Sorry it took so long to update. I've had things going on lately. Well, here is the next chapter of One Last Dream, which was supposed to be a little longer than it is, but I got to a point that was perfect to end at, so that's what I ended up doing.
Originally, this story was going to take a slightly different direction than it is, but I haven't changed anything too major than what was in my draft (yes, I, the procrastinator who usually only writes once and edits, actually wrote a draft).
Notes: The scene you are all about to read is probably going to make you all think this should be rated M, but I assure you, it is not what it seems. Read on and you'll see.
I want to dedicate this chapter to someone very special to me, my fantabulous new girlfriend, who really inspired me with my writing and gave me a lot of motivation ;) Love you babe, sorry to steal your line here, but your the Germany to my Italy.
"Daughter," He greeted.
"Father."
Uraiah looked at him curiously. At last, father, she thought, and he seemed to read her mind, because he nodded coyly and flashed her a proud smiled. She smiled herself, and it felt as if her lips were cold from kissing snow. She touched them, and they felt like ice.
The red-haired man had forced his way into Sebastian's arms, and was now resting there contently, all but forgotten by the other two. He looked up and whispered softly. "Bassy, what do you mean by 'daughter'?" He looked away from Uraiah suddenly, as if he could not stand the sight of her. "Please tell me you didn't... not with another...!"
Sebastian set him on his feet, and he proceeded to hide behind the the tall man as if he could protect him from something horrible. Sebastian took no notice. Looking at him and his demeanor, Uraiah had to wonder whether he wasn't capable of some extraordinary things. He radiated the confidence that he could take down a wild bear with a simple fist to its skull.
Her lips were still numb and cold, and she loathed the sensation, and put her palm to her mouth, trying to warm them.
"I believe I can fix that," Sebastian said, and he came to her and leaned down, taking her tiny face in his hands. He examined it as if it were a fine emerald or ruby. "I shall fill the emptiness that plagues you."
He kissed her. While her lips were so cold, his were pleasantly warm, like sunbeams made solid. She sucked in the warmth, drawing in as much of it as she possibly could into herself. It tasted wonderful, a small piece of paradise that she snatched eagerly from the earth. Her eyes closed, and she let the sensation of sucking take her away from this place, let it take whatever it was it wanted from her. She was floating a thousand miles away, yet she was still there, absorbed in the entrancing enigma that was Sebastian.
The other man stared in horror at the two, his mouth open as they had such a personal moment right in front of him. It seemed to pain him internally. For once, he seemed at a loss what to say.
"You're going to catch flies in there if you aren't careful, Grell," Sebastian said, coming up calmly from the kiss.
Uraiah felt the absence of his lips immediately, and pulled him back to her, mashing them together again. She noted the other man's name in the back of her mind. Grell. What a strange name.
Sebastian's eyes were glowing rubies, full of desire. He stopped her, holding her away from him. "Only a taste, for now. Your soul is like liquid gold. So pure, yet so tainted..."
Grell blinked, understanding, and hesitantly approached Sebastian and took his hand. He leaned close to him and whispered something Uraiah could not hear in his ear. Sebastian listened carefully, and then said aloud, "Truly? Again? What do you desire from her?" He was honestly astounded.
Grell straightened his posture, gathering confidence. "I desire nothing, nothing but the desire to see how this little game of yours plays out. A reapers life can get terribly drab, you know."
He considered this. "Very well. You may take your previous room. Oh ,and please do not tell the servants your true identity. I don't need a trio of frightened mortals running around as if Jack the Ripper is at their tails."
Grell smirked knowingly. "As you wish, my sweet."
Uraiah thought she caught a split second murderous look on Sebastian's face, but decided she must have imagined it. He was as tranquil as before.
"Well then, shall we have some tea?" He said kindly, and gestured for them to go ahead out the door.
Uraiah felt the burning heat of the hot tea inside her cup as she twisted it around in her hand, the liquid making slight ripples. A drop spilled on the tablecloth, a dark stain on the white satin. Sebastian rose to his feet in an instant, but Uraiah's glare made his settle back down soon enough.
"You can clean it later, daddy," she said, taking a sip of her tea. It tasted sweet; a splash of lemon had been added, just as she liked it. She was careful not to spill any on her dress.
"Very well." He nodded. " Uraiah, dear, could you explain a few things to your... 'mother' and I?" He waved his hand at Grell, who was sitting beside him with his own cup of tea, his head resting contently on his shoulder. His bright hair was draped across Sebastians chest like a great red web of sorts. From behind his glasses, he gazed up at him with adoration.
Uraiah smiled sweetly. "Of course."
"Excellent. I want you to think on this question when I ask you it. Has there ever been anyone in your life that you've been angry at, hated, so much that their offense still burns in your minds eye now? A person that you may want revenge on, or payment from?"
That question held a lot behind it, she could feel it. She saw down into her tea as if the answer would be plainly written in the surface. Well, there was one person... but did she truly hate them?
"A man." She saw his face, the smoke his cigarette curling around it. "He...killed my parents." A tendril of angry fire raced through her, burning and making her blood boil.
"Oh, poor dear." Grell had been quietly listening to their conversation, but now he spoke with a strange mix of pity and what sounded like enthusiasm. "Bassy, can we go pay him a visit with my favorite pair of sciccors? Pay him back for his little atrocity on my daughters heart?"
Daughter. It felt nautural to hear him say it, just like it did with Sebastian. Looking on this arrangement, on her new life, a few short days ago, she would have recoiled with horror at the things said between these two fathers, at the dark promises that were being made, but now it felt more right than anything ever had before. Everything was falling into place, and the puzzle was forming a picture, a picture stained with blood and death, but a picture where she belonged, with this elegant mansion and its peculiar occupants. Looking towards the door, she thought she saw the shadow of a person under the crack.
"I'll be right back." She got down from her chair and walked over to investigate, and the shadow disappeared as suddenly as it had come, and the hurried footsteps echoed outside in the hall.
She opened the door to see the end of a blue coat disappearing around a corner. She chased it, calling: "Ciel, wait! What's the matter!?" She saw the black of his hair and the navy blue of the coat just as she crashed headfirst into him. They both fell in a crumpled heap to the ground.
"Damn..." He rubbed his forehead and pushed Uraiah roughly away from him. She lay with her own head aching, her yellow curls trapped under her. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused.
Ciel tapped her gently with his finger. "You're still alive, right?"
She groaned, but pushed herself up to sit. The very sight of him made her angry, and she wanted nothing more than to whip her palm across his face. "You were spying."
There was a long pause. "I was listening to information I have every right to know," He said confidently.
"You could have just asked. I would have told you... whatever knowledge you hoped to gain. I have nothing to hide."
He laughed, leaning back against the wall, a dark portrait of a couple in fancy clothes next to him. He looked up at the man in the portrait, and Uraiah saw there was a startling resemblance between the two males. The same dark hair adorned them, and the shapes of the faces were twins to each other. Ciel returned his attention to her and played with the eye patch over his one eye. "Everyone has something to hide. We all have secrets we that we whisper to no one. Some of them can kill you, and some destroy you slowly from the inside. They're blemishes on the soul, but necessary blemishes. Just remember this. Once you lose something for good, you can never get it back."
There is a deep sadness in the world that we can feel in the very depths of our souls, an emptiness so profound it seems that noting can fill it. It does not always make us weep on the outside. Sometimes it makes tears fall from inside us, makes our heart shudder with pain.
Uraiah did not cry. Her face was a mask. "I know."
Hope you all liked this.
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Oh, and I almost forgot to put this. Anyone want to guess where the inspiration for this came from (Inspiration, meaning it won't follow that particular plot, and is not a fanfiction on it, just saying)? It's a movie/book series, and I'm kind of curious if anyone can guess.