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I know it been a while, I've seen all your theories, many of you are very close. I am surprised! If some things don't make sense, they will next chapter!
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Ciel's P.O.V.
I never thought I would have to hold Rina's body in my hands. Not like this anyways, with her tear-filled eyes and evaporating body. It's been a long time since I have felt this kind of panic arise in me. She is the last person I thought to leave my side. It was supposed to be me who left first, not the other way around. She smiles though as if it were no big deal. How can she look at me like that?! As if her dying or disappearing from my life, is simple. I briefly notice when Sebastian takes his glove off. But I do watch as he bites into it. Red spills from the wound and he presses his bloody hand over her mouth.
My eye widens in shock, not expecting him to do that. "I'll find you!" Sebastian utters. I stare at Rina as her eyes slam closed as if she is in pain. Her head disappears into the white bright light. As quick as it consumed her, it was gone. My arms hang helplessly in the air. My mind is blank, a soundless cave. The minute I register her disappearance; my arms begin to tremble uncontrollably. I can feel the corner of my lips twitch, as I process everything that happened.
I feel my body convulse with horror slowly, my mind digesting the fact she is gone. I grab Sebastian's jacket with a tight fist abruptly, overcome with wrath, "Why didn't you save her?" I mutter darkly. Sebastian appears surprised, but I don't find an ounce of care as to why. Even as he sits here, bleeding out. I can feel my eye blaze underneath my eyepatch, the contract between us vibrating with my anger. My other hand rises on its own accord, fisting into the fabric of his jacket once more. I shake him aggressively, "Why didn't you save her?! Do you not remember the order I gave you?! You were to save her if something happens! But you didn't—!"
My mouth closes at the look he gives me. It is threatening, dangerous, and almost as if he is angry himself. He grabs my hands, squeezing them to the point of subtle pain. I hold back a wince as he glares down with his demonic eyes, "Young master," he begins with a stern frown, "I could not save her, as I did not know what was wrong in the first place."
I ignore how my body trembles, but I push down every tear with the strength of my will. I promised I would never shed a tear after my last predecessor died. Even when Aunt passed, I did not cry. Yet...Yet I feel the urge to now. I grit my teeth with anguish, how did this happen?! It shouldn't have. I was supposed to protect her, I couldn't even do that with what I had. My breathing begins to speed up with the realization that she is gone. Somewhere or even dead at this point.
"Heh. She's always been an accident. Truly, I don't understand why still." Undertaker says as he lands down beside us. I gaze up at him, "...What...did you just say?" I mutter.
His eyes smirk down at me as if her disappearance is funny. "It does not matter, since I finally squashed that bug. ~" he almost sneers. "I even gave her advice, but she never seemed to listen. Poor thing." he hums and strokes the blade to his death scythe. "Never mind that, your record was pretty interesting, butler but it seems you only make the earl more miserable after all."
I glance at Sebastian, his body bloodied beyond Hell. I can even hear his hard breaths from here. I glare up at Undertaker, my spite rising the more the man speaks. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?" I snarl at him.
Undertaker's eyes squint almost as if annoyed with the question. I glare intensely at him in response. He raises his death scythe behind him, ready to attack again. "Maybe I killed her...maybe I didn't? ~" he snickers with a wide smirk, his mood shifting quickly. His eyes flicker toward Sebastian and I shuffle a bit in front of him. "Now then, shall I make you disappear?" Undertaker hums as if it is a thought.
I feel my eyes widen again on this trip. Undertaker is about to kill us, Sebastian. However, the ship begins to tremble with a force so strong, I can feel it vibrate into every crevice of my body. Undertaker seems surprised as well. I feel Sebastian grab me from behind and I gasp in response. He drags us away from Undertaker in a rush. We slowly fall downward, as the ship tilts even further. "Damnit!" Sebastian shouts with frustration. I squeeze my eyes tight for a split second, even with my life on the line; I only hope Rina is safe. The thought of her dead...is unbearable.
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Rina's P.O.V.
The coldness seeps into my bones, but the fireplace is usually on when I sleep. I feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. My eyes are glued shut; they are difficult to open. My fingers twitch when I try to move them. Is this what they call sleep paralysis? How scary. I feel like I'm fighting against my brain right now. It's a weird experience. Eventually, my hand can move so I place my palm against my bed. Was it always this stiff though?
It's cold to the touch and rough. Okay, this is not my bed. If it's not my bed, where the hell am I? Next, I try to open my eyes which takes a few minutes until I really can. The darkness surrounds me questionably and I find the faintly lit stars shining down upon me. There is much less in the sky then I've ever seen. How strange. My limbs are still frozen, resisting any urge to move I try to try for. I sigh heavily, trying to figure out why I'm on the ground in this condition. It's not until I hear something zoom by do I panic.
My back stiffens in response to the sudden sound. I search around the area where I lay; only to find I am lying in an alleyway of sorts. Not long after, I picked up a peculiar scent. It makes my mouth water instantly. It smells familiar, I know it's food, but what kind is it? I feel my hand glide against the texture of the ground. I'm slowly regaining control of myself, about time. I stop thinking about food temporarily, realizing I lost my train of thought. Where am I? And why am I here?
I try to remember, knowing I was on the ship with Ciel and Sebastian. I very clearly remember the zombies trying to kill us. Grell, Ronald, Elizabeth...and Undertaker! I gasp loudly and reach for my side which aches a little. The light is gone, I don't feel anything wet either. I wasn't bleeding then...that's good to know. I reach for my lips next, barely registering the fact that Sebastian made me drink his blood before I blacked out. I frown at that until I realize, this happened before. The whole being consumed by light. I slowly sit up as my body lets me do so. I rub my neck to soothe the ache coming from it.
I blink in confusion when I find a bright light emitting from the end of the alleyway. Standing up, my knees wobble in protest but I continue. I grab the brick wall to support me. My body aches horribly, probably worn out from fighting. Every step feels like I'm being stabbed. My arms and legs hurt the most though. I can hear people chatting and two figures walk past the alleyway entrance. They disappear quickly, their loud voices echoing in the night. I persist and come to the edge. I feel my eyes widen when I find actual streetlights. There are people walking about due to nightlife.
I can hear music booming out of one of the buildings to my left. Women dressed in scantily provocative clothing stand in a line. I'm almost embarrassed to be so close, it's been a while since I have seen people dressed like that. I hear a burst of sharp laughter hit the air and find someone showing another something on a rectangular object in their hand. It emits a strong light and for once I don't know what that is. I grab my head in distraught, never thinking that my returning would ever be possible. It was a silly dream I had since I was thirteen.
I crouch onto my knees and grip my scalp even harder. I feel I am on the urge of a panic attack. The air here smells different, in fact, it's harder to breathe. It doesn't taste like the countryside, the fresh grass mildew. The noises are so loud, it almost hurts my ears. I forgot how sensitive they are. I feel some tears brew against my eyes. This is all too much sensory overload. My brain is in overdrive. I can hear someone's footsteps come closer to me and I jump to my feet in defense. The person is too busy looking at the rectangular device to even notice me. They just walk on by without a care in the world.
I take a step back into the alleyway, feeling a little safer there. The world before me is not new, but alarming in many ways. What am I going to do? I don't know anyone here. I bite my lip anxiously until my heart drops at the thought of my mother. I can finally see her, after all this time. I lean against the brick wall and slink down it until my bottom hits the ground. I can't stop the tears from falling at the thought of seeing her again. A sob flies out of my mouth and I place a hand over it. I miss her so much. Did she forget about me? Is she still alive?
I cave into myself, all these questions resurfacing after such a long time. I can still remember what she smells like. I've missed it so much. I can remember my old bedroom, how it smelled like our Gain detergent, and the vanilla wallflower I owned. I close my eyes, envisioning my old bedroom. It was very childlike, Build-A-Bears, and stuffed animals everywhere. I liked soft blankets a lot too. My mother used to place them over me whenever I was upset or tired. I would fall asleep instantly. I smile at the memory and more tears drip down my cheeks.
How could I forget about this?
I press my forehead against my knees and cry some more. The yearning to see her again is strong. However, my heart literally aches at the fact of never seeing Sebastian and Ciel again. That creates a whole onset of more tears. I cry loudly, not caring anymore. This is too much pain than I can handle. I rub my eyes, as they continuously water up. If I can't see them ever again...I feel like my soul is being crushed. Are they okay? Is Sebastian going to recover from his large wound? I could feel his pain before I disappeared from their side. A death scythe can't be a regular wound for a demon.
I've never seen him in so much pain before. I hug my legs closer to me at the thought. I swear, if he didn't at least save Ciel, I might kill him myself. I frown at that, realizing I would never know. My tears stop falling when they can no longer do so. My eyes are dried up and I have a blooming headache. I groan at the newly evolving pain but try to ignore it the best I can. I stand up again and step out into the nightlife. The air is warm here, am I back in Florida? I take a deep breath and can vaguely taste the sea. I must be close to the beaches.
But the question is, where am I at in Florida? I decided to leave the safety of this alley to explore. I need to figure out what the date is too. People stare at me oddly when they notice my presence. I pretend to not notice. I mean, when I think about it, I am in a shift and it's absolutely filthy. At least I still have Snake's jacket on too. I hope everyone is doing well. I wonder how much time has passed since I disappeared. What do Ciel and Sebastian think? They will never know I am alive. Cars drive past which distracts me, and I try not to jump at the sudden sounds they emit. It's been a while since I've last heard one. I forgot how rambunctious they are. I come to a street corner and only find some businesses lit up. It must be getting late. I don't have any money sadly. I'm so hungry, I feel a little crazy. After expending so much energy, I am left starved and dehydrated. My muscles don't even want to walk right now.
Where should I go? I barely remember this area if I did live somewhere around here. I look around until I find a Walgreens and I stare at it with familiarity. I do remember this being here. I scratch my head, my memory mostly foggy or clueless. I stop my bare foot against the sidewalk in frustration. What the fuck do I do? I might die at this rate. I sit on the ground, against a closed business. I hug myself, stuck at what to do. I am in a time period once again, where I am completely helpless.
I rest my chin on my knee as people walk by me. They don't even give me a glance. They are probably used to beggars. I won't degrade myself so low. I can imagine Sebastian's amusement if he saw me. 'My aren't you a poor lowly human.' he would say or something close to it. I smile at the thought, knowing it would piss me off if he said it to my face. But honestly, his voice would be so comforting right now. I close my eyes, which are heavy with rapidly approaching exhaustion. I cannot afford to fall asleep here again...at least not here. I crack my eyes open again, which droop consistently.
I cannot remember the last time I felt this hopeless. Maybe when the twins were taken from the manor. I sigh at that, not wanting to think about that either. I frown afterward and hit the back of my head against the wall. Seriously, what do I do now? I stare up at the barely lit sky, remembering light pollution is a thing. Would God even answer me if I prayed for once in my life? Probably not since I love a being so evil and vile. My eyes flutter close, as I feel as I am thirteen again. Sitting in this position, waiting for someone to help me. My thoughts keep drifting toward Sebastian, leaving me with an utterly empty feeling in the end.
I am so exhausted I could fall asleep any second...
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I cuddle further into the warmth around me. The blankets smell odd though. I don't know how to describe it. While that is strange, I am too comfortable to even care. I burrow my head further into the fluffy pillow. However, the sound of shuffling nearby awakens me immediately. I spring forward, clutching the blanket toward my body. I examine the room I am in with great confusion. How the hell did I get here?!
It is a hotel room. I note the common A/C sitting near the window as a marker. The window is open, the wind blows gently into the room. I figure it was the curtains making the noise. But that is not the main problem here! Why am I in a hotel?! The last thing I remember was sitting outside...did someone kidnap me? I start to freak out and shove the covers off me. I scooch out of the bed and I rummage around for any evidence of someone being here. The room is very neat though. I can't find anything to indicate another person. I'm so confused about how I got here.
There is only one bed here and it's a queen. It is obvious I hogged most of the bed. Overall, the hotel room is really fucking nice. Super modern, like those high-class places you find in movies. I feel even more bewildered and scratch my head. However, I stop, and I feel my eyes widen. My hair is mega soft and silky. My hair was not in such a great condition last night! I dash over to the bathroom. I flip the light on, but my eyes slam shut at such a bright light. Holy fuck! It burns! I slowly open them again and stare into the mirror.
"What the fuck?!" I screech at my appearance. My hair is combed out and my curls are bouncy as ever. I grab my hair in shock. I glance down with some hesitation and find that my clothing is completely different. I feel a blush rush to my cheeks as I grab at the silky lilac tank top. I don't even have a bra on! My cheeks flush more at the thought. I stretch out my shorts and find even a pair of underwear on. I start to tremble with anger. "So, a pervert not only kidnapped me, but also bathed and dressed me?!" I shout.
This is what happens when you sleep on the streets. How can I be so stupid to pass out there?! What if that pervert did inappropriate things to me...I frown at the thought. Multiple things flash into my mind and I feel the nerve to freak out right now. I peer back into the mirror with determination. Time to kill whoever decided to kidnap me. I look around for a weapon. I don't find anything until I open a closet. I smirk at the sight of an iron. I grab it happily with a snicker. I stroll back over to the bathroom and turn the light off. Next, I make my way over to the bed. I stack the pillows to make it appear as if I am still sleeping there.
I climb into the small closet and close the door. The bastard won't even see me coming, humph. I wait patiently, trying to keep myself calm. Maybe, when I knock the fucker out; I can steal his wallet and live off his money for a short minute. I nod to myself, sounds like a solid plan. But one thing that confuses me...is why a rich guy would take a dirty poor girl to a place as nice as this. Wait, now that I think about it...how did he even bring me inside? Wouldn't people question why there's a girl knocked out in his arms?
The door makes a sound abruptly and I discard those questionable thoughts. All that matters right now, is that this pervert feels my wrath. The door opens and I watch through the blinds in the closet. He stops in front of my door and I freeze. I tighten my grip on the iron handle. Come on, keep on walking. I bite my lip when he turns toward the closet door. He reaches toward it and I can hear my heart race in my ears. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck! How did he know?!
He opens the door and I do not hesitate to chuck the iron at his face. "Take that!" I shout. He simply moves his head to the side, and it flies past him. It hits the wall and leaves multiple cracks in it. It falls with a loud boom. I feel my eyes widen in shock, not expecting him to dodge it! I examine his attire and find the person to be in a nice black suit. It appears to be luxurious. "My, my. That's quite rude, is it not?" the person asks. I freeze when he speaks, and I slowly look up at him.
My heart literally stops when I find it is Sebastian before me. He wears a knowing smirk as he stares down at me. My knees go weak and I fall forward by accident. He catches me though, holding me up with his hands under my arms. "S-S-Sebastian..." I stutter in disbelief. His hair looks a little different, a bit longer than I'm used to. Everything else is the same though.
His smirk widens as he sets me back on my feet properly. They still feel weak to me, however. "Hello." he utters. I feel tears brim near my eyelids. I take in all of him, so happy to see his face—no—be near him even. His expression quickly morphs into one of concern. He sets a plastic bag on the ground, but I barely register that. I try to stop my tears from falling but they do it anyway.
"I-I thought...I thought I wasn't ever going to see you again!" I sob loudly, with a small wail. I sound like a child. I grab his sleeve pathetically afterward, "I d-don't know why you are here—" I hiccup. I force him closer to me and I wrap him into a hug. I don't care if he finds it uncomfortable. I continue to wail into his fancy jacket. His scent washes over me and I inhale it greedily. It's like a blanket of safety and comfort. I reach up and grip the lapel of his jacket as I bury my face into the cloth.
He takes a deep breath; I can feel it against my head. His hand touches the back of my head suddenly. I don't flinch at it though. I smile at the action, not even knowing why he is comforting me. He pats my head softly before his fingers curl into the strands of my hair. "Calm down." he mutters quietly. I nod impishly as I try to. My waterworks slow down after a few minutes. I peel away from him slightly and he takes his hand off my head. I pout a little, missing the contact.
I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. I hiccup often, but they grow smaller. "Better?" he asks.
"Yeah." I nod with a sniffle. I pull away from him, remembering he doesn't really like contact like that. I peer up at him again to find him already staring down at me. "Sorry." I mumble.
He gives me a fake smile, "Do not concern yourself with it."
I frown at the look and hug myself, "What are you doing here?"
He glances away as if uncertain to answer. "A favor." he admits after a few seconds of silence. I perk up, feeling curious now. "A favor?" I repeat in question.
He nods, "It is something you asked of me."
I scratch my head in confusion, "I never asked you to come to see me in the future."
He smirks then, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Not yet anyway."
I feel my eyes widen in surprise, "What does that mean?" I ask. He grabs the plastic bag off the floor abruptly and gestures to a table in the corner of the room. "Shall I explain it to you as you eat." he offers.
My stomach grumbles painfully on cue. I clutch it in embarrassment, "I mean since you insist..." I mumble and make my way to the table. I can feel his eyes on me as he follows along. I sit down and he does the same across from me. He takes out a to-go container from the plastic bag. He opens it for me and slides it across the table. I stare at the feast before me and my mouth salivates in response to the delicate scent that wafts into the air. What lies before me are blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hash browns. He slides a plastic silverware set toward me next.
I grab it readily and pop the plastic bag open. I take out all the silverware including a small napkin. "I forgot how much plastic consumes this time period." I mutter to myself in thought. I cut a small slice of the pancake and stuff it into my mouth. I moan at the wonderful taste that explodes in my mouth. I tap my feet happily, the feeling of food in my stomach is a bit overwhelming over these past hours. "It's so good!" I cry with a grin.
My eyes flicker to Sebastian to find him staring at me with his demon eyes. They are quite intense if I dare say. I try not to blush, I really do. I set my fork down, realizing I must look embarrassing from overreacting. "Are you not hungry?" he asks randomly, his eyes stop glowing after.
"Eh?" I voice before picking my fork back up. "No, I am starving."
He rests a cheek into the palm of his hand, "Then do not hesitate to eat. It best for you to regain your health."
"Right..." I trail off, finding him a bit weird. I'm not used to this version of Sebastian. But he seems the same too. How conflicting. I stuff some more food into my mouth, making sure to not exaggerate at the flavor. "So," I start off and dab the napkin against my mouth. "How did I gain favor from you exactly?" I ask.
He hums a little, "To be precise, something changed back then. I cannot go into specifics as it would mess with the timing. Please understand."
I tilt my head in confusion, "I think I understand to some extent."
"Yes. I cannot divulge into future information for you have yet to know of it in simpler words."
I nod again, "I see. But I have traveled in time twice now. Surely, knowing some things can't hurt." I persist.
He smirks slightly, "No matter how much you press, I will not succumb to your whims. Though to be honest, you have not used your future knowledge much if you think about it hard enough."
I frown a little, "Damnit." I mutter. "Anyways, you are mostly right about not incorporating my future knowing's."
"It is better not to, but I cannot say it is a bad thing altogether."
I nod and take another bite of my food. So, basically, Sebastian cannot tell me anything. I would try to trick him into it but that's not wise probably. I peek at him to find him still staring at me. I blink in confusion, "What?"
He shrugs, "Nothing really. It has been a while since I have lost saw you are all."
"Awhile? Probably more like one hundred and thirty years!" I exclaim. "You'd be surprised." he smirks.
I sweatdrop, "But you just said—"
He raises a hand, "Ignore what I said. It is not important."
I sigh at his reasoning but let it slip by. Knowing him, he probably has his own reasons. I continue to eat in thought. "Why did Undertaker send me back here?" I ask out loud.
His eyes narrow and flash their demonic hue. "I do not wish to talk about that reaper." he utters in a disgusted dark tone. I can feel the irritation and anger flowing off him.
I stare at him with wide eyes, "O-Okay, I'm assuming it's a mess." I stutter. His gaze softens and he calms down by brushing his hair back with his fingers. It's not until I notice that there is a pentagram still on his hand. "Wait!" I shout.
He stops halfway, appearing a bit confused. "What is it?"
"Are you in a contract right now?" I ask. He lowers his hand slowly until he is peering down at the mark. "Indeed, I am." he confirms.
"Shouldn't you be with them? Not with me?" I question, a bit lost. "Every contract is different. There is always a different set of rules and expectations. This contract is almost finished, I am waiting for him to have an heir to his multi-million-dollar company. In this contract, I requested one day off as his bodyguard. Today is that day." he explains and flexes his hand in thought.
I reach out and grab it. I pull it closer to me. He lets me do so and I stare at the pentagram. It mirrors the one he has with Ciel, but the words are different, I think. I point to them, "Are these the rules for the contract?"
"Yes, they are written in my language of course." he hums. I stare at them curiously, wondering what the words sound like. I let go of his hand afterward and he sets it on the table. There is much to think of. I bite my lip in thought, one question lingering on my mind more. I glance up at him sadly, "I have another question."
His stare becomes quite serious as if he knew what the question was. "Go on." he encourages. I sigh through my nose, not sure if I want the answer to this. "It might seem obvious, but I still find myself wanting confirmation." I murmur. "Did you take Ciel's soul?" I ask after a few seconds.
"Indeed."
My heart sinks terribly low, and I reach up to grab at my chest. I knew it. I really did, I mean how obvious could it be. For once, I have control of my tears and I suck them up. So, I really will become the last Phantomhive. I look back at him, "Did he suffer?" I ask almost in a whimper.
Sebastian tilts his head a little as if thinking back to the moment. "He asked for the experience to be tormenting. So, I did as Ciel Phantomhive requested."
I perch my elbows on the tabletop and grab my hair. That stupid brother of mine. Did he really think the pain would do anything? Did he really...feel that guilty? I feel some tears brim in my eyes, wondering what his thoughts may have been in those final moments. This is too painful to even think about right now. But this just makes me want to go back even more. I must make sure he lives the rest of his life without too many regrets. I don't care if Sebastian disagrees with such attempts.
"Rina," Sebastian calls out. I peer up at him on instinct. I do not blame Sebastian. I mean, Ciel is the one who accepted his offer after all. But I guess it just hurts more that I love my brother's killer. I hope Ciel never finds out. He'd never speak to me again. "do not worry about it too much. While it happens, you will be fine. I can tell you that."
I blink away my tears, "What do you mean I'll be fine?! How could I be fine after he leaves?"
Sebastian's eyes widen as if he realized something. "Ah, my pardon, I seem to have misspoken. I meant you will be fine after some time passes."
My heart stutters at that, "Will I really be though?" I ask and my lip wobbles at the thought of being all alone. All alone in that manor with no family. The thought of it is depressing enough.
Sebastian smiles rather oddly, and it takes me by surprise, "If you need me to repeat it, I guarantee you overcome his death eventually."
I feel a bit taken aback, "Is that so..." I mutter. It usually takes me a while to overcome grief. I mean, I am living evidence of that now. But if Sebastian says I'll be okay, everything tells me it really will be. Because Sebastian does not lie ever. But he twists the truth, a voice whispers in the back of my mind. I sigh again at that. I really do not know what to do anymore. Sebastian says I will be going back to the past. Do I really want to though? There is so much I can avoid. However, the thought of leaving all my family and friends back there sounds downright wrong.
"You will be taking me back today, right?" I ask him. He looks down at a watch on his wrist. "Yes, the time is approaching eleven in the morning."
I frown at that, "When do I leave?"
"Whenever," he responds. "Would you like to explore your hometown for a bit? We have time after all."
I perk up at that, finally something to look forward to. "Really? You'd waste it for me?" I ask as my excitement bubbles within me. He smirks a little, "The day is yours to pursue."
I grin happily at the thought of a mini-vacation once again. FINALLY, I CAN ENJOY MYSELF! "As long as there are no attack zombies or a sinking ship, I will gladly take advantage of your offer."
His smirk widens and he stands from his chair. He grabs the to-go container. He walks away from me to probably dispose of it I can only presume. I notice a bottle of water in the plastic bag he set on the table earlier. I grab it and drown the whole thing in a matter of seconds. Dear God, I was so thirsty. I stand from my seat after I set the empty bottle on the table. I find Sebastian holding one of those rectangular objects near the garbage can. I saunter up to his side curiously and stare at it. "What is that?" I ask.
He spares me a glance before concentrating back on the device, "It is a phone." he informs me. I stare at it in awe, "Oh my gosh! For real?!" I cry. I watch him tap something on the glass and a white page comes up. I notice the Google logo and I gape at it. "Wait, I thought only computers could pull up websites." I comment.
"These are known as smartphones. They are basically small computers." he explains. "Wow, that's so cool!" I shout. He types in 'weather' in the search bar and I stare in wonder as it loads almost immediately. What kind of advanced technology is this!? I remember when I would go on Youtube and it would buffer forever.
"It seems it will be quite warm today." he murmurs. I glance at the top of the screen and find it to be eleven in the morning exactly. "Oh yeah, Sebastian, what is the date?" I ask curiously. He drags the screen down from the top and I watch in awe. I want a smartphone! "It is April 18th, 2018." he responds.
I feel my mouth drop open in shock. This isn't the same year as to when I left. Holy shit, the future advances so fast! It's only taken them this long. Humans are awesome. "I left in the year 2005!"
He smirks at that before shutting the phone off with a button on the side. "It has been long for you."
"No shit Sherlock!" I shout, I feel like my mind is going to burst from too much information in one morning. I take a deep breath to relax and exhale. "Anyway, what should we do today?" I ponder out loud.
"Is there anything you wished to do ever since you left?" he asks. I frown at that, knowing there were many things I missed. I glance at the open window; the things I missed filter into my thoughts. I frown at the first one, my mother. I glance at him, "Can I see...my mom?" I ask hesitantly.
He nods, for once, his gaze is soft, "If that is what you wish, yes."
I grin happily, the thought of seeing her making my heartache all over again. It has been too long, but for some reason, I can still remember her scent. I can't really describe it altogether. It just smells like my mother and that's it. "I wonder how she is doing..." I trail off, hoping she did not die or something.
He frowns a little, "Please keep an open mind."
I tilt my head in confusion, "What do you mean?"
He seems a bit pressured as if fighting something from within him. "It is best if you remember that, as I wish to not go into detail. Also, I must tell you, you cannot interact with her."
I sigh, knowing this well enough. I give him a sad look, "I know this already...since I'm going straight back today, there would be no point in telling her I'm alive. However," I pause for a second as my lip trembles at the mere thought of just seeing her again. "I'm content to even see her one last time, as I am prepared." I croak out. I place my hands over my face, trying to press the tears back. Why do I cry so much? I'm so emotional.
His hand cups my shoulder abruptly and I stiffen at the feeling of his strong grip. Why is he comforting me? I'm so confused, Sebastian never does this. However, the minute I think of this, various moments of him doing so pop up into my mind. He would check up on me in the middle of the night when I can't sleep; by bringing me a blanket to warm me up. Even during the lock room mission, he tucked me in when I was strapped down to the chair. Numerous occurrences flash in my mind and I feel a small blush bloom on my cheeks.
"Do not feel sad because of this. Take this chance to make an official farewell, knowing she is healthy and well."
I nod, as determination slowly fills inside me. "You're right." I agree. I peer up at him through my eyelashes to find a serious expression gazing down upon me. I give him another smile, this one larger than the previous, "Thanks, Sebastian."
He gives me a soft smile in return as he takes his hand away. "Your welcome."
As I feel a bit better now, another question arises within me. "Sebastian," I say with a small frown.
"Yes?"
"How did you find me?" I ask, seriously interested. He glances away and pulls out his phone again. He pushes a button, and the screen lights up. He pockets it right after, "I shall explain most of it in the car. You must get ready for the day."
I nod, fine with his answer. "Did you buy me clothes then?"
He gestures to the dresser against the wall behind me, "Yes, I picked various things that suit your tastes. There are dresses in the bathroom closet if you wish for those."
I scratch the back of my head, "You really did come prepared, huh."
"Of course," he smirks. "You have about thirty minutes to prepare." he informs.
I sweatdrop, there's one thing that has not changed: it's his patience and time management. "Yes, yes, I'll get right to it."
I walk over to the drawer and pull out the first one. I did not expect to see multi-colored undergarments and bras. I flush at the sight of them and slam it closed. "Is something wrong?" he asks obliviously. I shake my head, "Nope, everything is fine!" I shout back immediately. I pull the drawer back out with a deep breath, the thought of Sebastian buying me undergarments is mentally horrifying. But now that I think about it...I search through the bras and find their tags. All of them are the same cup size.
I turn towards him slowly, my cheeks aflame with mortification. "Did you see me naked?!" I shriek and march over to him. I grab his jacket aggressively. His eyes glitter with humor and his lips form into a knowing smirk, "I did indeed, dress and bathe you if that is what you are ultimately asking."
I feel my face heat up even more, "Y-You—" I stutter out and back away from him. "You pervert!" I shout at him. I can't look in his general direction. I am way too embarrassed. Not only did he see all I have, but he scrubbed everything too.
"Did you wish to remain filthy?" he asks abruptly. I scowl at him in return, "Well-NO! But still! Oh my god, this is like my worst nightmare come true." I ramble. Is it just me or is it hot in here? I look down at my silky garments, thinking they are more revealing than I would have liked. I glare back at him, "You can try and hide your perverseness all you want. I know the real goal here!"
He holds his chin in thought as he examines my body. Goosebumps raise along my back up to my neck. "Well, I suppose for a human, you are not the worst looking." he comments, and I barely notice how his eyes flash for a split second.
I think I might die from disbelief.
"What have you done with my Sebastian? You are an imposter!" I hiss at him with a beady glare and beat red face.
He seems amused and he takes a step forward. I pick up on his emotions, finding him to be feeling quite entertained and cocky mostly. He stalks toward me and I take multiple steps back. I point at him, not wanting him any closer to me for once. "Stay back, foul demon." I threaten.
He smirks widely and I find his demon fangs poking through the human façade. Oh, dear lord, someone saves me. "Or what? It's not like you can order me, right?" he teases.
I nearly choke on my spit at the fact. He is not wrong there. "Ahh! Why are you so infuriating?!"
He pins me against the hotel door, both arms blocking me in. "Forgive me. It is not often I get this kind of reaction from you."
"You don't sound sorry." I utter with a sweatdrop. Normally, I would find this hot coming from him. But my total embarrassment is clouding my thoughts. He leans closer and I press myself further against the door. His teeth are all sharper now. Woah, I've never seen them like that. "You're right, I don't mean it."
I place my hands on his chest, trying to push him away. "I miss the old Sebastian!" I cry out, this one too daring for me right now. He stops when I say that, and he appears confused. "Really?" he asks as if it's the most surprising thing to him.
I look away for a second in thought, "Okay, I change my answer. I sort of miss the old Sebastian."
He chuckles and releases me from his arm cage finally, "Good. The old me is quite stiff around you."
"Eh?" I voice. "You just now realize that?"
He places a hand on his hip, and gestures to himself, "The old me you speak of is a façade for the most part after all. I was the representative of the Phantomhive family. Therefore, I needed to act as such."
That's when it clicks for me, "So, this is the real you." I insinuate.
He raises a finger, "Not quite. But for the most part, yes."
"What does that even mean?" I ask, feeling more confused by his answer. I shake my head, getting rid of those thoughts. "Whatever, since you're done harassing me. I'm going to get dressed now."
I head back over to the dresser and pick out my undergarments. I could not deny they are insanely cute. He even picked out one with a pretty flower pattern on it. I grab that one, it even has matching underwear. I set those on top of the dresser before pulling out the second drawer. I find numerous t-shirts and tank tops inside. I pull the third one out curiously and find shorts, some leggings as well. I sort out my options, but I really don't know what looks good together. I'm so used to Victorian clothing.
I feel a pout make a home on my lips. A shadow hovers over me suddenly and I peer up to find Sebastian next to my side now. "What is wrong?" he asks. I stand straight again with a sigh, "It's all cute, I don't know what looks good with what though." I say.
He puts a hand to his chin in thought as he stares at the clothes I have taken out. He smirks abruptly though, "Would you care for a dress?" he asks. I tilt my head in thought, "I mean, that's all I wear usually. But I guess, I wouldn't mind...why?" I answer and question.
He walks away from me and heads toward the bathroom. He comes back out a moment later and holds out a dress toward me. It has roses decorated all over it which are a light pink tone, and the dress is burgundy. "How about this?" he suggests. I nod in awe, loving the design. I've never seen anything like it. "It's super cute! What kind of dress is it? I've never seen it before."
I walk up to it and take it out of his hands. I hold it out in front of me, marveling at its odd texture at the sleeves and top. The bottom is flowy, but it is built so the bottom is split in the front. "I believe it is called a Maxi dress."
I smile in content, "I love it." I grab my undergarments and toss the dress over my shoulder, "I'll be ready soon!"
I dash toward the bathroom and enter inside. "Do you need help putting it on?" I hear Sebastian ask before I close the door. I flush at the thought of him even seeing me so vulnerable again. "In your dreams!" I shout at him and I slam my door closed, locking the door for extra caution. Stupid pervert, I can hear him chuckling despite how much I try to block it out.
