Sebastian woke up the next day feeling worse than ever, the drug was still in his system he knew that much. He slowly sat up and stretched his arms, only to bring one of them to the bandage on his waist because he felt a flash of pain there. He figured that he was going to feel this for quite some time. Keeping his hand on his wound he slowly got up, and he looked around for his shirt. He found his clothes resting on the chair. He limped over to his butler garb and slowly laid them out on the bed. He looked in the mirror and saw what he really looked like. His right leg, the one he limped on, had a bandage wrapped around his upper thigh and it had a little dot of blood on it. His whole body was covered in bruises, cuts, and burns. He slowly reached down to touch one of the bruises on his stomach and winced at the brief pain it caused.

He looked and saw his face. His face matched the rest, beaten and battered. He had a bandage on his forehead and he touched it. His mouth moved around as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't, he could only talk in his head, and everything would sound a lot worse if he tried to talk. Sebastian's left eye had a shiner. He could feel his stomach churning at what caused him to get these marks. He thought back to yesterday.

"Sebastian, close your eyes…"

Sebastian did as was told and closed his eyes at the behest of Satan. He heard his master's shrill cries and felt Satan's demonic aura engulfing the room. He remembered when he told Ciel to close his eyes and count to ten when he mutilated the angel Ash/Angela. Sebastian found himself taking Ciel's place, as he was the one who was counting to infinity or until Satan told him otherwise. He heard sounds of crunching and something being broken. Sebastian's whole body was in searing pain, he was trying hard to stay conscious but his body was winning.

Just then, he felt the sudden urge to open his eyes and he felt his eyes glowing, all he could see was Satan's red eyes glowing and staring at him and the angel in his hands. Sebastian knew what was happening, he was trying to eat Johnathan's soul. Even though he didn't want to, it was his job as a demon; he was designed to eat the souls of the people who he was in a contract with. He didn't want to eat the angel's soul; it would be so horrid and bitter.

"Sebastian! Don't eat the soul!"

Sebastian was trying to listen to Satan but he was so hungry, he was beyond ravenous.

"SEBASTIAN, DON'T!"

The tone in Satan's voice made Sebastian break free of the over-powering trance he was in. His eyes stopped glowing and the pain came back to him even worse than before, making his scream blend in with the terrified angel's. Satan dropped Johnathan and rushed over to Sebastian.

"Hush my underling, hush."

Sebastian's breathing labored as the pain was starting to become almost unbearable. He reached out and rested a bloody hand on Satan's shoulder. Satan grabbed the demon's hand and squeezed it. He was trying to soothe Sebastian; he was scared, and disoriented.

"Sebastian, it's quite alright…relax…I'll get you out of here."

"Manor…Ciel…"

"Yes, I'll take you to the manor, just hang in there…"

And now here he was, staring at the aftermath of all of that. He had almost completely forgotten about Ciel. He got dressed as quickly as he could and then limped out of his room. Sebastian made his way up the stairs, barely and he walked to Ciel's room. He found the young earl soundly sleeping in his large bed. Sebastian gently shook Ciel by his shoulder. The boy's eyes fluttered open to reveal one blue one, and the other revealed the eye with their contract mark in it. He yawned and sat up stretching both of his arms. He realized that Sebastian was just standing there, not saying a word.

"Good morning Sebastian."

Sebastian's eyes flickered over to Ciel's. It was a long while before Sebastian uttered a word, or what sounded like a word to Ciel.

"Morning…master…"

Sebastian talked as if it hurt him. It probably did, Ciel remembered how much pain his butler was in just a few hours ago. Just like Grell said yesterday, he would have him get up the next day and make him get his damn tea. Ciel just stared at the demon that looked as if he could barely keep himself standing. It was kind of awkward for the little boy and he twiddled with his thumbs. He felt like he needed to tell Sebastian what to do even though it shouldn't be necessary.

"Sebastian?"

His face didn't change and Ciel could barely hear the butler's response.

"…Yes?"

"Don't you want to go make me some breakfast?"

Sebastian's head slowly started to move up and down. He was nodding at the question. He turned to walk out of the room to make his master some food.
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Sebastian was downstairs in the kitchen, he had all the ingredients out for Ciel's breakfast, he just couldn't bring himself to cook it, let alone move. He just stared at it. He doesn't even know if he blinked or not.

"Mister Sebastian?"

Sebastian knew who it was, it was Bard's. He turned his head to the blonde man who was standing in the doorway with the cigarette in his mouth making a little cloud of smoke pool over it. The demon made a little noise to let the cook know that he was acknowledged. Bard walked over to the immobile butler to get a closer look at him. He tried to ignore the wounds and bandages on him; he wasn't used to seeing the stately butler look so broken.

"Do you need help with the master's cooking?"

Sebastian's crimson eyes met Bard's deep blue pools; he didn't want the young master to be poisoned. He shook his head.

"No…No…thank…you…"

"Are you sure? You've just been standing here for close to thirty minutes now and you haven't moved a muscle."

"I…I…"

Sebastian made a move to pick up one of the eggs with his bandaged hand but he dropped the egg, causing the white shell to break and spill the contents it protected all over the floor. Sebastian stared at it with wide-eyes, Bard did too; he's never seen Sebastian like this. He rushed over to the spill and started to clean it up.

"S-sorry…"

"Nah, don't worry about it!"

Bard stood back up and threw away the mess.

"Us servants need to stick together, right?"

Sebastian didn't respond. Bard understood he probably wasn't in the mood for talking. He probably couldn't talk. Bard scooped up the ingredients and started to cook for Sebastian.

"I'll take care of the young master's meal, and you just tell me how to make it correctly, if you can, okay?"

Sebastian stared at him because he was processing what Bard just said. Then he finally nodded.

"…Yes…"

"Alright!"

Bard was doing okay mixing all of the ingredients together, Sebastian knew that he would have to help him with actually cooking everything; Bard didn't quite have the patience when it came to cooking things on the stove-top or the oven. Bard put the burner on really high, too high. Sebastian had to tell him.

"Too…high…"

Bard looked at the butler.

"The flame is too high?"

Sebastian's head rose and then went back down.

"Okay, sorry about that."

He turned the flame down a more reasonable temperature. Sebastian watched as Bard cooked the crepes and the eggs.

"...Flip…."

"Time to flip the crepe now? Okay."

He flipped the crepe and continued on with the cooking. Sebastian started to see that Bard actually knew how to cook; he just needed someone there to help him. Pretty soon the food was ready, Bard took the liberty of setting everything on the serving tray, Sebastian tried but…he was just moving so slowly. When everything was set Bard gave Sebastian one more look over.

"Are you going to be okay taking this to the young master?"

"…Yes…"

"Alright then, I'll let you go."

Bard watched as Sebastian wheeled the tray out of the kitchen with that awful limp he has. He was going to have Finny help him up the stairs anyway, just to be sure.

"Finny, psst…"

There was the younger blonde walking up to him.

"What is it Bard?"

"I want you to help Mister Sebastian up the stairs with the tray."

Finnian looked up at the butler who was almost at the stairs; he looked back at Bard and nodded.

"You got it Bard!"

"Just mind your strength please!"

"Yes sir!"

Finny made it up to the taller, raven haired man.

"Mister Sebastian?"

The demon looked down at the enthusiastic gardener.

"Let me help you up the stairs!"

"…No…no…thank…you…"

"Nonsense let me help you!"

Finny picked up the tray careful not to spill or drop anything and walked up the stairs with it, setting it down when he reached the top. He looked behind him to see Sebastian making his way up to the top as well. When he made his way to the serving tray he looked at Finny.

"Thank…you…"

"No problem!"

Finny then extended his arms like he was flying an airplane and ran back down the stairs, disappearing from the demon's sight. Sebastian resumed what he was doing and wheeled the tray down the hall, only to be stopped again when a fork hit the floor. He stopped where he was and went to get it when his wound intervened; he winced and held his waist as if it was going to stop the pain. He even let a groan pass his lips.

"Mister Sebastian!" He heard a familiar voice shout. He turned and saw the only female in the Phantomhive manor staring at him through her big, round glasses. Mey-Rin placed a hand on his wound.

"What happened?! Are you feeling pain?"

Sebastian nodded.

"Why?"

"…The…fork…fell…"

Mey-Rin looked down to the see the shiny metallic object on the carpet. She bent down and picked it up; she put the fork in her pocket and pulled out another, cleaner one.

"Here you go!"

She handed it to him.

"…Thank…you…"

"You're welcome!"

He put the fork on the tray and continued on with his day. Mey-Rin crossed her arms; she needed to have a talk with someone, possibly the young master, about Sebastian.