"Insane Asylum"

Chapter 11

Promocat: Hahaha yeaaaah. I don't like the runt much at all xD

Vivacia18: Omg Viv, now I'm just embarrassed…. /

Darkhellia666 + Tiny Tomate: Well, you could be wrong and you could be right and I could just be keeping the truth completely hidden~

+++Abandonment+++

Alan and Eric weren't sure how they had managed to get the young ward back into his room; only that they were now both exhausted enough, and the blond dyed man was holding ice against his head from the swing that runt had managed to get in.

"Jeez, what the hell was that kid going on about anyway?"

"Well, he's been so… absent lately. I think he just realized his previous doctor has gone. Or at least that's what I gather." Alan sighed, leaning his upper body against his desk. "Are you alright?"

"'Course I am! He's just a kid, it doesn't hurt." The once darker haired man looked off, frowning. "Man, I am not coming to visit you at work ever again; I don't care how late it is!"

"It wasn't that bad… there wasn't a riot or anyone actually trying to kill you," Alan chuckled, looking up from his arm-pillow.

"This time." The taller shook his head. "When's that Michaelis guy coming back anyway?"

"Sadly, not for some time…" he sighed. "All of the previous doctors were taken in; not just in the Phantomhive case, but there's been some issues with a few of them…"

"What do'ya mean by that?" Eric seemed more interested now. It's about time; Alan had been mumbling about the issues for weeks now, and his partner had seemed to ignore his 'complaining' since he got transferred!

"The one-on-one controversy. The patients have been here for so long with little sign of them getting any better… Then there was finding out Faustus was drugging Ciel, and Kainz's medicines were worsening his condition, and everyone believes that Angela was encouraging her patient… I don't know Eric, if Doctor Michealis can't give proof that he's only been helping his charge then… I don't know…"

"Hey… Hey, it's gonna be alright." Eric tried to smile. "C'mon, between you, Spears, and the others…"

"Knox and Spears… Grea's been taken in too; I don't even know how we're supposed to handle this many people, we're hardly enough…"

+++T+++

Ciel glared coldly at the locked door before him. What had just happened? Who were those men? An even better question; where was Sebastian?!

"Locking me up like I'm some sort of animal…" the teen growled, banging his fists against the door. "Let me out!"

He already knew it was very little use; the two from before were long gone, probably the moment after he'd been practically thrown into his room. Blue eyes looked around the room, nails digging into his palm as he tried to calm himself down. He had to get out. He had to find Sebastian. Something was very wrong; he could feel it in his gut.

Still, the first thing he did was return to sit on his bed. He felt so exhausted just from his short exploration. How long had he been asleep? Where was Sebastian? Why couldn't he just finally, finally, wake from this nightmare and stay home, in his large manor, with his butler?

…Okay, not exactly with his butler, but he never thought he'd miss the demon so much. He was just tolerable at some points, but he was starting to realize how much he needed him. As cruel as he was, he was what brought him some peace of mind, some sanity!

"…Where are you?" The small ward was starting to sob, curled up on his bed. "You promised you'd be here… you promised… you swore… You can't just leave me here!" the teen cried out, slamming the back of his head against the wall he was leaning against.

A cry of shock and pain was emitted from the dark haired child, his vision going spotty before he realized he was lying on his bed. Why had he done that again? He really was starting to act like a mental patient….

"Sebastian!" he growled between clenched teeth. "… Sebastian…"

+++T+++

The man shivered lightly as he looked up from the piece of paper.

"…I wonder if he's awoken from his stupor yet…" The raven-haired man frowned, glaring at the forms. If looks could kill, the poor message would probably be set ablaze. Then again, if looks could kill, Claude Faustes would be the first victim of the man.

"I should have known… that Trancy brat." He growled, tapping his pen against the desk.

The Phantomhive investigation had started getting out of hand. Abberline had managed to find that a doctor at the asylum was in constant contact with the young Trancy… Naturally they all assumed it had been Ciel's own doctor, and Sebastian couldn't blame them for that. However, to choose him over the newest hired worker? Was he really more suspicious than that?

"Taking a bribe from a child…" Amber eyes closed as he shook his head. "Forcing me to step down…"

The doctor couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he thought of his replacement. "Oh, Ciel probably won't take kindly to strangers…. Poor guy." He scrawled his signature, hoping he'd be able to get out of this whole investigation interrogation. He knew he'd eventually be dragged into court, but he'd been hoping it'd wait until his statement on Ciel's mental health was needed.

"I suppose it can't be helped."

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." The man at the desk sighed heavily at the familiar voice.

"You would know all about that." Amber eyes turned to his colleague, a small smile on his face. "Any chance you're getting off any easier to return to our favorite ward?"

"Can't say." The graying man chuckled, sitting across from the young doctor. "Apparently, I may not be fit to work anymore. They believe I may have caught insanity from our lovely patients." He adjusted his glasses and brushed the braided strand of hair out of his way.

"Dorian, my friend, you were crazy far before you worked with us." Michealis chuckled. "… Oh well, I guess we'll just have to leave it to the others… Hopefully this won't take long."

"And why's that? A break from work will be good for us, even if it is in court." Grea chuckled to himself.

"… My master needs me."

+++T+++

Ciel's eyes opened for a moment, glancing around the room before sighing tiredly. Honestly, he was just done. He was done trying to figure out where he really belonged. Maybe he was a psych ward who made up a world of pure fantasy to make his life better that he fled to when he was stressed. Maybe he was the Queen's Guard Dog and had a demon butler. It didn't matter much either way.

His room had been empty when he had opened them. Sebastian wasn't in the nicely furnished room of his manor.

"…Sebastian…." He tried; his voice soft, weak, tired, and a bit throaty. There was no movement, no comforting words, no soft touch of reassurance.

No, it didn't matter. Whether Ciel was crazy and in the middle of 'The Phantomhive Case', or he was just sick and fighting a fever, Ciel had been abandoned, his butler nowhere to be found, and his doctor gone without a trace.

+++T+++

With his eyes closed, he wasn't sure which world he was in when he started crying. One moment it seemed cold like the asylum, the next it was warm with the heat of a large bed's comforter. Either way, when he regained a bit of awareness, it was just tight. The air was humid, his body was caught in rapid temperature changes, and he felt like he was surrounded by something like tight skin.

"…I'm done…" he whispered to himself. "Where ever you are, I'm done. I wanted to see your face a moment ago, but now I just want to punch it…."

The claim went unnoticed. Yes, even in this weird spot between what could be reality and fantasy, Ciel was left alone.

"…I hate you…"

+++End Chapter Eleven+++

AN: So, here's an update.

I'm actually losing internet soon, but this chapter is far over due, so I thought I'd put it up before I have a better excuse than laziness to go missing!

"Very nice chapter love, written smooth as butter, and as tantalizing as chocolate, with the intrigue really starting to build. Ever more questions are being raised, yet even so I find as a reader I'm able settle into the story more and more easily every chapter, so I can enjoy the buzz of questions raised in my mind coming up with theory after theory, rather than struggling to connect dots that are already painted for us. To me this shows that you've grown as a writer, and I can't wait to see where else you'll be able to go:) " –Vivacia18

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