Hello every! I'm not sure what time it is 12:56am on December 25th, Merry Christmas I wanted to share this chapter with you, and tell you all to please be patient with me. If I wasn't for my job this story would be almost complete. :D Incase you don't remember, this chapter is all about Sebastian and Ciel's date, and Ciel is dressed like a woman. Enjoy everyone. XD
Also, please let me know if there are any errors in this chapter. Thank you!
Chapter 12
By the time we made it to our destination the sun had vanished from the sky until tomorrow. He decided on taking me to an Italian restaurant, I wonder why he chose this place? Has he been here with other dates, is it because of the low lighting? That's my idea at least..
"Let me ask you this first," he said to me once we had taken out seats and ordered our drinks, "why the fuck are you wearing that?"
"I don't want to be recognized." I whispered.
"What?"
"The media." I whispered and he nodded in response. Being a celebrity really does have it's disadvantages.
" I really don't care if the media claims me as a fag."
"Lower your voice." I said to him almost like a hiss,"You'll blow my cover!"
"But I just said-"
"I heard what you said! But I don't want to ruin MY reputation!" Without knowledge, or care, that I interrupted him from speaking, I talked to him with a hushed volume. "Do I have to order you to keep your voice down, huh?!"
"Whatever you may wish it shall be my command, young mistress." After rolling my eyes at such ridiculous remark I sighed and redeemed my composure.
"Thank you." It was silent after that and for a few moments the only noise we heard was from those around us. We stayed in this silence until our waiter returned and took our meal orders.
"Well." The demon said to me.
"Well." I said right back to him.
"I asked you to come here with me so we could know each other better." I nodded, "Would you like to start or shall I?"
"You suggested it so you go first."
"Right, so, um, my name is Sebastian Michaelis. I am the guitarist in the band "Angel's Desires" and earned the nickname of the demon."
"Anything you want to tell me that I DON'T already know about you?" I said.
"Yeah. I'm an orphan." He said, and that one word made my eyes widen.
"You're kidding." I said.
"No, I'm serious. I grew up in a small orphanage in Brookline, it wasn't much but it was my home until I was too old to stay. No one wanted me."
"I have a feeling you're making this up." I said with a curious expression on my face, "Trying to make me feel pity towards you; how sad."
"I'm not." his tone was serious, and every detail on his fave only proved his point. "Every time I get paid I give at least twenty percent to the place that took me in."
"Wow. So did they tell you about your parents? How did you end up there?"
"It's funny that you asked because my parents had me in Las Vegas."
"Oh God.." I said to him and I already knew how this was going to turn out.
"Yeah. I was a one night stand child, a broken condom accident. They got rid of me as soon as they could."
"And why is that funny?" I asked.
"That's not the funny part." He said to me and I began to feel more confused by the second.
"Then what is?"
"They're married now. They've been married for as long as I've been alive."
"But they never adopted you...they didn't even come to get you?!"
"Nope, they ended up having more children after that. I've met them, and they know they have a famous sibling, but I try to stay away from my parents as much as I can."
"I can see why..."
"Oh but that's not all. Our first encounter after many years was last month. I was getting ready for this tour when they showed up at my apartment. It was an awkward introduction really, but when it came down to it this was our entire conversation. 'Hello Sebastian, you may not recognize us, but we're your parents. Now, we heard you've become very successful now in the music industry and...screw it. You owe us, and we want money.' "
"You have got to be fucking kidding me! You're messing with me aren't you?!"
"I wish to say I was but it's true, my father said I owed them so they need my money."
"That's bullshit!" I snorted, "What do you owe them? Your life? They fuckin' abandoned you at..."
"Two days according to the caretaker of the orphanage."
"And they didn't get you when they got married?! That's so fucking messed up I don't even know where to begin..."
"That's basically what I told them, and after that was said and done I kindly asked them to leave. When they refused to leave I excused myself and closed the door. They left about an hour later."
"Wow..." I felt like my air was completely sucked out of my body.
"Perhaps that was too much information about me on the first date.."
"It doesn't matter, what's said is said and what's done is done. So, I guess it's my turn now. Well as you know my name is Ciel Phantomhive. I too am a guitar player, for a band called 'Ghosts of Your Past'. I am not an orphan, I was born and raised in London. My parents, who are still alive, left the country and moved to the states. They now live in a quiet home in Florida."
"That's good." He smiled at me before asking if there was more I could give him, "Why did they leave?"
"They never told me." I said with a slight shake of my head, "I'm guessing it had something to do with the government."
"I see," he responded with a sigh.
" I'm a smart ass too, a top quality, Grade A smart ass."
"Anything else?"
"My obsession dwells within' anime." I smiled once my favorite word slipped through me, "I'm what you Americans would call an 'otaku'. But in Japanese, that is a word of insult. It's like a bully calling a kid a 'nerd' or a 'geek' or 'dweeb' whilst they're tormenting the poor thing behind a building."
"I'm sorry?" He said with a light chuckle, "But I didn't understand what you said, could you da that again." Out of frustration I sighed heavily.
"Okay. Most Americans associate 'otaku' with anime. But in Japan it's an insult. Do you get it now?" He nodded and for that I smile, "Good, now I've only watched anime for four years now. So I guess I still have aways to go. Are you into anime, demon?"
"I can't say that I'm not."
"What?! You must be joking? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?!" Suddenly my hatred towards him had disappeared and was pushed behind a never escaping door. "I tend to be more open when I'm around my kind! So what's your favorite? Fairy Tail? Ouran High School Host Club? Ghost Hunt? SAO? Fruits Basket?!" I couldn't contain my newly founded excitement.
"Wait, you're more talkative now.. Is this really because I said I liked anime?"
"Yes, as I said earlier, I tend to be more open to my own kind. Are you saying that you prefer me as a bitch?"
"Not...necessarily.."
"Then answer my question; Sebastian."
"Well, though I have seen all of those animes, that is not my favorite."
"Then what is?" I asked him.
"Kuroshitsuji." He smirked and I felt my heart stop.
"Kuroshitsuji?" I asked like I couldn't understand him.
"Yes." He replied before sipping his scotch, "It means Black Butler."
"I know what it means." I snarled playfully towards him, "I just can't believe I found someone who likes that anime too. Why do you like it?"
"Eh, the opener sucked me in, the plot's unique and so is the inspiration, good animation. And people say I look like one of the characters." My eyes felt like they would burst from my eyes if they continued to get any wider.
"I get that from a lot of people too...and those are the exact same reasons why I love Kuroshitsuji too. I also read the manga, and now that I think about it we do look a lot like the characters."
"I agree." Sebastian chuckled, "It kind of makes me wonder if we were stalked by the author."
"Were we?" I asked.
"Have you been to Japan?" He asked me.
I shook my head and said, "No, did you?"
"No." He replied.
"Then she must have seen us from somewhere!" I said, "Come on, even our names are the same! Don't you find that creepy?!"
"I got use to it after awhile, but it's nice to be recognized as the butler. He's more popular anyway."
"Hm, I think of him as the show's slut."
"Oh you do, eh?" His tone had changed, but that didn't stop me from shutting my mouth.
"Yeah, I mean he's paired with so many people! Claude, Grell, Ciel, the Undertaker, even Alois!"
"You know that master of his doesn't fall too far behind."
"And what the fuck is that suppose to mean?"
"I've seen him paired with all of those characters, except for himself of course, plus Lau, Sebastian, and Madame Red."
"Okay okay okay, I can see why he's paired with Sebastian, not quite sure with Lau, but why is he paired with Madame Red?"
"Some fan girls are just insane."
"I guess..." Just as I finished my sentence our server returned with our food. We both smiled at him and when he left we continued to chat and eat, my smile never once leaving me.
...
The entire meal was a non stop anime reference and laugh fest, and once we were finished both of us were smiling and out of breath.
"You know, I really enjoyed myself a lot more then I thought." We were walking hand in hand down the empty streets, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Sebastian." I felt the grip of his hand around me tighten. "Hey, loosen you're grip for a bit."
"Why?"
"Don't question me, just trust in me." He does what I told him to do and now I have the room I need to make our fingers intertwine. I hear his chuckle gently caress my ear and a smile soon takes my porcelain face. The sun had abandoned us for the remainder of the time, and now the moon shined high in its place. The street lamps that surrounded us became our source of light, giving off this romance vibe that excited me to no end.
"Alright... Least favorite character of all time... Go!"
"Grell Sutcliff." His reply to me was instant, as if he where expecting me t ask that question.
"I see... Now why?"
"Don't even get me started." He said with a soft chuckle, "It's just best if we leave it at that."
"Fine, ruin my fun some more why don't you!" By this point in our walk we spotted a park that has been abandoned for the night. We had taken our seat on an empty bench and enjoyed the silent.
"It's getting late..." I muttered to myself when my head against his chest. "Alois will get mad if we're late.."
"So?" Sebastian replied, "Who cares about what he thinks?" Before I could open my lips to speak, I was silenced by the kiss of a demon. "I heard you were a fan of mine." He whispered hotly against my ear.
"I'm still a fan." I muttered back to him, "One of your biggest fans."
"Then why were you acting like that to me?" By this point he had his legs spread apart.
"Because you humiliated me..." I finally confessed towards him and took a seat in his lap. "You sang 'Mawaru Chikyuu Rondo' when I asked how I did... You insulted me, and that really hurt."
"All I was trying to do was-" As he tried to justify his wrongful action my mind told me to silence him before he could damn himself again. Before he could finish I had my thin arms wrapped around his neck, my lips claiming his once again. He moaned quietly as my action caught him off guard but that didn't stop me. Violent shocks and shudders ran along the vertebrae in my spine as our kisses began to grow more intense. My fingers too began to get more needy, grasping everything they could. Almost tearing the clothes off his back without a single care of our surroundings.
"Who's out there?!" The yell of an unfamiliar voice howled in our direction. Whatever tomfoolery that was going on stopped at the moment, our bodies were practically frozen in place, "The park is closed for the day!"
"This isn't good Sebastian.." I whispered.
"You think?" His smart ass mouth said in my reply.
"I hear something!" The voice sounded somewhat distant, as if it were talking to someone close by.
"What should we do?!" Panicked about being caught I pushed the demon who was laying of top of me and quickly got myself into a sitting position.
"There is only one thing we can do at this point... We run. Run as fast as we possibly can."
"There! There!" We were on our feet by this point, the sound of footsteps got closer just as we bolted in the opposite direction.
Running in heels isn't an easy task. It never is, and I have a feeling it never will be. But none the less I ran, ran as much as I could, my body carrying me as fast as it could. Still, Sebastian was pulling me, his hand never leaving mine but somehow always finding a way to run faster the next minute.
"H-hey! Slow down will ya?" I was running out of air to speak, sweat had began to stream down my face; ruining the make up I had on. "This is hard..." He did do as I requested, but still I struggled in order to keep up. We kept running, even after we had lost whoever was following us in the first on. At that point I just assumed that we'd stay like this forever. Chuckling like mad men, hands held, fingers intertwined, smiles on our faces.
'Til fatigue do us part