent.
Undertaker seemd to think about it for a few seconds.
It felt like an eternity for the child.
Finally he nodded. "Fine, I'll spare his life."
"Promise?", the boy asked suspicous.
"Promise. Now please stand back", the reaper answered, reaching for the boys small shoulder with his claw-like fingers and turning around to talk to the servants.
"You, little strong one", he said adressing Finny. "Take care of him."
With this words he tossed the boy into the gardeners arm, knowing that he'd more capable of holding him than the maid was.
"What is the meaning of this?!", the boy complained. "Are you going to break your promise, Undertaker?!"
"No, my Lord, I promised to spare his life. But I can't let him have yours. Not now, nor in the future."
While one of his hands gripped his death scythe firmly, the other reached down to his mourning lockets. "This is a promise I gave long ago", the reaper whispered softly to himself.
His eyes then met the ones of the true earl. It seemed like an unspoken agreement.
Thought Ciel did not say anything to his servant, yet Blavat approached slowly.

"You know", Undertaker talked for the final time to the injured demon on the floor. "I always appreciated you as a butler, for you really lived your role till the very end. Even now, on the edge of death, you use your remaining power to keep your noble butler form, instead of trying to safe yourself, by revealing your true nature. But I fear, you will be unable to hold yourself together for very long."
Then he turned around and walked away.
"What is the meaning of all this?", the boy in the gardeners grip asked again.
"Setting things right again, my Lord", Undertaker answered. "Please hold him firm", he asked Finian, before speaking to the younger twin again. "This will hurt a little."

"What?", he spat out, trying to get out of his servants strong arms. "Finian, let me go!", he demaned.
The gardener had a hard time chosing between his masters comand and his masters safety. "I am so sorry, Bocchan, but this is for your best", he spat out with tears rolling down his face.

Meanwhile Blavat came to stand next to Sebastian. "Now, let me show you, little Phantomhive, what this so-called 'wannabe fortune teller' is capable of", he said trough nearly closed teeth just before he sat down onto the demons back, causing him even more pain. He then removed the blood-trenched glove on the butlers left hand, reavealing the symbol of the faustian contract.
"What- what are you doing?", the child screamed fearing what may now come.
"Just saving your life, little brother", explained Ciel.
"But I don't want you to save my life! I chose this myself!"
"You were in shock when you signed this contract, my beloved brother. You had a month of torture and agony behind you and just witnessed your twin dying and getting his soul eaten by a demon. You thought this to be your only chance of surviving in this very moment, and you were probably right that night. But things have changed now. So did your future. Believe me, one day, you will thank me for doing this."
"Thank you?", he asked doubtingly.
Before he could say another word, he heard Sebastian's screams.
Blavat's hand was hovering inches over the demons hand while he was murmuring something.
The faustian contract sign began to glow, as did the boys eye. Just when he opened his mouth to order them to stop, a giant wave of pain inside his eye forced him to bitterly scream alongside his butler. It felt like hours and hours of pure pain, of fire burning inside his head, before his small, fragile body finally gave up. His eyes went dark, his body limp and he fell into nothing but deep darkness...

To be continued...

Next: That butler, demotivated

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