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"ACHOO!"
Sebastian sighed softly as he wiped Ciel's nose. He was beginning to worry since his pet has been sick for days. At first, he thought it was just a sneeze. But then it turned into a cold. Since demons of every kind are more superior than humans, they have a less chance of getting sick. If so, it will only last for a few days. The demon lord bit his lip when Ciel whined as he turned to his side and lifted the soft comforted up to his head.
The red-eyed man was about to stand when a small hand grabbed his sleeve. He sadly looked at the teary eyes looking up at him. He sat back down on the chair and placed his hand on his pet's burning forehead.
"Dearest little one, I'm just going to contact a doctor. If not, then your sickness will get even worse."
Hesitantly, Ciel slowly let go of the large hand and gripped the thick sheets. He then whined as he looked up at his master with big, moistened sapphire eyes. Sebastian's eye twitched as he wiped away a trickle of blood that came out from his nostrils using a handkerchief.
Dr. Arthur Conan Doyle, a professional doctor and author, has never thought that he would be meeting the demon lord. He gulped and knocked on the door. The large mahogany wood opened and a maid with magenta hair and big round glasses greeted him.
"W-welcome to t-the M-Michaelis M-manor, sir! P-please f-follow me."
Arthur nodded and followed the klutzy maid. He took in the sight of the large building. The decor was both elegant and gothic, the color theme raging from black to grey and red to dark blue. The maid, Mey-rin, led him up the large stairs and down the halls. The doctor felt like it was a never-ending hall. That is, until Mey-rin stopped in front of a dark wooded double door. Knocking softly, the maid nervously called out.
"M-my lord, S-Sir Arthur i-is he-"
The maid didn't get to finish her sentence when she jumped when the one of the door instantly opened to reveal a tall man dressed in black. Mey-rin blushed as she scooted back behind Arthur, her face red as her hair.
"Thank you, Mey-rin. You are excused."
As soon as the maid hurried away, Arthur gulped and looked up at the man's crimson eyes. "I-it's nice to m-meet you, Lord Micha-GHA!"
Sebastian quickly grabbed the demon doctor's red tie and tugged him inside. He closed and locked the door and trapped the poor doctor against the closed doors, his hands on either side of the brown-haired demon's head.
"You are a professional doctor, yes?" Arthur nodded hastily.
"Thus, you can heal demon no matter the illness, I assume?"
Again, the doctor nodded, a bead of sweat trailed down his forehead.
"Now then, I want you to heal my most prized possession immediately."
Arthur once again gulped. "Y-yes sir!"
Sebastian stepped back and that was when Arthur got a good look at his newest patient. A small demon laying on the giant bed under the soft, black sating comforter. The young one had rare blue hair with ears that are the same color. The porcelain pale skin was paler-almost white-as the cat-eared boy breathed raggedly. The doctor then felt a tap on his shoulder and looked back, only to squeak in terror at the terrifying face of the demon lord.
"Cure. Him. Now."
"Young Ciel, please. Open up and drink the medicine." Arthur pleaded to the kitten hiding under the covers. He sighed like what any professional doctors do when dealing with unwilling children. But inside, his heart was beating like a horse in a horse race, for the demon lord was sitting next to him, arms crossed and eyes focused on the doctor.
"My lord, I don't think-"
"Do. It."
Gulping, the doctor once again held up the tablespoon filled with medicine. "Ciel! Look! A train! Choo choo~!"
But sadly, the neko hid under the pillow. Arthur sagged as he controlled his breathing when he felt the demon lord's angry aura reaching him. Then suddenly, the gears in his mind started to work.
"Ciel, look! Cake!"
Blue eyes widened from under the pillow and he bolted right up. "Ca-!"
The doctor sighed in relief as Ciel gagged dramatically, Sebastian smiling just a bit that it was unnoticeable.
A week later, Arthur rushed out of the mansion. Leaving a confused maid, cook, gardener, and a steward drinking Japanese tea.
Sebastian chuckled as he caressed his pet's face. He was sitting on his bed, his back laying against the headboard. In his arms he held a sleeping Ciel. Gone was the red, runny nose and the chalk-white complexion. He sighed in relief when Ciel smiled in his sleep and nuzzled deeper against his master's broad chest, tiny fist clenching the black fabric of his suit.
Sebastian leaned down and pressed a kiss to his kitten's forehead.
"That is the last time I will let you play in the pond."
Arthur Conan Doyle is a character who appeared in the Book of Murder. And yes. Ciel is THAT fragile to gain a serious fever when he simply played in a pond and took a long while to dry himself.
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