Chapter 9: Murder
"I can't believe this," Ciel muttered as he scowled at Sebastian. "Are you saying that anyone who makes you happy—for whatever reason—is able to get you to hump them?" he questioned and sat up, feeling uncomfortable in his sticky pants.
"Well," Sebastian started and leaned on the headboard, "not exactly. I mean, I wouldn't just do this to the person who gives me my paycheck at the end of each month. Let's say, I'm not completely sure."
Ciel sighed and slumped his shoulders. "What do you mean by you're not sure? What you're saying doesn't make much sense."
"Listen, I already told you that I'm not good with people," Sebastian said. "If that's so, it's obvious that I don't know how to handle you. For some reason I'm fond of you."
Raising a brow, Ciel looked down. "Hmm... That's awkward as well. Can't you express yourself? Aren't the people from the city supposed to know how to talk to just about anyone?"
"No, most of us are used to just working." The demon wrapped one arm around Ciel's shoulders and pulled him to his side. "Let's face it, you enjoyed it as well, didn't you?"
Ciel felt heat surfacing his cheeks. "I guess I can't deny it, but that doesn't mean that you can do that whenever you want. Now, I want to get some rest just like the doctor said. And I have to take a shower... Again."
"Oh, that." Sebastian chuckled slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I have to take one too, and I only have one bathroom, so we should take a shower toge—" he was cut off by a punch to his crotch, making him wince.
"You might have a happy moment again, so no," Ciel told him, his eyes narrowed. He jumped out of bed. It got so uncomfortable that he had unbutton and unzip his pants. "What am I going to wear now? I can't wash these every time and wear the same thing."
Sebastian shrugged. "My assistant will bring more clothes for you," he said and noticed Ciel's alarmed expression. "Don't worry, he will leave everything at the doorstep."
Nodding, Ciel walked around the bed and went to the exit. "So... what now?" He stopped close to the door, looking forward.
"Now?"
Ciel mumbled, "Yes, if you're going to tell the one who you call a bitch that you want to cancel everything, what will I do here?"
Sebastian pursed his lips and gazed at Ciel's back. "Just... stay here. We'll figure something out later."
"Sounds good to me," Ciel said and walked out of the room. He closed the door and couldn't help but to smile even a bit.
After a quick shower, Ciel opened the bathroom door, covered with a towel around his hips and his hair still dripping. He almost jumped once he noticed Sebastian right next to him, a pile of folded clothes in his hands. "Man, don't scare me like that!" He slid his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Are those for me?" Sebastian nodded eagerly. "And... where did you get them?"
"My assistant came over while you were in there," Sebastian said and handed the clothes to Ciel. "It wouldn't be good if you wore your old clothes again. By the way, looking at you right now is... making me kind of happy."
"I'll pretend I just didn't hear that last sentence. Okay. Thanks. Bye." Ciel went back to the bathroom and got changed. Sebastian's assistant could have tried to harass him earlier today because he had to go get the clothes for him in such short notice. Most likely, since he couldn't refuse his boss, Undertaker had went for the one who the clothes were bought for.
Ciel stepped out of the bathroom again, this time fully clothed. He wore a black t-shirt under a blue fitted sweatshirt, and sweatpants to match. The home shoes Sebastian had given him were white and rather comfortable, and looked new. He opened the door and got startled again by Sebastian leaned on the wall. "Not again! Anyway, I don't want you to buy things for me if I already stopped working. I have to do some sort of work."
"Like I said, we'll figure that out later," Sebastian chuckled. "I want you to meet someone." He leaned closer to Ciel so he could whisper. "The bitch is here. I think that our practice will come in handy."
Ciel stared at him. "S-She's here?" he almost shouted and quickly closed his mouth with his hand. "When did you call her?" he muttered.
Sebastian raised a brow. "I never told you that it's a she." He grinned at Ciel's stare. "Come on, we have to get rid of him as soon as possible. It will lift a big weight from my shoulders."
"I see..." Ciel's hand was held and he got nearly dragged downstairs. What if the bitch was a jealous demon and tried to murder him? He began to shake and squeezed Sebastian's hand, who stopped abruptly. "Something might go wrong," he mumbled.
"Don't worry," Sebastian said with a wide grin. "I know him for a while and he won't do anything."
Ciel had a bad feelings about all this. He nodded once and followed the demon down the staircase. He noticed someone seated on the couch. The bitch had red hair that waved down the back of the couch and almost reached the floor.
Sebastian took a deep breath. "Grell, this is Ciel, the one who's with me now. I can't marry you, so you have to understand. This is what I called you here for," he said as they approached the couch.
As the one called Grell turned around, Ciel stopped. He widened his eyes. The redhead's eyes behind those black-framed glasses were green and yellow. Ciel turned his eyes just slightly down and looked at a smirk from ear to ear, sharp teeth glinting with the light.
"Sebas-chan, you didn't call me here to propose?" Grell growled under his breath as he stood. "And now you have some brat as your boyfriend?" he shouted and jumped over the couch. "You brat... how dare you take Sebas-chan from me?!"
Ciel froze in place. Grell took a chainsaw out of nowhere and Ciel's jaw dropped. The word 'Murder' repeated itself in his mind like an echo as Grell charged toward him, the chainsaw ready to cut him in half. Unlike Sebastian had told him, Ciel needed to worry after all.
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