C R A D L E. And. T R U T H
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"Sebastian."
"Young master."
It's a game of Chess once again. Butler and master stare at each other, secretly playing a game within one another's eyes. Ciel's fondness for games had suddenly become dangerously obsessive over the last few months.
"Let's play a game."
Ciel says, leaning back into his armchair and intertwining his fingers together.
"Of course, young master. What do you wish to play?"
"…A relaxing game called C R A D L E. Or. T R U T H."
Sebastian slyly grins his trademark Cheshire Cat grin, "The rules, young master? If you please."
"There aren't really rules. It's just a simple word game I made up."
Ciel brings his sapphire ring to his lips, staring intently at the Diamond of Hope laying between fine designed white silver metal. How many times has Ciel looked at that blasphemy of a ring? Sebastian watched, earnestly.
Although that ring was a terrible reminder of what Ciel had lost, it was still a reminder of what he knew had to be done. Not for the sake of his parents, but for the sake of himself.
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"Sebastian, truth."
Ciel called and Sebastian averted his attention as the young boy rolled his tongue with syllables.
"Truth, then," Sebastian repeated.
"Do you miss Hell at all?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Hell loves no interests."
"I don't follow you."
"Hell didn't ever have anything interesting. It was dark and blank. The only amount of noises you heard were the silent screams below your feet."
Ciel arched an eyebrow, "That's not enough for you?"
"Young master, I am a demon and a demon requires more than a few screams to irk his curiosities."
Ciel was silent then, a sly smile creeping across his face.
"Sebastian, truth."
"Truth, young master."
The butler repeated and the child thought.
"What is your real name?"
"Off limits."
"How come?"
"Young master, you may ask me anything besides that."
Ciel sighed and Ciel tapped at his chin.
"Sebastian, cradle."
"Cradle, young master."
"Cradle me to death."
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"Just make sure the blankets are cleaned when you're done."
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"Yes…my lord."
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That night, Sebastian had a feast worth moaning over.
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A/N: Yo :D Thank you for reading C R A D L E .And. T R U T H. I very much appreciate the time you took to read this.
C R A D L E .And. T R U T H was seriously something I had made up. C R A D L E meaning, 'hug me, bite me, squeeze me until I pass out." And T R U T H meaning, "I ask you a question and you tell me the real answer. It was just a little midnight snack I wanted to write and also I think the tea I was drinking made my mind all…fucked up, but yeah ^.^ Thank you for reading this story again.