Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or any characters. I don't own the fictional city Los Santos from GTA V. This is NOT a crossover; strictly Black Butler. :)
Sebastian refused to accept the severity of what was going on, although two things were irrefutable.
One: He did not want to start his entire life over.
Two: His mother was a treacherous woman.
The moment the confession dropped from her dishonorable lips, their souls shattered into a million pieces. An affair that was abhorrent to the father and son. Sixteen years desecrated from the reprehensible infidelity. In a state of mixed anger and disbelief, he packed up his only son, Sebastian, and two large suitcases containing the essentials. All of his friends and memories were abandoned in the mountains along with his wretched, estranged mother. He was simply a new face in a sea of strangers without a name for himself. All possibilities were around him, but he could care less at this point.
This is not how he envisioned his future; a broken one.
"Hey, champ, don't worry!" A playful nudge of his father's elbow and the crack in his voice drew him from his thoughts. "New life, new school, new friends, and... hey, you might find a nice girl in Los Santos." Sebastian's crimson eyes floated out of his passenger side window with a faint scowl, not responding to his father's consolations.
He knew his father was far more broken than him. Relationships were the last thing on his mind; he was quite stubborn, slightly sadistic, and his number one lover came in the form of a green, medicinal plant that relaxed him after a good smoke session. Besides, it had been a long time since the love bug bit him.
The glaring neon numbers on the touch-screen car stereo blinked incessantly in the corner of his eye, reading 7:52. He tightened his hand around the brown strap of his navy blue backpack once the sight of his new school came into view. He did not feel ready to deal with a bunch of snobby brats at his new all-males high school academy.
Already the second day in Los Santos and he considered leaving. Realistically, he couldn't leave now. Where could he possibly go? Back to his mother? Not a single chance.
"Alright, son!" Vincent chirped in an attempt to motivate his son. The car pulled up at the gates of the school; a slight crunch over the gravel before coming to a stop. "I'll be here to pick you up after school." His father waved his farewell, watching with a proud grin as his only son, clad in the school's official uniform, slammed the door shut without a single word. Sebastian gave his father a curt nod, shouldering his bag on one shoulder and the other hand in his pocket.
Here we go, Sebastian thought to himself with a subtle eye roll and swaggered over towards the entrance where the other male students were chattering, walking, and playing around together. The wind threw his obsidian hair to the side, the sun shone bright overhead, and the chatter drifted all around him. His red converses slapped against the concrete, eyes navigating to an area that appeared to be discreet. He was not going to start this day without getting high.
Ciel Phantomhive, the student council president of Los Santos Academy for Boys, surveyed all of the incoming male students with an air of confidence in his short stance. He held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, meticulously noting anything out of order. Any violation going against the school's code of conduct would be taken care of by him and his vice president, Alois Trancy. He had to make sure that the students were dressed appropriately in the official school uniform: Black slacks, white button up shirt, a royal blue tie, and a tan vest. His outfit was different: Black shorts that barely reached his knees, white button up shirt, a black tie, and a tan vest. His slender, pale legs were partially covered up with high black socks and matching heeled, laced up boots. Alois sported an identical uniform to Ciel in order to create a distinction between the student body and student council government.
"President Phantomhive, look, there's trouble over there!" Alois alerted the bluish-black haired boy. Ciel whipped his attention up from his clipboard, eyes darting over to where Alois' finger was pointing anxiously. There were dissipating clouds of smoke. This was certainly out of the ordinary; the rules were very strict and each student was expected to obey accordingly. How dare someone violate the written code!
"Insolent fool." Ciel muttered under his breath, his black heeled boots echoed against the slick steps; Alois followed closely behind the most powerful student on campus. Ciel was the nephew of Madame Red. Nobody crossed Ciel, or else they would face expulsion.
Sighing in delight, Sebastian's crimson eyes glazed over and his eyelids dropped slightly. He watched in amusement. The clouds of smoke were fleeting, dissipating, evaporating, traveling out further into the atmosphere. All of his nerves were settled as soon as the THC hit, leaving him in a smile inducing buzz and relaxed shoulders. He thought back to the day that his father and him arrived here in this city they call Los Santos. He knew that there were parts of this city that were rich and others that suffered poverty. He was lucky enough to fall in between the two extremes. He took another deep inhale, mentally deciding that he would go back to the academy and get this over with.
"I hope you are enjoying yourself." Ciel's strong voice boomed from around the corner, eyeing Sebastian in pure disgust with folded arms against his chest. Sebastian was hunched against the stonewall, smirking up at the petite boy. Ciel had the harshest glare painted across his face. Sebastian was not scared of anyone, especially this pip squeak- he bullied kids like Ciel.
"Heh, looks like you need to take a hit." Rich, deep blue eyes narrowed as he watched Sebastian press the blunt between his lips, inhale deeply, and blew the smoke in Ciel's face. Sebastian thought the entire situation was ridiculous. Back home in the mountains, it was not unusual to see people smoking a blunt on their way to work or at the local school that he attended. Hell, every friend he ever had was a stoner. Even a few of the teachers lit up with him and his buddies after the school bell dismissed them.
"Throw it out now!" Alois ordered with a raised fist. Ciel's glare flickered from Sebastian, who was in the process of standing to his feet, to Alois.
Who said that Alois held a higher status than Ciel? Nobody, that's who.
"Alois. Stay silent. I've got this." Alois gasped lightly with a few obedient nods, pursing his lips together and straightening his posture like a loyal dog. Ciel's authoritative tone of voice could scare even the biggest, burliest man into cowering on the ground in terror. He was not going to back down; he had the most respect and highest reputation in this academy.
"You are breaking school codes. Everyone is under the same conditions, including you." Sebastian chuckled at the feminine, graceful appearance that contradicted the stern, proud voice. This irked Ciel. He clutched his clipboard tighter in his small hands, eyebrows furrowed dangerously low and a faint scowl pulling at his lips.
"Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" Alois couldn't hold his tongue any longer. Ciel was his idol, his childhood friend, and he refused to allow such disrespect.
"No, and I really don't care, to be honest. Besides..." Sebastian approached Ciel as he flicked the smoldered joint aside and smashed it into the cement. "I won't let someone like you order me around." After saying this, Sebastian pressed himself against Ciel's slightly shorter stature and smirked down with a sneer. Ciel's eyes narrowed, taking a step back to stand taller with a stern look gracing his childish, pale face. He never turned down a challenge.
"Alois, I need you to take this delinquent to Madame Red's office this instance. That is an order!" Ciel commanded, strolling away from Sebastian with his clipboard in hand, closing his eyes in satisfaction when they passed him in the direction of the school's entrance. He was not going to be bossed around by anyone, let alone this tasteless, ill-mannered student.
Once they arrived in front of the door, Alois' fist bounced off of the hard wood with a few rhythmic knocks. Madame Red granted them access. Sebastian trailed behind Alois with a look of indifference on his face.
"The new student is in here?" Her body was clad in all red, which matched her business name accordingly. "What happened?"
"Well, the new student here, Sebastian Michaelis," Alois gestured to Sebastian, who was schooling a guilty expression, "thinks that he can break the rules." Alois listed off all of the things that Sebastian was doing wrong. His shoes were out of the official dress code, he was smoking marijuana on campus, and he disrespected the student council president.
Madame Red, the chairwoman of the L.S. Academy for Boys, looked at Sebastian, appalled. "I have no words for such a disgraceful act." Her eyes darted from Sebastian to her clutched hands and then back to Sebastian. "Go home before I decide to expel you, Sebastian Michaelis! I will make sure that your father knows of your misconduct." She released a harsh, derisive laugh, sending Sebastian a dismissive flick of her wrist to leave her sight. Through clenched teeth, she muttered, "Good day." Without another word, Alois guided Sebastian out of the office. Once Sebastian was pushed out the double doors of the academy, Alois twisted on his heels to continue his school day. One less delinquent to ruin his and Ciel's day together.
In the chairwoman's office, Sebastian pretended to be offended and petrified of her threats. He knew how to manipulate the system. He knew that Madame Red was the type to thrive off of her power trips, so he merely used it to his advantage. Soon, he would have her playing right into his hands; he would have the upper hand. He was quite the ingenious devil.
Sighing softly, he pulled out his phone to contact his father. He stood out by the front, waiting for Vincent to answer his damn phone. He leaned against one side of the steel gates where he was dropped off a few hours ago. His eyes absentmindedly studied the vibrant green trees across the street.
"Sebastian?" Vincent's voice sounded befuddled to receive a call from his son, who should have been in class by now. Sebastian stood up from his nonchalant position, red converse shoe absentmindedly kicking a pebble around on the concrete. He held his phone close to his face.
"Hey Dad, you're not going to believe this..." Sebastian started, followed by a snicker at what happened to him earlier, but decided to throw in a few white lies here and there. Vincent shook his head and tuned his son out before his storytelling could even commence by hanging up. He had an inkling of his son's antics getting him into trouble, again.
The familiar car pulled up and beckoned Sebastian to get in with a loud grumble from the engine. Sebastian shouldered off his bag before he stepped into the car. Visibly relaxing, Sebastian was indeed elated to skip school. High school was a waste of his precious time.
"Dad-!"
"I don't want to hear it. You're grounded."
What the fuck? Sebastian's jaw slackened, crimson eyes hardened, and black eyebrows lowered at the words that spilled from his father's lips.
"When we get back to the apartment, you are to unpack the rest of your things that you have been ignoring and clean that place from top to bottom." Vincent's voice overpowered Sebastian's protests and he listed off his expectations. "After it's sparkling clean, you will stay in the room and be silent for the rest of the day. You can only come out to use the restroom. I will deliver lunch and dinner to you."
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but his words were silenced once again.
"And don't pull any shit with me, because I will make sure to punish you more." Sebastian sighed audibly, exasperated, watching as their apartment came into view.
Looking out of his passenger seat's window, he noticed that there was a subway nearby their apartment, bustling with people of all ages. That was something that Sebastian was not used to, but he had to adapt to his new surroundings, begrudgingly.
Before the ride was over, Vincent side glanced over to Sebastian, who was muttering something along the lines of 'fuck off' under his breath. He really wanted to punch something but managed to swallow his fury and settled for a loud huff.
"One more peep from you and I'll confiscate that phone for an entire week." Vincent was not joking around. He partially blamed his son's mother for making him this way, but there was still some time to mold him. Was he being too harsh? Probably. Was he doing it to make Sebastian more responsible and less entitled? Absolutely.
The next day, Sebastian's eyes cracked open and he fumbled tiredly for his cellphone. It wasn't there.
What the hell? He thought to himself, inadvertently rousing himself from his slumber. He raised an eyebrow at the absence of his cellphone. His father must have confiscated it. But he didn't even say anything!
"Dad! Where's my phone?" Sebastian shouted out from the bedroom where he was a prisoner yesterday. Vincent's footsteps grew louder as he neared the bedroom that Sebastian was temporarily staying in.
Vincent scrutinized Sebastian from the door's threshold and planted his hands on his hips. "Madame Red left me a voicemail on my cell phone last night. I heard about what happened. Your story contradicted hers. You lost your cell phone privileges for this week. You will get it back on Friday, if and only if, your behavior improves. Now, get ready for school."
Sebastian placed his hands on his face, tugging at the unnoticeable bags under his eyes, feigning distress as his pupils fixated on the ceiling above him. His father departed from his sight, only the echoing footsteps down the hallway could be heard to confirm that.
Sebastian heaved out an audible groan of frustration. He was so close to hoodwinking his father. He couldn't believe that bitch would actually go through with her threats. Now he was given a reason to misbehave. It was all Ciel's fault! Alois wasn't innocent either. He would just have to teach them a lesson. Discreetly. He wasn't irresponsible enough to draw himself any more attention.
Ciel checked off each students' names, nodding approval if they passed his daily inspection. Alois smiled appreciatively at Ciel, who was so responsible and steadfast with his role as the student council president.
Alois studied Ciel's perfectly proportioned body. A fresh, lighthearted gust of wind ruffled Ciel's locks, eliciting an impatient frown as he hastily combed his fringe back to its normal position. It was useless; the wind continued its bothersome actions. Ciel was on the shorter side of the average teenage boy's height. Aside from his short and slender stature, his fragility and asthma could be seen as his only imperfections.
That is one of the paramount reasons why Ciel withheld such a powerful position. If anyone disobeyed, he would punish them accordingly. Nobody fucked with Ciel; he claimed that it was better to be feared than loved. His austere exterior prevented him from making any friends other than Alois. How could Alois remain so loyal to him? Ciel would never understand.
"You there!" Ciel's voice boomed early in the morning, pointing at a random, half-asleep student with his tie hanging loose around his neck. The kid was stumbling side to side like a zombie; presumably sleep-deprived.
"You are out of the dress code; fix your tie at once!" The student obeyed, erasing the groggy expression on his face. He corrected his tie and scurried off; he did not want to confront the chairwoman later if he didn't follow Ciel's strict orders.
The school bell chimed repeatedly at 8:00 sharp. The idle students hastened their pace to their assigned homerooms. Ciel and Alois marched behind the scurrying students, making sure that nobody was out of line.
Sebastian settled in a random seat, watching a crowd of students bustling through the door. He was currently vexed, although his face never conveyed it. He swore that his father was out to get him.
First, cleaning that dirty ass apartment. Then, solitary confinement, and his phone was in his father's possession until Friday. It was only Tuesday and he just wanted to smoke a joint. Oh, did Sebastian forget to mention that his father chewed him out for smoking weed? Yeah, that happened on the car ride to the school. His hidden stash was probably disposed of by now.
The teacher entered the classroom with a beaming grin on his face. His brown hair was combed back, giving him a professional appearance. Sebastian inwardly chuckled and thought to himself, Someone got laid this morning. The mention of his name jerked him out of his sarcastic assumption.
"Sebastian Michaelis is our new student. Please, stand up and tell us something about yourself." Sebastian arched an eyebrow followed by a sigh as he stood nonchalantly to his feet. Before his words tumbled out, the student council president cleared his throat from the doorway. He proceeded to stride into the classroom, heels clicking against the polished floor, and claimed his assigned seat near the front of the classroom.
"Good morning, President Phantomhive!" Everyone sang in unison as if they were a part of a cult, seemingly fearful of the shorty's presence. He simply ignored the students, turning to settle his azure eyes on Sebastian, and waited for the standing student to continue his speech that he intentionally interrupted.
"My name's Sebastian Michaelis. I'm new to Los Santos, uh, I smoke weed, so if anyone wants to light up with me-"
The teacher cut off Sebastian, gasping loudly. "Michaelis! This is not the way you want to start off, especially in front of President Phantomhive!" There were a few students that snickered, which was quickly reprimanded by the teacher shouting "Silence!". Ciel smirked to himself as he turned away from the sight of Sebastian getting chewed out in front of everyone by the homeroom teacher.
Sebastian nodded with a slight shrug of his shoulders, "You told me to tell something about myself." His classmates shared words under their breaths, glancing over at the attractive, new student. He sat down, glancing out of the window and ignored everything for the rest of the class period.
Once the dismissal for lunch sounded off, Sebastian slithered through the hallways and searched for the courtyard that some random student told him about. He brought lunch with him, so he could avoid the lunch line and the disgusting food that could rival prison food for rats.
Settling down on the freshly cut grass shaded by a large willow tree, he unfolded the paper bag that contained his lunch; carrots, chips, a bottle of pink lemonade, and a cheese, lettuce, ham, and tomato sandwich. He munched on his lunch, savoring every bite like it was his last. He was lost in his own world until two students approached him.
"Sebastian!" One of the students with red hair chimed, waltzing over to him in a flamboyant manner. The other student had blonde hair and a slightly gruff appearance for his young age, a toothpick resting between his clenched teeth. Sebastian finished the rest of his sandwich, licking the mayo from the corner of his mouth. He sipped on his water bottle, washing down any food stuck in his esophagus.
"Who are you?" He couldn't help but ask, not too happy about people invading his personal time. There was a reason for him to isolate himself from the other annoying pupils.
"My name is Grell, and this," he motioned to the blonde, "is Bard!" Sebastian's gaze flickered between both of them. Nodding, he welcomed them to sit down. Why not make a few friends? Maybe they would be open minded to light up a joint with him. Get faded and hang out in this foreign city.
"Oi, Sebastian, you mention that you smoke weed. We smoke, too. Heh, lots of these boys don't smoke, because they are scared of President Phantomhive, I must say you got big balls to pull what you did in the homeroom." Sebastian smirked at this, biting audibly on his carrot. Grell nodded in agreement, fidgeting in place with, what one could discern as, exhilaration.
"Yeah, that pip squeak can't do anything other than tell Madame Red every time he doesn't get his way. Hmm, what a brat." Sebastian said this with closed eyes, but after he finished, he heard someone to the left of them clear their throat. It was Ciel. Sebastian had to restrain from patting his back, fully satisfied that the person was right there to hear what he said.
"I'll show you how much of a brat I am when you are officially expelled." Grell and Bard stood up and scurried away as soon as Ciel sent them a harsh glare, telling them to scram. Sebastian looked up at Ciel from his spot, knowing that he could easily beat up this boy.
"Where's your boyfriend? What's his name again? Alois?" Sebastian taunted cunningly. Ciel narrowed his eyes dangerously, stepping forward to lean down and grip Sebastian by his tie. With an agitated tug of the silky fabric, Sebastian scoffed when Ciel could not move him more than an inch forward.
"That is none of your concern. I'm in charge here, I have the last word, and I determine your fate. Is that understood?" Ciel spat out, releasing Sebastian's blue tie. The black haired male carefully packed up the rest of his belongings and placed them to the side. Sebastian's eyes averted from Ciel to his surroundings to make sure that nobody was around.
Ciel gasped out in pain as he was swiftly pinned against the tree that Sebastian was previously leaning against. To Ciel's dismay, Sebastian was quick on his feet and had the strength of an angry bull. His small wrists were pinned above his head. The bark of the tree rubbed roughly against his soft, sensitive, pale skin. He was trapped; unease spreading across his cheeks. Sebastian's black dress shoe clad foot forced Ciel's black laced up heeled boot clad feet apart without resistance.
"I won't say it again. I don't let anyone tell me what I can and can't do. Looks like I need to teach you a lesson for getting me in trouble." Ciel turned his cheek to Sebastian's approaching face, flailing helplessly as he felt the taller male's knee bend upwards between his slim thighs prevent him from budging. Sebastian breathed hotly in Ciel's ear, eliciting a soft, intrigued groan. With Sebastian's other hand, he gripped Ciel's chubby cheeks harshly, forcing his light rosy tinted lips into a cute pout. He ghosted his lips over Ciel's squished lips. Ciel squeezed his wide eyes shut; he couldn't cry out for help. He was powerless in this position. His heart was pounding in his chest from a mixture of fear and something else.
Sebastian loosened his grip enough to capture Ciel's lips as he swung their bodies to the side and onto the grass beneath them. Sebastian's body hunched over Ciel's small body, pinning his wrists against the ground. Ciel struggled to whimper as he was running out of oxygen and became light headed from the bruising kiss. Sebastian disconnected his lips from Ciel's gaping mouth with a soft popping noise.
Ciel's face was a bright red from embarrassment and fury. To make matters worse, his first kiss was stolen by the academy's new, notorious delinquent. Once he was released from Sebastian's hold, he stumbled over on his hands and knees, heaving noisily.
In that split second, Sebastian almost felt guilty for the frail boy. Ciel was choking, chest tight, and tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. His hand searched frantically for his inhaler in his pant's pocket. He shoved it between his lips and inhaled the medicated air that sneezed out of it. He repeated the action a few more times until he was breathing normally again.
"Michaelis!" He shouted with a few coughs in tow, weakly standing to his feet along with Sebastian. He almost wanted to help Ciel to his feet, but pride kept him from doing that.
"I told you not to fuck with me. Next time, I might do something far more sinister." Sebastian said this after licking his lips seductively. He enjoyed others in pain, especially flirting with them in their weakened states.
"You will pay for this, Michaelis. Mark my bloody words!" Ciel threatened and straightened his uniform out, brushing off his shorts and picking the shards of grass from his high length black socks.
"Note taken, then, President Phantomhive." The mockery spilled from Sebastian's mouth, relishing the sight of Ciel storming away in defeat. It was almost as if the boy had his tail between his legs.
Meanwhile, Vincent was typing in the twelfth job application since Sebastian went to school. He needed a job to help them move out of Undertaker's apartment. Besides, the long, silver haired man was begging for jokes since him and Sebastian moved in. Additionally, Undertaker was not the most organized and clean man in the world. His apartment was filthy, well, until Sebastian had to clean it. Now, it was somewhat presentable.
Nearly three hours passed and many applications were submitted online. Vincent stood up with a stretch and yawned. His back cracked embarrassingly loud, confirming his age. He rubbed his strained eyes to will away the fuzziness. He checked the time on his cell phone and jumped at the time. School was out. Sebastian was probably waiting.
Sebastian didn't mind waiting around for his father; it wasn't anything new. It's not like he had his phone to call the old man. Bard and Grell were hanging out with him, urging him to just ditch the place and get on the subway instead. As much as Sebastian wanted to do that, he wanted his phone back.
"Let's wait until this weekend. I should have my phone back by then," he explained briefly and perked up when he saw his father's car in the distance. "I'll see you guys later." They nodded, waving as they departed in the direction of the nearby subway that took them home.
Ciel was currently looking over the school's budget paperwork. Alois was filing other paperwork on the opposite side of the spacious office. There was something off about Ciel. He seemed tense, out of focus. Alois' hands let go of the blindly white papers with black inked words, shut the cabinet's metal drawer, and skulked over to Ciel.
"Something on your mind, President Phantomhive?" Ciel heaved out a frustrated sigh, glancing at his concerned best friend. He hunched forward in his chair, lacing his fingers together as he supported his chin with his elbows resting against the hardwood surface. His reflection could be seen from Alois' angle.
"I don't want to talk about it. Please, get back to work. I want to leave soon." Alois could hear a faint weakness or disappointment in Ciel's unusually soft tone of voice. He was not his normal self. Something traumatic must have happened in order for his stern exterior to crack so easily.
"Go home, I'll take care of it for you. You seem tired." As much as Ciel hated to hear someone else tell him what to do, he desperately wanted to go home and unwind. It had been a while since he had indulged in his favorite hobby. Another sigh broke the silence and Ciel thanked Alois before he grabbed his messenger bag and made his way out of the office and out of the school. He inhaled the fresh air outside and exhaled to calm his jittery nerves. He could still feel Sebastian's vigorous lips pressed against his untouched lips, the way he hovered over his body and pinned his wrists down against the ground. The hot breath against his ears that sent shivers running up and down his spine. He shook his head violently in a futile attempt to forget the memory.
"No. I do not want to think about him. He's not even my type." Ciel knew he was lying to himself, but he did not need this distraction. He was the student council president. He had so much on his plate. A delinquent ravishing him against his will should not have been desired, even on a subconscious level.
By the time he shook his thoughts away completely, he was standing in front of the subway station. It was muscle memory. He had ridden on the subway everyday since he was very young with his mother and father. The bittersweet memories of both of his parents holding his little hands while the third stop announced the way to their beautiful, loving, humble home.
He didn't realize the tear that trickled down his cheek until he exited the subway that stopped at the third stop, the unique jerk of the subway that alerted him every single day. His stop was announced like a robot on the overhead speaker, alas it fell deaf on his ears. He shuffled off before a crowd of people boarded onto the subway. That was his least favorite part about riding the subway; the people, so pushy and selfish.
"Ciel, my baby boy!" Rachel cried out in delight when her only son opened the front door and strolled inside. He removed his shoes and hung his messenger bag on the hook adjacent to the front door. He stepped through the hallway with light echoes of his sock clad feet and sniffed the air. He was taken away with the familiar scent of his favorite dish. Rachel was the best cook in the world. No other woman or man could compare to his mother. The woman was strict but undeniably loving in every way.
"What's for dinner, mum?" He smiled as he was pulled into a loving, warm embrace. He already knew, but feigned ignorance. He snuggled against her shoulder, enjoying what he always looked forward to when he came home from school. His mother gave him so much attention that he didn't need any more attention elsewhere.
"Your favorite, fish and chips!" Ciel parted from the hug and smiled brightly at her, giving her a soft 'thank you' before he bounced upstairs to escape to his paradise. His bedroom. His privacy. His cream color blanketed bed; so spacious and inviting after a long day at the academy.
He fell face first on his bed with a delighted squeak and then headed over to his closet to pluck out his hair extensions and make up. He laid out all of his things that he would need after dinner. This was the side of him that nobody knew except his mother. His stern, authoritative attitude was useful in the academy, but it would only hold up for so long. He was as soft and lovable as a fluffy teddy bear in the privacy of his home. Nobody to judge him, nobody to cower in fear. Just the simplicity and indulgence of his guilty desires. His desires were unknown to even his mother.
"Ciel, dinner time! Come downstairs!" His mother demanded from the bottom of the staircase. He obeyed willingly, pocketed his bedroom key, and locked the blue bedroom door behind him.
"Did anything new happen at school today? How is your Aunt Anne doing?" His mother was so nosy as she was serving him a plate of deep fried fish and crispy french fries. He waited until she placed the plate down in front of him and dug into his meal before his mother could sit to serve herself.
"Slow down, Ciel!" Her sweet voice deepened slightly, narrowing her matching blue eyes at her son. "Have more respect." Ciel swallowed the bite of fish, nodding wearily. His mother only snapped when he got out of line. He slowed down his pace, but he was excited to get back to his bedroom. His knee bounced under the table, dunking his fry into the pile of tartar sauce on the edge of his plate.
"Nothing new happened. Alois and I did paperwork. Aunt Anne is good. Mm, I'm finished!" Ciel explained between bites and swallows. He took a large swig of his glass of milk and licked the corners of his mouth like a cat. His mother's mouth opened to protest, but Ciel bolted up to place his dirty dishes in the sink and rushed out of sight. Rachel shook her head, chuckling gently at her son's antics.
By the end of the week, Sebastian had behaved exceptionally well at the academy and at home. He had plans with Bard and Grell on Friday. Vincent handed him his phone and told him that he was no longer grounded. He gave his old man an appreciative embrace, which surprised Vincent. He smirked, relieved that he could change his son's behavior little by little. He gave his son a reassuring pat on his shoulder after parting the hug.
"Son, I need you to take the subway from now on. Your old man got a job." Sebastian's face brightened up momentarily, knowing that his father was submitting countless job applications online in the past two or three days.
"I'm working as a pizza delivery guy, but hey, I'll be bringing in some cash." Sebastian did not care; money was money. The tips would probably help them out until the paychecks started coming through every other week. Vincent released a strong exhale, combing a hand through his hair with raised brows that created lines on his forehead.
"How was school? I'm proud of you for doing better." Sebastian shrugged nonchalantly.
"Nothing new, made two friends earlier this week." He watched his dad pull on a red and black shirt with the company's logo on it. Today was Vincent's first day at the popular local pizzeria, let alone a Friday. That was a money making day.
"Dad, I need to leave soon for school." Sebastian reminded. He was hoping his father would take him one last time before he had to use public transportation. Vincent straightened out his work clothes to his liking and glanced at the mirror on the wall to inspect his appearance before nodding.
"Yeah, son. Let's get you there early." As much as Sebastian wanted to arrive at the bell, his father's first day was today and he was pulling a double shift. He was lucky enough to have his father miss out on a cup of coffee to drop him off. Secretly, Sebastian wished his father only the best. Vincent had been through so many tribulations that it was almost laughable.
Ciel huffed at the sight of Sebastian's smug face. He checked off Sebastian's name in distaste when he surpassed all of his expectations. It wasn't long before Sebastian fucked up and ended up in his aunt's office again to get expelled. The last few days, Ciel noticed that Sebastian was indeed minding his business and behaving properly. His father must have tore him a new one. The mere thought of that curled the corners of Ciel's mouth upwards.
A/N: Comments are highly appreciated! ~FengSuave