"I do not recall asking for this specific blend of tea, Sebastian."
"My apologies, my lord."
The words stung like acid every time he was forced to say them, even as his head bowed in wishing for forgiveness. My lord, my master, they all made his throat burn like fire... The words did not belong from Ciel's mouth, nor from any mouth in that matter. It had been centuries of being called nothing more than a servant, or in Ciel's 'special' case, a dog.
He was a demon. One of the finest in hell itself.
Yet now here he was, stooped to the last person he expected to be staring at, with dark blue eyes mirroring so closely to anothers... Ones that had scorned into his body without a hint of softness. As a demon, he was use to the looks, but that did not mean they were wanted. Especially not from the boy that sat in front of him, a small cup of tea against his lips for another moment more before he felt the hot water drench against his black hair. Damn him.
"...What would the earl like to drink instead?" Sebastian asked, his head still bowed, staring at droplets of tea that dropped down from the tips of his stunning black hair. They touched the carpet, something else he would have to clean at his command. But he could already figure out just why the young master was just so moody today... it was because it was a special day tomorrow. A day that Sebastian knew in his heart, no matter how many thorns dug and clung into him from such a day...
It would be Ciel's birthday, turning fifteen.
The boy was growing, though it had no effect on his attitude at all. He still acted the same as his father... Pompous, disrespectful, arrogant... Yet, there were still the softer sides. Ones that obviously were not in play now, not as Ciel scoffed that Sebastian had spoiled his wish for tea. Instead the boy tossed the cup of tea at him, which Sebastian caught without fail.
"What is with you today. You nearly burnt my breakfast, the morning tea was weak, and you let Finnian set fire to the garden."
An answer nearly rushed from his lips, though he would not let it pass. No, he had promised himself that he would never tell the young master... The scars over his heart needed to fade, even as he was forced to be a servant to this boy. A butler to the child of Vincent Phantomhive.
But the butler let out a nearly soundless sigh, keeping his head bowed to not allow the boy to see the flickers of emotions that touched his crimson gaze. "There is nothing wrong, my lord. We are simply trying our best to prepare of the festivities tomorrow."
And to heal our hearts from the pains that happened on that same day.
Many of us do not known our own past
They are shrouded in mystery, diving through lies and deception
Though the one that holds the truth in his heart many times has been forced to keep it quiet
It is not for the others that it affects, not to make things better for everyone else, but to hold the shreds of dignity he still retains
One man's gain is another's loss, and Sebastian knows that more than anyone
He lost to the one he loved
What is THIS?! BLACK BUTLER?!
yes. 3 I wanted to try doing a couple different things on my fanfictions, and I have recently gotten into Black Butler. Don't be alarmed! This is not the end of Vampire Knight. But I wish to balance my stories a liiiiiiittle bit! You will hear much from this story.
Love you all!
-J