Author Note: Hello all! Well, this is a continuation of my one shot 'Our Solemn Hour'. Though, I think this fic can be read even if you haven't read it, but I would like it if you did. Just so you know where this story is starting from, you know? Well…I think that's all I need to put here. Remember to review! That's what motivates me to keep writing! Thank you! ^____^
Forever.
Damn, Sebastian was right when he meant that I would be his. Forever.
I mean, I had had my doubts about what he meant by that. I thought that he was just going to live until it really was my time to die. But after a few years and I hadn't grown or changed in anyway…Other than I had two blue eyes instead of one…I finally understood what he meant. I really would be here. Forever.
Not that I'm complaining.
The beginning of my new found immortality had been rough. I'm not joking about that either. Oh, you're probably thinking. 'Aww…The spoiled brat is probably going without a few things, but he should just get over it and get on with life.' No. I mean I had to run for my life for the first few years. On my own.
For one reason, I was convicted with murdering the queen. Lovely, isn't it? I think so. Bloody angel lover… Ahem…Anyway. The other was the charge of selling drugs from when Lau covered them with the Phantomhive candy wrappers. Traitor… I don't think life could get any better! Actually now that I think about it, I can't even remember what drug that was either. So, while Sebastian was working things out, like getting the burned, again, mansion back up and trying to clear the Phantomhive name by claiming that I had died, I was under protection of the Undertaken. I'm not even going to dwell on how that experience had been. Though I will say that the moment Sebastian came into my sights again, I was clinging to him like an over possessive small child would and I think he was enjoying that.
For a year or so, Sebastian and I had stay in the, surprisingly, still standing town house. Luckily, the side of town the home had been on wasn't affected by the fire. By the time the manor had been rebuilt, along with the Phantomhive title, England was back onto its feet and was once again thriving. Which meant I would be able to rebuild my empire. However, as Sebastian explained to me later, I wouldn't be able to rebuild it like I would've wanted since I was claimed dead….He even had the Death Certificate to prove it…Which, to his amusement, he had framed and hung in my office. Bastard.
Well, enough with the past, how about I get on with what happened later on? Sebastian and I stayed in Phantomhive manor through out time. I watched as England changed, for the better and for the worse, though there will be time periods that I wished I had not lived through. Take the 70's for instance. Bloody hippies. Sebastian, curse him, had actually tired dressing me in that cursed tie-dye that seemed to be so popular, but I reprimanded him with a firm smack across the face.
Bad idea.
Thanks to that smack, I was twirled around and pressed painfully into the closest wall. There was a twisted smirk on that pale face as I reminded that I 'was no longer in control of him' and how he 'could easily snap every bone in my lithe body with a flick of his finger'. Let's just say that I never laid hand on that demon again due to the fear of my life, but I never told him that, I even lied to him when he asked about it one day when he was button up my sleep shirt; one of the few things I kept from the 1800's. I was rewarded with a sigh and a flick to the nose.
"You can't lie to me, Ciel, just like how I can't lie to you." He said before he pulled me toward his body, picked me up, and placed me in my bed….Or rather…Our bed before crawling over on the other side. Yes, yes. I know. I, Ciel Phantomhive, am sharing a bed with Sebastian. But what can I say? I love sleeping with him, in both senses of the word. Despite how he says he doesn't need sleep, I still awake every morning to his sleeping features, though I feign sleep whenever he starts to stir, which, thankfully, he hasn't caught on to me doing yet. I think.
Now, in the present day, the Phuntom products are thriving here in England and are still continuing to provide me with millions upon millions in wealth. Which has, and still is, letting me live a life of luxury. But, I do think I miss ordering my servants, which I no longer have, around. I do love Sebastian, don't get me wrong, but I also love giving him orders. Although…I don't think I would like to repeat what had happened that night with the slap if I did, so I'll just keep my orders as questions starting with 'Will you' and ending with 'please?'
You know, I think my most favorite thing to come form this modern era would have to be the blue little rectangle that's called…wait…what is it? Oh yes, an iPod. It can hold all this music and I can listen to it whenever I wish to and no one can do a thing about it! It's great. Sebastian nagging too much about how I shouldn't be eating so much sugar? Just turn the volume up. He hates it when I do that; he turns on his heel and leaves in a huff. I love it. That little piece of technology can make that normally cool and collected man loose his temper. I think he's even brought up how I love it more than him….Once again, this thing is amazing.
Speaking of amazing, ever seen a demon in leather other than when he's all scary like? I have. It is the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my long life. Heh, Sebastian in leather pants. My~ I still get the chills thinking about it. He knows it too, I think that's why whenever I'm in a foul mood he walks in with a slice of cake and with those pants on his legs….I'll have to look into that more.
Oh yes, I know that I'm going to enjoy this modern era. I know that there will be lots of fin things ahead. Now to only thing of how I'm going to use them to my advantage.