"Ciel! Ciel, Grell didn't mean what he said, you know how he is. He's a harmless idiot... more or less."
Sebastian was searching the house for his son who darted away from the dinner table because Grell said something about Claude, and he found it slightly offensive. Sebastian let out a huff, he wasn't in the mood for it, and he told Grell that he shouldn't talk about Claude in front of Ciel because they know how he gets at the mention of his possibly dead father. No, Sebastian knew. Claude wasn't that easy to kill, even if it was Sebastian he lost to. He eventually found Ciel in his room, oddly enough. He was buried underneath the covers, letting another sigh escape Sebastian's lips. He snuck over to the right side of the bed and took a seat on it.
"Ciel, come out from under the covers."
"Why should I?" The muffled voice responded. "I'll come out and attack you just like my father did apparently. What did Grell say? Oh yeah, 'Bassy you should take care that Ciel doesn't end up like Claude. He might hurt you again!'" He tried to imitate Grell's voice as well. This earned a chuckle from the boy's father.
"That Grell imitation was spot on."
He pulled the cover's off of Ciel's head and stared at the blue-haired boy, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, Sebastian started talking again.
"Ciel, you should know something about your father. He was an awful, terrible person, yes. But he did, despite himself, care about me. About us."
He started stroking the boy's hair and moving his bangs out of his face. This caught Ciel's attention.
"What do you mean? He taunted you, raised me to hate you and make every aspect of your life miserable, I fail to see the 'kindness' in that."
Sebastian looked away for a split second, recounting all of the events that happened months ago. Ciel was right, all evidence points to the contrary, but Sebastian knew Claude better than anybody else in the house. Even his own son. He knew how cold and sadistic Claude could really be, and everything that he did to them was a lot kinder than what he would have normally done. At least, that's what Sebastian thinks.
"When I found out that I was pregnant with you, Claude was...less than thrilled...he wanted me to get rid of you, but I said no, clearly. He was furious with me, I thought he was going to kill me on the spot. He left me and I didn't see him again until the day you were born. I assure you, the nature of his visit wasn't good either."
"So where is the caring part coming?"
"What I'm trying to say is that your father loved me once...however brief that was."
"So you're telling me that because I came along, he hated you."
Sebastian smiled.
"No, Ciel, hush. I don't know what happened, but I know that it was before you came. He became so cold and detached towards me...every waking moment he spent was...when he wasn't...using me...he did everything in his power to make me miserable. Taking you away..."
Sebastian stroked the boy's cheek.
"But I have you back now, and I think that your behavior has increased since then."
They both stopped talking, and Ciel threw the covers off of him to sit up with Sebastian.
"Feeling better?"
Ciel shrugged.
"I'm not as angry as before, but Grell has to pay for what he said."
Sebastian laughed and said, "I got a bottle of hot sauce. I think he hates that on his food."
Ciel smiled evilly.
A/N- Hey guys! I'm sorry for neglecting this account for so long, I've just fallen out of the black butler fandom for a while and gotten into Sherlock. I have an A03 account for Johnlock fics, so yeah. I hope you like this! I'm also sorry this is so short, consider this a drabble or something!