Ciel sat up on his bed with a yawn. He looked left and right, seeing no Sebastian. "What the hell?" Ciel couldn't help growling quietly. Sebastian was supposed to be the last thing he saw before falling asleep and the first thing he saw when waking up. Yet, he was nowhere.
"Sebastian?" Ciel asked cautiously, sliding down his feet to touch his soft slippers. Though they carried no bags, Sebastian seemed to have all his stuff. Or most of it at least. "Where are my night clothes?" Ciel couldn't stop himself from remembering what he had rudely asked yesterday.
The scary part was Sebastian's answer, which echoed in his head. "You left them at the house you decided to leave..."
Ciel shook his head of Sebastian's cold words. He finished slipping his feet inside the slippers and stood up. He looked down at his slippers, but only noticed the regal green rug with gold trim. And he noticed the green wall with gold borders. And the floor with dark, dark blue velvet material. He also saw the silver push-y thing (naturally, he forgets the name)** with white china all over it. Each piece had golden trim and blue flowers. The tea had a relaxing aroma: it reminded him of his old room.
The plates had scones. They were identical to ones he had had as a child. Sebastian had made sure never to make them the same way when he was at the manor: he had decided he was the head of the Phantomhive family and needed his own way of doing things. But now, now Sebastian made sure everything was like home. The room was just like the style at his manor. Green with gold trim and dark, dark blue.
He turned to see the bed. It had a dark blue blanket and golden trim. Everything in the room was like home. Home. "Home." Ciel turned to the silver push-y thing and glared at the china. "What game is he playing?" Ciel tightened his fists and walked towards the door to the room. It had a silver knob. It was golden the night before. Sebastian had changed the entire room to look like home.
"Why?" Ciel asked aloud. His despair was a piercing sound. "Why, Sebastian?" Ciel turned everywhere in the room, scouring for his servant. He checked under the bed, finding his night clothes in suitcases. His anger swallowed up any chance of realizing it. He opened the closet door angrily, only finding his old earl outfit, which looked like it was ironed. It was an emerald green. It was an outfit he was used to, unlike his black suit-like outfit.
He opened the bathroom door to find it full of regal design. He finally slammed the door and jumped onto his bed, standing on it with his hands on his hips. His head was close to touching the top of the canopy. He opened his mouth to summon his eternal servant, but he realized something: Sebastian had gone back to the manor and grabbed everything. Everything. That meant that his other servants, Finnian, Mey-rin, and Bard hadn't touched a thing. They hadn't sold it or burned it.
The thought of everyone caring for him and missing him hit him with the force of a meteor, knocking him on his bottom and removing his breath.
It took him a few seconds to register everything. Sebastian went out of his way to do this; it wasn't an order. His other servants had preserved his manor. They didn't want to get rid of his memory.
Ciel leaned backwards until his back hit the bed and he relaxed, spreading his arms and legs out. What was this feeling?
** A/N: (It was me that actually forgot the name. XD Forgive me!)
