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Sebastian stood outside the door with his heart racing from what he had just seen. The usually stoic butler trembled. A shaky gloved hand went to cover his face. He had to compose himself. This was his duty to the house he served. Over the past eight years, he had played many roles for Ciel Phantomhive. His butler, his teacher, his doctor, chaperone, bodyguard, cook, sometimes almost even guardian to the boy. Sebastian had been sent by the Phoenix organization to come to the rescue of the Phantomhives. He himself purchased Ciel out of captivity from the slave trade he had been sold into after his parents murder. Sebastian had agreed to help Ciel rebuild his life, to help him get his revenge, but for a price. Ciel had agreed on that day, Sebastian could set the price, even if it meant Ciel's own life. But this? Would Ciel accept what Sebastian had just seen as his price? Maybe a better question was, would the price accept Sebastian?
Sebastian was proud of his work in Ciel's life. Coming and finding the weak little boy simply because he was told to. Even though he had agreed to serve him to fulfill his mission from his higher ups, he and Ciel had grown close. He knew Ciel's likes and dislikes. He knew Ciel's favorites. He knew his master's ways. He knew his fears.
Sebastian was so much more than just a butler, but, he had grown to almost like the role. He enjoyed being a part of the Phantomhive household. Although he hated him at first, he now enjoyed being a part of Ciel's life. If only there was a way Sebastian's price could keep him a part of Ciel's life, in a way. The weak boy had grown into a fine young man. But, Sebastian was a man himself. The one flaw that stood out to him most about Ciel was the Earl's gender. That flaw kept them apart. Ultimately, Sebastian had resigned himself. He had settled on a price. Until…..
A week ago, Ciel and Sebastian were startled when the Earl's long last twin showed up, seemingly out of nowhere, after eight long years. His master's twin was everything his master always strived for, confident and bold, dignified and intelligent. Graceful. Elegant. Maybe it was something undertaker had fed the twin, or something he didn't, but the twin was quite shorter than Sebastian's master and his voice hadn't quite deepened the way his master's had. Even though they were now well into their eighteenth year of life. Some were late bloomers. That was true.
Ciel was distrustful at first, but eventually happy to see his brother. Sebastian was glad to see them united. His master deserved some joy after all the pain he went through. However, Sebastian felt jealous and hurt whenever he found the two of them whispering to each other so no one else would hear. What was his master hiding from him? They didn't have secrets from each other.
At first, Sebastian was leary of the twin, but served him just as he had the other Ciel. Over the last few days, Sebastian had grown rather fond of him. His master's twin was far more aloof and far less demanding. The twin was always pleasant, unlike Ciel, and he could hold a thoughtful, intelligent conversation. He was always ready to learn and eager to do what he needed. He had seemed excited to meet Sebastian, but kept his distance. It had not slipped Sebastian's eye that the twin was just as beautiful as Sebastian's master. Deep bluenette hair, sapphire eyes, refined features, creamy skin. He was just so petite he could wear Ciel's old clothes. If Sebastian looked at men the way he looked at women, he would have known his price before the twin came. As soon as Ciel came of age. But sadly, his master was male.
But today….this…..Sebastian had knocked on the twin's door to bring the morning tea and he was surprised when he was met with a groan of pain. "My lord?" He had called, worry and concern flashing over his face. He usually brought the cart in, opened the curtains and left. The twin required no other assistance. The twin had seemed fine before going to bed last night. Was he ill? Sebastian opened the door and his eyes widened at the white sheets smeared crimson with red blood, the twin rocking back and forth on his knees on the bed. Oh dear….Must be an injury from the fencing match yesterday, or some gastrointestinal problem. Hemorrhoids? Hemorrhage? A hundred thoughts flashed through Sebastian's mind as he raced over to the bed, instantly at the boy's side, gently putting a hand on his back. "My lord! Where does it hurt?!" He asked, scanning over the young man to see where the blood was coming from.
The arms were clear, the back and chest seemed alright. It had to be bottom or groin, Sebastian didn't see any cuts on the legs. "I'm fine." The twin replied weakly. "Sorry, I'll wash the sheets, please don't trouble yourself." The twin said as he tried to crawl off of the bed, but Sebastian had stopped him. He gently picked him up bridal style, like he used to with Ciel when he was younger and sat him on the bed, "Young master, something is terribly wrong, let me just have a look and I'll—-" "No, don't!" The twin cried, cutting him off, as Sebastian parted his legs to see where the blood was coming from.
Silence filled the room as Sebastian's eyes widened to see that the twin was not in fact Ciel's brother, but Ciel's sister. Ciel's sister. The butler's mind whirled. Ciel's beautiful, intelligent, gorgeous, elegant sister whose cheeks were flushed bright red now. Sebastian finally ripped his eyes away, realizing his rudeness, and went in to quickly run her a warm bath. Not a word passed between them. Neither knew what to say. He averted his eyes and helped her into the tub, before closing the door. And there he stood now, with his gloved hand over his face. He knew his price for Ciel. He wanted his sister. Instead of yes, my lord, it would be yes, my lady. But would she want him?