"My lord, you've stopped working. This can't be good for you." Said Sebastian in a calming voice. The room was lit golden, the sun had broken through the drawn curtains and laid next to the sleeping boys face. Sebastian was currently at an inappropriate distance from his master, servant etiquette suggested the closest he could be is by the foot of the king-sized bed. However, Sebastian never left the room. He had stood, day and night, at the foot of the bed until Ciel spoke to him. "Three days, young master, three days and now you want something?" The boy turned and reached his handout. Immediately Sebastian was by his masters side, on his knees and awaiting his masters orders. They never came. On that day he kept guard by his master side. Mey-rin was the only other person allowed in the earls chambers as he had the most trust in her out of all the servants, though that wasn't saying much. She'd come into the room with food, water and anything Sebastian asked for. He didn't ask for much. Once a day she'd come in with a tray to deliver and leave with a set of instructions.
"I'm a little black tree, come to me." It chanted. Ciel knew exactly who he was dealing with. "Don't fool me with these childish games, show me who you really are." A soft beat of a heart sung to him, keeping his balance steady and his breath calm. "Who knows? Maybe I'm a toy bear or a doll house. Do you know?" Listening to the beating heart, Ciel let out a laugh. He knew where he was. Dream land. There were many trees around him, stuck in a make-believe forest in nothing but his night clothes, his subconscious must be punishing him. "Yes, I know, sometimes in dreams you just know things." Laughter interrupted the beating heart, loosing focus as the heart drifted into silence. "You know things. Then you know me? I'm but a little back tree." Singing a rhyme. Ciel turned away from the darkness, rubbing his head in annoyance. Why would he do this to himself? "You've trapped yourself in here with me, you can't leave." Imagining an axe, one appeared in his hand. Challenging the tree Ciel charged, lifting the axe above his head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chop you in half." Then it stopped him. Then it broke him. The tree turned into Sebastian.
On the fifth day he broke. He sat down next to Ciel and moved some strands of hair from his forehead. Human emotion, human warmth, human skin. Sebastian investigated the boys soul and found an array of colours. All so beautiful and delicate just like human emotion, human warmth and human skin. "My lord, you've also behaved badly these few months. I couldn't say what's wrong with us. Maybe we're just hungry." No. Hungry? No. Hungry? Hungry. So Hungry. No. Sebastian stood tall, towering over the sleeping boy. He felt his claws break through his gloves, tearing them apart. Backing away, he felt someone behind him. Spinning around, with all his force he punched a hole so deep, they shattered into little pieces -no, that was a mirror. His hand with the contract written in a pentagram burned, he clenched his fist feeling the burn of hunger. Throwing himself onto the floor, he began to fight two sides of him. One side desperately needed to eat whereas the other grew in anger.
It circled him, like a wolf finding a young deer. Fear filled his veins. This Sebastian wanted to hurt him, it wanted to eat him. "You're scared. I can smell it." Cornered. Ciel couldn't move. "You're scared of being powerless." The low voice spit, taking the axe from him and breaking it in half. "Let's face it, you already are." Out of all his arrogance, all his spite. Strength refused to come to him. In his time of need, Sebastian (the real Sebastian) was his strength. Alas, he was far too tired to call for him. Dream Sebastian dragged him closer, in a sick embrace from behind. Struggling wouldn't free him from the chocking lock fake Sebastian had him in. "You can't escape, little earl." Maybe this demon was right. Power, something he'd longed for, ever since that night, it was only something Sebastian had. Sebastian give it to him so he could take it away. A dark hand stole his chin, forcing Ciel to stare into the monsters mouth.
"My lord…" He heard someone call to him, "you've also behaved badly these few months." Ah, Sebastian is calling me, Ciel thought. However, darkness has it's grasp on him and wouldn't let him go so easily. "I couldn't say what's wrong with us…Maybe we're just- "Sebastian tell me, tell me what we are. I need you. "Hungry." That's right, we were hungry. So hungry for power. Seeking it out, stealing it from others. Finally, he shoved the demon away. "Oh, I'm scared? My hunger exceeds you in ways you can't imagen, pretend Sebastian." Running through the forest, he knew he didn't have to run, the imposter Sebastian was gone. He was free.
Morning had turned to late afternoon, Sebastian gawked at the enormous mess he had made. Door ripped off its hinges, dresser on its back and chair crushed into splinters. Fixing everything but the mirror, he settled back at his masters side. Sebastian took interest in Ciel's face, he was completely calm. He looked almost angelic, yet the demon didn't mind. Sooner or later he'd have to come to terms with the odd sensations he'd been struck with because of this little devil. Suddenly, he woke up as his eye's burst open. Launching upright, Ciel took in the view of his room. Immediately he noticed the remains of his mirror, he'd see to that later. Jumping up, he grabbed a pillow and announced, "Ha-ha! Feeling's are only letters, power is only a word and what is up is down." Hurling the pillow onto the ground, he marched around the room. Getting to the windows, he threw the curtains open, basking in the sun kissing his pale skin. Both windows flew open for him and Ciel leaned out shouting, "I will crush my enemies with the strength of a thousand Sebastian's, ignite their reputation and destroy their family name." Holding his arm with such vagary, pointing at the sun, Ciel went to challenge to Gods to a battle.
"My lord? You must be weak from all this, let me get you some water." Sebastian beginning to take his leave when his master finished his tirade. "No, Sebastian. The only thing I feel is hunger." Stopping in his traces, the demon saw a genuine smile that tried to make it's way onto his own face. "Don't you understand? I'm hungry, Sebastian." Dragging his name out, it was music to his ears. Eventually he took Ciel's hand, leading him back to bed. "Sir, I believe you've suffered quite the illness. It's best for you to- ""Unhand me!" Demanded the earl, pulling his hand out of Sebastian's grasp. "You've failed me," He turned away, hugging himself tightly. "You were meant to be my dog for the week." Ciel slipped back into bed, turning his head up to allow Sebastian to see the sulk present on his face. "I'm forever you're dog, young master. At your beck and call, ready to fetch." Air around them thickened, Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed where his master pointed to as Ciel rested on his elbows.
Bending down, an order was whispered into the butlers listening ear. "I believe you are much too delirious to be making such an order." Cooed Sebastian, rubbing his thumb over his masters bottom lip. "Follow the order…" Responded Ciel as his eyes glossed over. "Yes, my lord." But then there was a knock at the door.
