Heyo readers,
Sorry for the long wait, college is a pain in my ass lately. It still is, so many things to do. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter, it took me a while to write. I appreciate your guy's patience and comments.
I believe we'll be arriving at the Weston College arc in like two or three chapters from now? It depends if I will write a filler chapter for reaching 500 followers or not. It'd be something short.
Just a side note: All the weird or strange behavior with Sebastian is him reacting to the fact she is not mated to him yet. The tattoo makes him hardwired will the knowledge they need to. Even though he knows he is with that future Rina. It's the fact that his mate before him is not mated, and that's sending him through a loop. He has to restrain himself from saying and doing many things, sometimes his control slips as you can see. So yeah. XD (thought I'd explain that.)
Have a great day, y'all!
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The fish finally came, and it tasted heavenly for the price Sebastian must pay for it. When I look down at the plate, I find it halfway devoured by yours truly. I set my fork down and clear my throat a little before picking the wine glass up. I take a small sip and lean back against the chair. I find myself staring at the beach again; people walk about with smiles, many of them being teenagers I can only assume by how young they appear.
I swirl the contents in the glass in mindless thought. The peace of everything in this moment feels like a breath of fresh air. It's been a while since I've been home as well. I inhale through my nose and release it shortly after, feeling quite satisfied. The wind blows my hair back, but it is warm. I could stay forever here, at this moment. I peek at the demon across from me and find him staring at the ocean as well. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips as stare at him, I am a little stunned until I frown.
If only I could freeze time, it would be here.
He seems to feel my gaze and turns his head to return the burning stare. He tilts his head, appearing confused, his smile gone. "Is something the matter?" he asks me, his tone normal.
I feel my heart sink because, for some reason, I am even sad to say goodbye to this version of him. Sounds stupid, but I am. I set my glass down lightly and I rub my thumb against the base of it. "Not particularly..." I mumble, the real words stuck in my throat.
He crosses his arms then, appearing thoughtful. "Hmm, it's been a while since you've lied to me."
"Eh? You really do hate it after all these years!" I practically shout at him, a bit astonished. He frowns then, his nostrils flaring, "Of course. Lying is such a human thing, it's quite distasteful."
My lips purse at his scolding, "Yeah, well, at least I don't twist the truth. UNLIKE SOMEBODY I KNOW." I reply sarcastically.
He smirks at me and leans forward, taking me in with an amused look. "You love to toss that comeback, don't you?"
I narrow my eyes at him, "It's a truthful comeback. Hah! Take that!"
"Ah, I must admit, you did tell the truth there." he sighs and holds a hand above his chest, appearing defeated. I can literally feel the fakeness flowing off him. "For once." he adds on with a coiling smirk.
I feel my temple pulse and I chuck my spoon at him in retaliation. "Ugh, so annoying. Die." I snarl at him. He catches the spoon mid-flight with that stupid fake close eyed smile. It only ticks me off more. "It is not nice to throw things, dar—Rina."
"Maybe you shouldn't provoke a woman, then!" I hiss.
He snickers then and sets the spoon back down on the table. "Are you finished with your dinner?" he asks after calming down quickly.
I huff and cross my arms, "Yes, I am, if you must know." The table has a device sitting near the end and Sebastian reaches for it. I become curious and try to inspect it as he touches the surface of it. "What are you doing?" I ask.
He takes out his wallet from his pocket and opens it, "Paying the bill." he states and takes his card out. He inserts it into the machine, and I watch in awe. "You don't have to pay through the waiter?" I ask out loud. He shakes his head and takes the card out not long after. He puts it back in his wallet and pockets it.
"Ready?" he asks me while scooting his chair back. I nod and follow him out of the restaurant. We walk back down to the car. "So, what now?" I hum and stare at the sky, it is slowly darkening with orange.
"Depends on your wishes."
I glance behind me in thought and gaze at the far-off ocean, "Can we go to the beach?"
"Yes, if that is what you want."
I smile at him and grab the fabric of his expensive jacket, "Let's go then!" I shout. I drag him through the parking lot until we arrive behind the restaurant. I forget about him temporarily and release him from my grip. I dash toward the ocean; the waves are calm. I kick my sandals off and pick up the skirts of my dress. I waddle until my knees are barely even underwater. A shiver runs up my legs as the cool water brushes against my skin. I tie my dress to my side in a quick knot so I'm not constantly holding it.
I bend down to pick up some water into my hands. It spills over the edges of them and I raise my arms up quickly, releasing the water so it rains down around me. I giggle childishly as the droplets twinkle in the diminishing light. I glance toward where the sun sets and raise a hand up over my eyes to cover them slightly. The sun is almost to the point where it will set. Pinks enter the clouds, making them look soft and sweet. Some wind pushes my hair back, saltwater tickles my cheeks. I take in a deep breath, wanting to live in the moment painted before me.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and turn around to look at the demon. He stands still, the black stark clothing glued to his form clashing with the light the sunset provides. His hair also sways with the gentle breeze. His gaze seems distant as he faces my direction. Looking at me but past me as well. I flash him a steady grin, feeling light as a feather. His eyes proceed to widen until he smiles back at me with something soft. It melts my heart, in all honestly.
"Why don't you join me?" I shout at him as he is a little away. He shakes his head, "No, I am fine from here." he tosses back quickly.
"Ehh, you're no fun." I whine and stick my tongue out at him before my smile comes back. I kick the water and it splashes forward, onto another wave. I decide to walk back toward him, fighting against the water. As I approach him, I find he is holding my sandals now. I smirk at that, what a nice demon he is. Once I am out of the water, I come up to him and hold my hand out.
He gives me my sandals back, but I refrain from putting them on yet. I hold them by the straps and continue to walk down the beach. The waves barely come up to my feet as I clasp my hands together behind my back. I spot numerous shells and sand dollars in the wet sand. Many of them are broken but that does not stop my hunt for a full one of either. I can hear Sebastian follow me, his shoes smacking against the sand loudly. I do not look back for I am sure, he is already staring at me. It's like he is watching my every move. It is something I am used to, but it's never this intense.
I stop when I find a shell and I get onto my knees. I dig around and comb the seashell out of the sand. It has a spiral shape and smile at it. I stand again and brush the sand off it. It is an orange-tan color. I swivel around to show Sebastian, "Look, I found one!" I cheer happily. "I'm gonna give this to Ciel, it's sharp like him." I snicker.
Sebastian stares at it inquisitively before he seems to recognize it, "Ah, I see now. This is how you obtained it."
I peer up at him quizzically, "Do you remember me giving it to him?"
He nods, staring at the shell, "Yes, it is a good find."
I smile at his compliment since those are rare. I shall revel in this for a moment. "You think so?" I hum thoughtlessly while examining it again. "It is pretty," I comment before handing it to him. "Hold onto it for me."
He takes it and pockets it safely inside his jacket. I continue walking again and he follows behind like a vampire. "Sebastian," I call out.
"Yes?"
I point next to my side with a small pout, "Walk beside me, it's weird you're just following. Especially since your legs are longer than mine."
He rolls his eyes and comes to my side as I asked. We walk in companionable silence but for some reason, it feels a little tense. Maybe I am just imagining things though. I peek at him to find him glaring at the sand in front of us. I tilt my head curiously, wondering what's on his mind to glare so hard. He looks a bit irritated for some reason. I grab the cloth of his jacket and tug on it, hoping to distract him. He glances at me immediately, his glare gone.
"Sebastian," I say. "Let's go do something else."
He raises an eyebrow in question, "Like what?"
I hold my chin in thought, wondering what to do. "Mmm...Oh, Oh, how about we take a picture?!" I offer. He appears to think about it before sighing. "I suppose so, where?" he asks next.
I stop walking and he copies the action, "Right here, right now." I suggest.
He takes out his phone and taps the camera icon. He raises it up and I come closer into the frame, so it does not cut me off. "Ready?" he asks as his thumb hovers over the button to take the photo. I nod, and smile at the camera, "Yes." I say through clenched teeth. He taps the button twice and lowers the phone. He taps on the gallery and our faces pop up. "Oh! These are awesome, you even got the sunset in the background!" I exclaim in awe.
I grab the phone out of his hands quickly and open the rest of the gallery. I am curious what other pictures he has—cats. I stare at numerous different cats, there must be about one hundred cat photos. I scroll through all of them with widening eyes in surprise. It is not healthy to have this many photos of various cats. I peer at Sebastian with a sweat drop to find him with a blush, staring down at the phone with admiration.
"I'm not sure if I should be surprised or not." I comment.
"They are adorable, my felines. ~" he practically coos. I sweatdrop again, glad to know his obsession with these pets has not ended. I shake my head with a sigh, "Man, this is sad to watch." I mumble.
I tap the home screen to find another cat as the wallpaper. This man...demon, whatever the hell he is, he's just too much sometimes. I tap the photo gallery with a determined look. I go back to the pictures of us and I smile at our charming we look together. I quickly pop myself out of my fantasy bubble and hit the three dots in the upper right-hand corner.
"What are you doing?" he asks, sounding apprehensive a little. I push the button 'Set as background' and it does as it says. "No!" he gasps and snatches his phone back from my hands. I pout at that, "Our picture looks better than a stock photo of a kitten!" I shout at him, feeling a bit pissy.
He scowls at me then, "How dare you insult such a majestic animal!" he cries.
I facepalm, "Listen to yourself, are you even a demon?!" I shout again, his antics making me really doubt his origin at this moment. I try to snatch his phone again, but he whips it away from me. I watch how he pockets his phone as quickly as possible. "I do not think I need to answer that question." he replies with a small glare.
"Oh? Really? You act like a child more than half the time." I sneer back, mocking him. "I guess cats are your true weakness. I should write this down in a 'How to Take Down A Demon 101' book."
"You think you are funny, don't you?" he drawls out with a roll of his eyes. I stare at him in full seriousness, "Yeah, I do, actually. You don't realize the comedic talent I contain, for shame." I fake sniffle as if his comment hurt.
He smirks before raising his arm and pats my head, "I am just teasing you, do not get so worked up."
I'm not sure how I feel about the head pats, but I will not deny I do not mind it. "I am not worked up." I deny with pursed lips.
His hand lowers down to my face and squeezes my lips together. I squirm uncomfortably with the pressure. "He..y, stop-that!" I manage to get out with a glare directed at him. He leans down, his smirk broadening, "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you." he informs.
I grab his wrist, trying to pull away from him. "Ass-hole." I say with a pause between the words. "Says the child before me." he mocks back. He releases my face afterward and I reach up to massage my aching muscles.
He continues to walk forward, and I glare at his back. "Just because I am younger than you, doesn't mean anything." I grumble under my breath. He looks back at me, his eyes twinkling with humor. "I am very much older than you."
I jog up to his side, "So what?" I rebuke.
"I know much more than you realize much of the time."
"Now you sound like me." I mention, thinking about how I would say that in the past. He smirks again, "Correct."
"Does that mean I have to call you 'old man' when I get back?" I ask with my own smirk. He immediately glares at me, "Anything but that." he threatens as if he is appalled at the idea of it.
I snort and cover my nose after the noise, "But it's the truth, right? So, since you hate lies, I should be truthful, right?"
"You are testing me." Sebastian practically growls. I smirk then and grab his tie to pull him forward a little. I lower his face down to mine, "You don't look like you truly dislike it." I murmur.
His eyes narrow and flash as they flicker down and back up. "As much as I would enjoy this little game," he says breathily, "it is time we go back to the hotel." he hums with a hooded gaze.
I let go of him then, my heart hammering in my chest. I clear my throat and take a step back, "Yes, that would be best, wouldn't it?"
He nods, but a smirk still sits on his face as if he won something. He grabs my wrist and leads me back to the car. He opens my door for me, and I slide in, watching as it closes it after I am comfortable. He opens his door and climbs inside. He push starts the car and reverses us out of the parking lot. I glance at the time on the clock, to find it nearing seven o'clock. There is still much time until I need to leave. The drive back to the hotel is silent, but it's not like I have much to discuss. Besides all the questions he won't answer.
We pull up to the hotel and I climb out of my seat. Sebastian pops the trunk open and it is filled to the brim with items and clothing. I sweatdrop, not thinking about how much we really got. It was like a blind shopping spree. I kept picking stuff I wanted, and things Sebastian suggested. I really don't know how I am going to carry all this home. Sebastian grabs almost everything, and I grab the remaining bags. He left the lightest for me, what a gentleman.
I manage to close the trunk with my elbow and a hotel employee takes Sebastian's keys to park the car. I follow Sebastian inside and he presses the keycard against the elevator buttons. He pushes a button and the elevator conveniently opens automatically and we squeeze inside. I hit our floor number and the doors close. "Sebastian, do you like modern technology?" I ask him curiously.
He seems to think about it for a second, "Yes and no. Most of the time, it is a hassle to deal with but not impossible. I do enjoy its perks, especially those movies and plays. They indeed entertain me to an extent, to watch humans be humans and watch humans laugh at death. This world has changed once again under my nose."
I stare at him a bit astonished; his opinion is interesting. The elevator dings to notify us of our arrival. It opens and Sebastian leads out first. I trickle along, as he stops at door eventually. He presses the card against the sensor and the door beeps. The door makes an unlocking sound and I nudge him aside to open the door for him. I walk in once I force it open and hold it for him until he is inside as well. I set down the bags against the wall and he copies me. I stretch my arms up in the air with a small yawn, "We did so much today, I am exhausted again."
He moves over to the curtains and closes them, "Indeed, it was rather busy. You should rest before you set on your next journey."
I nod, agreeing with his idea, "Sounds wonderful." I mumble. I bend down and start to dig through the bags, looking for comfy clothes. I had to rummage through at least five of them until I find the sweatshirt, sports bra, and leggings I purchased today. I snuck the leggings in though...they looked so comfy. He will probably lecture me for buying them, but oh well, don't have time to return them.
I take these three items and sneak into the bathroom. I change into them quickly and sigh happily when I am done. I feel so cozy, nothing can defeat this mood. I come back out and find the television on. Sebastian is sitting on the bed though, on his phone again. He is typing quite fast. I put my dress back into a bag and wander over to the bed as well. I flop down on top of it, the bed is stiff. The one back home is surprisingly more comfortable.
"When did you get those?" Sebastian asks immediately, I can feel his eyes roaming my figure. I roll my eyes, but he can't see. "At the mall, where else?" I point out.
I hear him sigh heavily, "Must you go against my wishes?"
"You act as I went with them in the first place." I toss back and sit up. I crawl over to him and flop against his back. He stiffens a little, but my mission is to see what he is up to. I find him texting someone with a bunch of red heart emojis after every text. I stare at it in complexion and reach out to point at it. "Who are you texting?" I ponder out loud. My eyes flicker upward to find the name 'Grell'. I grimace, "Oh never mind."
I feel his shoulders sag in defeat as if the thought of him wore him out. "After all these years, this reaper will not leave me alone." he sighs.
"Yeesh, they won't give up no matter how many times you tell them 'no', huh."
Sebastian's head lowers, "Unfortunately," he says, his tone miserable. My hand reaches up to play with his hair unconsciously and I tug at the tips which always stand up. "How did you get them to agree to this anyway? Grell would probably want something in return, right?" I hum. I feel him shiver violently and I stop messing with his hair.
He reaches up to cup his face into his hands, "Please...I wish to not talk about it."
I stare at him, feeling a bit concerned, "Sebastian...it can't be that bad...right?"
"It's the worst thing I must put myself through. Ugh, I wish to go back home already."
I sweatdrop, thinking of the worst. "Is it...sex?" I ask cautiously.
The room is silent besides the television in the background. I can literally feel the horror rolling off him in waves. It's almost enough to make it hard to breathe around him. "Why must you put such disturbing images in my mind? Please, stop talking, you are making this worse." he groans.
I feel bad immediately, never seeing Sebastian this way. I hug his back, trying to cheer him up. "W-Whatever it is, you can just dip on them when I go back, right? Right?" I question, hoping for the best.
He shakes his head and turns his head to stare at me with the deadest look in his eyes. "I do not know how I would, considering they would fight me and that is almost just as troublesome."
I grip his shoulders, dying to know the promise. "Sebastian, what is so bad, if not sex?"
His face pales, "A date."
I blink at him as his teeth clench up. "That's...not so bad." I mumble, but I also feel pity for him. That's really rough.
"Not bad? Not bad!" he shouts and turns around to stare at me with wide eyes filled with dread. "It's torment! I am a demon, and he is a reaper, this is wrong in too many ways!"
I sweatdrop at his words, "T-That...is pretty disturbing." I agree finally.
He sighs as if exhausted and leans back, making me hold him awkwardly. "Seriously, I hope for this to be the last time I must see them in person." he growls out lowly.
I smirk down at him, finding his attitude a little cute. It's rare I see him like this. I scooch back while slowly lowering him down so his back is pressing against the bed. I kneel at his side as he lies there with his eyes closed. I let out a small yawn and decide to lie down next to him. The sheets ruffle around me as I move around until I lie on my side, facing him. I don't want to take my focus off him, as he is even attractive from this angle.
My hand raises on its own, but I notice it before I can dare touch him. A disappointed silent sigh escapes past my lips as I lower it back down near my chest. My eyes feel pretty heavy. They are opening and closing as I fight off sleep from taking me under. I don't want to lose time with Sebastian. As sad as that sounds, but the demon before me...is something I have never had the pleasure of experiencing in the past. While there have been many odd occurrences between us during our short time together; I'll forever think about them fondly, despite the amount of confusion they emit half the time.
I smile a little at that thought. A weird feeling of peace enters my heart, but also a bit of bitterness knowing this is all one-sided. Even though, during our time spent together, it really did not feel as so. But I'm sure, he does not realize, how much it made me feel content and happy. My fingers dig into the sheets, crinkling them as my heart aches subtlety. It is not painful much, but it does sting me with reality. Ah, it's hard to fight these kinds of things. Too many mixed signals and too much hope at one time. Though he is a demon, I still feel this way toward him. God, have mercy on me if there truly is such a being. Maybe I'm a lost cause though for being too deep with the dark.
Sebastian's eyes open and his head turns toward me almost curiously. His gaze is deep but reassuring as he assesses my face. I give him a sleepy dream-like smile and I find it reflected in his eyes. He does not return the friendly gesture but continues to watch me closely. My eyes keep fighting the sleepy spell from getting stronger, but I find myself getting weaker despite my fight.
"Sleep." he insists and turns his body, so he is on his side now. He props his head up by placing his elbow on the bed and resting his head on his palm. I shake my head and nuzzle the blankets against my head, trying to get comfier. "Can't," I reply softly.
He gives me an amused smirk, "Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?" he asks jokingly.
I scowl at him tiredly, "Fuck off." I mutter.
He snickers for a second before calming down. "There is not much time for rest. You should sleep for the remaining time you have left."
I pout sadly, "I really don't wanna though. Spending the rest of the time I have left in this era sleeping...sounds stupid."
He hums as if thinking about something, "I do not think we have time for much else."
I also think about what else I could do. I glance around the room for a hot minute before I focus on the bathroom. I sit up in the realization of what I can do. I shuffle out of the bed and I can feel his eyes on me as I do. "I can take a shower!" I squeal happily with a random burst of energy. I dash over to it and open the bathroom door. The bathroom consists of a giant bathtub and a nice shower. I slam the door close behind, excited to do basic hygiene with automatic hot water.
I shred my clothes off as quickly as possible before opening the shower door. I find the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash inside already. I'm so happy, I swear I'm emitting sparkles. I twist the shower handle toward the hot direction, and it sprays out. I wait for a few moments before sticking my foot inside to test the temperature. I find it adequate and step inside. I shut the door behind me, and I melt as the water hits my skin. I step further in, enjoying the hot water. Holy shit, how much have I missed this.
I duck my head into the water, and I run my fingers through my hair. I let out a sigh, missing a good warm shower very much. I immediately think about how much I would love this in the winter. I grab the wall in anguish at the thought. How much a warm shower would be beneficial in the season, Ciel would never understand, poor boy. I grab the shampoo when I dig myself out of my self-induced misery. I pour a bunch in my hand and put the bottle back. I move away from the water and scrub the shit out of my hair. I give myself a deep scalp massage, enjoying every second.
I rinse my hair out after a few minutes and do the same with the conditioner. Next, I grab the body wash and scrub every inch of my body until I smell like lavender. I rinse myself off again and just stand under the hot water afterward. If you think I'm not going to stand here and enjoy the feeling, you are wrong. I reach up to twist the showerhead to a different setting. A steady surging stream comes out, which is very loud. I turn around and let it massage my back. I slouch at the wonderful feeling it provides. Yes, this is life.
I spend an extra ten minutes on this before turning off the water. Steam fills the bathroom when even more so when I open the glass door. I step out onto cool tile and grab a towel sitting above the toilet on a shelf. I begin to dry myself off, the towel soft against my warm skin. I grab another towel for my hair and wrap it into a turbine. I wrap the towel around me as well, covering up my body. I open the door and cool air kisses my skin. I take a deep breath, feeling squeaky clean and lovely. I walk up to the mirror in front of me and stare at my form.
I brush my fingers along my cheek before I think of the face cream I bought at the mall. I should apply that; my skin will be so soft! I walk over to the bags and squat down to search through them. I finally find the product and I take it out with a victorious grin. "Yes!" I shout and begin to skip back toward the mirror with it in hand.
However, a hand is wrapped around my wrist in a death tight grip spooks me. I accidently drop the bottle of cream. I stand still until I am wrenched back against something hard. I know it's Sebastian behind me, but I can't understand the reason for this. His hand lets go of my wrist before encircling my waist. It almost feels possessive. His fingers tilt my chin upward until my head is tilted back far enough to stare into his glowing eyes. I blush at our position; I can feel he is tense but also...I don't know, I don't know how to describe this intense emotion emitting from him.
I can feel his breath brush against my wet hair, it is heavy as his eyes dance with some type of conflict. His fingernails dig into my skin through the towel...his nails are rather sharp. The breath comes to a still in my throat as I feel confused but also thrilled for some reason. My back is warm, making my cheeks flush. "S...Sebastian," I call out with hesitation. He only brings me closer to his body if possible, to the point I can feel him along the curve of my back. "What are you doing?" I ask due to his response.
He moves his hand off my chin and I catch a glimpse of their demon-like nature which he possesses. What on Earth, I think. Before I know it, his other hand wraps around my waist I feel him press his face along my exposed upper back. I blush again, my back exploding with hot tingles. Why am I like this? I ponder shortly before the feeling of his hot breath on my sensitive skin distracts me. "Just stay still." I hear him mutter darkly, his voice deep and warbly.
I stare down with confliction, his behavior once again leaving me at a loss for words. I can't describe how much I've wanted this kind of contact from him. It's enough to make my heart swell. I lower my hands, cupping them over his own. They are like leather, but not quite, covered in inky blackness. His nails long and sharp, like a beast. I run my finger over one of his nails in thought. His hand twitches in response and I find it mildly amusing. "Sebastian," I call out his name again.
I feel his eyelashes brush against my skin at the sound of his name. "Hm...?" he hums lowly. I take a deep breath, "You confuse me too much...you know that?" I mumble.
"I apologize. But it has been hard to control my instincts...please forgive me."
I turn my head his way, giving him a blinded side glance. "How do you mean exactly?" I ask.
"I cannot say...but you will soon figure it out when you go back." he admits as his voice slowly returns to normal.
I frown at that, feeling disheartened he won't say. I watch his hands return to their human complexion. "I don't know what you mean, but it does hurt a lot." I mumble, quite tired of dealing with this struggle. Does the demon like more than he realizes or not? Is that even possible? For some reason, my heart says yes, but my brain plagues me with doubt. For the sole reason, he's a demon and demons don't care about humans, usually.
He moves his face off my back until his chin rests on top of my head. "I apologize once again for it is my fault. Please, do not think much about it for it will soon be dealt with. Hold on a little longer and give it time."
I shove his hands off me and twirl around with fed up tears brewing in my eyes. "Do you know how greedy that sounds? My heart can barely bear the pain any longer!" I shout at him, smacking my chest with indignation.
His eyes close and I notice the frown marring his lips as if pained by something. "I know, and all I can do is apologize at the moment. Your suffering shall be short, I can promise you that."
"Must you be so vague? You make it sound like what I feel will disappear on a whim or something!"
He sighs, his head tilting to the side a little, "I cannot say for it would rush too many things at once when you go back."
I frown at that, frustrated that all I can do is take his word. "Ugh, you're killing me right now." I groan.
He smirks then, it's charming, to say the least, "Yes, as a demon I do that."
I roll my eyes, "Okay, smartass." I utter. I have no choice but to comply with what he says. Everything is doubtful and confusing. It is the most frustrating thing ever. I move away from him. "Shall we start packing?" I ask and gesture to the bags on the floor. Sebastian looks at his watch, noting the time, "We have to leave very soon. I shall fetch the suitcases."
I nod and head toward the bathroom again to fetch my clothes. "I'm going to change quick." I announce.
"I shall begin packing, please hurry." he informs.
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It is nighttime outside by the time we leave the hotel. We are currently on our way to the meetup spot. I guess Grell is already waiting for us. Something about having to go back to do his job as quickly as possible. We are currently out of town right now. Apparently, the rendezvous spot is at a county park. It has no cameras there and no one really hikes at nightfall. In other words, a perfect spot to hit me with a chainsaw.
We pull up to the entrance and drive down to a trail path named Snake Run. Sebastian parks the car outside of the area. I get out and walk toward the trunk while he turns the car off. I pop the trunk open and take out a grey carry-on bag first. I wrap it over my chest, it is heavy but nothing I can't deal with. Sebastian comes around and grabs the suitcases out of the trunk for me. Those are extremely heavy, but I am strong enough to carry them naturally. I am a 'super' human like Finnian, I joke with myself. I shut the truck for him, and he picks up the suitcases by the handles.
"Shall we?" he says and nods his head toward the trail. I nod with a small smile, and he leads as I follow along.
The track into the trail gave me creepy vibes I will not deny. It is pitch dark out. Good thing I got my handy dandy night vision which I still have no clue on how I got. We walk in silence for about ten minutes before we come upon a clearing. Sebastian stops here and drops the suitcases. I twist the band around my chest nervously as I search around for the red-headed grim reaper.
"Where are they?" I question in confusion. Sebastian is looking around as well, also not sure. "Somewhere around here I'm sure." he replies, albeit wary.
It does not take long before I hear a shrill, "Sebas-chan! ~" encompass the air around us. I wince at the tone as Grell comes flying at Sebastian with goo-goo heart eyes. Sebastian simply dodges with a stoic expression, not impressed in the slightest. Grell lands on his feet surprisingly, but not steadily as he flounders around for a moment to catch his balance.
"How cold! Nothing has changed about you!" Grell shouts with a small frown. Sebastian sneers at him, fully annoyed already by the grim reaper's presence. "It seems the same for you as well."
I sweatdrop at their interaction. I don't mind Grell much, but they can be quite...overwhelming is putting it nicely. "Hi, Grell." I greet with a friendly smile.
Grell looks at me with a tilt of his head, "I never thought I'd see you again, honestly."
I point at me in confusion, "What?" I question.
Grell picks at their fingernails seeming somewhat disinterested in me, "I mean when you took off with S—"
Sebastian slaps a hand over Grell's mouth with an irritated smile, "Please refrain from revealing too much if you know what's good for you." he threatens.
Grell's face pales a little when Sebastian removes his hand. They clear their throat before looking back at me, "Are you ready to go, dearie? ~" they ask.
I nod, "Indeed, I am." I confirm.
"We must hurry, I don't have much time." Grell informs.
I glance up at Sebastian curiously, and I find him glaring at the ground. I tug his sleeve and he turns his gaze to me in question. "This is goodbye, then." I state with a sad smile.
He copies my smile but his is much softer, "Yes, it is."
The small moment of silence takes over the passing seconds with tick by around us. I don't know how long we were standing there, gazing at one another. "Come on, we need to go!" Grell shouts and I glance at them with a glare. "Shut up, give us a moment will you!" I snarl at them.
I look back up at Sebastian to find smirking down at me, "Please take care, Rina. For much is to happen in the past." he advises.
"Wow, getting advice from you, how lucky I am," I say in a jesting manner. "I am quite serious though." Sebastian returns, his face becoming as serious as he meant.
I stare at him, noting this, and nod, "I understand. I will try my best."
"One more thing," Sebastian states. I raise an inquisitive eyebrow in question. "Give me time. That is all I ask for."
"Time?" I ask. He reaches up and twirls a lock of my hair in between his fingers, staring at the interaction. "While there is plenty, it seems to run out too often until matters are settled. To get to where I am today, in specific."
I notice how his eyes catch the moonlight and I feel another blush coat my cheeks. He looks so handsome and blissful. His eyes yearning but also filled with a strange warmth. I've never seen this kind of look before. It lights my back on fire and my heart pounds like crazy. He brings my long hair up to his mouth and kisses it softly before letting it go. Dare I say this feels like an endearment.
"Okay, lovebirds. We got to do this now or never!" Grell shouts at us, obviously worked up. They stomp their foot with impatience.
I notice Sebastian's strong glare toward Grell, and I snicker lightly. "Yes, yes, I'm coming." I inform them.
"Bye, Sebastian," I tell him with a warm smile. The last action really stole my heart and warmed my body as a fire would. He smiles somewhat back, and I toss him a wave. I pop the handles up on the suitcases and dash over to Grell.
"So, how does this work exactly?" I ask them. Grell reeves up their chainsaw and I stare at it with horror. "You gotta be kidding me?" I grumble. They give me a toothy grin, one full of sadism.
"I see you got the idea, now. ~" they sing-song. "Fair warning, this will hurt very much."
I gulp nervously, not ready for the pain. "Damnit..." I mutter. I glance back at Sebastian once more and I notice the chainsaws shadow come over me. I tighten my grip on both suitcases, not ready to leave yet. "Thanks again!" I cry.
"See you later, Rina." Sebastian whispers, almost forlorn to see me go. Before I know it, a hot flash of white tears my body apart. I scream in tremendous pain. This is nothing like before! I can't even tell if I'm screaming internally or externally, it all echoes. It feels like my soul being torn apart. Just like the first time I came to the past. I continue to scream until I can't scream anymore. Everything becomes dim and dark. I notice red strands of hair dance in my field of vision before all I see is black.
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Grell P.O.V.
I rarely travel between time periods; I exist where I am in the present after all. I rather stay back where we just left. The fashion is in the ultimate crescendo! Don't get me started on the better choices for music. It's an absolute thrill! Whoever wishes to back to this era is insane. I stare at the human girl in my arms, her long brown hair flowing as I carry her. I don't know what that hunk of a demon sees in this girl, I am clearly more beautiful!
I should just drop her in the middle of transport. I feel my lips spread into a large grin at the thought of her death. She would be pretty dyed in the red of her own body. However, if Sebas-chan found out I killed her, he'd kill me for sure. I purse my lips at that though and hoist her up a little. "Hmph. This girl is so lucky, I'm jealous!"
It takes a while to find the right time frame. The space we are in is full of white, enough to make my eyes hurt. There is no gravity, and it's tough to breathe. Being a grim reaper makes our bodies different when exposed to this kind of stuff. The human in my arms would naturally pass out due to the pressure and pain of being in such a dense and bright place.
I remember the girl being on the ship that day. That sexy old grim reaper making her disappear. I knew what he did immediately. Not that I really cared in the first place and I still don't. Sebas-chan should count himself lucky that I still want him. Not in the most innocent ways either, but not enough that I want him forever. Of course, I would sport him into a deadly love brawl one day. Oh my, I am getting excited about the idea of such a thing happening. ~
Stuck in my thoughts, I didn't even realize that the speed of us traveling increases. Not until multiple time frames float around us. I stare at them as the mid-1900's fly by, to the earlier times of that era as well. I spot Big Ben and many Victorian's dressed in those ghastly dresses. I push the girl closer to my chest as I reach behind me for my chainsaw. We are close.
I kick us toward a time window, and I open it with my chainsaw. An explosion of light forces me back but at the same time encases us. I feel it pull our bodies toward it and I cling onto the girl a little tighter. This will be a rough entrance as always. I let out a yelp as we are tossed against a building suddenly. I groan at the impact and I accidentally drop the girl in my arm. She collapses on the ground, her suitcases surrounding her body. I rub my side, trying to soothe the pain.
"Owww. ~" I moan. I hate traveling in time. I fix my hair and red skinny jeans which are now covered in dust from impact. I try to get all the dust and dirt off me before I am content with how I look. I glance down at the girl who continues to sleep soundly in irritation. I really want to kill her; I think with a long sigh. Such an annoyance. I take out my pocket watch to find that when we landed is correct to what Sebastian instructed me off.
I place it back in my long dark red coat before reaching for the girl. I must take her to that brat's mansion now. I pick her up with a grunt, she is heavy while still clinging onto those suitcases. This might be easier if I put on her on my back. So, I do as I thought and use a rope, I had in my pocket to tie her hands and feet around me, so she stays still. I grab the suitcases next and leap upward. The little humans below us carry on with their day as I jump us back to that mansion.
It takes quite a bit, but we make it there eventually. The countryside of Britain is much more peaceful in this era. I circle the manor, knowing those human servants must be lurking about on alarm. I find a balcony and jump onto it silently. I open the doors and wander inside on alert. Sebastian told me not to cause any trouble or the date would be invalid. I sigh at that, having an urge to fight. Where in the world is this girl's bedroom?
I search every room on the second floor before I find it. I slip inside and drop the suitcases on the floor happily. I walk over to her bed and untie her from me. I toss her on the bed roughly, happy to be rid of her finally. I dust my clothes off again, as she is dirty from when I dropped her earlier. Flipping my long red hair back, I pace over to her window. I open it and step onto the edge of it. I glance back at her one more time with a smirk before taking off back to the future.
0o0o0o0o
Rina's P.O.V:
I wake up with noticeable pain stabbing my lower back. I slowly sit up and rub the sore spot. A soft groan flies past my lips as I do so. I search around and find myself back in my bedroom at the manor. A bit shocked at how fast I got here, I get up and look around for Grell. I don't find any sign of them besides my open window. I pace over to it and don't find them outside either. With a small frown, I shut the window close and turn around. I take a tour around my bedroom, not finding anything out of place.
I don't know why I thought it might be.
I find my suitcases tossed down on the floor near the door. Wow, Grell could have been gentler with them. I make them stand and set them against the wall. I really am too tired to unpack. Even though I was just asleep. I don't think it was enough to rest. I can't be concerned with that right now though. I have no idea if the servants saw me come in or not. Before I put my hand on the doorknob, I notice how I am in leggings and a sweatshirt. It might be wise to change into more suitable clothing.
With that thought, I pace over to my wardrobe and grab a simple gown. I strip my comfy clothes off and begin to the routine for a late 1800's gown. After that, I walk over to my makeup stand and sit down. My hair is a bird's nest. I sweat drop from how unkept I appear. I brush my hair out with multiple winces, due to the many tangles. I decide to wrap it up into a messy bun. I look like a lion otherwise. Finding myself more presentable, I walk out of my bedroom and wander down the familiar hallways.
I stare at the manor's walls, feeling weird to be back. Not in a bad or good way though. Just weird. I walk down the stairs, following the path to the kitchen I know all too well. I can hear movement inside and I open the door slowly. I find Bard cooking something inside, well more like burning. It smells horrible.
"Bard?" I call out and he swivels around real quick while holding a spatula.
"When did you get back?!" Bard yells in shock, his eyes wide. I scratch my cheek with a sweat drop, "Uh just now." I inform.
He smiles then and puts the utensil back. "Glad to know you are alright! We heard about what happened with the ship! The young master said you went missing during the incident."
I feel my face pale, "Missing..." I mutter in thought. I mean, my brother isn't exactly wrong. "I see."
Bard walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "All of us were worried when he said missing...we thought you may have died out there in the sea."
I frown, feeling guilty, I wonder what my brother feels like right now. I bite my lip, knowing I must lie for this, "Another rescue ship found me, but we returned to London immediately. I believe the others are on their way back." I tell him.
"Is that so? How fortunate. I don't know wha' we would've done without you." Bard sighs in relief, a small smile appearing on his lips. I smile back, "Yes, I agree. Who would save you guys from Sebastian half the time?" I snicker.
He chuckles a little too before the door behind me opens. I turn around and Bard lets go of my shoulder. Finnian stands in the door, his face filled with surprise. "Lady Rina! You're alive!" he shouts and dashes toward me with tears falling from his eyes.
He wraps me in a bone-crushing hug and a wheeze escapes me. I can feel my organs being smushed together and I pat his back, needing air. "Finnian...let...go." I huff between breaths.
He sets me down and he continues to cry as I try to get my lungs working correctly again. "We were so worried." he sobs. When I can breathe properly again, I pat his head to comfort him. "I know, I'm so sorry for worrying y'all. But I'm really okay." I reassure him.
He sniffles and wipes at his eyes, "Thank god, you're here."
I sweatdrop at his comment, really thinking God wants me dead or just gone honestly. But I'm not going to think much about it. "Thank you for caring about me, guys. It really touches my heart." I admit with a small blush.
Bard wraps his arm around my shoulder with a big grin, "Of course we care. You're our young master's sister and a part of this household."
"Yeah! We are here if you ever need us, Lady Rina!" Finnian shouts with a watery smile.
I rustle their hair with both of my hands, feeling warmhearted. "You boys are so nice. Same goes here for me." I say truthfully. They are my family at this point, not that any really needs to know that. I care about them greatly though. "Oh, where's Mey-Rin?" I ask them suddenly.
"Probably cleaning somewhere." Finnian thinks.
I nod and walk toward the door, "I'm going to go find her and then unpack I think."
"Okay!" they both shout before I walk out of the kitchen.
I search for the clumsy maid but have no luck in finding her. Maybe we crossed paths at some point. I shrug, knowing I will see her later when she finds out. I travel back to my bedroom; this manor is so big. I never understood why people need homes this big. When I arrive at my room, I head on inside and find Mey-Rin in my bedroom. I stare at her in shock as she stares at my luggage. She looks up at me and a gasp leaves her mouth.
I smile and give her a little wave, "I'm back."
She rushes up and gives me a hug. I freeze, not expecting that from her. She starts to cry hard and my smile becomes softer and I rub her back. This may be inappropriate in social standing, but I really don't care about such things. People will always be people to me. "Wh-What are you doing here?!" Mey-Rin cries into my shoulder.
I chuckle lightly, "Well, I live here, don't I?"
She pulls back slightly, "Yes, you do, but-but the young master made it sound like you wouldn't be coming back ever again."
I frown at that, "No, no, no. I survived. Another ship picked me up and was heading to London. My brother doesn't even know I'm here."
Mey-Rin wipes her cheeks with the back of her hands, "Really? I'm so glad you are alright, miss Rina." she hiccups.
I shake my head, "You guys make it sound like you're helpless without me."
"It's not that, it's just we appreciate having such a kind person in our lives." Mey-Rin corrects with a smile.
I feel my heart jolt as such a claim, and I feel my eyes water. "Must you make me cry too?" I ask, with a laugh. Mey-Rin grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, "There's nothing wrong with crying." she states.
