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Three Months Later…
Sebastian frowned. He couldn't find Ciel anywhere. He walked towards the servant's quarters, looking for Finnian, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy.
"Finnian!" he yellled. "Mey-Rin! Baldroy!" The three servants appeared in front of him like three dogs being called to their master. Which, in a sense, they were.
"Yes, Sebastian?" they asked simultaneously.
"Have any of you seen the young master?" he asked. Two of them shook their heads.
"Not since last night, Sebastian." Bard said. Mey-Rin nodded her head, agreeing with him. Finni bit his lip. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak.
"He went into the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago." Finni said.
"Fifteen minutes ago?" Sebastian questioned. Finni nodded.
"I thought I heard him throwing up in there, as well," he added. "I asked if he needed anything, but he shouted at me to leave." Sebastian frowned, worry starting to creep into his mind.
"Thank you, Finnian," he said, turning to leave.
"Sebastian?" Bard asked. Sebastian turned slightly, waiting for more. "Why is the young master's mood changing so rapidly? And, um, why has he been he throwing up so much recently?" Sebastian hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a good explanation that he himself had yet to come up with. Then something clicked.
"'Throwing up so much recently?'" he asked. Bard nodded.
"This is his fourth time in two days." Sebastian frowned again.
"I'm not sure, Bard." Then he quickly left.
"Bocchan?" Sebastian asked, knocking on the only bathroom door he had yet to try. "Are you all right?"
"I'm FINE!" the young earl's irritated voice burst. "Why are you people constantly asking me that? I'm fi-bleggggggggh."
"You don't sound fine, bocchan." Sebastian heard his master's unsteady footsteps, and then the door opened. Ciel's face appeared in the doorway. He was a pasty white, and he could barely stand up. Sebastian's frown deepened.
"Bocchan, what's wrong?"
"NOTHING! I'M FINE!" he screamed at Sebastian. But just as quickly as the outburst occurred, Ciel's anger faded and his face relaxed. "I'm tired. Can I go to bed n-" he fell to the floor in a heap.
"Young Master!" Sebastian exclaimed. He took Ciel into his arms, worry clearly written on his face, and quickly walked to his master's bedroom.
Ciel coughed, opening his heavy eyes. Sebastian was standing in the doorway, waiting. The earl didn't have enough time to acknowledge this before he leaned over the side of the bed and threw up again. Sebastian turned.
"Bocchan…" Ciel looked up at him. "It appears that you…" Sebastian paused for a moment. "You are…well…pregnant." Ciel blinked, understanding but not comprehending what Sebastian just said.
"What?" he asked.
"You are pregnant," he restated. Ciel blinked again. "For your safety, I recommend that you do not leave the estate until the child has been born and you have completely recuperated from this experience. Or you can have an abortion, but that would be inadvisable since males should not be pregnant in the first place." Ciel frowned, toying with the ideas.
"I'm not sure," he said. "Give me some time to think about it." Sebastian nodded.
"Just remember," he said. "Abortion is a limited time offer if you wish to remain healthy." With that, he closed the door and left. Ciel sighed and lay back on his pillows. He had no idea what to do. Keeping the child would result in so many troubles for him and anyone else who knew the truth…which would be Sebastian and his three idiot servants, even though they don't yet know.
"Good morning, Bocchan." Sebastian's voice floated in from the side of Ciel's bed as he drew open the curtains. Ciel blinked his heavy eyes and opened them, seeing his butler, silhouetted by the soft morning light, standing next to him. "For breakfast today, we have lightly poached salmon accompanied by a delicate mint salad. I can also offer toast, scones or pan de compaña. Which dish would you care for this morning?" (1)Ciel sat up and groaned at the ache in his body and head. The pleasant aromas of his breakfast wafted over form the cart.
"The scone." he said, lifting a hand to shade his eyes from the sunlight coming in through the window. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up quickly, a little too quickly, and suddenly felt horrible as the room before him started to spin. He fell to his hands and knees on the floor and threw up.
"Bocchan!" Sebastian exclaimed, bending down to help his master up. Ciel staggered to his feet with Sebastian's help, still not feeling good. He went over to the breakfast cart that Sebastian had brought in and looked at it.
"I don't want this," he announced. Sebastian frowned.
"Young master, it is your favorite breakfast," he said.
Ciel scowled in reponse and said. "I want roast ham with ham juice. Immediately." Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, my lord." he said, leaving and taking the breakfast cart out with him. Ciel grunted, irritated with everything. Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Bard, Finni, his clothing, the fact that he was pregnant. Every god damn little thing. He was exhausted, physically and mentally. It was tiring. He fell back on his bed, attempting to fall back asleep, but failing miserably. Several minutes passed before the door opened and Sebastian stepped in, this time carrying a platter of roast ham and a glass of golden-brown liquid.
"Here, my lord." he said. Ciel looked at it, greed in his eyes. He held out his hand. Sebastian gave him the plate, a fork, and a knife. Ciel forcefully smashed the utensils into the meat and sawed at it, forgetting his usual table manners. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at his master's choice, but did not comment. Ciel finished the ham and the refreshment that accompanied it faster than Sebastian had ever seen his master eat anything. Afterward, Ciel wiped his mouth on his sleeve and dropped the plate and utensils onto the floor, where the plate shattered. Sebastian sighed.
"Bocchan, you shouldn't throw things. After all that I do for you it isn't nice to myself or to the objects you are throwing." Sebastian smirked. Ciel scowled again, feeling even more annoyed with his butler.
"So?" he said, a dejecting edge to his voice. "I really don't care,". He buried himself back under his covers and closed his eyes. Sebastian sighed and quickly cleaned up the shattered pieces, retrieved the fork and knife, and left the room.
(1) This was a breakfast used in Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji.
OK, so, there's another chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. PLEASE REVIEW! Also, I would like to thank my two betas for this story, TimeIsArbitrary and PrimeLaughter. They are new on this site, and don't have any stories yet, so don't bother checking at this point in time. Keep reading this or I will hunt you down and kill you in your sleep. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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