Rain fell in heavy sheets through the all encompassing dark of night. It was not the light, lazy English rain that only fell enough to keep the sun hidden. It was fast, dense and cold, sucking away any hope of warmth, chilling the air.
Ciel stood in his room, looking out the window. He was thinking, not even attempting to see anything through the black storm. I wonder if-
Black-clad arms lifted him easily from the window seat. He looked up at the tall figure. The fiery gaze met his own, admonishing.
"The young master shouldn't be resting within that window's chill aura. You're going to get-"
"Do you like me?" The child gazed openly at him, waiting for a response. He didn't get one. Sebastian just went quiet, placing him on the edge of the bed. His face had gone blank. Ciel waited, somewhat impatiently, fidgeting with the deep blue ring he had recently taken to wearing.
The demon only continued, as if nothing had happened. But he was quiet, and that was strange, because Sebastian always answered him. He waited a bit longer.
"Do you hate me?" Ciel questioned, voice steady but curious. Dark brows shot up, and gloved hands stilled. There was a long pause.
"Is that what you think?" the sweet shadowed voice whispered in reply. Then louder, "You think I hate you?"
"You are a demon." the sapphire child stated matter-of-factly. "Could you even feel anything but utter contempt for humans?" Sebastian waited, regarding him quietly. "But," he muttered, looking down at his twisting hands, "I don't... want you to hate me."
But I do. Or I should. I want to hate you. I need to hate you. I'm supposed to hate you. I am but your slave until such time as I receive my payment. I should only be interested in how you can benefit me.
Some dark devine, like a fallen angel. How in all of hell could a child have affected me so? This couldn't have happened. I am above mortal trivialities. I am not a slave to their frolicking, pointless weaknesses.
What have I done?
"No."
It had been three days since the question. In fact, it had been three days since any conversation at all had taken place. Ciel was sitting turned away from his desk in the study, sipping lightly from a teacup. At the sound of that voice, it fell from his hands. Slender gloved hands caught the piece before it shattered. Sapphire eyes stared blankly at the glimmering china.
"No?" he mumbled, still gazing absently at the cup.
"I don't hateyou." Not for lack of attempt, he added silently. Ciel's eyes met his own, as if looking for something.
"But you want to." As he spoke, he smiled, small and sad.
"Perhaps if I pray." he commented lightly.
"And the words burn you."
"But I can't stay away."
"From me." Sebastian returned the smile, though his was less sorrowful.
"Not anymore." he said, and he pressed his cool lips to the child's small mouth. When Ciel gasped, he only smirked, using the opportunity to further the kiss.
My only obligation is to you.