***WARNING:
DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA OR WATCHED THE SHOW "BLACK BUTLER"! Written in second person as Ciel.
Addicted To You
Ciel and Sebastian
Chapter One
You wake up with your heart beating fast. The sun is barely out, peeking through the blinds as you sit up. A soft knock was addressed to your wooden doors. You sigh.
"Master?" your heart starts going a bit faster. Again. "Master?" was a little louder.
Slowly, the hand of your butler opens the door. He brings you the morning tea to help you wake up. You reach for your eye patch and put it on.
"Here master, your morning tea," he tells you. His red eyes are so calm and mysterious. You reach out and get your cup of tea. Each of your fingertips touch, you breathe slow to help your racing heart. How could he stay so calm while you drink your tea?
"Ouch!" you yelp.
"I'm sorry sir, I forgot to warn you that it's hot. My apologizes." he bows his head in shame.
He was so kind and forgetful, most would blow off the warnings. You think about this more. "It's alright," you say. You blow your tea, closing your eyes, disappointed from looking away. Such a tall and warm body with soft silky hair. You take a slow yet quick sip of your tea. It helps your raspy voice. You open your eye that isn't covered by your eye patch. He's watching you.
Instinctively, you look down then sigh. "Sebastian, I would like to get dressed," you say.
"Of course master, would you like me to stay?" he asks.
You pause then nod. "You may."
Sebastian stays calm and lays out your clothes without another word. You didn't order him. Oh well. You unbutton the first one on your pajamas.
"Here sir, let me." He intruded on your work. You feels your cheeks get a little red from each button unsnapping. You're now older now with your 16th birthday tomorrow.
"I'm not a child," you mutter.
"You are still my master. Either way I'm going to serve you the best I can. Whether you like it or not," he replies. He smiled as he starts putting on clean pants and a shirt. You groan with annoyance.
"A sixteen year old should be dressing themselves, not being dressed by their loved ones..." the words slip out uncontrollably from your tongue. You snap your mouth shut tightly, clenching your jaw. How could you say that?
Your butler looks up at you with those deep red eyes. His face was emotionless. Why was he staring at you like that? 'Say something.' You beg inside. 'Do something!' Your fists automatically wrapping into a ball.
"Are you saying that you consider me as a friend, master?" he finally speaks.
"No."
"No?"
"You're more than that."
"Then what am I to you?" he then adds, "master.."
You whisper. "Family."
"What?"
Louder. "Family!" you stand up, staring into his shocked eyes. "You're my family! And...and..." you pause.
He waits, socked by your statements.
You decide to continue, "And I love you!"
Sebastian stood up from kneeling. When he stood, you were at his chest with eye level. "You care for me, master?" he said quietly.
You nod. "And you care for me?"
"Of course."
"You're forced to, that's why. If I broke the deal, you would run off," you exclaim.
"That's where you are wrong."
You feel your eyes shaking in a little overwhelming of tears. He meant so much to you. He saves your life over and over, you look away. You grunt as a small tear drops slowly. You feel his hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear. He was so close. His soft breath going on your nose.
"Shh master..."
"Don't call me that when we're alone," you say.
"Is that an order?"
"You could say that. Call me by my name."
He leaned in, his forehead against yours. "Deal. I'll go make your breakfast quickly." He pulled away and left the room. You follow a few moments later, not in a hurry.
You enter the dining hall calmly and see your meal set up for you. You sit down at the table and eat in silence. Each bite felt like Sebastian was watching you. Your ears screech in the piercing scream of your other servants.
"Oh stop!" the female maid exclaims.
"Why? I'll do whatever the bloody hell I want!" Chef. Crappy meals from him.
The third was the most quiet and of course the grandfather. He was deathly ill from age. The three were taking care of him like you had asked.
"Shall I got see what's going on?" a soft question coming from Sebastian.
You finish your last bite and thought for a moment. You shake your head.
"No it's quite alright," you answer. Sebastian takes your dishes from the table. His arm and yours brush softly against each other. Up your arm flies sparks of energy and excitement. Your eyes reach to his. He was looking at your crossed-linked arms, a small smile goes across his face. Both of you match eyes, his smile still there as you make eye contact.
"Sorry master." He unlinked his arm from yours. You take a long, deep breath in and out slowly. You wonder if he felt the same as you with those sparks. He turns and walks slowly away from you.
"Wait!" you call out. He's at the kitchen's doors. "I order you to stop Sebastian!" He obeys. "Did you feel it?" You feel he's smirking with devilish eyes. "I say, did you feel it?"
He turns to you to make eye to eye vision.
"Well?" you wait. It's killing you inside to know the answer.