I'M BAAAAAACCCCKKKK~~~! Hey yall! It's me again! I know it's been a while and I'm sorry about that but it's COLLEGE SEASON! So I have been dealing with applications and scholarships and essays so I didn't really have the inspiration to write anything…Sorry…But now I am ready to go! So let's continue to write the epic (maybe) battle between Grell and Louis. (No, not really, she would get herself hurt if she fought him for real real, not for play play.)
YEAH!
(Wow…I haven't updated in like 5-6 months, I am so sorry!)
I despised my red hair, which was just like my father's. And I loathed the colour red.
"An's red hair is truly beautiful. The colour of lycoris, a colour that blazes the earth. Red really suits you."
I began to love the colour red because you complimented me.
But…but…
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I reloaded the shotgun while glaring at Grell. "You've got a lot of nerve trying to pull this crap…" I fired at his head only for him to move out of the way. "I'm not angry about you leaving me in a field at night."
BANG!
Grell stumbled out of the way.
"And I'm not angry that every time you fucked up, I had to clean it up."
BANG!
Grell used his Death Scythe to reflect the bullet.
"I'm just angry at the fact that you actually made me feel…sorry for you because…you can't do a damn thing on your own, can you?" I aimed the barrel right at his eye only for Sebastian to lower it. I glared up at him only to see his eyes filled with sadness. "Don't…" he said. "You are not supposed to be here."
"Well I am here. I guess your little drug didn't work…" Sebastian's eyes widened slightly. "I was only following the young master's orders. I did not want—"
"If you didn't want me to come, you could've just told me. I would've listened." Sebastian tried to touch my shoulder. I quickly shrugged him off. "Just don't…"
Grell giggled gleefully to himself, a cat-like grin on his face. "Tee hee! Are the lovers having a little quarrel?" Sebastian glared at Grell, his eyes deepening to a blood red. Sebastian spoke in a low voice to me. "We can discuss this later, as of right now I need you to protect the young master."
"Fuck you…I don't want to hear your bullshit." I whispered back as I continued to glare at him. Sebastian challenged my gaze as he undid the buttons on his coat. "Right then," he said as he broke our gaze. He plopped his coat on top of Ciel's head.
"WHA—?!"
"Please do not allow yourself to catch a chill. I will prepare some hot milk when we have returned to the town house. And I shall sweeten it with honey or brandy or something of the sort." Sebastian said with a smile.
"Ohhh? Do you honestly believe that you will be able discuss later? I'm not going to let you go running home just like that, you know!?" Grell revved up his scythe, holding it close to his body. "Little death scythe here and I are both full of soooo much pent-up energy these days 'cos our quarry has been much too easy to…" Grell leaped high in the air. I grabbed Ciel and held him close to me.
"…HUNT!" Sebastian, Ciel, and I quickly moved out of the way as his scythe ripped up the cobblestone beneath our feet. "I much prefer doing the chasing myself to being chased, Sebastian darling!" Sebastian side-glanced to make sure I was okay before looking back at Grell. Grell cackled loudly as he ran towards Sebastian.
"SO LET'S HAVE OURSELVES A MARVELOUS ROUND OF TAG, SHALL WE!?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I have asked you before…to refrain from uttering such vile…" Grell slashed after him, only for Sebastian to back-flip away. Grell ran after him once more. "Don't be like that! You'll get hooked on my little one once you've had a taste…I'M SURE!" Sebastian grabbed a lamppost and used it to block his attack. Sebastian and Grell their weapons against one another, sparks flying. Sebastian squinted from the newfound light.
"Ooh! You don't look it, but you're pretty powerful, Sebastian darling!" Grell complimented with a smile. "That warms my cockles too, it does!" Sebastian's eyes burned a pink fluorescent. "However…THE REAL SHOW BEGINS NOW!"
"The death scythe…can cut through a gas lamp…" The scythe dug deep into the post before it snapped in two while slicing through Sebastian's arm. "LIKE A TWIG!"
Sebastian gazed down at his gaping wound in his arm as blood spewed out of it. Film reels began to circle around the alleyway. I gazed around in a panic at the memories.
"SEBASTIAN!" I screamed out.
"Wha…" Sebastian began.
"From this day forth…you are my faithful dog." A bleeding Ciel said with a blank stare in his eyes.
Sebastian began to blank out as he felt a falling sensation. This…is…
"SEBASTIAN!" I called again. Sebastian's eyes refocused as he looked at Grell.
"—How was it for you, hm?" Grell licked his lips seductively. "The pain you felt must've been rather dramatic, no?" Grell petted his scythe. "That just now was a little talent we reapers have…the 'cinematic record.'" Sebastian clutched his bleeding arm. I squeezed Ciel against my body, making him look up at me. Grell puts his hand on his hip.
"Grim reapers receive a list of those who are scheduled to die and judge them by playing back their memories using the 'record.' We look at what sort of humans they were…and what sort of lives they lived." Grell smiles slyly as he glares at Sebastian.
"Should we allow them to live? Or should we kill them?"
Ciel began to shiver against me so I rubbed his arms quickly to warm him up.
"People say a magic lantern passes before their eyes when they are on the verge of death…but that's just reapers like lil' ole me playing back that human's 'memories.' For those who receive the judgment…'this human should die'…" Grell curtseyed. "…We use our death scythes to sever their memories and souls from their bodies, and…for them, it is 'THE END.'"
"I had presumed you were only guilty of poor taste, but…a peeping tom as well, are you? Truly the lowest of the low." Sebastian said.
"Non, non! That is our job! But…Yes, all right!" Grell quickly charged after Sebastian, raising his Death Scythe high in the air. "I admit, I am a wee~ bit curious…" Sebastian sped away as he skid to a halt as far away from Grell as possible. "About what lurks in the pasts of fine men like yourself! Especially…" Grell appeared behind Sebastian in a flash, his Death Scythe racing towards his skull. "When they seem to be the bad boy type!"
"Sebastian!" I called out (in some sort of strange reflex that really needs to go away because I hate him.)
Sebastian grasped the spinning blade, barely keeping it off of his shoulder. "Tee hee hee! You can't play make-believe with yours truly like you do with humans, Sebastian darling." The blade of the Death Scythe bore deep into the stone wall behind them. Grell smirked seductively at Sebastian. "The Death Scythe can slice right through..." the blade seemed to lower.
"…memories…" It went lower.
"…souls…" Even lower.
"…dimensions…" Sebastian's eye twitched as they turned a fluorescent pink.
"And even…devils!" The blade ripped into Sebastian's jacket.
My heart began to pound against my chest as I saw the pain in Sebastian's eyes as the blade slowly inched into his shoulder. I wanted to help him in any way that I could. Why didn't he trust me?
"Why?" came Ciel's quivering little voice. I turned my attention to Madam Red (the tomato head) and Ciel.
Madam Red smirked. "Why? What is the point of asking me now?" She began to walk closer, causing me to coax Ciel behind me. "When you and I have become…the 'watchdog' and it's 'prey'…If I don't hunt the watchdog,…" she chuckled slightly, pulling a dagger out of her jacket sleeve. "…I will be hunted in which case…" Madam Red ran towards Ciel.
"THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY OUT!"
I turned Ciel away from Madam Red, her dagger slicing across my arm. I winced in pain as the blood dripped down my arm. Great, now I'm bleeding in two places…
Sebastian's focus darted over to me.
Madam Red growled in her throat as she glared at me. "You…" She grabbed me by the throat and began to choke me.
"Louis!" Ciel shouted.
"You have been a thorn in my side since I met you. Such a pretty little thing with the one thing that I'll never be able to have." Madam Red rubbed her dagger against my stomach. "Why should little whores like YOU be allowed to live such a happy little life, while someone like me who has worked hard for everything she has only suffers!?" she hollered as she pressed her dagger point into my stomach. I groaned in pain as the blade pierced into my skin a little, blood dripping down my stomach. Sebastian's furrowed his brow in anger.
"Madam," Ciel began sternly. "You are a physician. Why would you kill—!?"
"A brat like you will never understand!" Madam Red hollered as she dug the blade deeper into my stomach. She twisted the blade into me. A trail of blood came out of my mouth. "Y-You don't have to do this…" I managed to say. Her eye twitched as she squeezed tightly on my throat.
"I wish someone like you…" Madam Red whispered to me. She turned and looked at Ciel, pulling the dagger out of my stomach.
"That someone like you…" she sucked her teeth. "HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!" Madam Red's hand shot up as she reached to stab me and then Ciel.
Ciel looked up at her with wide eyes.
Sister… she thought as she hesitated.
"LOUIS!" Sebastian shouted.
A pool of blood splattered into the sky as Sebastian formed behind Madam Red, ready to rip her head off.
"STOP!"
Madam Red released my throat, my body collapsing to the floor. I coughed a few drops of blood into my hand and applied pressure to my bleeding stomach. Every five seconds, some crazy ass is trying to kill me…I swear to God.
"SEBASTIAN, DO NOT KILL HER!" Sebastian's hand flinched before falling to his side. Rain poured down from the sky, forcing his hair down across his face. He held his shoulder, blood seeping into his glove. "…Se-Sebastian?" Ciel called.
"Why, Sebastian darling! You've got guts!" Grell squealed as he yanked the Death Scythe out of the stone wall. Grell looked at the blood dripping down the Death Scythe and smirked. "To think you would sacrifice an arm…to go rescue that brat…" Grell giggled. "Actually, you weren't going for him, were you Sebastian darling?"
Sebastian glared at Grell before looking at me, his face laced with concern. He mouthed "I will take care of you later" at me before looking back at Grell.
"But you are a wholly different story…Madam!" Madam Red flinched as she continued to hold herself. I used the wall to help me up.
"Oh my god, it burns like a paper cut…" I complained. Grell walked over to her quivering body. "You just go on and kill that brat now, you hear!?"
"N-No…" came her voice.
Grell tilted his head to the side. "Hunh?"
Madam Red gripped herself tightly. "I cannot…I cannot kill this child…!"
Grell rolled his eyes. "How can you say that now!?...After you've chopped up all those women! If you don't kill him, he'll kill you instead!" Madam Red didn't respond to him.
"And after I've gone to all the trouble of assisting you!" I walked over to Sebastian.
"Are you okay?" I asked sweetly. (Wait, what the fuck?) Sebastian smiled slightly at me. "I could ask you the same thing…" he said with a slight chuckle. Sebastian moved me behind him.
"But…But!" Madam Red clenched her fist. She turned towards Grell. "This child is my—!"
Grell's Death Scythe ripped into Madam Red's chest. Ciel's eyes widened.
"I'M SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU…MADAM RED." Grell hissed. He ripped the scythe out of her chest and shook off the blood onto the floor. "I can't say I care a shred for…this plain woman you've become." Her body crashed against the ground as her eyes lost focus.
(A/N: I am skipping her flashback)
"I loved you dyed in the deepest crimson of spattered blood…Madam Red! I haven't the least interest in someone…who gets carried away by silly emotions!" Ciel watched as drops of Madam Red's blood splattered against the cobblestone walkway. "I helped you create alibis, just for you, I broke the rules that govern us reapers, killing women not on the list, ALL FOR YOUR SAKE! You have disappointed me!" Grell rolled his eyes and sighed, placing his knuckles on his hips.
"In the end, you are no different from the ordinary woman!" Grell kicked her corpse slightly. I clutched onto the back of Sebastian's tailcoat. Look, I wasn't a fan of Madam Red but still…you just killed her and you treat her like that? No, fuck that…
Grell grasped Madam Red's jacket collar and yanked it off her bloody corpse. "You are not fit to wear red. The curtain of this cheap, theatre act of your life falls now!" He slipped the jacket onto his arms.
"Good-bye, Ma-!"
KRAK!
I presented Grell with the fiercest right hook I think I've ever given anyone. Grell stumbled back, holding his cheek as his golden-green eyes pierced my hazel ones.
"How DARE you, you insolent little-!" Sebastian kicked up a wooden crate on his foot and hurled at Grell's face. Grell easily disintegrated it into a million pieces with his Death Scythe. Sebastian took this moment to pull me away and put me next to Ciel.
"I'm in a bad mood right now! I won't go easy on either of you!"
Sebastian landed gracefully on Grell's blade. This caused Grell to quickly whip his head around only to see Sebastian smirk a little at him just as his foot shot towards his face.
"Wait a moment…You aimed for my face on purpose! You are not human! You fiend!"
"Oh, you are quite right on that account. For I am one HELL of a butler." Sebastian said with a smirk.
Grell rolled his eyes. "Tsk! Do you really think that a demon can win against a God?"
"I myself do not know since I have never tried it before…However, since my master wants me to win, I WILL win." Sebastian smiled at me sweetly, his eyes locking on mine. "Currently, everything of mine belongs to my master, including my body, my soul and even every single strand of my hair. Following his orders as long as the contract is still in place, is the art of being a butler. If he does not want me to die, then I won't die. If he wishes my death, then I will disappear."
Grell squealed and shaked his hips from side to side. "I love men who pursue the Arts, Sebastian-darling." Grell dashed over to Sebastian, his Death Scythe ready to crash into him.
"I'm going to use the heels of my shoes to step on this cold, uncaring face of yours! I want you to lick my shoes clean!"
"What the hell…?" I mumbled under my breath. Ciel looked up at me, a smile in his eyes.
Sebastian's eyebrow twitched. "I would appreciate if you did not speak to me in such a manner. I am Sebastian, who is quite the 'gentleman'." Sebastian landed in front of the moon. Grell chuckled to himself.
"You are a demon whose tainted gaze is devoid of love, accompanied by those shameless hands and lips that have the ability to stain one's soul."
Grell screamed at the top of his lungs. "This is great! I'm getting goosebumps all over my body, Sebastian-darling! If I have your child, I will definitely give birth to it!"
Um…is he not aware that he is male and ew?
"Please cease your folly. I find the mere thought revolting." Sebastian stated, a shiver running through his body. Grell giggled as his Death Scythe sliced through the air. "Eee~~! You are so cold, Sebastian-darling! A beautiful unfeeling monarch! A demon like an angel! A crow covered in the feathers of a goose!" Sebastian and Grell reached to attack each other only to miss by a strand.
"Just like a wolf, my greedy little lamb, Sebastian-darling!" Grell slammed his scythe down only for Sebastian to slam his foot onto his hand, pinning him down.
"Heh heh, Sebastian-darling…it will be wonderful if dawn never comes…the two of us would have been able to continue fighting." Grell rested his forehead against Sebastian. "However, out adventure will have to end now." Suddenly, Grell rammed his forehead against Sebastian's.
"Let us say our goodbyes through the means of a passionate kiss, Sebastian-darling!" Grell swung his scythe over his shoulder like a baseball bat. "Therefore, whatever that I have said to you for a thousand times, a millions times, shall end here! I bid you a thousand adieus!" Grell swung.
Sebastian looked down only to see a large gash across his chest with blood spewing out of it.
"SEBASTIAN!" I screamed, clutching onto Ciel's shoulders. A strange glow began to beam from Sebastian's chest, his body lurching forward as film reels began to pour out of him. "Come, let me view a 'Cinematic Record' peppered with dramatic memories!" Grell said with a large smile on his face.
But instead he was greeted by Tanaka's charming laugh of a simple "Ho ho ho."
"What the fuck?" I questioned.
"WAAAA! Mr Sebastiaaaan!" Finny cried.
"After adding in XXX cups of detergent, the bubbles just overflows!" Mey-Rin hollered.
"Cooking is an ART!" Bard shouted with passion.
"Wait…wait! Wait a moment! Who the hell are they? Your memories are not dramatic at all!"
"Trust me, living with those guys is pretty dramatic in itself…" I mumbled. Ciel smiled slightly. (Heh-heh, nailed it!)
"That's because my life for the past year have been like this…" Sebastian said, wheezing slightly and holding his chest wound.
"I am not interested in these common folks! Show me something more interesting!" Grell hollered, flaring his arms around.
"It's a pity, but you will need to pay to view the rest of them…" Sebastian said, winking and putting a finger to his lips.
Sebastian coughed in his hand. "Oh my…my clothes are all torn and tattered…I initially thought that they would still be salvageable if I just repair the sleeve…but I guess it's impossible now!"
"Are you seriously complaining about your fucking jacket!?" I shouted. Like seriously, if he had just let me handle shooting Grell's brains out, we could have been at home with a warm fire going and I could have been cuddling with Celestial and eating the chocolate I still have, but NO!" Me Sebastian and me handle things. Me take care of bad man for child! Me pretty and strong and roar roar roar roar ROAR!" God I hate everyone. And I'm bleeding from my stomach! Why is no one fixing this!?
"Does this mean that the wound I inflicted on you aren't serious?" Grell questioned, a WEE bit pissed off. "However…" Grell got on guard. "I like guys who pay attention to their clothing, Sebastian-darling!" Sebastian sighed before taking off his tailcoat.
"I was hoping that I would not have to use this method, however…I guess I don't have an option now…"
"Ooohhh…finally getting serious are we?" Grell teased before chuckling to himself. "You know, Sebastian-darling…I see the way you look at her…It was the first thing I noticed when I came into contact with you…That look in your eye when they trail over her body, heh-heh, it's not hunger is it? It's lust." Sebastian narrowed his eyes.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Sebastian asked.
"Oh, you can't fool me darling. It's obvious that you've become smitten with that little whore." Grell hissed. Sebastian's eye twitched slightly at the mention of the word 'whore.' Grell peered down at me from the rooftop. I narrowed my eyes at him.
Grell smiled devilishly. "Well…since I can't hurt you physically maybe…just maybe…" Grell quickly looked down at me again, looked at Sebastian, looked at me once more, then leapt down towards me, his Death Scythe revving.
"MAYBE I'LL JUST HURT YOUR EMOTIONALLY INSTEAD!"
I stared as the blade came racing towards me. I quickly pushed Ciel out of the way and aimed my shotgun at him. Sebastian's eyes widened with fear.
"Time to be on the death list!"
!?
Grell looked down at his death scythe only to see some black fabric trapped inside of it. "Ehh…?" Grell tugged and tugged at the material (he even pinned the scythe to the ground with his foot and yanked on it, it didn't even budge) but nothing was working.
I looked up to see the back of Sebastian head at the end of the barrel.
"…eh?" I said out loud.
"WHAAAAAAATTTTTT!?" Grell screamed as he continued to fight the fabric.
Sebastian smirked. "Since that weapon gets its power from its rotation, it can be rendered useless simply by stopping said rotation. That tailcoat is made from the highest quality sheep wool. Sheep wool produces a large amount of static. It will be difficult for you to remove it." Sebastian rested his hand on his forehead before sighing. "That coat was actually provided for me by the master, that I why I was reluctant to use it, however…I had no choice." Sebastian turned to me with a smile.
"Are you and the young master al—"
BOOM!
I shot Sebastian in the face. When the smoke cleared, Sebastian (of course) was holding the bullet in his hand. "My my, doesn't someone have a temper…"
"I hate you."
Sebastian chuckled before tying the barrel of the shotgun into a bow while I glared at him with all my mighty power. "Just a precaution." Sebastian turned away from me and walked towards Grell slowly.
"Dick." I said before glancing over at Ciel. He was staring blankly at the floor. I stooped to his level and turned him to face me. "Look at me." Ciel raised his eyes at me. I smiled. "We're gonna get out of here soon, okay? I'll getcha cleaned up and we can split my box of doughnuts and bonbons, kay?" I stated, rubbing his arms to keep him warm.
"The Death God's scythe can slice through everything, hmm?" Grell still struggled, trying to pull the coat out. "Grell, can your Death Scythe work on…?" Grell twitched. Sebastian chuckled before cracking his knuckles.
"Now that this is more hand to hand, I believe that I can indeed win."
"Ahh…wait a moment…my face…"
I blocked Ciel's eyes with my hand.
"AHHHHHH! Don't hit my face! AHHHHH! NO!"
Sebastian wiped his forehead. "Phew…"
Grell's face was swollen in multiple place, his glasses shattered and I think he was missing a few teeth/fangs/sharkbait uh-ah-ah. "Aaiii cuhn belish you iit mur fursh…"
"Oh my, you really can't be beaten to death? You truly are a Death God…However…" Sebastian ripped the tailcoat out of the scythe. "What if I were to use 'this'?"
"!?"
"The Death Scythe can slice through anything. And that includes Death Gods."
"S-Sebasti—ARGH!" Sebastian began to grind his foot into the side of Grell's face.
"Even though I dislike be hurt by others, I do like it when things are the other way around."
"Sebas—AHH!"
"The sounds of you crying in pain is good on the ears." Sebastian revved up the scythe. "As a reward, I shall send you on your way, using the toy you like so much!"
"P-Pleash…Sebastian-darling…stop it!"
Sebastian leaned forward with a large sadistic grin on his face. " I do not want to." Sebastian raised the Death Scythe high above his head just as Ciel moved my hand out of his face. "Oh, and by the way Grell…" Grell cowered and sniffled in fear. "Demons do not love." Sebastian swung down with all his power.
"S-Stop! STOP IT! AHHHH!"
Suddenly a long staff, shot from the rooftop and blocked Sebastian's fatal blow.
My eyes shot up to the rooftop to see some suit adjusting his glasses. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation," he began in a monotone voice. I am, William T. Spears of the Dispatch Management Division of the Death Gods. I am here to pick up that."
Grell lifted his limp torso and smiled(?) at William. "William! William! You came to save m—GUAAAHH!" William landed right on the back of Grell's head. "Dispatch member, Grell Sutcliff, you have broken the rules. Firstly…" William kicked Grell right across the face. "You have killed people whose names were not on the Death List, and…" William then began to stomp on Grell's face. "Also you used your Death Scythe without permission and it possesses modifications that do not follow the proper procedures." Grell groaned and whined under William's foot.
Normally, I would be laughing hysterically but I am currently bleeding…from my stomach I mean.
"Please return to the main branch to submit your reflection letter and report." William instructed as he pulled Grell along by his hair. I walked up next to Sebastian while Ciel lingered at Madam Red's corpse.
"Hey! Wait a moment! I was nearly killed just now!"
"Quiet." William said sternly, flinging Grell on his face.
William left Grell's carcass and walked up to us, bowing deeply. "I am truly sorry. That thing has caused you a lot of trouble….Really, to think that I would actually have to bow to a lowly demon…" William glanced over at me over the rim of his glasses for a minute then looked back at Sebastian. (Why do people keep doing that?) "Especially one in your condition."
Sebastian smirked. "In that case, please keep a close eye on him so he does not trouble a lowly demon such as myself. Humans cannot reject temptation, you know. When they are plunged into the depths of despair, they will hold on to anything that may help them escape, even if it is merely a spider's thread." Sebastian glanced over at me, a slight smile in his eyes. (Seriously, him too?)
"No matter what sort of humans they are."
William adjusted his glasses. "Demons are creatures who use various tactics to poke fun at humans then proceed to leech whatever comes out as a mean of survival, am I right?"
Sebastian nodded. "I do not dismiss that claim."
"Because you are on a leash, it seems you are slightly better than the other untamed wild hounds…Alright, let us go Grell." William yanked up a lock of Grell's hair as he lay motionless.
"This is really bothersome, we are already lacking in staff. I wonder if I will be able to clock out on time today." William mumbled to himself as he dragged Grell.
Sebastian threw the Death Scythe at William with lightning speed…only for William to catch it in between his fingers. William glared back at Sebastian, only for Sebastian to return the gaze. I slowly stepped back a bit. The tension was too much.
"You forgot this." Sebastian said with a bright smile on his face. "—Thank you. In that case, I shall take my leave." William continued to walked down the dark alley until he and Grell completely disappeared.
Sebastian sighed before walking up to me. He placed his hand on my stomach and felt the wound a little. "Well, the wound isn't too deep. You should be fine." He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. "Thank you for taking care of the young master." I shook his hands of my shoulders and walked over to Ciel. Sebastian sighed and followed me. "My apologies, young master, I allowed the other one to esca—"
"Forget it. It's not…important anymore." Ciel continued to look down at Madam Red's corpse. I crouched near rested my hand on Ciel's check and rubbed it with my thumb. I then ran my hand across his forehead, moving his bangs slightly. "You're freezing, we need to get you home." I said, standing up straight.
"I shall prepare some hot milk for you when we arrive." Sebastian told him.
"Yeah...we don't want you to get—urgh." Suddenly, I felt extremely lightheaded, like I just inhaled some helium. I was wobbly on my feet and rested my hand on the brick wall to keep myself upright.
"Louis?" Sebastian called, his face full of concern.
"I don't feel right." My body lurched forward a little. I clasped my hand over my mouth to hold it in, but I couldn't. I threw up all over the floor. Just over and over and over again. My throat began to burn from the stomach acid.
"Louis!" Ciel called in a panic.
When the vomit finally stopped, I dropped down to my knees and then the world went black.
~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
I quickly ran over to Louis held her in my arms. Her cheeks were a bright red and she was sweating slightly. Her breathing was very heavy. When I touched her skin, it was boiling hot. This was no ordinary fever…
"Hmm, seems that you were right Sebastian…She must be having some sort of allergic reaction to the drug Lau gave us…" the young master stated.
"How can you say that so nonchalantly, young master? We do not know what is wrong with her! This is your entire fault, CIEL!"
Ciel narrowed his eyes at me for a moment. Louis groaned in my arms before her breathing hastened. She began to cough loudly.
"Fine let's bring her back to the manor…" the young master gazed down at Madam Red's corpse. "And bring her as well."
I nodded my head before picking Louis up bridal style. When I turned around, the young master was standing before me, his eyes filled with anger. "Do not call me by name again. I am your master, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
I nodded my head. "Yes, my lord."
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~The next morning in Louis's room~
"Oh my, this is terrible. The poor little thing." Mey-Rin said, as held a tray with a bowl of soup upon it. "She didn't even take one sip, no she didn't." I dipped a rag into cool water and wrung it out slightly before placing it on Louis's forehead. She squirmed under the sensation before easing into it.
"Has she awoken at all yet, Mey-Rin?"
"No, sir."
Louis breathing was choppy and she would cough occasionally. It was awful.
"Hand me the water," I said, gesturing my hand. Mey-Rin handed me the small saucer. I placed the nozzle in her mouth and squeezed the top, hoping she would drink all the water. Louis drank a small amount before turning away from it.
"Oh dear…" Mey-Rin said. The young master strolled into the room, adorned in all black.
"How is she?"
"She barely consumes anything, only taking a little bit of water at a time and she won't eat. Hopefully she will recover soon…"
The young master nodded.
"Take care of her for us." Mey-Rin nodded to the young master.
"Sebastian come…"
My eyes were locked on Louis's face.
"We have a funeral to attend."
Slowly, I rose from the chair at Louis's bedside. I looked down at her face once more before following the young master out of the room. For some strange reason, I felt uncomfortable. I looked back at the bed before slowly closing the door shut.
"I'll be back soon." I whispered…to no one in particular of course.
And ta-da! I did it! I'm so sorry for not updating in like 5, 6, or 7 months but you know that last bit of high school and college applications and stuff are the hardest parts and I was swamped! Also I recently started an internship at a farm and it is BRUTAL! But here ya go! Don't forget to comment and favorite! Love ya!