After along day, I decided to wait on the courtyard for Lucius, Donnie, and Beast to go out and grab a bite. Usually, Beast headed back to her dorm to re-do her makeup and hair. Lucius usually headed back to his dorm to charge his phone or iPod, and Donnie usually returned to attempt to finish homework. I never went back because I simply had no reason to. Besides, I always knew it took them longer than about half an hour to meet me out on the courtyard because they talked to their dorm mates. assholes always got nice fuckers. Freshmen year, I got stuck with Claude Faustus and asked for a dorm switch two months later after I got back to the dorm we shared to find him at base two in a half with some blonde fucker... and it was a guy ( I think ). I became uncomfortable around him and even though it was a girly thing to do, asked Dean Victoria for a change.
Besides, waiting on the courtyard was a good opportunity for girl watching and listening to the buzz around campus. That day specifically was the repeat of Hamlet and how the previous lead roles would get the same roles again. Another popular subject was Ciel Phantomhive ( wonder why he bothers to leave the 'earl' part in his name ). Some said he was the Devil's Child, others argued how cute and 'fresh' ( and occasionally the disgusting 'pure' ) he looked, and the last of them pitied his past ( whatever it was ).
Just as I set off for girl watching, my eyes discerned a curvy figure with big bust like Beast's and white dyed long hair. The bitch was Hannah and I dated her in sophomore year. It was great, we'd laugh and talk about how much we hated everyone and she would never mind me showing my pervy-ness. But my friends complained that because of her, I was sort of drifting away and I wasn't myself. I argued back that drifting away is something that usually happens in a committed relationship where two people feel deeply for each other. Beast said she understood that, but that she heard rumors around girl town that she was cheating. Turns out, she was right. Lucius said that he found her fucking three dudes ( triplets I suppose ) on a porn site ( lord knows how he discovered that ). When I tried to carefully ask her about it, she dumped me on the spot and word got out that I was a shitty boyfriend. Some girls still believe that I was the douche in the relationship, but others know Beats ( cause she knows everyone ) and knew that it was her who did the seam breaking.
Anyways, I saw her walking with two of her best friends, Angela and Ash. They were talking about Ciel Phantomhive. As soon as Hannah saw me though, she didn't change the subject nut rather talked louder and looked directly at me, "Yeah, he's totally the Devil's Child. Or Sebastian's brother, right Sebastian?" She asked too sweetly, her voice dripping with seduction and mockery.
I smiled back, like a boss. "No, he'd be my son and I'd be his sugar daddy." Or more like a fucking gentleman.
Angela and Ash started to laugh as Hannah just flipped her hair and walked away. I smirked knowing I had won this little game... shit now I'm talking like him. Maybe it's just my fascination at his card trick... or my distraction to block out that I know nothing about him. I did think I would get a chance to see him or talk to him again, but I didn't see him in the halls, or at lunch.
Just as I was about to get up and go hunt down my troopers, a hand touched my shoulder, "Sebastian Michealis?"
I looked up to see Dean Victoria. I scrambled to my feet and immediately towered over her tiny old woman frame. Come on, she's as wise and old as Queen Victoria! "Dean Victoria! Can I help you?"
"Yes , you can. Do you remember Ciel Phantomhive?" She asked. I nodded and she folded her hands together in front of her before continuing to speak, "Well, I'm sure I had the front desk sent you a letter at the beginning of the year stating that he was share a dorm with you. Am I correct?"
My heart stopped. Since when did I- oh... that letter. I received it during creepy old Mr. Undertaker's music history class. I thought it would be a excused from class slip but was disappointed to see a fucking letter so I shrugged it off as another book bill to pay and threw it out.
"I'm assuming you did receive it but didn't bother to read it." She stated.
Wise huh? I sighed, "Yes Ma'am."
She sighed but smiled as she always did, "You would think that you would have read it with the amount of reading you do to remember lines in a script..." She smiled wider, "Well, he did not attend lunch because he was busy unpacking. He might not also come out of the dorm to go out and eat because...he... doesn't know the area that well." She said slowly as if choosing word by word what to say.
"Are you... asking me to take him out to eat?" I asked, already thinking about the reactions my friends will give when they find out that the shit of campus shares a dorm with me.
"I'm not going to force him to. Sebastian," She sighed, "I have known that boy for a while... in fact, I was his private tutor growing up."
My eyes widened.
"When he, and the public, decided to send him to school, I immediately volunteered him to attend here." She said. Oh, so he didn't choose to come here. "The public" and Dean Victoria put him here. Makes sense. "I know him very well, and I know that he won't come out of there. It's not that he's shy, he's just... a recluse. So I know he won't take up on your offer to eat, and I know that you don't want him to tag along with you and your friends. Just, promise me that you will bring him back something to eat and fill his stomach."
I nodded and she smiled before walking away. I took one glance up at my dorm towards the right of the castle like University. I wasn't expecting to see a blue eye with grey hair barely looking out the window before realizing my stare and turning away, closing ( what must have been his, because I didn't put it there ) the grey drapes to hide himself from all human contact.
I knocked twice on my own dorm door. I heard soft shuffling before the door opened. Ciel Phantomhive stood before me in his night clothes, normal white button up shirt and pajama bottoms with no socks. I realized just how much shorter he was compared to me and that he still had his silk black eye patch on. I cleared my throat, "Can I come in?"
He nodded before moving aside and going straight back to his white sheet and white blanket bed. I overlooked his side of the room: Cherry wood desk on the right side corner with a matching chair with white cushions. The grey curtains, his cherry wood night stand with an alarm clock, pencil, and notebook. I went to my closet to get my pajamas when I realized that the shit of the school was in my room! And Dean Victoria did say to bring him food, which is exactly what I did. Might as well try to start a conversation right?
"Um... hungry?" I asked, holding out the WcDonalds bag ( A/N: I am aware that it is Mc, but if you pay attention in anime, they change the M to W! Kaze No Stigma did it as well as ! It's like why TV shows blur out company logos and use Pair instead of Apple! )
He looked at me with that one eye as if trying to burn a hole right through me or unlock his strange telekinesis powers before gingerly taking the bag with caution. I heard him looking into the bag while I changed clothes and when I looked back at him, he was looking at me again but holding the fries, cheeseburger, and vanilla shake in hand with... a slight tint of pink dusted on his cheeks. Maybe he doesn't know what that is... or maybe he saw my changing and now he's embarrassed. Hasn't he seen anyone change in school before? Like in gym class?
"I didn't know what to get you, so I just got you a hamburger, fries, and a vanilla shake." He didn't respond. Why was I acting so friendly? My cool pervy fade was slipping! So I snapped, "You could say thanks, just don't kill joy my money and time because you like chocolate better..."
He nodded before unwrapping the cheeseburger, and picking at the contents. "I know it's not you rich people's taste but it cost me-"
"I appreciate what you did for me, but-" I could tell it was taking him a chunk of pride to say what he wanted to. He sighed, "I don't know what this is."
I simply stared at him. It wasn't even a shocked stare, or a confused look. It was the stare that I gave in attempt to process what he just told me, "You... don't know... what a Hamburger is?" He shook his head, "Or fries?" Another shake, "Even a vanilla shake?" He shook his head again. "Well..."
I cautiously sat next to him on the plain white sheet bed a bit afraid that he would snap like rich people do, 'eww! A commoner touched my bed! Eww! Burn it!' but he didn't deny me. I took the floppy burger from his small, soft, and what I realised for the first time, black nail polished finger tips. "Do you know what's inside of a cheeseburger?" He shrugged as if scared his answer might be incorrect, "Well, the patty, it's a shitty patty cause its fast food, it's um..."
And so I went on explaining the contents in which Wcdonalds claimed to have put in their crappy excuse for "food". He made no effort the shake or nod his head if he understood, so finally I asked him, "Are you okay with that?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I know that some people are vegetarians, vegans, pesketarians, or whatever." I explained.
"Madame Red never really liked meat, so we never had it around the house. Though she did like fish, and rice, and wheat, and grains, and some vegetables." He told me.
"Did you like it?" I asked tilting my head to the side.
He shrugged, "I never knew anything better."
Whether or not that meant that he liked the boring healthy food better than anything else he had ever had or ( least likely ) he never knew of any foods other than those few, I did not know. Though he didn't know what a hamburger was... and this is America! Hamburgers make us fucking famous! But he is from Britain... I found myself in an argument in my mind before subconsciously placing my larger hands over his tiny ones almost looking them look female. His hands still holding the burger, I helped him bring it to his lips. When he stretched his mouth to bite down on the food, my pointer finger brushed against his pink lip. I remember thinking for a moment, that he was female at heart and used some sort of moisturizer on them ( or chap stick I don't know what it's called!) because they were like baby lips: Innocent, untouched, unclaimed... soft... sweet...
I also showed him how to eat the finger food fries which he said he liked because it was potato and he ate a lot of those living with his Aunt. What I wanted to know, is what happened to him? How did his parents die? Why is he so pale and so thin? Why did his Aunt restrict foods he ate? Why did Dean Victoria tutor him instead of him attending school? Why didn't he like to talk to anyone? Why did his room seem so plain? Why did he dress so nicely for college? What were those rings he wore? Why did he paint his nails? Why did he wear the eye patch? How did he learn to do that card trick? Did he know that everyone was calling him the Devil's Child? Did he have a religion? Why did he want to do the same thing his father did? Why was I thinking so hard? I took a deep breath and decided to ask a simple question... or the simplest of those questions, "Where did you get you're rings?"
"My Aunt gave me the gold one when I came to live with her. The blue is the only reminder of my Father." He said blankly playing with his fries with his nimble finger tips.
Reminder? Surely he'd remember the death of his own parents! I know I would have... "And the eye patch?"
Silence.
"Too touchy? I'm sorry. Do you at least take it off when you sleep?" I asked.
He got off the bed and walked over to his desk drawer, opening it and retreating a white medical looking eye patch. He walked back but did not sit down as if he was uncomfortable around me, "I usually do, but seeing now that I have a nosy room-mate, I'll sleep with the night patch."
I got the message. I got off the bed and returned to mine before I eyed the shake that he had not touched, "You still going to drink you're shake?"
"You still going to ask questions?" He snapped, rolling over in his comforter so his back was facing me.
I sighed as I got up and placed the shake in the cooler under my bed before getting into bed myself and shutting of the lights.
I awoke in the middle of the night at a sound of a whimper. I opened my eyes and rolled over to see Ciel had kicked off his comforters and was panting. I couldn't tell what he was saying, if he was saying anything at all. He was just whimpering like a poor little pup who was facing the frights of a thunderstorm alone. I got out of my bed and walked the couple steps it took to reach the edge of Ciel's bed. I towered over him now seeing the beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and how his hair stuck to his skull. His cheeks stained pink and he was breathing through his mouth ( which I could tell was dry ). His shirt was sticking to his body and with shaky hands, I opened a few buttons to see a bright red chest heaving for air. He coughed and sucked in like her couldn't breath... a sleeping asthma attack?
I touched his hand to feel it was clammy. He heaved again and this time I started to get nervous. I shook him softly, "Ciel?"
He still heaved, "Ciel!" I shouted, shaking him again but with more force.
He sat up with a start breathing normally, panting like you would after falling off a cliff in a dream. I looked at him with worry, "Are you okay?"
He stared at me before nodding, "I'm fine."
I nodded and returned to my bed getting ready to get back in and let sleep succumb me, but I caught a glimpse of Ciel's arm moving to wipe away his sweat. I frowned and looked under my bed to get my cooler where his shake lay. I took out an ice pack, shoved the cooler back under, and walked over to him. He looked up at me a bit confused, before I handed him the ice pack. He stared at it before I used my palm to push up against the back of his hand where his palm was resting on the cool ice and bought it up to his forehead. He imminently sighed with relief and his eye rolled to the back of his head. I felt him sway a little as the fear and the discomfort left his body and sleep pulled at him. Hey eyelids drooped and his body slumber against my arm which stuck due to the sweat. I picked him up and laid him on my bed temporarily while rummaging through my closet to get extra sheets. I quickly changed the sheets and searched his drawers for clothes. I found none which I considered night clothes. You would think expensive fabrics would be cozy, but god damn they felt like cacti! So instead, I went back to my closet and retrieved a big shirt that had paint stains from freshman years initiation paintball fight.
I changed him quickly as he was already asleep and placed him back in his bed covering him as best I could before returning to my bed. I took a glance at my clock and realized that I had an hour and a half left to sleep... great... just great.
Hey guys! I need to stop here but thanks for all the follows and reviews! They make me really happy! So review more! I know it's confusing and I was planing on making this longer but I need to stop! The next chapter, Ciel will start to unfold a bit more and Sebastian will feel more drawn to him. So let me know what you think and tell me if I should right a lemon... I do't think I will though... I might feel really dirt after! But that won't be till later. If you have any guesses on upcoming events or things you want to see in upcoming events, let me know! Reviews or PMs are good! Now I really gotta go ( watch Star-Crossed on the CW with Brina Palecia! Review cause she's awesome! )
