I'm back, this time with a Black Butler story! I know I need to update the BH6 holiday fic as I promised you guys a fluffy chapter but I really can't think of anything good enough. I've thought of plenty of ideas for other stories I could write, but not for this one, ahhh! But don't worry, I'll get to it eventually.
School started about four weeks ago and it's already stressing me out, my mum accidently poured my hot chocolate down the sink the other day and I had a complete breakdown...yep I'm definitely too stressed. On the bright side, I came top in a chemistry test, yay!
Enough of my rambling. I'll just say that this story is the most cliché thing imaginable, Ciel is ill, he acts all cute, lots of Sebastian comforting him and all that, I'm complete Black Butler trash and have spent many hours taking screenshots and sobbing over episodes, this will be probably be two or three chapters and it's a few months after he first made the contract so Ciel is about nine (just imagine him as that little kid with the high voice in the flashbacks, there you go) sorry for the long author's note...yay
I don't own Black Butler or any of these characters and I don't make money off this
"It's time to get up, young master."
Ciel groaned and rubbed his eyes, opening them slowly. He had a headache and felt a bit sick, but he didn't say anything. He sat up, and immediately grabbed a tissue and coughed into it violently.
"Young master, are you all right?" asked Sebastian, worry appearing on his face. He bent down to be level with Ciel, wanting to pat his back or something but knowing that his master wouldn't appreciate that.
"I'm fine," mumbled Ciel. "Get me dressed, Sebastian."
Still worried, Sebastian lifted Ciel and placed him on his feet. He removed the boy's sleep shirt and put him into his day clothes. As Ciel sat on the bed, Sebastian put his shoes and socks on. Ciel coughed again, and Sebastian reached out his hand but Ciel smacked it away.
Sebastian raised his eyebrows in mild amusement at the child, who got up and marched to the door.
"What's my schedule for today?" asked Ciel as the pair walked to the dining room.
"In the morning you have an hour of history followed by an hour of French. After lunch you have an hour for paperwork, then you have fencing."
Ciel groaned. His head was aching too much for him to concentrate on lessons, and he was feeling too ill to do something active like fencing.
He managed to get through the day until fencing. The teacher put him through a vigorous lesson and since Ciel was already feeling awful, he did badly and the teacher got annoyed with him. As he was lecturing Ciel, Ciel couldn't take it anymore; he was shaking and he just wanted to sit down.
He felt his eyes welling up, but it wasn't until his nose felt prickly and his lower lip began to tremble that he let the tears fall. The teacher noticed, and spoke to him kindly.
"I'm sorry Ciel, I wasn't telling you off, I just-"
Ciel sank onto the floor and put his hands over his ears, every noise hurt his head even more. He flinched away when the teacher tried to put his hand on his shoulder.
"Sebastian," he whimpered.
A few minutes passed and the teacher must have fetched Sebastian, because Ciel felt the butler's strong arms lift him up. He grabbed Sebastian's waistcoat and clutched it tightly as he burst out sobbing.
"Shh, it's all right…" Sebastian put an arm round Ciel and held him tightly.
"I'll take him upstairs. You are dismissed for today," Ciel heard Sebastian say, then the butler began walking upstairs to Ciel's room.
Ciel buried his face in Sebastian's chest, feeling safe and comforted now. Although Sebastian was a demon, Ciel always felt safe around him and when he was scared, it was always Sebastian he went to, although most of the time Sebastian wasn't even aware of this.
"Here we are, young master," said Sebastian, removing Ciel's face from his coat so he could look at him. "My, you look terrible. Have you been feeling ill since this morning?"
Ciel nodded miserably and Sebastian tutted as he changed the child into sleeping attire and placed him in bed. As he pulled the covers up to Ciel's chest, he felt the boy's forehead.
"You have a slight fever," said Sebastian worriedly.
Ciel began to cough again, his hand over his mouth. Tears fell down his face as cough after cough shook his body.
Sebastian patted his back reassuringly and held a cup of water to his lips. Ciel drank it thirstily and fell back against the pillows with a sigh.
"My head hurts," he whimpered.
Sebastian kneeled beside the bed and gently moved Ciel so he was lying down, then tucked him in. He stroked the child's forehead gently in an attempt to soothe the ache.
"I don't like it," sniffled Ciel.
"It's all right," said Sebastian gently. "Close your eyes, little one. You need to rest."
Ciel obediently closed them, and was soon asleep. Sebastian stood up and sighed. Ciel may be too ill to make a fuss now, but tomorrow he would certainly be feeling grumpy and would probably throw a tantrum or two.