Ceil slept silently in his large bed, gently breathing in time with the wind brushing the hair from his face as it invaded the room from the large open widow. He curled his fist and unconsciously brought it up to his heart, turning his head and sighing peacefully.

It was a cold night, and frost covered the grounds of the young Earl's property, but he didn't notice, happily tucked under the warm covers that enveloped his bed.

He was in a deep sleep, rare for him, as he suffered from nightmares that brought back visions of his dark, terrifying past that would make most grown men comatose, but Ceil was stronger then most grown men, despite being only 13. He was surrounded by darkness, but his soul remained untouched and pure.

But despite his grown up demeanor, he was still a 13 year old boy, and when the nightmares struck, you could find him curled up next to his butler, clutching him for dear life and crying into his chest. Neither would speak of it the next day, but they each remembered, and they each secretly cherished the time spent together.

Those night's in his room with Sebastian by his side were the night's Ceil felt safest, and he highly doubted anything could change that. Well, highly isn't completely.

From the unlocked and open window came a tall shadow, gently making its way into the room. The person made no sound as they crept up to the sleeping Earl's bed and brought a small gun to his head. He gently cocked it, and brought his finger to the trigger, slowly adding pressure…

BAM.

Ceils eyes shot open and quickly pushed himself up, looking for the source of the noise. He turned his head to the side and his eyes widened as he saw Sebastian straddling a strange man and choking him. The man's face was going red, bright red.

Sebastian's face was also red, but his was red with fury. His white gloves slowly turned crimson with the other man's blood as his nails dug into his throat. Sebastian heard a whimper and looked up to meet Ceils wide eyes. Sebastian took in his scared face and his arms clutched around his side and became even angrier. How dare this man frighten his Ceil. How dare he waltz in here and try to kill him. How dare he!

With this added rage, he gave one last squeeze and smiled in approval as the assassins head popped off his shoulders and hit the wall with a thud. He saw Ceil flinch and felt vaguely sorry. Sebastian took a deep breath to calm his nerves and slowly removed his stained and ruined gloves. He got up off his knees and sat down beside his Young Master. He frowned with worry as he took in Ceils trembling body and his wide eyes still fixed on the dead mans head.

Sebastian scooped his up in his arms and gathered him against his chest, turning his head away from the dead body. He rubbed Ceils back and played with his hair, attempting to calm him.

"Shh, Young Master. It's alright now." He whispered in his ear.

Ceil nodded, burying his head into Sebastian's side, where he stayed till morning.