Now the rising action is finally happening! Yay! Ok you know the drill, this isn't mine, Raiya is, and if you don't like it stop reading obviously, but if you do, ENJOY : )
**Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler or anything associated with it. I only claim my OC Raiyalin Kaptoire.
**Warning: lots of OOC-ness and an OC
**Rated: T-(Supernatural, dark themes, some violence, & mild sensuality)
Chapter 11-That Butler, Deciding
Sebastian was battling himself. He had to obey his master, but to do that, he'd have to kill Raiya, but he loved Raiya and he couldn't kill her because he loved her, but he had to obey Ciel . . . his head spun in circles. He sat at an expansive desk, made of glossed cherry wood. His long black fingernails tapped against the expensive desk in a loud, steady rhythm. He sat there all day, determined to find a solution. He sat there still, when hours had passed. He had come up with nothing! How could this be? He became so single-minded and frustrated he became mildly delusional.
He imagined Ciel leaning casually on his walking stick in one corner of the room, with his body and soul in one piece. He imagined Raiya sitting daintily on the floor in the other corner, holding a light green parasol above her head.
He heard them speak in overlapping creepy, echoing voices. Ciel's was strong and steady, and Raiya's was soft, but determined.
"Sebastian," Ciel boomed.
"Sebastian," Raiya spoke with a lilt.
"This is an order!" The Earl's words reverberated off the walls.
"I'd love you to come back here!" Raiya's voice countered Ciel's.
"You need me! I know it!" Ciel said.
Raiya continued, "I need you! Help me!"
"Free me!" Ciel shouted intensely, almost whining like a child.
"Don't kill me." Raiya said quietly, but there was a harsh edge in her voice that cut right through the demon.
They called simultaneously, "Please!"
Then it all ended and the images appeared to fade into thin air. Sebastian fell out of his chair, and groaned when he hit the hard wood floor. Ugh, what was this? He was never clumsy!
"Damnit," he cursed as he put ice on his head. But at least he knew what he had to do now. He had at last come to a decision. Or in reality, he hadn't ever had a choice to begin with. In the end, he would always stay true to what he knew had to be done, and that was that. But now he had a tough job of saying goodbyes. The butler prepared himself for the daunting task ahead of him. He had to find that godforsaken idiot shinigami before nightfall.
Grell had been about to retire for the day when that beautiful demon Sebastian showed up. Grell had been about to shut his bedroom door when a foot kicked in and stopped it. Grell turned slowly, and when he saw those dark eyes, that long hair, he started jumping up and down.
"Oohh, Sebby-CHAN! Did you come for a little night time visit? To my bedroom too, no less! Heh heh heh!" Grell got way too excited. Well, he, she, whatever, Sebastian thought, has officially lost it.
"Funny," the butler deadpanned, "No, I'm here regarding the soul of . . . "he trailed off trying to hide his emotions, "Miss Raiyalin Marie Kaptoire."
"Oh, how boring. I don't want to talk about souls!" Grell cried, "I want some nights working a different job, if you know what I mean!" Sebastian snorted in disgust.
"Please refrain from bringing up any more sensual innuendos and causing me to barf and listen to my dilemma." Grell sighed.
"Oh, you're no fun. But cold, cold as always! Oh Sebby!"
"Grell, do you need me to remind you of the time you had scissors for a scythe?" Sebastian asked sweetly.
"Er, no" Grell blushed, "that's ok. Fine, so the soul?"
"Yes, the soul will be ready to reap tomorrow night. Be ready." Sebastian turned to leave. "And . . . do what you can to save it." The door slammed in Grell's smiling face.
"Wait, Sebby! I can't just save it . . . why? Explain!" Grell ran out after him, but he had already long disappeared. Yet the ever stubborn Grell still called out confused, "Hello? Sebby-chan?"
TBC . . .
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