Sorry it has taken me so long to update I'm going through some bad stuff thank you for all the support and inspiration I hope to hear more and I hope you enjoy my storys...Shadow Brockwell
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Sebastian was in the kitchen, kneading dough for Ciel's breakfast. He glanced back at the stairs, longing to go up and see his Bocchan. But every servant he sent up there had received a weak, "Leave me be," from Ciel. Would the Young Master even come down for breakfast?
"Aw, the poor young master may be sick, Sebastian." finny said, trying to be of use. "Maybe you should go up and make sure he is okay?"
"I am afraid I will acquire the same fate as you," Sebastian sighed, feeling hopeless. He was ordered to leave, and would not be able to see to the Young Master until requested. He eyes flickered to Merin, who quickly peeked in, looked at Sebastian for a second, and quickly darted away. 'Damn her, its all her fault he doesn't want me there.' His eyes gleamed a malicious scarlet, his fury illuminating the room.
"Young Master!" Finny cried out happily, and Sebastian whipped around to a much disheveled Ciel standing at the doorway. His hair spread out in all different directions, and the buttons on his nightgown were incorrect, obviously indicating he attempted to do his buttons. His eyes looked tired, but a hint of alert kept him standing. His mind lingered on keeping his space from his butler, fear engrossing his mind to do so.
The slight tingle of the fire still happily prickled on his skin...
"Not so loud, Finny..." he groaned, his voice shaking a little. He deliberately avoided looking and speaking to Sebastian. Sebastian noticed and felt a little heartbroken. But a new fury rose in him, knowing it was all because of Merin's disregard and foolish blunders.
"You look terrible! Are you sick?" Finny asked, genuinely concerned. Ciel Phantomhive rarely became ill; he was so well taken care of by Sebastian. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked paler than usual.
"I feel a little off, but it shouldn't affect my daily schedule." he stated, grinning at Finny. Finny tried to suppress his surprise at how innocent and child-like he looked.
He reached out and embraced Ciel in a tight hug. "You are so cute, Bocchan!" he squealed, squeezing Ciel tighter. "We need to get you better!" Sebastian glared at Finny. His gaze was ruthless, and he tried to calm himself. He failed to do so. Ciel was too cute for anyone to resist.
All he could do was hope that the Young Master wouldn't see him tear the gardener's arms off for calling Ciel 'cute.'
Ciel flailed helplessly in Finny's arms.
"Let... Go! Can't...can't breathe!" he gasped. Finny immediately released him.
"I'm sorry!" Ciel swayed a bit, feeling a painful throb in his head. Sebastian was prepared to catch him, in case he was about to fall.
"I'm fine." he said, out of breath. He really did feel sick now, but wasn't about to admit it.
"Then would the Young Master care to have his morning tea?" Sebastian asked, having an excuse to talk to him. Ciel nodded, and looked up at his butler. Sebastian's eyes widened slightly at how guilty and frightened he looked. There was also some pain showing, but he knew that his lord had a migraine. Merin peeked in, avoiding Sebastian.
"Bocchan is sick?" she asked, avoiding Sebastian raging eyes glowering upon her.
"Yes," Finny declared. "And he should be in bed, relaxing, drinking something, and getting better!" Merin really wasn't listening, her eyes were darting between Sebastian and Ciel. Ceil didn't notice, he was more focused on leaving and going to his paperwork, and Sebastian had noticed, and his impatience was wearing thin. 'She better leave before I do more than just rip her arms off' he thought.
"Sebastian, Ciel's b-buttons are askew. You should f-fix them." she stuttered quietly, her nose dripping a little blood. He glanced at Ciel and Finny, both staring at Ciel's poor attempt to dress himself, and back at Merin. Her arms... Then her head perhaps?
"No, he needs something warmer! His legs are completely exposed, he needs something to warm him!" Finny protested. Merin flushed bright red and held a towel to her nose as Sebastian stared at Ciel's legs. Ciel didn't notice, he was staring at her in confusion and was more focused on the throbbing pain in his head. Finny impeded Sebastian's view as he stepped in front of Ciel.
"Please get something better on!" he pleaded.
"Sebastian should change him!" Merin shouted. The three stared at her, her sudden outburst confusing Ciel and Finny, and enraging Sebastian.
"Fine." Ciel sighed. "I'll change, but I insist I am not ill. Sebastian, bring the tea over when it is ready." He headed back up the stairs. Sebastian craned his neck, trying to get a glimpse under Ciel's shirt.
"Sebastian, the tea is ready!" Finny cried, and Sebastian swiftly moved the tea of the burner. He set the pot and a cup on and rushed off to Ciel. "Ciel?" Sebastian called, looking in his bedroom. He wasn't there. He searched the mansion finally finding him in his study. "Ciel..." he sighed, setting the tray down.
Ciel glanced back up from his papers. "What?" he asked.
"You are sick. You need to rest." he said.
"Honestly, I'm fine," he argued.
"Stop being so persistent, I have paperwork I need to finish." he indicated by motioning to a large stack of papers on the side of his desk.
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian took off his glove and put his cool hand on Ciel's forehead.
"You are burning up, Ciel." he said. The Earl seemed to be getting warmer and warmer by the second, and a sheen spray of sweat dampened his forehead.
" I said I'm fine!" He yelled, jerking his head away. A wave of dizziness rushed over him, and he swayed losing balance.
"Ciel!" Sebastian shouted as he toppled out of the chair. Sebastian caught him just in time, and he cradled his master in his arms. "That's it, you are going to bed, now!"
Ciel still felt very dizzy, but Sebastian's shout had made it even worse. "I dun wanna..." he whimpered, sounding like a toddler. Sebastian ignored his comment and stood up, carrying him to his bed. "Put me down, Sebastian!" Ciel yelped, half-heartedly.
Sebastian set him on his bed, and gazed at him. His head was throbbing, making it hard to think straight. The heat and the pain in his head was making it impossible to keep a sane train of thought. "Mmn..." he moaned, and Sebastian stared at the boy. Sebastian chuckled as Ciel's mutters became more and more unusual.
"Nnn...chocolate Assam.." he muttered. He was losing both his sanity and his consciousness, and Sebastian let out a small laugh. He sat next to Ciel on the bed, an gazed at him. His eyes were either half-closed or fully closed, showing he was trying his best to stay awake. "I want...nn...want...spider..." he groaned, saying something inaudible after that.
'His fever is obviously affecting his brain,' Sebastian thought as he observed the boy, continuing to further listen to his ramblings. "Couverture..." he muttered, a smile playing on his lips. "Dark and milk..." he said.
Sebastian chuckled; his Young Master was obviously craving chocolate. His mutters of nonsense and chocolate soon faded as he fell asleep. Sebastian gazed at the boy, reaching out and caressing the boy's frail cheek. The fever burned his fingers through his glove, but he didn't mind. Ciel needed him, and perhaps his fever would burn off the memory of Merin's interference.
He watched his master sleep for about an hour, until Ciel's eyes fluttered open. He stared up at Sebastian, still half-asleep, and murmured, "Chocolate..."
Sebastian laughed. "Would the Young Master prefer chocolate added to the menu for breakfast?" he asked.
"Chocolate...Sebastian..." he murmured once more, and Sebastian laughed and nodded, taking it as a yes. He bowed and kissed Ciel's cheek, and left to make something sweet for his Ciel. Ciel lay in bed, trying to stay awake, but his eyelids felt heavy. He allowed them to close, feeling the fever pound in his head. "Mmmmn.." he moaned in delight, a smile teasing his lips. "Mmm...Sebastian... covered in chocolate"
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter expect more thank you...Shadow Brockwell