Author's note: As you've noticed, this fic is from Sebastian's point of view therefore if the bonding process as thus far described seems to have holes in it or be inconsistent, blame him since he doesn't have the full info.
The use of other languages (Sumerian, Yiddish, Greek, Latin, etc) may seem gratuitous but isn't. There is a point.
Warnings/Triggers: Effeminaphobia, homophobia, violence, blood and gore, demeaning language, cursing
The Shadchonim of the Bonding Center are threatening him with fines that would make his father blanch , the Hummels are talking of lawsuits and imprisonment and he knows that the fact he's underage wouldn't be taken in consideration but at this moment Sebastian doesn't care. The bond is vibrating with pain and now that he's this close to Kurt the ache is heavy in his body. It's still unsure whether Kurt will survive or not, but the workers insist on re-doing the Bonding ritual under proper guidance by the properly trained professionals. Apparently it's a bit more complex than just the sigil and bodily fluids which is why it shouldn't be done by stupid underage boys who gather their info through the internet. Why does he think the Center exists in the first place? They're only continuing a tradition that harkens back to the first Neolithic shamans is all. Anyone can do that.
The Shadchonim are seething while they prepare the ritual, keeping up a running lecture on the history and mythology of the Bond. Sebastian has already learned most of it in school, so he tunes them out to focus on Kurt who is still bleeding and unconscious. His soul clenches at the sight even though his mind still cannot get over the fact that this boy is who he is destined to be with. Kurt is everything he dislikes in a man, haughty, weak and way too feminine. If he wanted a chick, he'd date one, thank you very much. Then there's the women's clothes and the falsetto voice that make Kurt such a fucking despicable stereotype who sets the image of gay men back to a pre-Stonewall age. Really so not his type. He's fucking pissed at the universe that this is his destiny, that it's fucking fated that his heart and soul will eventually override his free will and make him fall in love with Kurt. After all the ranting he's publicly done about femme fags, to be bonded for life to one proves the Creator has a sense of humor he cannot appreciate in the least.
"The soul reveals the true beloved, it does not force the connection on the soulmates, it just opens the pathway that is created before one is born. Even though one may not desire the bondmate from the start – different sex or personality than expected – desire is just hormones. The Bond is mind, heart and soul. It rises above pure physicality in a way that is a joining of beings on a level that goes beyond simple feelings.", the Shadchan lectures on.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. He's heard all this nonsense before, he's seen bonded pairs all his life and while he's happy to actually have a soulmate, having to fall in love seems like brainwashing to him. He puts more trust in his body and hormones than the strange spirituality most people believe. Even though the biologists and evolutionary scientists haven't discovered factual proof of a non-spiritual reason for the Bond yet, he can't help but believe in it. The idea of an actual Creator playing matchmaker seems so farfetched that it must be a biological imperative of some kind. Physicalism is decried almost everywhere but Sebastian thinks it has merit.
As if sensing his impious thoughts, one of the officials grabs his arm and roughly drags him to the second hospital bed that has been brought to the room. Sebastian lies down and glares at the man. It distracts him enough that he doesn't see the other Shadchan arrive with the syringe until it stabs him in the neck. Bastards. The drug quickly spreads through his system and he rises, high above, into the white, into the gold…help.
TBC