Thunder

Ciel started blankly out at the pouring rain being pushed sideways by the heavy wind, making some of it crack against the window of the rocking carriage. His mind was still stuck on the meeting with some other nobles he had just previously been to. Those pretentious assholes.

Sebastian watched his master silently from the other side of the carriage. He could tell by the way Ciel was sitting that he was obviously extremely pissed. His brow was furrowed and he was sitting still as a statue.

"Sir, it's really not that big of a deal." Said Sebastian, trying to be reasonable. Ciel turned his head. Sebastian actually shuddered. If looks could kill…

"Yes it is." Replied Ciel, his voice low and dangerous.

Sebastian sighed. He was exhausted and he really didn't want to deal with his master acting so childish at the moment. "I think you're just making it a big deal, my Lord."

"No I'm not!" shouted Ciel, slamming his balled up fist into the purple fabric covered cushioned seat of the coach. "He was just being an oaf."

Sebastian smirked. "Because he asked you if you understood what he said?"

"Yes! That's why!" shot back Ciel.

"Sir, it was an honest question. Personally, I thought that Italian accent of his was so thick that I could barely understand him myself."

"Whatever, it was still deme-" Ciel began, but his voice rose about six octaves when a sudden flash of lighting it up the sky outside the carriage windows. Sebastian chuckled. He didn't know his masters' voice could rise any higher.

"What was that, my Lord? I couldn't quite understand you."

Ciel gave Sebastian and evil glare. "Don't mock me. I know you-" his sentence was cut off by a rolling growl of thunder. Sebastian watched as Ciel slid away from the window a few inches, curling his knees too his chest, away from the window. Sebastian smile widened.

"Sir, you're not afraid of a little natural electricity are you?"

Ciel tried to look as defiant as he could as another roll of thunder roared in the sky. "N-No. I'm not." His voice was shaking. Sebastian shook his head, sighing. Such a child…

"Sir, if you're afraid-"

"I'm not!" shouted Ciel. He resumed his violent, defiant stare… until the lightning and thunder screeched once again. The small boy whimpered as he brought his head to his knees, hiding his face.

Truthfully, he hated thunder and lighting, especially thunder's voice. It sounded like a burning building crumbling down to meet the ground it had been standing on for so long in a pile of worthless ash and rubble. Pillars falling, walls crumbling. Along with all of the memories and lived it once held. He could hear as the fire consumed it completely, licking at the wood, turning a once beautiful home into a mound of ash and destroyed lives.

Sebastian watched his master with sad eyes as he sat, huddled in on himself, trembling as another crash of thunder echoes in the open night. Such a child…

All worries of the obnoxious man had been forgotten, now being replaced by the persistent feeling of anxiety from the terrifying sounds coming from the heavens. Ciel squeaked and, keeping his head on his knees, brought his hands up to cover is ears, hoping to muffle some of the sounds… the sky erased all hope within seconds.

Sebastian frowned. His master would never behave like this way when he was with other people. Did he forget he was ever here? Sebastian blinked a few times and shifted, noticing a strange feeling rising in his chest. What was this thing, blossoming inside of him, burning? Sympathy? No. Demons were not sympathetic. It just completely went against their nature. And yet…

Ciel nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a gentle touch on his knee. His eyes shot up, but he froze, staring into Sebastian's worry filled eyes, his entire face a mask of concern. No one had looked at him like that in so long…

"Master?" said Sebastian, the worry clearly showing through in his voice as well as his face. Ciel stared at him for a moment, surprised, before looking back down at his toes.

"I'm fine, Sebas-" but his sentence was cut short by a flash of blue light shooting across the sky. Ciel gasped loudly as if he had just been punched in the gut and, in less than a second, leapt off his seat and scrambled onto Sebastian's lap, whimpering.

Sebastian was slightly shock, but allowed the feeling in his chest control and he felt himself wrapping his arms tightly around the boy. A single gloved hand running through the poor boy's hair. Ciel had Sebastian's shirt clutched tightly in a death grip.

"Now sir, not so tight," said Sebastian, "You might wrinkle my good shirt."

But Ciel ignored him, his hands clenching tighter as the thunder's scream rose once again from the dark sky. Ciel whimpered, burying his head in Sebastian's chest.

"My Lord," said Sebastian, "You're shaking." He said it more to himself than to the little boy. Little boy. That's what he was right now. Not his Master, his Lord, the Head of the estate, none of that. Right now, he was just a scared little boy, in need of protection. And that was what Sebastian was there for. Such a child…

"I know." Replied Ciel, not wanting to speak anymore. They sat like this for a moment, before Sebastian, now becoming worried by Ciel's trembling, tried to carefully pry him from his body for just a moment. The young boy refused. He whimpered and clutched harder.

"Just for a moment, my lord." He said, convincing his master to comply. Ciel leaned away for just a moment. Sebastian frowned even deeper when he saw the Ciel even had his eyes closed.

Ciel squeezed his eyes shut even harder as his eye lids lit up with the color of the lightning. Suddenly he felt something warm engulf his body, wrapping around his shoulders. A coat? He felt strong arms pulling him back in. Ciel allowed Sebastian to pull him closer once again, latching back onto the demons shirt.

Sebastian adjusted the coat slightly so it covered the boy's entire upper half before completely wrapping his arms around him once more. Ciel buried his head under Sebastian's' chin, comforted by the warmth he was giving off. The jacket was nice as well, keeping in the warmth…making him feel safer than he had in a while. But just as he was beginning to relax, the sky decided to shout at him for what seemed like the thousandth time.

Sebastian felt Ciel tense against him. "It's alright my lord." He said, stroking the boy's head. Sebastian allowed a smile to grace his lips as he felt Ciel nod against him. Sebastian continued running his hand through the boys' hair until, eventually, he felt Ciel's body relax against him, comforted by a nice relaxation called sleep. Sebastian chuckled. Such a child…

Okay! Hope you liked it! I though of it in History today and was like, "hey! I could make a bunch of these little things!" …so that is what I'm doing. more on the way !