Chapter 9 Getting There
A/N Yay, reviews! I'm happy. I just finished my first week of work, and I'm so happy it's the weekend. Now I could sleep in, but on Saturday, I woke up at 6:14am WTF Who wakes up at that time on Saturday? Even going to work I don't wake up that early. More like 6:34, but I still ended up going back to sleep several times. Also, I felt so evil writing the last chapter. Prostate exams are by far the most embarrassing things a doctor could do to a man, so painful and really awkward.
Do not own butler black

Ciel's P.O.V.

I listened to the iron screeching against the tracks and the engine chugging at a steady pace. A blurred light show danced and flickered in the window with each passing moment. My reason for waking was unclear at first, till shivers crept up my spine, realizing that my main source of heat has disappeared. An empty space on the bed was apparent.

Where could he have gone off to? I thought growing crossed. Disappearing like that, how dare he? I touched the empty spot of the bed. It was still warm, so he couldn't have gone far. I crawled out of the bed and decided to make it my quest to find him. I was still dressed in normal clothes, since I didn't change my attire earlier. After the events that had taken place, changing was the least of my concerns. I was presentable enough to venture out of the cabin and explore the rest of the train. After doing just that, I patted down my hair with my hands to make myself look semi-presentable. I slid open the door, and the bright light blinded my un-adjusted eye. I groaned, continuing my search for Sebastian.
"Where is that blasted demon?" I grumbled, acquainting myself with the rest train. I hadn't seen any people on the first two carts behind me. I advanced through two more. The next cart was more open. It had no cabin rooms. There were seats, and a person slept in one along the side window, but no Sebastian. I proceeded anyway. Near the end, there was a bar. High stools, a shiny, polished wooden counter, and a wall with alcohol stacked against it made up the room. A man, who was cleaning cups, was behind the counter near a visibly over intoxicated man. He eyed me blankly two chairs down.
"Hic . . . h-hey boii . . . why are you up s-sooooo late? Do you know . . . know the time? Are you lost?" he stuttered. He lazily stared at me with his face planted against the counter.
"I'm aware of time," I lied. I had no idea what time it was.
"Well, if you're not busy, how about I tell you a story to pass the time." He smiled at me, patting the seat beside him.
"I'm a little too old for fairy tales you know, but humor me." I chuckled, sitting beside him. This should be amusing, I thought, having a sloppy drunk man recite me bedtime stories. I listened to his stories for I'm not sure how long, then I started dozing in and out. Have you ever had someone just lodge information into one ear and it farted itself out of the other? That's what's happened to me. I just kept recycling the same four words over and over again at the correct time: "Yep," "OK," "Oh, really," and "Mmhmm." How he managed to keep a conversation going was beyond me.
"Young master!" Both the drunk and I jumped at the loud voice randomly booming. The voice came from behind us. I turned to see that it was Sebastian. He was angry as hell as he stormed towards us. "Where the hell were you? I go to the bathroom for five minutes, and you disappear. I've looked everywhere for you. Do you have any idea what time it is?" He growled, then looked up at the drunk. A deep frown leapt onto his fiery face. "And this is?" he questioned.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I've talked to him for a while," I yawned, scratching the back of my head.
"Is that so? My apologies, sir. I'll be taking the boy to retire now. It is far past his bedtime, and he will need to be fully energized for the morn." He bowed before grabbing my hand and walking down the hall to our cabin. He pushed me in and closed the door, locking it behind him.
"Please go to bed," he sighed, rubbing his forehead while kicking off his shoes.
"Will you care to join me once more?" I asked. His frown softened as he made his way over to the bed, lifting the covers and pulling me under before slipping in them himself.
"My lord, why did you leave? Anyone could have just taken you. You're still vulnerable as a demon since your only a child, but I see you quite often forget how old you really are."
"Hmph. I don't forget. I just refuse to accept it," I scoffed, earning a low chuckle from Sebastian followed by a yawn.
"I think it's safe to say you've had enough "excitement" for one day. You should honestly rest. It will be morning soon," he whispered as I snuggled closer to him.
"Sebastian," I whispered shyly. "I want to tell you something before we get off this train."
"What is it you would like to tell me?" His tone was suddenly more alert and intrigued.
"I want to tell you what happened in the doctor's office," I sheepishly whispered.
The room fell silent for a few minutes. I sat up and whispered the events that had taken place earlier that day. I told him about the pain I'd feel and how humiliating it was and how I was scared that he wasn't there. Sebastian's reaction was a predictable one. He explained a prostate to me, comforted me, and told me he would never allow anyone to violate me in such a way. They were sweet, reassuring words. He had said everything that I wanted to hear, but at the back of my mind . . .
Was it really care and compassion? Or was this still a big act he was putting on to get what he wanted and then throw me away once he was done? There's only one thing left in my body that was worth taking at this point.
I shook away the idea, convincing myself out of that train of thought. As I snuggled with Sebastian, lying on his chest, I allowed the steady breathing of his chest rising and descending to rock me to sleep. I was positive I felt him kiss my forehead, not that I really cared. It's been a long time since I'd received that kind of affection. I enjoyed it. My parents were the last people to hold me like this, I thought. I wonder if they would be mad to hear their son is a demon.
Morning~
"Sebastian?" I yawned, awaking for my slumber.
"Yes, my lord? Would you like me to prepare you a bath before breakfast?" he asked; however, I could already hear the water running, so I wasn't sure why he would say it in a question.
"Yes, that would be nice. Are we there yet?" I groaned, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, bringing the covers with me.
"My lord, that won't do. Get off the floor and come in here. We'll be there shortly," he sighed. I heard the water stop before he walked over to me to nudge my body with his foot.
"Don't kick me. I'll get up," I groaned, escaping from the blankets and sluggishly walking to the bathroom.
"You're overreacting. I poked you with my foot. That was far from a kick," he announced, placing the blankets back on the bed. I shivered at the cold titles on my bare feet, and then turned over to look at my reflection. A sudden shriek escaped my lips. I looked horrible. There were dark circles under my eyes from the night before, my hair was a mess, and my eyes had red tinges on them. This is what Sebastian has to look at when he wakes me up in the morning, I thought. No wonder he always smiling.
"What wrong?" Sebastian ran in then jumped at the sight of me.
"Really? First, I scare myself, and then I scare you too. Thanks. Do you have any idea what that's going to do to my self-esteem?" I glared then exhaled sharply, walking over to the tub. I felt the warm water that had rose petals floating on the top along with a soft layer of steam encasing them. The scent of lavender danced its way into my nose. I inhaled deeply. The intoxicating smell soothed me. Sebastian began to disrobe me as I stared at him blankly. He then assisted me into tub. The temperature eased my sore bottom. He began to wash away the grime from the day before, scrubbing away at the dried blood. Next, he relaxed me messaging my shoulders. I sunk deeper in the tub as he did so.
"Sebastian."
"Yes, my lord?"
"What's sector one like?" I asked, looking up at him.
"It's quiet nice. It's where all the wealthy people live, but I'm fairly sure I told you that though."
"That wasn't even what I wanted to ask you," I sighed, turning around to face him completely. He looked confused.
"I wanted to ask you that, if given a chance, would you leave my side, never to return again, due to not being able to consume my soul?" I'd been holding that question in for a while, and since he couldn't lie, I'd be able to know the truth. Nonetheless, he just stood there, staring back at me for what seem like hours, yet I stood by my question. I needed to know.
"I knew a question like that would come up sooner or later." He smiled and walked over to me, kneeling down and giving his answer in my ear. "If I really wanted to be separated, I would have already done it. I could have left the night before we departed from Earth, or I could have left you to the demons when you first ventured into the basement. I could have left you in sector 7 or with Sakoray in the doctor's office. I could have even left this train while you slept. I will admit, I was mad about the whole losing your soul thing at first, but I got over it. Life goes on either way. I'm happy that it is you I get to spend an eternity with. I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather be with. You see, my lord, I've grown attached to you over the years." I could feel him smiling against my ear. My face reddened. His smile widened once he felt I was getting uncomfortable.

"I'm finished here. Finish yourself off so I can dress you so we can fetch some breakfast." He arose, getting a towel from a cabinet. I did as he said, stepping out of the tub. I shivered at the cold draft, which, thankfully, didn't last long since Sebastian wrapped me with a towel. He dried me from head to toe before dressing me in normal 21st century attire.

I followed Sebastian out of the cabin. There were more people roaming around then there had been the night before. Demon children were running around and giggling.
"Hurry up, my lord," Sebastian said, waiting at the other end of the train by the door. I ran to him. When I got close enough, he began to walk again. I followed him like a lost puppy through three train carts till we reached that restaurant area I was in the night before. I guess I'd been too tried to realize that in between all those seats were tables.

I could have sworn they weren't there last night, I thought.

Sebastian picked a table next to the window. It was a booth seat with menus - one that normal restaurants displayed. Already seated at the table, Sebastian was already looking at the menu. I sat down across from him.
"Wait, you're going to eat something? I thought you could only eat souls?" He'd really looked like he was going to order something.
"There is specially modified food that looks like normal human food - and even taste the same too - that demons can eat that will fill and satisfy us. It's easier and less work to get," he said, still having his stare down with the menu.
"I can't believe I'm going to finally see you eat something. Eating and sleeping . . . What else are you going to do that I haven't seen you do?" I smiled. It was exciting.
"Aren't you going to get something? You have to be hungry. You haven't eaten anything since you transformed." He pointed to my menu as he placed his down. He'd probably figured out what he was going to order. It didn't take me long. I had seen pancakes and sausages, so I was contented. When I turned around, I saw Sebastian conversing with the waiter, but when I looked up, I saw Sakoray . . . in a dress? I was shocked and disturbed for a good ten seconds before he turned his attention to me.
"Good morning, sir. And what can I get you?" he said in a high-pitched, girly voice, acting like he didn't know me.

Really? I thought. We just met yesterday.
"Sakoray, why are you in a dress?" I was very blunt about it.
"Oh, I see you met my brother. I'm Saveatri, his twin sister," she said, still smiling.
"I find that hard to believe. You look just like him," I addressed in an annoyed tone.
"Young Master-" Sebastian snapped, but Saveatri interrupted him.
"It's fine. I get it a lot. I'm used to it. He looks just like me."
"So, that would mean you're older than him?" I asked.
"Yep."
"You should tell him about your birthdays. It's quite interesting," Sebastian chirped while smiling and sitting back in his chair.
"Huh? Oh that. OK. Sakoray and I don't share the same birthday. Do you get how that's possible?" she giggled, looking over at Sebastian.
"That isn't possible. If you're twins, wouldn't you have the same birthday?" I asked, puzzling over that statement.
"Wrong! I was born on October 24 at 11:54 pm, and he was born on October 25 at 12:25 am." She and Sebastian both laughed while I was still tried to figure that out. I understood it, but it was still confusing. After ordering, we conversed with her some more. She was a really interesting character and fun to talk to, but I still couldn't get over on how similar they looked. It was like they were mirrored.
Setting that aside, what Sebastian ate was that craziest thing I'd have ever seen. He even started to get mad at me because I was staring at him too much. We finished breakfast and made our way back to the cabin. Then, that voice called from overhead saying:
"We will be reaching sector one in five minutes."
My face was glued to the window. I stared at the beautiful landscape along with modernized homes. Upon leaving the train, Sebastian didn't give me much time to sight-see. He rushed me into what he said was a parking garage to get his car. We entered what he called an elevator - freaky moving floor of doom was what I would have called it. It closed you into a tiny, steeled box, shooting itself upwards. I literally clung on to him to whole way. When we reached the fourth floor, and I sprung out of the box, panting down on one knee. Gravity was officially my new best friend. Sebastian laughed and told me to hurry up. The car was just around the corner. I ran after him.

All of the vehicles were completely different from the cars in my time. The only similarity they had were the wheels. I was amazed at how far technology had come. Now Sebastian's car was black, typical with a sleek look. It had a horse as a hood ornament in the front as well. I got in after him. The inside of the car had red, leather seats and a ton of buttons that I had no idea what they operated. Sebastian turned on the engines and sped out the garage. He was the worst driver ever. He drove recklessly and made sharp turns. If it wasn't for my seat belt, I would have been splatted against the window by then. He stated that he was only driving fast because he was in a hurry to get back home.

Shockingly, we made it to his mansion with no fatalities. His house was huge and exotic. I'm not sure if that's a good word to use to describe a home, but I'm using it anyways. The architecture was amazing. It was modern like that glass house back in Lobal, only bigger with less glass. The gates that encased the house opened as Sebastian rolled into the property.
"I am going to dedicate this whole week to teaching you the basics of demon principles. I'll catch you up on the events you have missed in human history and show you how to operate modern technology, so you will no longer be frightened by anything that moves, flashes, or talks," he said, exiting the car and making his way up the stair case leading to his house. He took a set of keys out of his pocket.
"Oh, joy," I groaned. "Not even a foot in the door, and you already want to start teaching me stuff." I sighed heavily.
"Also, you will be most likely going through another transformation. Actually, it's more of a mock-transformation. It's usually the polar opposite of the creature you're actually going to become," he added.
I was not looking forward to anything he'd just said. Stupid Alois Trancy, I thought. I wish I'd never even heard of that name. It's his fault I'm in this mess.

I said that this chapter would be interesting, but it wasn't: adjusting chapters never is, mock-transformation. I'll have fun writing the next chapter. Poor Ciel, he has no idea what he's getting himself in to.
S.R.