Sorry for the super-duper late update! Been a tad busy... hehe...
Anyways, onto the story! Anything anyone wants to see in here, or if there are any mistakes I've made, let me know!
William- First Person POV
"... You lost my son." It wasn't a statement really, more like a question. A question because I didn't really believe what he told me.
"...I lost your son." He answered my question, his voice moving just as slow and smooth as my own, sure and yet cautious. Michaelis (or Sebastian, not that I actually referred to him by his name) took his time, letting the news sink in. When I got home, and Xavier wasn't there yet, I left to look for the two of them. I figured that, as the person who was watching my kid, this demon would be with him.
Apparently I was wrong.
"You lost my son." I repeated the words once again, as if willing they weren't true. Swallowing slowly, I pinch the bridge of my nose, aware that I must look only mildly irritated. Maybe I am. At least on the forefront of my mind I am, because if I recognize the fact that I am the angriest I've ever been, I'd probably and up killing the demon, and he was the last person who had seen my son. Or maybe Michaelis would kill me...
"This conversation is going in circles, I'd suggest we start looking for the boy." He turns on his heel to begin his search, or whatever he had in mind. All I can now think of is how terrified Grell might be to hear this news. Then again, it seemed more like her to get really angry and murder a bunch of humans in the search for her son...
"...Right..." I follow the demon, my feet moving slowly, and my mind chooses this moment to remind me of all the things that could have happened to Xavier. He could have died at the hands of a psychopath... hell, he could have even been grabbed by a demon worse than Sebastian. Or a pedophile may have taken a liking to him... I've seen so many different ways that humans could die, just thinking of them makes me on edge. Grinding my teeth, I struggle to listen to the words of the man ahead of me.
"Xavier was here, at this food stand with me. From here, he could ha- are you even listening?" He sighs with contempt as he waits for me. " Anyways, it seems plausible that he could have gone into the town...I wish I could sense him, but it seems I can't, at least not in- umph-get-off...!-"
Ignoring his protests, I tackle him to the ground like a madmen. I could feel his fist connect with my jaw, so I punch him right back. He tries to knee me in the groin after I get him on my back, so I press my own knee painfully into his chest. There was probably more that I did, much more, but all I could focus on in the moment was maiming his face in some way. I was most definitely angry.
"Mr. Spears, if you'd so kindly-ugh- stop punching me-" he struggles, and I begin to shake him like a ragdoll.
"You are an idiot. A dimwitted, addlebrained-"
"This is unnecessary-"He sounds surprised. Or maybe irritated.
"This is completely necessary!" I retort with a slap, although God knows why I decided to slap him.
"-not to mention unjustified." Somehow he manages to get out from under me, and in the next second I feel something hit the side of my face. Blinking, I tried to focus as everything seems to move, the pain spreading very slowly with a numbness. Next second, that demon is on top of me, knife pressed firmly to my throat. "You need to calm down-"
"Calm? After you lost my son?!" I struggle to lift my right fist to hit him, and he holds it down. I was about to lift my left when he seemed to read my mind, and he pierced the jackets fabric with a knife. There was a ripping noise from my jacket as the knife went through to the ground, holding my sleeve firmly. I pull at my arm with disbelief, before glaring at him. "Get off!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No. You need to calm down."
"I am very calm! You have never met another person as tranquil and serene as me-" I try to get up, failing. Huffing, I glare more. "I am quite undistubed, unruffled."
"You're a terrible liar." He looks at the darkening sky, sighing that annoying sigh once again."I'm afraid we're running low on time."
Angry that he had the audacity to act like everything wasn't that big of a deal, I decided to spit on his face. I got him in the eye, and I grinned triumphantly as he lifted his hand to wipe it away. As he did so, I brought up my fist again to get him in the jaw, and I watch his face turn from one of disgust to disbelief. Why he was wearing that expression, I can only guess. Surely he must have realized my reaction when he told me 'I lost your kid.' What was he expecting?
"Mr. Spears, can't you be serious-"
"I am being serious! You claim to be the all-high-and-mighty-demon, and you lost my son! A boy who isn't even one-years-old, and is lost all by himself... probably targeted by some insane sadist to be sold through the sex trade- and how the hell did you lose him!? You, of all people! I ought to do something-"
"This is ridiculous." The demon (I was now refusing to call him by any name) seemed a bit worn out at this point. "Anyways, he has the mind of a... a ten year old perhaps. He's most likely just lost."
"Hey, cut it out!" Some humans around us call out, their faces full of weary or fear. A small part of me wonders what they're thinking; are they wondering why we move so fast? What we're fighting about? Whatever it was, it was probably best that no one accidenally tries to stop us, and gets hurt in the process.
I bit my lip before resigning. "Fine, fine. No more fighting, or whatever you want to call this squabble."
He looked uncertain, but stood, taking his knives back into wherever he put them. I stood, straightening my suit and tie. After adjusting my glasses, I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Being clear headed and on top of my game ensures a better chance of finding my son. The humans surrounding us have begun to disperse, their faces hesitant and unsure. They don't seem to want to get involved with us. I glance back at the demon (I've chosen not to forgive him fully).
"You were saying you last seen him...?"
"At this food stand." He looked pointedly at a stand that he must have pointed out before, when I hadn't been paying attention. My gaze travels around, everything crystal clear through my glasses. People walking about, some heading home at this hour... I can't seem to pick up on Xavier's scent, having been blown away by the wind. I notice how the air seems colder, the wind hitting my face not making it better. I breathe out a foggy breath before looking back at the demon. He seems to be thinking what I'm thinking.
"We need to find him soon. Before he freezes."
"I agree. Perhaps we should spread out, going in opposite directions. We can find him quicker."
"Indeed..." I turn on my heel and begin to move quickly. "I'm going this way then." I've come to find the demon's presence aggravating at this moment, barely even tolerable.
"Fine." He sounds... insulted? Bored? Annoyed? "I'm will go this way-"
"No, you shall not." The voice comes from behind me, and both of us turn to find a little boy standing there. It takes me a split second to recognize him.
"...Mr. Phantomhive." I muttered unpolitely, and I crossed my arms. He glances between the two of us before settling his sights on me.
"You're that reaper."
"I am."
"You seem to have lost your scythe."
"I..." I fidget a bit, realizing I don't have it with me... you think I'd be able to remember it. "I do not."
"You do not seem the type to forget such things." God, I hate him. The way he talks to superiors as though he is better. He acts like a king, somehig which annoys me to no end. Someone should teach him manners.
"I simply left it at home in my haste to see my son." I cross my arms, and he lifts his head with a hi t of amusement. He looks at me for a few more secind, then at the demon, than back at me.
"I see."
"...Not him!" I look with incredulity at Sebastian.
"Master, I'm not-"
"That's absurd-"
"Repulsing-"
"Preposterous. "
"I see." The boy smirks a bit. "Where's your son then?"
"Umm..." I toss another angry look at Sebastian, who narrows his gaze back at me. The boy looks at him.
"Sebastian, explain."
"Yes, Master. Well, you see, this Reaper here has a son named Xavier, whom I was watching over-"
"You never told me." The little boy, whose name I believe is Ciel, interrupts calmly, though the calmness is only a thin veil over the upset he obviously feels. Betrayal... as if he never realized exactly how a demon's nature can be. I wonder if Sebastian is ever irritated by him... most likely. Perhaps they get irritated by each other.
Sebastian continues on. "Sorry, Master, but you never requested-"
"You said you were going out for 'demon business'. All this time I thought you meant prostitutes. Or something sinfully along the lines of that." Ciel's voice raises in tone, the agitation showing more.
"I was going out for 'demon business'. I am a demon after all, and this business concerns me." The demon smirks, reminding me of how decieving and cunning his kind can be. I feel a bit uncomfortable with the situation at hand, given that he apparently hadn't told his 'Master' that he was babysitting my boy in a way.
"What kind of business?" Ciel moves on to his next question, giving me the sense that he and Sebastian will have a 'talk' later.
"I'm watching over his kid occasionally." Now Sebastian looks at me, causing Ciel to once again look at us both.
"That only brings me to my original question... where is this kid? I will not be lied to, Sebastian-"
"I am not lying."
"Then where is-"
"I lost him." A short and simple explanation. Now that Sebastian finally said it, I am reminded that I actually need to go and search for my kid... and now Ciel looks at me once more.
"You let a demon watch your kid?" Ciel speaker with amusement.
"We are low on babysitters." I uncross my arms, wishing my jacket was a bit thicker to keep the chill out. "And if you don't mind, I really need to go and look for my son, seeing as someone was careless enough to lose him." I focus my gaze on Sebastian, who has his gaze on Ciel. Ciel looks back at him.
"Sebastian, find the boy, that's an order. Then we are going home." The way he emphasizes it, I have a feeling Ciel won't let Sebastian get off easy later. Satisfied that I can now search for Xavier, I wait for Sebastian's cue. He nods at his Master before glancing at me, then something behind me. He smirks knowingly once again.
"Master, that will be quite unnecessary."
At his words, I look in the same direction, a bright red quickly catching my attention.
"Daddy!" He runs cheerfully, practically bouncing in his innocent t happiness. A flood of relief goes through me, the tension disappearing.
"Xavier." I bend down to hug him, and I can feel the chilly clothes he has been wearing. I hold his shoulders an arms length away, searching his face for any signs of bruises or scrapes, any discoloration from frost bite. His breath comes out foggy, and he grins. His cheeks seem a bit red, but it looks as though he was running. The rest of him seems fine to, no injuries that I can see.
"Hello daddy!" Happiness covers his face as he pulls out a kitten from his jacket. "Look who I've got! Sebaton said I can keep him."
"...He did, did he?" I look back at Sebastian, who appears to be analyzing Ciel's reaction. Ciel is watching the boy with an interest.
"Your name is Xavier?" Ciel's voice is soft, and Xavier nods. "...And Sebastian watches you?"
"Uh-huh. He said I can keep a kitty!" Xavier proudly holds up the small thing for display, and I swallow slowly in contemplation.
"I see..." Ciel turns away with an unreadable expression. "Sebastian, let's go. I let Finnian drive the carriage to find you, but I don't trust him to be alone for any longer. Good day, Mr. Spears."
The boy adresses me mockingly, as if he knows something I don't. I don't bother to say anything, and instead look at the demon, who follows his Master swiftly. I watch them walk away in silence, wondering just how much trouble the demon is in. But I could honestly bring myself to care less, and I look at Xavier, who is center of my attention.
"Ready to go?"
"Yes, daddy."
I stand and begin to walk, and I soon feel the boy's small hand grasp mine. I squeeze back reassuringly, not wanting to let go. I could never let go.
And... that's it! That's the chapter... I feel it is adequate enough. Everyone hasn't wondered where Xavier was yet... suppose that questioning stuff will be in the next chapter...hehe...
Sorry again for the reaalllyyy late update... life kind of just popped up and surprised me.
And because I am forced to type on a tablet, I am convinced I have made and left mistakes, no matter how much I proofread. So pointing out anything would be great!