Chapter 4 Freaky black box

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Later that morning, after Sebastian bathed him, Ciel started to wander around the house amazed and freaked out. Sebastian had said something about being in another time period, so that part must have been true since nothing made sense to him. Sebastian had to explain to Ciel that the light switch was turned on by electricity and not some magic fairy that would run to switch power on and off, after he insisted that he wouldn't rest till he saw that creature do its sorcery. He also had to tell him that the microwave was simply a way to heat up food . . . not a bomb.

"Can you dispose of that freaky black box with the talking people inside?" he asked a little freaked out.

"The TV?" Sebastian questioned. No, I can't. It's a source of entertainment, not witchcraft designed to frighten little children."

"Fine, whatever," He growled while turning away from me. "I'm going back to bed."

Sebastian P.O.V.

I turned to leave, went back downstairs into my room, and changed into jeans and a graphic tee. Then, I'm going downstairs to watch that freaky black box, I thought with a little chuckle. The phrase repeated through my head dozens of times before I flopped down on the black, leather couch in the living room, or the blood room as Sakoray and I liked to call it. We did because of its red color wall. Much often, we would bring a lot of girls in that room since the black leather couches were easier to clean, and also, the room literally branched off from the house and was supported by beams. Ever since it freaked the young master out - all the foreign technology including the pull out TV and the glass floor (didn't help at all) - it officially became my favorite room. Even after I explained to him that it wasn't at all glass but transparent steel, he refused to come in.

"Sebastian!" he called as he stuck his head out the doorway.

"Yes?" I said, flipping through the channels. He just shrugged and kept staring at me. "Hey, want to see something cool?" I asked suddenly, attempting to make those eyes of his stop BURNING INTO MY SKULL!"OK?" he said with caution, because his definition of cool in comparison to mine were completely different.

"O.K. Give me a name of a person - any person - who is real and currently alive."

"Fine. Um . . . William T. Spears."

I turned the remote sideways and pushed the keyboard button. Then, I typed in his name.

"Not only can you watch TV, but you can also watch what someone is doing by simply typing in their name."

"Really?" he asked, suddenly intrigued. I supposed he had forgotten he was walking on glass as he began to make his way towards me. William appeared on the screen. He was sitting at a desk grumbling about having to do overtime again while Grell, and all his flamboyant glory, flopped himself onto his desk.

"Even on screen . . ." I began, ". . . he still makes me want to puke."

"Hey, if we're lucky, maybe we'll see a shower scene," he joked while nudging me in the side, though I didn't think it was very funny.

"No! No, that's so wrong. Why would you say that?" I whispered, attempting to wipe that sinister image out of my mind.

"Now, that's too scary. HELLO? HELLO? ARE YOU IN THERE? HEY, YOU ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

Ha, I laughed in my head. He sounds like a child, yelling and tapping and on the TV like that. I guess that would work since he is a child, but let's not tell him that.

"You know, you look like a child doing that. Oh, and they can't hear or see you. Think of it as a radio with a screen."

"That's still scary, and . . . What! Hey, what the hell do you mean I look like a child - ?"

"OH MY GOD! THE GLASS IS ABOUT TO BREAK!" I hollered out in distress.

"AHHHH! WHAT!" Young master shrieked like a little school girl and launched himself over to where I was sitting.

"Ha. You scream like a girl," I chuckled.

"Shut up! You said it was about break, so of course I screamed!" he snapped - pissed off - while jabbing me in the gut with his foot.

"Bloody idiot type in Lizzy's name," he scuffed in his snotty rich boy tone.

"Yeah, yeah. Sur- Wait, what?!" Shit! I forgot all about that.

"What do you mean what? I would like to see her. Is that a problem?" He seemed offended.

"W-well . . . no. I suppose not, but it hasn't been that long since you last saw her. You really feel that compelled to see her again?" Shit! shit! shit! Why? Why her? Anybody but her!

"And your point is? She's my fiancé. I'm allowed to see her."

"But since you're, quote on quote, dead –"

"I'm not dead as you can plainly see. I'm very much alive, and what does being dead have to do with seeing her?" he growled and shot me a warning I-will-slap-you-if-you-continue-to-aggravate-me-mo re look.

"No need to get your panties all in a bunch. Here. You type it. I'm hungry." I sighed while tossing the remote in his lap, and then I headed to the kitchen to begin my epic journey for something edible.

"Hey Sebastian!" I stopped to see what he could possibly want.

"You have become real laxed since we got here. Do you really think anything has changed just because I became a demon? We still have a contract," he stated.

"Child, I hope you realized that the contract you are referring to is the only thing that is stopping me from killing you. The reason we demons abide by our contracted master is because our obedience helps ripen the soul, but at this moment, there's really no point in doing that. It's not like you have a soul anyways," I retaliated. I could sense that he was finally starting to understand who was really in control. Though, I was thankful that he didn't sense I was only telling half of the truth. You see, demons are still obligated to listen, because it's painful to disobey. Even the strongest of demons fall victim to this flaw.

So, once again, I began my epic journey to sedate my gut-cringing hunger.

"Sebastian!" –eyebrow twitch- He called my name again. No. Whatever it is, the answer is no! Just kidding. "Yes, my lord."

"I've always wondered what goes on through your head during those rare occasions when I slap you."

"At first, I think about how cute you look when you're mad. Then, I how you touched me. And last, I think about whether or not I should slap you back." I walked off out of ear shot before he could ask me anymore stupid questions.

Ciel's P.O.V.

"I don't look cute when I'm mad," I pouted while walking back over to the couch.

After a good fifteenth minute of confusion, I figured out the demonic device and proceeded to type out her name.

"Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford," I said out loud. "Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Medford." However, when she appeared on the screen, I dropped the remote out of pure shock. I froze out of sadness, confusion, and angry, Lizzy. My Lizzy. Why? Why her?

To be continued

What did Ciel see that was so shocking? Does it have to do with Sebastian? Dumdumdum duummmm