Chapter 10

Sebastian POV

"Sebastian?" I looked up from kneading the dough I was preparing to the door of the kitchen. No one was in the door way but I could see Finny's shadow, as he hid behind the wall. Sighing at this, I wonder what had happened this time.

"What's wrong Finny?" He just stood there. He didn't move or make a sound for several minutes.

"Can you come here?" He whispered out, peaking around the corner, so I could only see one of his blue eyes. Wiping my hands clean of flour: I made my way over to him. I'd found that arguing with him to come in instead would be a waste of time.

"What's wrong Finny?" Finny had his back towards me, as he gripped the end of his shirt, like he was trying to pull it down.

"Sebastian…my clothes…" His voice was shaky and nervous sounding. Sigh.

"Turn around Finny. I don't have all day." I looked at him sternly, giving him a direct order. He tensed up, looking over his shoulder at me. He looked too frightened to disobey my order. Slowly he turned. I looked at him questionably on what is wrong. His clothes looked fine. There were no stains or rips in them, what was the problem?

"What's wrong with them?" He let go of the ends of his shirt, and I saw it ride up a little. His swollen stomach was peaking out from under it.

"My stomach… It won't stop growing." I could see tears building up in his eyes. He had a guilty look on his face as if he did something wrong. I wiped away the tear that was about to fall before forcing him to look at me.

"Finny, this is perfectly normal." Placing my hand on his stomach. Something hit into my hand; I looked down at the area bewilder.

"It keeps doing that too. It not turning into a demon is it?" Finny looked down at me, scared. I couldn't help but smile at his naïve mind.

"No, Finny." I grabbed his hand, placing in the spot my hand laid before. "It's just kicking." I smiled at his bewilder face. "It's letting you know it's alive." Slowly I saw a smile form on his face as his hands wrapped around his stomach, searching for the active spots. Soon his smile fell as he pulled his shirt down.

"What about my clothes?" I sighed at this. This kid really is naïve, but I guess it can't be helped since he lived most of his life in a cage. "I'll just have to get you larger clothes. Your baby is going to continue to grow; you still have three months to go. You're only going to get bigger."

"But I'm already so big. How can I get any bigger?" I could hear panic in his voice. I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He was small for being six months. The image of the small boy falling over thanks to a huge stomach kept replaying in my head.

"Don't worry, I'll get you some looser clothes tonight." Holding his face, I smiled at him. "Let's see if we can find something for you to wear for today." Surprisingly there were no spare clothes that would fit Finny in the entire mansion. I guess since the mansion burned down a few years ago, there was no need to replace clothes nobody wears. I ended up giving the boy a spare work shirt I had. Gently pulled the expensive shirt around his swollen belly, showing him how to gently button the shirt with out ripping the buttons off.

"Are you sure about this?" He looked at me unsure of the idea.

"Yes. We need to hide your stomach from Master Ceil. If it's poking out noticeably he'll start to question what's happening to you." I concentrated on finishing the last button.

"I could just avoid him." Finny suggested. But how long would that work for? He's supposed to greet the master every morning and in the evening. How are we going to hide his growing stomach? He just looked down at me, waiting for a reply.

"It's better we play it safe than sorry. Remember you're supposed to protect Ceil here. If he suspects that you are incapable of doing that, he might just throw you out, or force you to get rid of the baby." His arms immediately went around his stomach, looking at me, terrified.

"What's going to happen after my baby is born? He can't do anything to hurt me or the baby right?"

Sigh.

"I honestly do not know. We will have to play it out and see. We will have to hide the baby from him for a while." He looked down at me unsure with those damn innocent eyes.

Cringe.

"Finny." Placing a hand on his cheek to bring his attention back to me. "Everything will be fine." He leaned into my hand wanting the comfort. "As long as I'm here, you two will be safe." He moves towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looked down at him confused at first before realizing what he was doing. A small smile forms on my lips, as I return a hug to him.

'Would someone please remind me why I gave myself up to be a child's butler, even for just one damn soul? This soul better be worth it.' I walked along the dark British streets back to the mansion. I must have had five child prostitutes come up to me, begging to give their bodies away just for a little bit of money. A few of them were pregnant.

'Pregnant kids.' I couldn't help but think of Finny. 'That's where he came from and that's where he how could have ended up. A pregnant kid, living on the streets; trying to survive any way possible.'

Sigh.

I passed by a local pub, and decided to go in for a drink. I may not need human substance to survive, but it's nice to get a little buzz every once in a while and forget all these worries at the moment. Alcohol, the only good thing humans have ever invented. Stepping into the bar I quickly notice I must have been the only one there dressed in nice, expensive clothes, regardless of the fact that they were a butler's. All eyes were immediately on me. Sigh, there's going to be a few busted mouths tonight. I order myself a glass of rum and sat in the darkest corner I could find, watching the imbeciles make fools of themselves. Oh look there's the governor with a few child prosecutes. Wasn't that man over there at bochan's party last month? Note to self never invite that vermin again. Oh, there's Nina Hopkins exploring some girl's throat…wait…is that Maylene in her assassin's outfit? I'm going to need another glass. As long as no one recognizes me it'll be all be good and I won't need to get wasted. There's the iceman, the milkman, oh there's Bard…twitch…Don't tell me Tanaka and Finny are here too. The entire point of coming here was to get away from those morons. And Bard already looks wasted and it's not even 10 at night. Slowly sipping my rum watching these fools with amusement. I'm just hoping I won't have to save Maylene and Ms. Hopkins from the group of men that are now staring at them hungrily. Something shined from Maylen's leg from under her long coat. Looking closely at the object I realized it was her custom made pistol she always hid under her clothes just incase she ever got into a tight spot. I smirked to myself, that woman won't need any rescuing. Ms. Hopkins might find that attractive, or she just might have a fetish for girls with guns. I cast my eyes down, looking into my drink, only lifting them when a figure walked by. Oh it's the milkman again and he has his hands a small blond girl.

Hmmmm.

Maybe Finny was telling the truth when he kept claiming that the milkman wouldn't stop touching him.

"I'LL KILL YOU GENERAL!" My eyes shot over the familiar voice. Bard had his hands wrapped around a scruffy old man's neck. Everyone in the bar just stopped and stared. The bar tender just continued to clean his glass cups without a care for the scene taking place. Some people cheered, watching it like it was entertainment to all of these vermin. I scowled at this, getting up from my dark corner; I made my way to the drunken annoyance.

"I'LL KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I stood behind Bard waiting to see if he would feel my presences. He didn't, he's either to drunk or just being too stupid to ignore me.

Sigh,

Having enough of the scene in front of me and the old man was turning blue, I plucked Bard off of him with one hand. He kicked and scream and yelled profanity as I slowly dragged him out the bar by his collar.

"YOU KILLED HIM! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR BELL-END* RIGHT OFF-OW!" Dragging him down the stairs to hopefully shut him up or to knock him out, unfortunately that didn't work. Slowly I took the long way back the mansion with Bard being drag behind me, hoping he swallowed enough toxic to knocking out before we make back the mansion. Bochan would not be pleased to hear all this profanity coming from one of his servants.

"YOU HELPED HIM TOO YOU BASTARD!" Twitch, if he keeps yelling this story of killing someone, I will drown him in that river that is right through those trees.

"Bardory! Will you shut up!" I gave off my best killing intent to hopefully get him to just to freeze up with fear.

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU BLOODY WANKER*!" Twitch, it didn't work. He's past just being wasted. I hate Americans, so rude, no manners, ill educated, lacking proper annunciation, lazy, horrible fashion- is it legal to consider Americans inhumane? 'Stay calm Sebastian, you can't kill the horrible chef. Even if his food is deadly and blows up the kitchen at least twice a day. Why do we keep him around again? I could just find another person that can work a gun looking for a simple job as a chef.' Sigh.

"YOU HOMOPHOBIC BASTARDS!" sigh, wait what? I stared down at the fake chef. Isn't he homophobic? That's it!

I looked down at the ground at a hand size rock. Picking it up before he could utter another word. I smashed the rock into his head knocking him out. Why didn't I do this earlier?

Bard POV

"Ow…" My head hurts. I must have drank a little too much but I usually don't feel like someone slammed a hammer into my head. Rubbing my head where the pain was throbbing from, I found a large bump there and it felt a little sticky. I pulled back my hand, I could smell copper on them. Closing my eyes with a sigh, I must have gotten into another fight. I smelled the sweet scent of coffee under my nose. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down to see a white mug of steaming coffee with a white-gloved hand handing it to me. I followed the arm to see Sebastian looking down at me with a stern look. I took the drink gratefully; I could tell he was mad about something. Most likely something I did while I was wasted. Hopefully I didn't say anything that wasn't meant for other's to hear. I took a large gulp of the caffeine drink and lit my cigarette.

"I did something stupid again, didn't I?" My gaze stayed down at my feet, Sebastian stood next to me. I could tell he was glaring down at the top of my head. "What did I do?"

"You tried strangling a man and you kept yelling about someone being killed." His voice had no emotion in it. I hate it when it's like that. That's when he's at his scariest. "And you called me Homophobic." My eyes widen at that part. "Mind telling me who was killed that you felt such a need to go out and try to kill and prove something." 'I hate him. Especially when he has that smirk on his face. I want to rip it off, stupid British people, they think they're so perfect with their high society and fake wooden teeth.'

"Like I said," His voice wake me from my thoughts, I stared up at him, unsure of what he was going to do. "Do we have to this the hard way?" 'That damn smirk.' Sigh.

"It was my lover who was killed." I took a long drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke in my lungs before releasing it slowly.

"What does that have to do with the General killing her? Women are not allowed near base camps for their safety." He looked down at me confused.
"Well, he wasn't exactly signed up as a female, he fooled all of us for a while but he was the best partner I could have had." Rubbing my temples, this story was confusing and I never told anyone what had happen.

"So, you are gay." Sebastian looked down at me in shock. I just took another drag of my cigarette; this story is going to take up all my cigarettes.

"Kinda, but not really. He had a girl's body so I guess you can't really say gay but at the same time he had passed himself off as a male even after I found out the truth. So I guess it was a gay relationship. I didn't really think about it at the time." I rubbed my head from the headache the confusion gave me.

"If It was a girl cross-dressing, then it wasn't a gay relationship." Sebastian sighed crossing his arms.

"You don't understand." I rested my head in my hands. It was more like a gay relationship than anything else. You couldn't understand the way he made me feel, and the different positions we found ourselves in every night in our tent. He was a guy, he never called himself a female, or would fall for feminine things, I tried so many times to set up things that make it obvious that he was really a girl but he never fell for them. He wasn't a good actor, he just was a real guy in a female body. He shared a tent with me the moment the two of us were put on the same squad. I didn't know his secret for almost a year. Until the one day I something I wasn't supposed. He didn't know I saw him wrapping up his breast, he didn't know for a good half a year I knew his secret. At first I tried to expose him. To show everyone that our best soldier next to me was really a girl, but he manage to get out of every trap I threw him in, then slowly I found myself defending him secretly making sure no one else would walking in on his secret. I didn't want anyone to hurt him, or have him be dishonorable discharged when the higher ups found out. He became more than my roommate, my partner, he became my lover. I told him two months into our relationship that I knew the truth. He was shocked that I knew, he ranted he was a guy, he was boy to me for weeks. He was a guy, a cute guy I fell in love with a guy I could actually have a family with and no one could say shit about. He wasn't British he was American like me. He got transferred onto the British fleet to help with the war at the time. He was small, but he was strong and skill full and extremely dominate. We kept it as a secret for almost a year but someone found out. I don't know how they found out. But one of the other soldiers found out he was gay, some how they didn't realize I was also. I remember coming back from a training session, seeing him being dragged like a dog through the mud. His body was littered with bruises, his right arm looked broken. Soldiers were laughing, pointing and spitting on him. They tied him to a post and took turns slamming a wooden paddle into his back. The Generals just turned the other way. All I could do was watch. If I defended him, they would realize that I was his lover. I stood still, just watching from the back in silence. His back was facing towards me, he never knew I was there watching and not defending him. When he unable to scream or move anymore, they cut him down, and at first they just start to remove his uniform, but then they started to get more daring and started to strip him of everything. That's when they found out he had a female body. When the commotion of the discovery reached the Generals, they just looked at him in disgust.

"No one outside this camp is to know. Destroy and get rid of that vermin." The General smoked through his pipe, just staring at him before turning on his heel and leaving him. I left with my head down after that, I couldn't watch as they tore his body to shreds, throwing it over to no man land.

"I am gay and I was in a relationship with a man who was in the wrong body." Looking sternly into Sebastian's eyes. Sebastian just gave me that damn smirk he always has.

"But you were so against Finny to be gay, you were ready to hurt him. You gay people are supposed to be recruiting the kids into being gay." My eyes widen at that stereotype. I hate that people claim that. Who would want a kid to live this life? Scared to death of someone finding out and risking getting killed.

"I rather him be safe than happy." I looked sternly at him, before walking into the mansion. "And Sebastian." He looked over at me. "We were all once kids too. No one recruited us." I walked through doorway, down to the servants quarters.

When I entered our room, I couldn't help but stare at Finny's sleeping form. I sat on the bed next to him. I ran a hand threw his golden locks. He reminded me of him. Finny is as small as he was and scrawny too, except for the bulge in his stomach. Sigh.

"I don't know what's wrong with you Finny, but I swear I'll figure this out and save you. I don't know what lies they've been telling you, but there's no way it's possible that you're pregnant. Unless you're not telling us something, but I know you're not. I'll get you to a doctor as soon as I can sneak you away so we can find out what's really going on in there." I ran a hand through his hair one last time before turning towards my bed for the night.

I know it's short and horrible, but I have an awesome chapter planned out for chapter 11. Chapter 11 is going to sound like I'm going to be on crack. And some of the slang in there was old british slang.