Chapter 34
Luciana sat there frowning at the gibberish on the paper in front of her. She couldn't make head or tail of it. It just made no sense whatsoever. Why did she ask Sebastian to teach her runes again? Oh, that's right, to get home. And what were the probabilities of her actually getting home? No idea, but definitely very slim. So then, why bother to learn runes at all?
THWACK!
"Eek-" she jumped in her seat, wide grey orbs settling on the person opposite to her. There the butler sat, his sleeves rolled up, gloves removed and a closed eyed menacing smile on his face.
His eyes opened slowly, a beautiful garnet glow. "Focus."
That was an order if she had ever heard one.
Luce rubbed her forehead in frustration. Honestly, there was no way she'd be able to focus at this hour after the day they had had. Tell that to the demon in front of her however and he would never understand –'Huh, wonder if that's just his sadism making an appearance...' Sebastian probably enjoyed driving everyone up the wall. 'Though is that a demon thing or just personality issues?' Her head unconsciously cocked to the side as she considered the man. Well, seeing as she had never met any other demon, Luce would wager-
"What is it Luciana?"
The girl in question merely blinked, a small smirk tilting her lips upward. 'Hm, on second thought...' She sighed, leaning her chin onto a propped up hand, eyes not leaving the butler. Now would be a good a time as any to sate her curiosity - about the Viscount that is. "I was wondering", Luce began slowly and almost giggled at the way the demon's eyes narrowed - 'Honestly, what did he take her for?'- "today at the contest...".
"Yes?" Wow, was that reluctance she heard?
Probably not, must be the lack of sleep. "What is it about that Viscount that makes Ciel pale so much?" The black haired girl tried to keep her expression as nonchalant as possible. It would be just like the demon to deny her curiosity.
It must not have worked. The butler simply continued to stare, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. And damn, she liked that expression a lot. "As a butler of the Phantomhive household I simply cannot go against my master like that."
Her brow twitched. Taking a deep breath, Luce let it out as an inaudible sigh. Must he continue this game of pretend? "And as a demon?" Her annoyance must have shown because even to her ears that sounded more like a demand than a question.
"Now, now Luce is that any way to talk when asking for something?" He responded with a sharp toothed smirk.
'Bloody twat' Icy orbs narrowed. He was enjoying this. "Fine. Be that way." If he found such amusement in this, then – 'two can play this game.' Her mind was already thinking up some ideas. There was one way that definitely guaranteed her an answer but she'll try other methods first, it was too underhanded. "I'll get the answer out of you one way or the other." Luce flashed the demon a grin and relaxed back into the chair, now much more confident she'd be getting what she desired. "On another note, the next case is at a circus huh?"
Sebastian hummed, eyes carefully roaming her expressions. The change in topic was too quick for his liking. He had this vague feeling that his little mate really was going to drag the information right out of him. "Yes. We will however return to the manor before that."
Her head tilted in a gesture he had come to associate with her curiosity and confusion. "Why?"
His gaze flickered to where her fingers drew random patterns into the wooden table. A subconscious habit, he guessed. "The Young Master does have other duties to oversee."
"Ah yes, the woes of an Earl." She rolled her eyes. The girl was entirely too relaxed in his presence for a human. They all had an ingrained sense of fear when faced a predator. And what were demons when not predators? He wondered just how far he could push his little mate. "So then, when will the new case start?"
The demon relaxed his restrains just a bit, letting his aura seep out. After all, Luciana needed to acclimate. "We will be back in London by the 14th." He refrained from mentioning that only Ciel and he were going to the Circus. Luce already knew. She had seen that there were only two tickets to the show.
"A circus show just before Christmas. How...nice."
It was said with such nonchalance that Sebastian couldn't help but ask. "Are you...pouting?" That finger drawing random patterns into the wooden table instantly stopped.
"I am not." Her eyes snapped to his and narrowed, a cold glint demanding caution.
The butler however simply hummed. Definitely not believing a word she had said. It aggravated her enough to throw a pen at him. Which surprise, surprise he caught. "What's the name of the circus anyway?" Luciana started gathering her things, not minding the demon's exasperated eye roll.
"Noah's Ark Circus." He said, rolling over the pen his little thief had thrown between his fingers.
She stopped mid-motion. "How oddly religious..." Somewhat incredulously, she frowned at the demon, "Aren't circus people considered as freaks?" Luce refrained from saying 'in this time period' because really, if she didn't, she'd probably be saying it a lot more often. Also, one would think that circus people were bitter at any higher power because they had been dealt such a bad hand in life -especially if they were being ridiculed by others."Or is that just a cliché?"
"Hm, not entirely untrue."
"But not entirely true?" Her eyes moved from his, down to his hands where he toyed with her pen, turning it over and over in those long fingers, reminding her of a pianist's hands. And being who he is, the demon could probably play any instrument well. '—among other things.' Luce repressed the tingling up and down her spine. Really, her thoughts shouldn't constantly stray to how good the man was in bed. 'Not that it would have to be in bed...' She wanted to smack herself right then and there.
Thank you for your support! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
P.s. the next arc will start somewhat slower...and oh wow, has anyone read the recent manga chapters? I still don't know what to make of it...I mean talk about a plot twist