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"Sebastian! Sebastian, you'd better come back now!" Ciel shouted at the top of his lungs in an attempt to find his butler, sadness and a sense of loss fueling him to the point where he was infuriated at the world. The young lady who was helping him had said that calling for him wouldn't help, but that wasn't about to stop him. She too, yelled for the man they were looking for, but was nowhere near as loud at Ciel. Or as desperate.
The little demon shouted until his throat was hoarse. And even then he didn't stop. He had gone around with the girl, who had introduced herself as Laura ((Generic, no?)) earlier, for over forty-five minutes, and they still had only covered about half of the park. And there was always to possibility that the pair had missed Sebastian. And who was to say he was in the park anyways?
Ciel was beginning to lose hope that he'd ever find his demon, for if Sebastian wished to see him again, he would have heard his cries by now. Sebastian wouldn't be found unless he wanted to be. Twas the nature of their games. Though they hadn't played hide and seek like this for a long time; Ciel had forgotten how much he hated it, chasing after his love like a lost puppy. Upon realizing this, the small demon suddenly topped walking and his fists unclenched. If Sebastian didn't want to be found… then why was he still looking? To take him back? To take him back as a butler, even if he hated it? That's still all Sebastian truly was, a butler, a servant, a demon forced into serving a human for eternity.
Laura slowly came to a stop as well, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the boy who had fallen far behind, "Ciel, are you coming? Don't worry, we'll find him soon. He can't be far away."
Slowly, carefully, he shook his head, "No…" he whispered, "I'm done."
His vision turned hazy with sudden tears, and the only thing he recognized was [name] taking his hand tenderly and leading him over to sit on a nearby park bench, then a gentle hand on his back, steadying him as he swayed.
"Ciel, we'll find him. Don't give up yet, we haven't even finished looking."
But Ciel shook his head, blinking the tears out of his eyes, "No, we- we're done. He doesn't want to come back anyways. Th- There's no point anymore." With shaking fingers, he took off the glittering silver engagement ring from his finger and set it on the bench beside him, though he was careful not to let it fall between the wood pieces. He didn't want to let it get too far away from him just yet, though he hated to admit it. He wiped at his eyes gently, "I- I thank you for your help, but… But if he hasn't come to find me yet… He won't be coming a- at all."
"Don't say that yet, we've hardly looked at all, of course we can find him," She offered a gentle smile, "And there's always the possibility that we simply missed him. We can always- Oh, come now, don't cry, it'll be okay." She reached over and put her hand softly on his, but Ciel pulled his hand away, and brought it up to cover his face, quietly crying.
Laura pulled Ciel closer and held him close to her, hoping that the child would calm down and continue searching. Unfortunately, her attention only made it worse. Memories of being held by a certain raven-haired demon ran through Ciel's mind, of those long nights filled with comforting words and chaste kisses meant to protect him from the thoughts of his nightmares, his biggest fears. He began to cry harder, and tried to fight the girl's hold on him before realizing it was futile.
Just like when he was with- when… when he was with…
"No, no, don't cry, it's alright, it's okay, we'll find him. Come now, Ciel, crying won't help. You know, I'm sure he's by the-"
"Excuse me, my lady?" A far too formal voice interrupted her, low and soothing, one Ciel had heard many times during his emotional breakdowns, "Please forgive me, but I'll take over from here.
