Entry Seven
Sebastian was surprisingly doing his normal routine while the other servants were in a deep depression with the master's retreating. The demon butler knew that he had to keep things running and would stay out of the young master's hair. Hopefully Ciel would grow tired of doing everything himself and not like it. Sebastian knew that fact but was unsure that it would come true.
"Oh Master…" Sebastian peered at a picture of the butler and the young man now grown on Ciel's work desk. Sebastian found himself looking at old reports from the queen to her loyal guard dogs and read them to himself. He widened his eyes at the latest one. He read it carefully about two to three times each, making sure every word was right. "Ciel…" He whispered to himself. The way the note read, Ciel had to do this one on his own without the help of his loyal servants, including his butler. "This must be a mistake," Sebastian told himself. He got up and started pacing the room. "Why would the queen allow such a drastic thing to go through to him?"
His thumb started rubbing at his chin in confusion, wondering what exactly he could do. A loop hole, a secret, or anything at that matter. He needed to get his master back home with his servants and most importantly, Sebastian. Soon, the butler went out from the office with the letter in his hand and found the servants in the dining hall. They all looked gloomy with food on the table. It was burnt, of course, but still it laid on the table where the master used to sit.
"What are you three doing exactly?" Sebastian asked with curiosity.
"Oh nothing sir," Meyrin replied with a sad voice.
Sebastian lifted one eyebrow up, suspicious. "Why's there Bard's burnt food on the table where the young master used to sit?"
"Oh young master!" They all cried out, their heads lifted to the ceiling, bawling out their eyes with tears. Sebastian sighed.
"Get rid of this!" Sebastian ordered, waving at it with disgust.
"What shall we do with it then, Sebastian?" Finny asked.
"Give it to Pluto or throw it out in the woods to the bears. Whatever you wish to do with it, I don't want it in my sight!" Sebastian almost hurled, covering his mouth with his gloved hand. He cleared his throat and turned away from the three other servants. His eyes shut as he spoke to them, "I'm going out."
"Out where?" Finny asked as he helped clean the table.
Sebastian didn't answer and didn't want to. "Do your duties right and carefully. I don't want to find the mansion in flames when I come back. Good day." He nodded and walked away from them. Once the doors had closed behind him, the butler covered his eyes again. He stared down at his own feet. "Master…why have you done this? Something isn't right here," Sebastian whispered. He decided to ignore Ciel's orders in years for the first time. He continued down the hallways of the manor to the doors of outside, he flew them open. The sunlight beamed down on his pale skin and black hair, his coat waving in the slight breeze.
"I'm coming for you, master," Sebastian reassured himself. Then with a dust of wind, he ran off.
Hours went by before any sign of his master, only footprints in the dusty path with mud puddles and just dirt. Sebastian carried on in search of his young master with awe of all the beauty of the forest. He slowed down his pace to a steady walk, seeing certain markings. He narrowed his eyes to find several spider-webs around him, he clenched his jaw tight.
"This isn't possible," he told himself and kept walking with ease. More and more spider-webs with Ciel's exact shoe size in the dirt of the path. "Master?" He squinted his eyes to the dark figure ahead of him. He quickened his pace and found the figure had stopped walking. It slowly turned its body slightly. Still, the butler didn't know what or who it was from the distance. He slowed his pace to let the figure know he was no harm. "Hello?" He called out.
No reply.
"Hello?" Again.
Still no movement or reply. As Sebastian slowly got closer, the figure was in a long coat with the collar up high. There was a hat to cover the identity of the person if he was closer to the figure. The stranger groaned. "Why are you here?" It was a deeper voice than expected and sounded like the figure was hiding who they really were.
"I'm in search for my master," Sebastian replied with honesty, bowing his respects.
"No need for bowing," the figure replied. "I'm in search for mine as well. Want to help me? I'm in hope he is not dead."
Sebastian's eyes grew soft and walked close to the figure who straightened up their collar so the butler couldn't see any chin or facial expressions.
"May I ask for your name?"
"Sebastian, and yours?"
The figure paused for a moment. "My name is not worth your time. You will think less of me."
"No worries for that." Sebastian gave a soft smile with face happy as he could make it.
The person nodded and replied, "Very well, I know you question my identity." The man sighed as the two began to walk. "I lost my master during a terrible time. I knew I had to find him, so I sent him a letter to meet me here. He saw me and fled. He kept running and pacing through the trees. I lost track of him."
Sebastian nodded, listening to the story. "Yes."
"I kept looking for him but he never answered my calls or cries out to him. I believe he must be afraid of spiders. Any reason, do you think for that?"
"Well, must have been during earlier childhood with one. There's several decent reasons, but I wouldn't know of the true reason," the demon butler told the stranger. "By the way, when are you going to tell me your name or your master's?"
"My master's name shall not be revealed. It could damage our relationship. Sides I don't want to hurt his heart," the stranger answered. "My name?" He took a finger up to his covered face, did something with pushing his middle finger to about his nose, then put his hand to his side. He chuckled then looked at Sebastian with still a hidden face. He reached his hand out to Sebastian. "It's Claude."
