Cuts and Cake

Chapter 10

It's him…

Ciel found his way back to consciousness and opened his eye to find that he was lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unknown room. As he looked around the room at the dark blue walls decorated with photos of cats he realised that, for some reason he was in Sebastian's room.

Why was I asleep here? It's obviously still day time. Did I faint again from the injury from yesterday? Ciel asked himself as he pushed the bed cover back and stood up.

Then the memories of what had happened earlier came creeping back to him.

He had entered the library to look at the Michaelis family portraits. When he had found the most recent one he had known immediately that it was the face of that man that had ruined his previous life. A combination of fear, panic and shock at driven him to slump on the floor in a panic attack. Then Sebastian had coming running in and he had informed him what his father had done and after that he had passed out.

Where was Sebastian now? Ciel wondered as he opened the door and walked along the upstairs hallway with an aching head and a nauseous feeling in his stomach- he knew his partnership with Sebastian was over- he had seen the look of horror on his face when Sebastian had looked down at him.

Silently, or he hoped he was, Ciel crept down the stairs, down the hallway and to the entryway without seeing Sebastian. As cold hearted as Ciel though himself to be he knew he couldn't ask someone to kill their own father just for him.

As he slipped on his boots, ready to leave, a pair of black clad arms slid around his chest.

"Why are you leaving?" Sebastian asked and let go of his

"It's okay to break the contract," Ciel said softly as he stood in the doorway. "I'm not going to ask you to kill you father on my behalf."

Without speaking Sebastian grabbed Ciel's hand and dragged him back to the library and pushed him against the wall with an expressionless face. After a few seconds of silence he smirked suddenly.

"Ciel, a contract is a contract. We are both bound by it and it was designed for our advantages and I am certainly not missing out on claiming my price," he winked as Ciel flushed red. "Besides I'm adopted and I really don't care about my father."

"But-"

"No buts Ciel," Sebastian said, placing a finger on the boy's lips. "I was only adopted as an exercise in public relations and because Angela can't have children; they need an heir to take over Ash's company when the time comes which I simply don't want to do."

"B-"

"I said no buts," he sighed and pulled his finger away to let Ciel speak.

"How can you say that even if they aren't your real parents? My aunt is not my mother, but I don't want to kill her," Ciel said, beginning to think that he was still asleep and this conversation was a dream.

"Your aunt is kind to you and actually cares about you as a person. My "parents" just see me as a pawn that they can order around and as the heir that will take over their company when they get too old. They told me all of this when they adopted me and I've being wanting to get even for over 10 years."

"Why did you give me that look of horror when I told you it was him?"

In reply Sebastian grabbed a jar from the nearby table and handed it to Ciel. When Ciel looked closely at it and realised it was a human eye floating in some kind of liquid preservative. Upon an even closer examination he recognised the eye and flinched when he realised that it was his missing eye. Sebastian relieved him of the jar in case in fainted again.

"That's why I gave you that look. I remembered that this has always been on the desk in the study. My father, Ash told me that it was there as a reminder of the moment when he destroyed his biggest rival. I never knew that he did it in the way he did and I always thought that it was a fake eye."

Ciel looked away and gazed at the landscape outside the window, remembering his old, happy life when he grew up with nothing serious to worry about. Now he was a grouchy teenager carrying around a lot of problems that self harmed as an outlet for his depression and anger. Ash Michaelis was responsible for all of that.

"Where are your parents now?" he turned his gaze back to face Sebastian.

"Paris. They are coming back next week. For now I think that we should go through all of Ash's papers to look for clues about the attack and what he gained from it besides the obvious and how we can get revenge," Sebastian suggested and beckoned for Ciel to follow him.

The study was not a modern study. The desk and chair were made of a dark wood and the walls were panelled with wood. The archaic décor did not match the age of the house, Ciel noted.

"Sebastian, what was wrong with whoever designed this house? Your house is blatantly not Victorian so what is with the décor?" Ciel asked as he absorbed all the details of the room.

Sebastian looked up from picking the locks on the desk drawers to answer.

"For some reason my parents are obsessed with the Victorian Era and Angela designed all the rooms to be in that style. I wouldn't allow her to do anything to my bedroom."

An hour passed and the pair hadn't made any progress. They had found evidence that proved Ash was a corrupt businessman, but they hadn't found anything connected to the Phantomhive family.

Sebastian was close to giving up on his search of the desk when he noticed a tiny wormhole in the bottom of the deepest drawer. He pushed the hairpin that he had been using as a lock pick into the hole and watched as the bottom of the drawer slid away to reveal a secret compartment full of documents. He picked them up and began to read.

"Your father's company, Funtom, who owns it now?" he enquired as he came across an interesting document.

"The will stated that it would go to me, but if he died before I reached the age of 18 then it would go to the closest living relation which is my Aunt. She's never mentioned anything about Funtom, but it's obviously not doing anything right now, I think she is waiting until I'm 18 to hand it over to me."

Sebastian waved a piece of paper at Ciel.

"You're wrong. She sold half of it as well as half the shares to a certain Ash Michaelis who merged it with his company."

Not believing what he was hearing Ciel snatched it and read it for himself.

"…sold in 2006. That was just after I started living with her. Why did she sell it?"

"Judging by how protective she is of you I would say that he threatened your life unless she sold it."

"If he did that then why had she let you become friends with me? The surname Michaelis isn't exactly common so she should know that you are his son."

Sebastian gave him a knowing look. "She's a doctor Ciel. Every doctor knows the laws of Mendel."

"Ah, I should have guessed earlier. 2 parents with purple eyes and grey hair cannot give birth to an offspring with black hair and red eyes. Sorry for doubting you."

"That's okay. You were panicked and you scared me when you passed out," Sebastian said and put his arms around Ciel.

For once Ciel did not try to pull away. He had a good enough reason to put up with Sebastian and his tendency to touch him. Sebastian was going to destroy his life for his revenge. So out of gratitude he allowed himself to be hugged and patted on the head.

That was the only reason. There wasn't any other reason or so he thought.

I am aiming to finish this fanfiction before I start Sixth Form College as A-levels are very hard and I probably won't have time. However since I am unable to take an English subject to a timetable clash I might not finish it so quickly so I can continue writing.