Chapter Nine
Ciel spent most of the next day sitting on the padded window seat and staring out the window. He suspected Sebastian made sure it wouldn't open all the way, but that didn't matter when you take into account about his fear of heights. He would sit and look around, breathing in the fresh air that the basement room lacked. Mey-Rin hasn't been back since she brought him to his new room, which made him more on edge than usual. Every day while he was in the bathroom Sebastian brought him food and a book or two, something to keep him occupied throughout the day. The books were from nearly every genre, and they were slowly filling up the bookshelf that was built into the wall. Ciel considered getting out some paper to write down more specific titles or anything, but it made him more nervous, knowing that Sebastian would see the note and respond to it. It was bad enough that he was in the room a few times a day.
He missed the sketchpads and art supplies he had at home, especially with the beautiful scenery he could see outside his window. It was just begging to be drawn. There were a few quick knocks at the door, and usually Ciel would have run and hid in the bathroom, but he was too focused on the sparrow flying around outside.
"Ciel? Are you okay? I didn't hear you go into the bathroom." Sebastian asked quietly as he opened the door, holding a plate with lunch on it and a bottle of water with a few books under his arm. Ciel jumped at the sound and moved farther away from the man.
"Where is Mey-Rin?" Ciel replied quietly, too nervous for a voice any louder than a whisper. He looked down at his lap, where his hands were shaking almost imperceptibly.
"She had to take a trip to see her sister, Paula. She's sick. Mey-Rin said that she'll be back in a few days, at most a week." Sebastian told him, setting down the food and books on the desk. He avoided eye contact with the teenager, desperate to not scare him any further. "Is there anything else you need?" He asked, almost as quiet as Ciel.
"Can I have a sketchpad please? And maybe some pencils?" Ciel responded, wanting to take back the question more than anything. What if Sebastian became angry and started hitting him again? Or worse… No, Ciel thought. Don't think of that.
"Of course. I always have some empty pads lying around. I didn't expect you to be an artist, though." Sebastian was less stiff now on account of being more in his element, talking about art. He truthfully expected Ciel to be more into writing with the way he devoured the books he brought him.
"Top of the class in school. The teacher stopped giving me set assignments, as long as I turned in something." Ciel blushed, remembering walking down the hallway to class and noticing almost all of the display cases were containing his work.
"You must be very good. I'll get you the supplies. Anything else?" He asked again, trying to keep from thinking of how adorable Ciel was when he was blushing like that. Ciel shook his head and made a motion like pulling sleeves down over his hands, but it was useless since he was in a t-shirt. "There is a hoodie in the closet there, but it used to be mine so it'll be big on you." Sebastian pointed to the closet and the teenager blushed lightly again from Sebastian noticing his habit.
"Thank you." Ciel whispered and watched Sebastian leave the room, the door remaining open. He went to the closet and saw a black, gray, and red hoodie on a hanger with paint stains on the ends of the sleeves. Like Sebastian said, it was an extra-large in men's sizes, two or three sizes too big, just how the teenager preferred. He loved wearing sweatshirts and zip-up hoodies where the sleeves hung over his hands and the hem almost reached his knees. Alois said it made him look more adorable than he already was, a comment that annoyed him to no end.
He unzipped it and put it on, already loving how it wasn't quite small enough to go over both his shoulders, making one of the sleeves hang over one. He zipped it up and sat back down on the window seat, pulling his legs up to rest his chin on his knees. He smiled slightly at the familiar warmness, the expression not leaving his face as Sebastian walked back into his room holding a sketchpad and set of pencils. "Here you go, sketch pad and pencils. I see you found the hoodie, I hope you like it. If there is anything else, don't hesitate to ask me." Sebastian told him quietly, not noticing his heart skip a beat at the beautiful teenager.
"Thank you…Sebastian." Sebastian smiled at the sound of his name coming from the usually nervously silent Ciel.
"No problem. Just…I'm sorry." He mumbled before leaving and closing the door. Ciel picked up the new sketchpad Sebastian left him and opened it up to the first page, doodling with one hand and eating his lunch with the other. He looked down at the page when he was done eating and was shocked to find the likeness of Sebastian staring back at him and smiling.
Hello, I'm back! I have returned from Disney World and slept for 13 hours, so I could be ready to write this chapter. I apologize if it seems kinda filler-y again, and that it's a little on the short side. I'm on the short side so I don't mind it much.
If you like Hetalia fanfiction (more specifically, Russia X Canada) I'd really appreciate it if you checked out my other fic that is recently updated, Arranged By The Parents
Song of the Chapter: The Denial Twist by the White Stripes.
Until next time