"Alois? May we…come in?" I used the better of my strength to lift myself into a sitting position, breathing heavily from the pain the exerted effort and movements caused. "It's only Sebastian and I-"
"Yes, Ciel, Sebastian. You can come in." I looked over to my clothes, which lay still, neatly set and ready to be worn, though I couldn't move well enough to dress them unto myself. As the two entered my room, the deathly depression that settled did not go unnoticed. Sebastian seemed to be writhing in anger now, his hands clenched tightly, his jaw set.
"I see Claude has come." I could not nod in acknowledgement, nor could I speak, though it was apparent that neither were necessary. The man came towards me, silently asking for permission, before picking me up gently, mindful of the bruises and marks which marred my otherwise well body.
"Would you like me to gather your clothes, Alois?" I looked to the other boy, smiling just slightly as to give him a response. One which he luckily caught onto. Sebastian continued on, stepping just into the bathroom, allowing Ciel to move in front of him, to set out my clothes for later wear. I was set onto the ledge within my bathing tub, a light misting of warm water starting as a few knobs were turned. As the bottom o the basin filled with hot, steaming water, Sebastian poured a bottle over the stream, light blue bubbles starting to cover the surface.
"Where were you at, this time?" Ciel closed the bathroom door, snapping the golden lock placed thereon, not wanting for anyone to come through and walk in on the careful moment.
"The old wine cellar, actually. The bitch will have quite a mess to clean in there, too." A giggled started to bubble up through my throat at the thought of the disgusting man cleaning an equally vulgar mess. I tipped my head back, allowing my boddy to sink into the bath, a content smile placed upon my lips.
"Haven't you a care about your situation?" Ciel's voice was strained, louder than previously voiced comments. "Haven't you a care about your safety? Your health?!" The shouts could be heard from the hall just outside the bedroom door by now, I'm sure. Though, it's always a treat to see someone as stoic and bratty as Ciel lose his temper over another person…even someone as obscene and crude as myself.
"No, I don't think I do, Ciel. But I see that you do…if the way you shout gives any notion of the fact." With a quick giggle, I stood, now clean and overheated by the water. Steam covered the surfaces of the mirror and walls, misting the bathroom wetly. I held my arm out, allowing Sebastian to slip on a towel robe, using a smaller hand towel to softly rub my legs and feet dry. I moved to Ciel, hugging him to me for a moment. The boy was shocked, his body tensing lightly, before relaxing as I distanced myself slightly.
"It's rather nice of you two to worry over me, but I am just-" A loud crash was heard outside the door of the bedroom, and a few shouts were exchanged between what sounded like a young girl and an older woman; The woman's were angry, though the younger girls seemed to be frightened shouts. I quieted soon, a very loud thump sounding from against the door, probably the woman knocking the girl against it. "…fine." I moved to the bathroom door, leaning against it carefully, my knees still very weak. Ciel was very nearly right behind me, ready to hold onto me if I were to need the assistance. A loud, shrill screech rang through the hall, making me cover my ears.
"What in the world…Sebastian..?" The older man nodded, moving me so I could sit on the counter as Ciel helped me dress, before he moved out of the bathroom, and presumably out to the hall.
"What do you think that was, Ciel?" I asked, questioning the possibilities. The boy stayed silent, his shaky hands moving to untie my robe. I smiled at him, gingerly picking my crisp, white dress shirt and handing it to him. I wasn't able to stretch my arms far at all, and was unable to pull my arms through the sleeves on my own.
"I…don't know, Alois. The young voice didn't sound familiar." I nodded in agreement, slipping my hands through the holes of the shirt, allowing Ciel to slide the clothing onto my shoulders. He wasn't exactly attuned to dressing people, he could barely dress himself, but he tried to do as he remembered Sebastian doing for him. I helped him where I could; just allowing him to slip on my shorts and vest, before moving to stand on my own and step out into the hall.
I know this is short, I apologize. I'm trying to work this story through as well as I can, because it means a lot to me. I am trying to work on my other ones, but with the way my mind works, I have to wait until I actually CAN write :/ Again, I apologize. Also, forgive any mistakes.
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