Song: Still Doll ( Male Version) By Kanon Wakeshima
Sebastian felt a cruel smile curl his lips as he watched his master sleep. Ciel had a nightmare- so fragile these humans were! - And Sebastian felt the need to stay by his side. That little urge of his confused him, though. None-the-less, he quieted that particular little question of a simple "why?" with what he thought was the answer: It would be the most efficient thing to stay by his little bocchan, as he didn't sleep anyhow. It would save time if he woke up.
He stared more intently at Ciel's face, pale and glowing in the moonlight of a disturbed pair of curtains. This particular little master had blue glass marbles for eyes, and it both disturbed and delighted the demon. He was much too young to have such eyes… Those eyes, so delightful… a tongue threatened to slip out and lick perfect lips. What kind of dream do they see? Are…fascinated with…?
A chuckle quickly smothered rumbled in Sebastian's chest- just for a moment. Then his amusement dimmed, and a cold cruel little shred of amusement remained in his heart, as usual. This little master…he does not know happiness, and Sebastian worked every minute to make sure he stayed the same way he was now. None-the-less…he smiled because of it. Was it wrong that a demon smiled while the child stared at you with such cold, unforgiving eyes? Was it wrong that really, deep, deep down…he smiled such an evil smile for him?
Sebastian was unforgiving, he was a demon. But he…felt sorry for Ciel at times, delighting in moments of silent rebellion inside his head. Ciel would not like to hear that his butler felt pity, no he would not. But he would never know, would he? To those wonderful glass eyes, down to his demonic last hair…he belonged to his master. Until the contract was fulfilled, it would remain so. And they would play with each other like little rag dolls. Ruthlessly.
Continuing with his thoughts, his eyes traced every inch, every crevice over Ciel's body- or what available to the demon- easing boredom. Suddenly, he noticed that his master's lips were a lovely peach. A smirk quirked his lips. With those fruitful lips- to whom does love cast away? Is…lamented? Although no one would lament for him. Sebastian made sure of that.
A rise of uneasiness rose in his unbeaten heart, protesting wildly that no one would lament for his precious master. He ruthlessly squashed it. No, already…the song to love can't- couldn't- be sung by either of them. It was a matter of pride…
He cast his wine-red eyes upon the lids of his young master's face, where it hid glass-blue eyes. Still…he did not answer…?
Me: Sowwy for not updating. Also, sorry this is so danged short. I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I own this fanfic where I get rid of my frustration. and any merchandise I may buy and crap.