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SECRETS
"Young master, it's about time you came down to eat lunch."
Sebastian couldn't see him like this. Ciel had to hide somewhere, but where?
"Yes, Sebastian?"
He knows! Just look at his face; he knows what I've been doing. He has to have figured it out. This has been going on for five years.
"Bocchan? Back in bed at this hour? Is there something wrong? Are you sick?"
"No! Don't come over here!" Sebastian stepped back. Ciel has clearly hurt him. Worry was etched into his pale features.
Shit! It's seeping through the sheets! Damn these thin white linens.
"Y-young master? Wh- Are you bleeding?"
Damn.
"No. I-I'm fine. I must have, uh, spilled something on my bed earlier. Please leave me."
"Yes, my lord."
Ciel let out a heavy sigh. He pulled the now blood-drowned sheets back to reveal his red wrist.
Why me?
Ciel stared at the knife he'd been holding.
She left because she didn't want me. She never loved me. All because I'm...Gay!
"Dammit!" Ciel grabbed a white handkerchief off the night stand and held it to his wrist. 'What am I going to do now? Sebastian knows. I guess I should explain...
"Sebastian!" he bellowed as loud as his small diaphragm would let
him.
"My lord? Is there something wrong? You sound troubled."
"Yes, there is something wrong," he removed the cloth covering the slits on his small wrist. Sebastian just stood there and gaped at him. "Well?"
"B-Bocchan! What have you done?" he said, moving toward him.
"What does it look like?" Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Sebastian took Ciels hands into his own. "Sebastian, help me. Please. Please, I need you,"
he pulled Sebastian into a tight hug. "Don't ever leave me."
Sebastian soon broke the silence.
"Why, Ciel? I knew you were unhappy, but I never thought you would-"
"I'm unloved! My parents died. Lizzie left me for Trancy! You-!" he stopped and blushed.
"I, what?" Sebastian's eyes began to glow crimson.
"...You don't love me." Ciel flushed scarlet as Sebastian looked at him.
"Ciel, why on earth would I-"
"-love me? I don't know. I'm an idiot for thinking you ever could. I'm a fool who's sold his soul to a demon and has now fallen for said demon."
"'love' did you say?" Sebastian seemed amused at the thought. Ciel loved him.
Oh, this'll be fun. No. I can not toy with the master. He's too fragile right now.
"Young master, I was going to say-before I was rudely interrupted-why on earth
would I not love you?" Ceil pulled back and looked up at his raven-haired demon.
"You mean, you-"
"Love you? Yes, very much. You're mine, remember, Ciel?"
"I love you, Sebastian." Ciel murmured into his chest.
"And I love you, Ciel."
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