I am sorry for creating another story! But I had written this one up and I am love with this Sebastian so I had to publish this story! Anyways, read and review! I wanted Ace to get 70 reviews to update...but I don't think that's going to happen. Still, enjoy this story and leave opinions!
I am a six foot one hot as the sun bastard. Or that's what most people think of me. Of course, the are some that are dazzled by my charm so much so that they disregard my obtuse personality. I know how I am, which is confident and intelligent. I am unique with my teal eyes and hair, almost translucent skin, and top physique. Not to mention my killer baby face. So knowing all this, I can't understand why that blockhead of a man beat me in ranking. What was so good about him? I guess his Burgundy shade of eyes were hypnotizing, and his height of six foot five was impressive and comforting in a sense and yeah, his body was more toned than mine and his... Okay, maybe I do know why he was picked over me. If you add in his strong yet compassionate personality, it would be an easy decision as to why he is number one.
I meet this enigma of a man in high school. We were in the same graduating class. How it was back then is how it is now: with him being better than me. In high school, if I was vice president, then he was president. He was Valedictorian while I was Salutatorian. He got the prom queen and I got the runner up.
Back then though, certain things were different. Like the fact that he used to be like me, an ass. But when we went our separate ways to college and coincidentally meet each other at a meeting in the Big Apple, he changed. I changed too but it wasn't as dramatic as his. It makes me wonder what happened in the time that we weren't together. Why he was so nice when he used to be just as conceited as I.
Anyways, till this day, we competed over everything. Our companies were enemies too. I was in charge of the Phantom Company while he led the Akuma Company. Both business were known for their toy production. My toys were the best, but I think I am the best so maybe my opinion is not the most unbiased out there. Statistics would show that he was better, but I know that I am right. Always am.
Today, I have a meeting with him. Our developing team thinks that Phantom and Akuma should join to create one toy in celebration of dominating the toy market. I said no, and I am sure he did too, but they have been pushing me to do it so I have no choice. There are many reasons for my reluctance. First, I bet he is going to rub it in my face that he beat me once again. Second, he will just tease me like he constantly does. Sometimes it feels like I am the only one that knows his bad side, which makes me look like a baby when I try to tell other people about his real traits. Lastly, he makes me feel inferior. I know it is hard to believe, but it's true. That man knows how to push all my buttons. It's irritating! What's even more vexatious is that though I know him for so many years, I can't get under his skin like he can with me. What's up with that? It's not fair. That's why every time we encounter one another, I spend most of my time trying to find a weakness. Something that I can use against him. People might think it's an obsession but...yeah, it's an obsession.
Sebastian's Point-of-View
There are a lot of things that scare me. An infinite amount, but the thing that frightens me the most is darkness. When I am consciously aware of the dark that surrounds me, that is when I panic. I didn't always have this problem. My life changed the summer after graduation. There was an accident. A car collision that left me damaged. I was supposed to go to Stanford. I always wanted to go, and it didn't hurt that my friendenemy was going to follow me. However, instead of moving my things into the dorms, I was in the hospital being kept alive by tubes that carried oxygen or medicine.
It took me years to recover to a functioning person. No one except my family and close friends knows about the injuries I had obtained nor do I plan on telling anyone. There is a constant fear that someone will find out my impairment, but so far, people remain oblivious. It took a lot of effort to keep it hidden, but I do have help. When I did finally attend college, my baby sister joined me and took all the classes that I did. When I entered my father's business, he was there to help me, and he hired my friends to stay close to my side. I was almost normal. Almost. In some instances, it became increasingly difficult to fool everyone, but I was always a charmer. Also, most people didn't want to find fault in a kind, polite man, but there are a few that will go to great lengths to uncover the skeletons in the closet. Which brings to my old classmate, Ciel. I dread each time we meet. It's not that I dislike him. In fact, I like him quite a bit. Too much, at some points. It's just that he is intuitive. He watches me like a hawk, and I know that he is getting closer to my secret. No matter how hard I try to deceive him, he never falls for my pretense. He knows me too well.
Today is the big meeting where we integrate our companies for a project. My men told me that Ciel declined, but though I am apprehensive about my situation, I convinced his subordinates that this was a good idea for our future, which in turn, made Ciel unable to refuse. Yes, I had to keep my guard up, but it was oodles of fun to get him riled. It was my favorite pass time. I even made a personal game. I would tally up how many times he would start yelling or how many times he calls me a foul name. At the end of the week, I added the numbers and if I reached over one hundred, I got a reward.
I didn't piss off Ciel just for the sole purpose of entertainment; I did it too make him distracted. When he is angry, he becomes less observant. He doesn't notice the flaws I have or the mistakes I make. I am most relaxed when he is not. Sometimes I feel bad for the comments I say, but I remind myself that it's for the best. He can't realize what's wrong with me. No one can or I would become a nuisance to more people. The darkness that I fear when I close my eyes will spread to even when I am awake. Sight is what I rely on, but if people found out the truth, I might as well be blind like I am deaf.