Chapter 3
(Guys… When Ciel's sight turned black, he fell asleep. I wouldn't let him get hit and fall unconscious when Sebastian is right there. He was taken while he was asleep.)
A rope around my feet and my hands prevent me from moving. Blood trickles down from my nose as I take another beating from Azzurro Vanel. Been 6 days since I last had a meeting with him and the other people who work beneath or beside me. Everyone except for Madame Red.
Azzurro Vanel, you have made a terrible mistake. His feet appeared in front of me. I half-expected him to kick me right in the cheek. But instead, I received release from my mouth. I could now freely talk. He was on the phone, yelling to those on the other line.
"Just tell me what you see!" Azzurro shouted into the phone.
I heard muffling as someone yelled back. Then the line silenced. Everything was silent. Not even a cicada dared to make noise as the tension was building up.
A noise came from the line. It was soft, but I could hear exactly what was said and who was saying it. I could shout back to Sebastian, but I decided against it.
"Azzurro Vanel, thank you for that letter. I would gladly like to know where my lord is."
No noise or movement came from Azzurro. He knew very well who was on the other side of the phone. I knew what had to be done.
"Woof." I said clearly, making sure Sebastian heard me.
"Well done, Young Master. I will be coming to pick you up shortly."
The lined clicked and I knew he was gone. The atmosphere was tense, scary even. I held my breath, knowing that there would be some sort of contact against my skin. But instead I hear shouting. He yells at his bodyguards to not let anyone in. He is scared. When people are scared, they hesitate. When people hesitate, they die.
After a few moments, Azzurro picks me up and points his gun to my head. I watch the movement in front of me. Around 6 men walk into a door hidden by a painting. "Tch." I say. As if Sebastian will fall for such an idiotic trick. The door closes and silence takes over.
Until footsteps come. Step by step they get closer. Azzurro's hands snakes around my neck, half-choking me.
"Wow. Sebastian has really loud shoes." I think to myself.
The door opens forcefully. His clothes don't show a spot of dirt on them. He steps one foot in front of the door frame, directly in line with the painting. I don't move a muscle. Even if he is shot with a missile, he will not die.
But I couldn't help but feel fear. I stopped my breathing and stared as Sebastian was shot with several bullets. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Azzurro's manic laugh filled the room. The painting was ripped and filled with many holes.
Sebastian just laid on the floor and didn't move a muscle. Nobody moved, they just watched the motionless body. It was one second, but it felt like a year. My Contract Mark on my eye burned. I could feel it glow strong under my eye patch. The burning sensation silently told me was still alive. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sebastian. Get up. How long do you intend to lie on the ground for?"
Sebastian's arm twitched and his legs moved. The shooters couldn't move, whether it was from shock or from the demon, I wouldn't ever know. Before I knew it, Sebastian was on his feet and choking on the bullets he was trying to spit out.
Blood covered bullets dropped onto his hands from his mouth. A demonic smile was planted on his face.
"I believe these belong to you. The modern guns are so much better than they were before. They can shoot so many more bullets."
He threw his hand towards them, palms facing down. The suit he was wearing was filled with holes and blood. The hand around my throat loosened and a gun was pointed to my head.
"What a shame. Seems I need to fix this suit." Sebastian said faking sadness.
"That could have been avoided." I simply say as be steps closer to me.
"S-Stay back or I'll shoot!"
The fear in his voice was too strong. Though the contact of the gun, I could feel him shaking in terror. I smile evilly at Sebastian, silently ordering him to get me. He places on foot in front of the other.
I hear a gunshot.
The arms that held me up were gone and I fell on the ground once again. I looked slightly to my right to see Sebastian holding a bullet in between his fingers.
Without a word, Sebastian placed the bullet in Azzurro's breast pocket. A groan of pain escaped him lips as red stained his shirt.
"Sebastian, let's go home." I say, turning away from the dying man.
The butler picked me up as he usually does and we left the room. Before exiting the building, a thought entered my mind.
"Can you create fire, Sebastian?" I ask.
"Yes. Why do you ask, Young Lord?"
"Burn this place."
Before I knew it, raging flames swallowed the building. I looked behind me and saw the building crumble and crash in front of me. I smile to myself and close my eyes, comforted by Sebastian's hold on me.
I woke up with Sebastian smiling down at me.
"Finally awake, I see."
Ignoring what he just said, I look at my mansion. The sunset behind it tricks my eyes and I imagine fire. Fire engulfing the building.
Three shadows grow closer to me. I squint my eyes to see who they are. Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard stop in front of me and Sebastian.
Mey-Rin and Finny stare at me in the arms of Sebastian. They look at each other then turn back to us. Their eyes sparkle in amazement.
"What?" I ask them, unsure if I want to know the answer.
"Oh nothing." Mey-Rin starts.
"It's just that you and Sebastian look so cute together like that." Finny finishes.
Blood gushes to my cheeks. "Why am I blushing?" I ask myself silently. I order Sebastian to put me down and he does. A soft smile was planted on his face for a split second. I keep staring at his face as Bard speaks to him.
"Are you alright, Young Master?" Mey-Rin asks me, jerking me from my thoughts.
"Yes. I'm fine." I reply.
They nod to me and start walking back to the manor. Sebastian stays beside me and kneels on one knee.
"Please forgive me, Master. I have not prepared dinner." Sebastian says, regret was clearly in his voice.
I would face palm myself right now because I obviously do NOT care at this point.
"I forgive you," I decide to play with him. "On one condition."
"Anything for you, My Lord." He looks up at me.
I smirk. This will be an interesting game, Sebastian. I take off my eye patch. The Mark was shining brightly as I felt the sting.
"Sebastian! I order you to-"
-"After all... Life is a game. I am but a piece in this game. You are the king and I am the knight."-
