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That Butler, Retrospective 2


'thoughts'

"speech"

"Demonic speech"

{setting/stage directions?}

SOUND EFFECTS

An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.

=†=†=†=†= scene shift/time shift


Previously:

"Sebastian. What are you doing?" Ciel asked emotionlessly when Sebastian reached out with his uninjured arm, about to pick Chêne up.

"...?" Sebastian said, slightly confused. Did Ciel not see just how badly injured Chêne was...?

"I... ordered you to 'hunt Jack the Ripper'... It's not over yet." Ciel said coldly as he gazed up emotionlessly at his demon butler. Grell twitched when he heard that, and paused in making his exit to listen. "So don't stand about twiddling your thumbs, man. Hunt down the last one." Ciel commanded.


Sebastian's eyes widened slightly.

"But, Ciel, Sebastian is wounded, and I—!" Chêne said anxiously, coughing from the effort of straining to speak. She was getting worse by the minute... but and order was an order, and Sebastian knew that Ciel was not in the state of mind to be easily persuaded... There was no helping it. Sebastian would just have to wrap this up quickly, post haste.

"As you wish." Sebastian said, smirking. He did have a 'debt' to repay to the Reaper after all for injuring him so. Chêne's eyes widened in shock. Not only because of how stupid the two guys (at least in her opinion, since they still wanted to fight, despite just barely getting away before), but also because of what was on the hand she had just used to cover her mouth when she coughed. Chêne had just coughed up blood.

'... Ah, hell—This really sucks!' Chêne cried internally. If this kept up, she really would die. She felt like an idiot for letting herself be stabbed like that... However, Chêne didn't regret it, because Ciel was safe thanks that.

"... Hee~! I was all ready to let you go 'cos I'm really not feeling it anymore, but..." Grell said, smirking as he shrugged. "... If you're that desperate to die, I'll do you the favor of sending the three of you... to Heaven!!" Grell yelled as he spun around and revved up his chainsaw, swinging it at Sebastian. Sebastian ducked and jumped back, smirking. After having a moment to rest, his wound had almost healed completely, and he had gotten a second wind.

"Heaven, was it? I am not fated to go there, I fear." Sebastian told Grell, smirking as he lifted a nearby wooden crate with is foot, and kicked it at Grell, like it was a giant soccer ball.

WHOOSH.

The box hurtled towards Grell.

'Oh, great, he thinks he's David Beckham now...' Chêne thought, sweat dropping. She was starting to feel a little woozy.

WHAM!

Grell destroyed the crate, shredding it to pieces with his Scythe.

"Yours truly is just in the foulest of foul moods at the moment!" Grell said, grinning evilly. "So don't expect me to go easy—!?" Sebastian had suddenly disappeared.

TMP.

Grell froze. Sebastian had just landed on the guide bar of his Scythe, smirking smugly at the red Reaper.

"!!" Grell said, shocked that Sebastian had managed to get so close, so fast.

SWIIISH!

Sebastian immediately aimed a kick at Grell's face, but Grell managed to dodge it at the last minute.

"Hey...! You just aimed for my face just now, didn't you!?" Grell yelled incredulously, multiple vein marks throbbing on his forehead. "For a lady, her face is her life! You fiend!!"

"Heh. Oh, you are quite right on that account." Sebastian said, smirking. "For I am... a devil of a butler."

"Hrm! Do you think a devil can win against a god, hm?" Grell sneered.

"It is difficult to say. Having never fought one, I cannot be sure, but... If Young Master tells me to win... then I shall. I must finish this task quickly, so that I can take Chêne to the hospital, as well." Sebastian said, giving Grell a brilliant shit-eating grin.

"I don't know what's happened between you and those brats, but you're awfully into them. It just riles me riiight up!" Grell said, pointing his Scythe at Ciel and Chêne.

"Everything seems to rile you up..." Chêne muttered. She was feeling really lightheaded now, and her patience was starting to run thin. There was only so much pain and blood loss a girl could take before she started getting a little cranky, you know? Sebastian smiled. If she still had the energy to talk, then she should be just fine for now.

"But even a devil such as yourself will perish if hunted with a Death Scythe, you know? Aren't you just quaking in your boots at the thought?" Grell taunted him as he revved his Scythe.

"Not at all." Sebastian said as the moon peeked out behind the clouds. "This body and soul... everything, down to the last hair on this head, belongs to my master now. For obeying the master's orders so long as the covenant endures... that is a butler's philosophy, if you will. If he tells me not to die, I will not die. If he tells me to die, I shall disappear." Sebastian said, smirking.

"Hmmm... I do rather like men who pursue the arts, Sebas-chan!" Grell said, smirking seductively (?) at him. "Suddenly I want to stomp on that composed face of yours with my heels... and make you lick my shoes!!" Grell shouted vindictively as he swung his Scythe at Sebastian. Sebastian jumped and flipped up into the air above Grell.

'So now he's not only gay, but he's a dominatrix too...!?' Chêne thought. Apparently blood loss could make a person's train of thought veer off onto even stranger paths than usual...

"A devil... and a Grim Reaper. Will we never be able to understand each other? If a Reaper is one whose job it is to retrieve souls... A devil is a noxious beast that steals and devours those souls!" Grell said, grinning as he dodged another of Sebastian's kicks. Grell jumped higher into the air, followed by Sebastian. "My feelings will never be requited... it's as if this is... the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet~!" Grell cried dramatically as he 'swooned.' Chêne knew she was bad off now, because she was starting to hallucinate... She could've sworn she just saw an image of Grell in Shakespearean drag, sharing a 'passionate' stare with Sebastian, who was dressed in your typical Romeo costume. There were sparkles and everything. It was like Twilight had invaded the Elizabethan era. Chêne shook her head, ridding herself of the image. It was both disturbing and hilarious at the same time, and trying to figure out how to react in her current state of health was making her head hurt. She saw both Sebastian and Ciel shudder and break out in goosebumps, clearly disturbed by the image.

"Who is that?" Ciel asked, appalled.

'Wait... Did we just all have the same hallucination...!?' Chêne wondered. Was it even a hallucination at all!?

"If you and I are the stars... Shakespeare will grieve soundly! Aah, Sebas-chan!" Grell cried, trembling as he continued his ascent. "Deny thy master and refuse thy spiteful name... and cast your eyes upon me alone!" Grell flipped in the air. "Wherefore art thou, Sebas-chan~?" Sebastian grinned wickedly.

"From the time my master called me 'Sebastian'... that word became my covenant and christened me anew." Sebastian said, furrowing his brow slightly as he aimed another kick at Grell's face. "My last name was given to me by Chêne, and I have been 'Sebastian Michaelis' since that day." Sebastian said as he landed on the rooftop. His crimson eyes glowed as the light of the full moon illuminated him. "I vowed as much to the moon, you see?" he said confidently.

"Swearing on the moon is the mark of an insincere man." Grell said as he too landed on the roof. Sebastian smirked.

=Flashback=

{Two years ago, nighttime at the Phantomhive manor...}

Sebastian was walking through the hall after tucking Ciel into bed for the night when he heard a soft sigh. It was Chêne. Sebastian watched as she leaned on the windowsill and stared out into the night. Her pale skin seemed almost luminescent in the pale moonlight that was shining down on her through the windowpane.

"Mom, Dad, Laurie... I don't know how, but I promise you— I WILL find a way back to you. I at least want to find a way to let you know I'm okay..." Chêne said sadly as she gazed up at the crescent moon.

"My, making promises by the light of the moon, Chêne? They say that is the mark of an insincere soul, as the moon is inconsistent and ever-changing, and so will be that person's sincerity towards fulfilling said promise." Sebastian said, sneaking up behind her. Sebastian smirked when Chêne nearly jumped a foot into the air, surprised. Her reactions were always so amusing.

"How many times do I have to ask you not to do that creepy 'stealthy-sneak-through-the-shadows' thing!?" Chêne demanded incredulously. Sebastian just gave her his trademark shit-eating grin. She sweat dropped. Chêne could tell she wasn't going to win this fight anytime soon. "But... about what you said. I can't say I agree with it." Sebastian raised an eyebrow slightly at that.

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked curiously.

"Because... even if the moon's appearance is always changing, it's still the same moon, and even when there is a 'moonless night,' the night of a new moon—the moon is still there. It hasn't gone anywhere. Isn't that comforting? To know that even if the situation seems to have changed, your promise hasn't? Even if what you must do in order to fulfill that promise changes from what you thought you'd have to do, it doesn't change the promise itself... Just as the moon will always be the same moon, no matter what face she shows us..." Chêne answered, smiling softly as she gazed up at the silver moon. Sebastian looked at the moon as well. He had never thought of it that way before. With that line of thinking, swearing to the moon was probably one of the most binding promises you could make. He smirked as he glanced at Chêne.

'Humans are so interesting...' Sebastian thought, amused.

=End Flashback=

"Your eyes are the eyes of one who does not love—tarnished eyes." Grell said as he stared into Sebastian's glowing crimson orbs, oblivious to the 'true' meaning that swearing to the moon held. You are a devil that defiles innocent souls with your hands and lips. Yes... ohhh, yes... you're giving me the chills, Sebas-chan~!" Gell said, blushing as he shivered and panted. There were roses blooming in the background. "If it's your child we're talking about, I think I'll be able to give birth to it~!"

'WTF—!?' Chêne thought, giving Grell a blank stare. The Reaper looked like he had just about jizzed in his pants.

"Ugh... Please cease your folly. I find the mere thought revolting." Sebastian said bluntly, furrowing his brow and grimacing in disgust. The demon butler looked like he was going to be physically ill as he shuddered in disgust.

'Not to mention that it's biologically impossible...' Chêne and Ciel thought, sweat dropping and grimacing.

"Aahn~! Such an ice king you are!" Grell cried, taking another swipe at Sebastian with his Scythe. "A beautiful tyrant! An angelic devil!! A raven with the wings of a dove!!" Grell leaped into the air, and Sebastian followed, throwing a punch at him. Grell managed to dodge. "My little lamb with the appetites of a wolf... My very own Sebas-chan!!" Sebastian dodged as Grell attacked once more. The deviant Reaper's Scythe slammed into the roof.

BAM!

Sebastian stomped his foot down on the base of Grell's Scythe, preventing the reaper from being able to attack again.

"Ohh... Sebas-chan... I wish the sun would never rise. Then we could keep hunting each other for all eternity. Forget that flat-chested little girl and that brat, and become one with me~!" Grell said, smirking.

"Just because I haven't said anything... you just keep running your mouth..." Chêne muttered darkly, getting their attention. She was in pain, and fresh out of patience. "They might look small, but... I'm a 32 C-cup!!" Chêne yelled, full of righteous fury. "—And I'm eighteen, you drag queen!"

"Wha—!?" Ciel yelled, gaping at her, before turning bright red. That was way more information than he needed to know! Sebastian gave her a sharp look of disapproval. He was going to have to scold Chêne for this later. Even if Grell was not interested in women... her breast size was not something she should be shouting out to other men at the top of her lungs. Although, Chêne was not usually the type to volunteer such information so shamelessly... It was probably the wooziness from her blood loss talking. Grell didn't like that Sebastian was ignoring him and paying attention to that girl, but... The Reaper grinned.

"But... this is the end of our romantic adventure." Grell said as he suddenly head-butted Sebastian, before he could recover from being distracted by Chêne's absurd ranting.

"...!" Sebastian said, shocked that he had actually left himself so open.

"Sebastian...!" Chêne cried, surprised and concerned. That wasn't like the demon butler at all to let himself be attacked so easily...

"Let us part with a passionate kiss! Sebas-chan~!" Grell said, raising his Scythe. "Now... I bid you a thousand... No, ten thousand adieus, my sweet prince~!" Chêne's eyes widened in shock and horror when Grell slashed Sebastian's chest with his Scythe. Blood spurted out of the large wound and Sebastian's mouth.

"Nooooooo—!!" Chêne screamed.