I am back my little akumas! Hows it going? Sorry for the long wait. Anyways lets cut to the chase: I do not own BB I only own this plot. Nothing more, nothing less.
I could feel pain...not emotional pain, but physical pain that I have not felt since becoming a demon. I fell to the floor clutching my right eyes, at the same time I heard a voice at a distance. A voice that seemed fairly familiar yet not at all. "Well then. Aren't you a young master?" I could hear those first words in my head. An emotional voice. A voice that was filled with amusement and curiosity. It was faint...but…I was glad to hear it even if it was only a while. After that, everything went black...pitch black, and in the distance I saw two bright glowing red eyes disappearing into the distance. Far away. From me.
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I slowly opened my eyes to find myself looking up a navy blue canopy blocking my view. Turning my head to the left and right also seeing the same navy blue around me, getting up I then figured out that I was in a four-poster bed I could feel my left eye twitching at the thought of being in a "princess bed". In the end, I sighed and crawled my way out of the huge bed and toward the end. My right hand slowly pulled back the blue curtain almost as if it was scared, which I wasn't, and saw a fireplace with a fire currently going. For some reason I captivated by the glowing embers leaping and twirling as if they were dancing, and that reminded me of Lizzy. I shook my head, trying to get all thoughts of my cousin, my dead cousin, out of my mind. Out of all the years I could have ever thought of her why did I choose now? Why did I choose that exact moment? My thoughts got the best of me as I was trying to pull myself out of it.
As my feet dangled from the floor I took in the sight of the room, well the part I could see anyways, but it wasn't much. The walls were of a blue-gray color which had complicated designs decorated with them, the fireplace was ivory color and close by it were two seats, and not just any type of seats but VICTORIAN age seats. A little over to the left of the fireplace was an ivory door with intricate designs all over. As my feet touched the ground I turned my head slightly to the right where I saw one door also made of an ivory color. Looking to my left I saw two windows, they don't look big, but nor do they look small, and I saw that it was night as I saw the street lamps being dimmed. Nostalgic. I rubbed my eyes with my arm and felt cloth which was much softer than my white button up shirt. Looking down I saw that I was wearing a form fitting nightgown...form fitting. I could feel the silk caressing my very being, my skin prickled as the cloth felt familiar, all too familiar.
Sebastian. No. It was his gloves. The gloves that my father used. The gloves Sebastian uses - no used - when he was my butler. My hands balled up the all too familiar material as I was trying to block out any thoughts of the older demon. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and let it go slowly. I don't remember how long I stood there, but it felt like hours. Not wanting to keep thinking on the topic, I began to explore the room, my first stop being the door to my right.
Before entering taped to the door was a folded paper which I carefully took down. Unfolding it, I opened it to see beautiful calligraphy it looked as if it was written by Queen Elizabeth herself. The contents of the letter were as follows:
Ciel Phantomhive, If you have found this letter that means you have awakened. I am sorry I was not there to see you awake or if anyone wasn't even there, but I presume you prefer it as thus? Let me explain to you the layout of your room my dear lord. In order for you to feel at home in my home, I have given you a room that may have a layout you may be all too familiar with. The room you are currently in, as you may have noticed is your bedroom, the door in which you are about to open is your dressing room. Beyond that there is another door in which your washroom is located in. While the door close to the fireplace leads to the front room, and the door beyond that leads to the hallway. So all in all the suit is the same as when you lived in the Phantomhive manor, I do so hope it is to your liking youngling. Please help yourself to any clothing found in your dressing room, Iam assuming here that they all fit you, or if you wish to relax a bit more go ahead to the washroom. However, I must ask that once you are done that you come and find me in my study where I wish to have a word or two with you. If you have any trouble, please ring the bell in the front room or hall if you are having any sort of trouble. Until then youngling.
Finishing up the letter I looked at the doorknob in confusion. My room being in the same format as when I was human? How did he even know what it looked like? Slowly opening the door inward I immediately saw another door of the same color. Looking to my right was another window, one slight twitch later I looked to my left to see a wardrobe taking up the whole left wall and part of the front wall. The wardrobe was made of pine wood from what I could tell with a simple design for decoration: a garden - a Japanese style rock garden. I smiled a sad and soft smile toward the wardrobe until I saw an image at the end.
It was me. Finny. Bardroy. Mey Rin. Tanaka. Sebastian.
My jaw clenched at the image not wanting to see it any longer I walked out of the room into the supposed washroom. The bathroom had an earthy feel. The walls were large format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor was made of dull brown tiles. The vanities were of a dark wood and the counters were a brilliant white quartz. There was a bath that looked as if it could fit two, maybe even three demons in it. The (huge) walk in shower next to it had not one, but two shower heads inside.
Closing the door behind me, I walked to the bath and prepared the water the way Sebastian would always do for me. As the cold and hot water were being mixed together my small petite hands made their way to the front of my nightgown unbuttoning it ever so slowly. I began to remember the feel of Sebastian's gloved hands on me. The way they would always send chills down my back. The way my cheeks would flush a pink that Lizzie would call cute and how I always ended up hiding it. How he would slowly take off my nightgown and let it hit the floor with a soft thud. I remember the way he would take off my eyepatch as his face, almost ever so slightly, would make contact with my flushed face. And most importantly, I remember how soft his voice would get during these situations, how he would use that voice to seduce me into bliss. And how he would use his very being to taunt me, to want him, to yearn for him. Oh. How I hated him for making me feel that way. For still making me feel that way.
I placed my left foot slowly into the water testing the temperature I knew would not matter. After I tested it good enough, I slid my right foot to join the other while I began to slide silently into the 37 degrees Celsius water. I let out a breath I knew not I was holding and began to wash his body.
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"Sebastian. Turn off the lights, and let me sleep for a little longer," I heard my voice echo but thought nothing of it. My eyelids twitched as I could still feel the brightness of the lamp lighting up right in my face.
"Sebastian!" This time I sat up from my lying position looking for my butler in usual clothing, but I saw nothing. Nothing but the format tiles on the bathroom walls. I silently cursed under my breath as I got out of the bath. It was a bad habit of mine to sleep in the bath, and not wake up until someone woke me or force myself to stay awake. Wrapping myself in a white towel I made my way back to the dressing room and began to hunt for clothes.
It took a few minutes to figure out where everything was located at inside the wardrobe, but I finally got something that I deemed worthy. I took out a white short sleeve dress shirt, a gray loose shirt, a black with blue cuffs and gold buttons military style jacket, knee length blue shorts, and white socks. To accompany that I got a grayish belt color, a black tie and charcoal boots. As I finished dressing I saw a mirror to my left, making my way toward it, I saw that everything was in its place. Hair? Neatly combed back to its usual hairstyle. Shirts? Neatly pressed with no wrinkle in sight. Everything was perfect. My deep blue eyes. My deep red demon eyes. And no Faustian Contract in my right eye check.
Wait. The Faustian Contract. It wasn't there. It. Wasn't. There.
My eyes widened as looked at my reflection. I don't remember if I felt joy or if I was confused or shocked. But what I do remember was the rain beginning to start. Thunder was touching hell and the rain fell down hard. While I felt my own rain dripping down my face.