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Chapter 2
Sebastian decided he had left his Young Master to his task for a good while and that it was time to see if he'd exploded from frustration yet. One could hope after all. He opened the door to the room Ciel had disappeared into.
"Young Master, how are you progressing?" he asked.
The room seemed a disaster; torn clothing lay scattered around the floor, broken furniture and water everywhere. And standing in the middle of it all, was Ciel, his fists clenched and his body shaking with Sebastian sighed.
"Oh dear, Young Master, it seems as though you lost your control," he commented. He held back, though, from commenting further on how long it might take for Ciel to learn. He didn't want to be in further trouble after all.
"Of course I did! You told me what to complete but you never told me how!" Ciel shouted.
"By controlling yourself and projecting what you wish to do. That is the entire point of the lesson, Young Master. If you have no control you cannot do anything," Sebastian replied. Honestly, it was rather obvious. But then again, having been born a demon it would be to him.
Ciel growled in his throat. "Of course you would say that! Completing menial tasks is your life!" Sebastian growled at that and his eyes flashed magenta.
"It is my life while serving you, Young Master," Sebastian ground out the last bit. Within a blink of an eye he was towering over Ciel. "You would do well to remember I had a life before agreeing to make a contract with you." Strong pulses of demonic energy radiated from Sebastian's being, though he kept enough control not to destroy the rest of the room. Unfortunately, the burning of the contract reminded him he couldn't just rip the brat to shreds. Ciel's eyes widened then narrowed again, a smirk running across his lips as he noticed Sebastian holding back.
"What? Want to hurt me?"
Oh, that smug little knave! Sebastian snarled, revealing rather nasty looking fangs.
"It is decidedly in your favor I do have control of myself," Sebastian snapped. With a snap of his fingers the room was back in sorts and the clothes were repaired. He reeled in his demonic energy and his eyes returned to red Ciel shook visibly at the sight of Sebastian's fangs. Sebastian calmed himself and straightened his uniform.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Young Master?" he asked politely. Ciel looked away from his butler, not admitting to himself that he may have pushed a little too far.
"Give me some tips. Tell me what to do and how to do it, Sebastian."
Sebastian inclined his head then held out a coat.
"This imagine it dirty once more. Control your energy so it bends to your will," Sebastian explained. Hopefully this dumbed down version would work better. Ciel focused on the coat hard. A few times he had to stop to refocus but, eventually, he got his energy to float around it. Sebastian smiled.
"Excellent. Now concentrate on what you want to happen," Sebastian instructed. Ciel nodded and tried. After about 30 minutes, Ciel was making his energy wiggle.
"Maybe a break is in order? It is not wise to push yourself too far, Young Master," Sebastian suggested. He was still Ciel's butler, and the contract stipulated he must take care of his Master. Ciel nodded. He looked around then back to his butler, "What is there to do around here, Sebastian?"
Sebastian smirked.
"Not much for one your age, My Lord. Though I suppose you might wish to know the area?" Sebastian suggested. Bars and prostitution were definitely not something a thirteen-year-old should be dealing with. Especially bars and brothels in Hell.
"I can explore myself, Sebastian. Just point me in the most interesting direction." Ciel stood very proudly. Sebastian would have liked to agree, but again, being in a contract wouldn't allow that.
"That is unadvised, Young Master. There are creatures worse than demons here in Hell. You could also become lost as Hell generally starts to look the same after a while," Sebastian said. "Unlike creatures of Earth, creatures of Hell can and will kill demons for fun."
"How will I learn if you are always protecting me?!" Ciel walked out the door. Sebastian caught up easily.
"You depleted your energy earlier. Not only that you have been a demon for only a day. I cannot allow you out alone. I shall stay back if you wish, but I will need to be near enough to keep you from being picked off by the weakest of predators," Sebastian replied determinedly.
"You're saying I'm weak, Sebastian?" Ciel had stopped in his tracks.
"Yes, I am, Young Master. You told me never to lie to you. You are too weak," Sebastian said seriously. His eyes had narrowed and his lips had straightened into a thin line. Ciel's jaw set and his fists balled. He turned to face his butler, eyes filled with rage, "Then fight me now! You win, I'll let you come with me. I win, you stay behind!"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Are you quite certain, My Lord?" Sebastian asked. This would only be fun in the fact he might have some revenge. Otherwise, a fight would be a waste of time and energy.
"Of course I am. What? Afraid you'll get your sorry ass kicked by a kid?" Ciel's face twisted up into a cruel smirk. Sebastian chuckled. He didn't bother with a reply and instead decided to get things over with quickly, if possible.
Sebastian's eyes flashed magenta, his fangs grew, and his nails lengthened to claws. Large feathered black wings burst from his back and snapped out wide in an attack posture. Demonic energy flowed forth freely and he allowed himself to turn fully. Over seven feet tall, with long, wickedly sharp horns protruding from his skull, Sebastian was truly a frightening creature to behold. He smirked, deadly fangs glinting.
Ciel's eyes widened at the sight of his butler in his true form. He stepped back a few steps then clenched his fists again, allowing his own eyes to sparkle magenta. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Really? He hadn't thought his Master that stupid. Sebastian lunged forward, his claws directed towards Ciel's throat.
Ciel barely avoided the quick attack, thrusting his own fist forward. Sebastian felt the tiny fist hit his stomach. Honestly it had as much impact as a pebble hitting a shoe. Sebastian swept his wings forward, sending gusts of wind at his little master.
Ciel was thrown back, hitting the ground hard. But the young Earl was persistent, he stood almost as soon as he had hit. He tried to focus his energy into his next blow. Sebastian knocked the blow aside with an easy sweep of his wing. He growled and sent a blast of his own energy at Ciel and leapt at him. Hopefully he could pin the brat down and be done with this ridiculous fight.
Ciel looked up to see his butler swooping down on him. One chance! He focused all his energy into his fist and struck Sebastian's stomach as hard as he could. Sebastian actually felt pain on that one, but it was not going to stop him. He pinned Ciel to the ground and dug his claws into his throat. Not enough to cause real damage, certainly, but enough to make his point.
"Give up," He snarled, fangs dangerously close to Ciel's face. Ciel gasped for air, his own pathetically short nails digging at Sebastian's hands as he refused to give up in the middle of his little game.
Sebastian roared. It took a lot to get him to roar usually, but this was infuriating and he was finally able to let his frustrations out a bit. Sebastian dug his claws in a little deeper, ignoring the nails against his own skin.
"You should know when to quit!" Sebastian growled. Ciel's eyes filled with fear and he shook in the raven demon's grasp, his hands had fallen away and his breathing had nearly stopped from fear.
The burning of the contract cause Sebastian to let go and step away.
"Do not challenge me," he snarled, his wings twitching in agitation. Ciel was frozen in time, only the movements of his panicked breathing showed he was still alive.
Sebastian sighed and changed back into butler form. He picked Ciel up and brought him back inside his home.
"That is why you are too weak. If you cannot handle my true form, you cannot handle the creatures out there," Sebastian explained mildly, setting Ciel on a couch. Ciel was still shaking as he was set down, clearly in shock.
Sebastian frowned. Obviously he'd gone a bit too far. He pressed his fingers to his forehead for a moment. He materialized a cold cloth and placed it on Ciel's forehead. If that didn't work he would need to get a soul or two to get his Young Master back to normal. Ciel finally blinked his burning eyes but did not look at his butler.
"My apologies, Young Master. I did not mean to take things as far as they did," Sebastian said quietly. His contract was still burning, what a nuisance. Ciel avoided eye contact. "It is fine... Sebastian..."
Sebastian blinked down at his master.
"Can I get you anything, Young Master?" He asked.
Ciel shook his head quickly. "Just leave me be for a while...please." Sebastian bowed.
"Yes, My Lord," he said. Sebastian left the room and, after thinking about it, the house. He honestly needed a break. Sebastian rubbed his temples and made his way towards the city.
Sebastian came to a stop outside the city. He really wasn't a fan of it. It was dirty, crowded, and filled with rather lowly, annoying demons. Sebastian supposed he shouldn't have left Ciel alone completely. He turned and began the long trek back through the barren wastelands.
Out of the blue he heard the familiar roar of a chainsaw come down on him. Sebastian flipped out of the way, just barely. Sebastian was very surprised to see Grell in Hell. But it didn't matter much if a fight was what Grell was looked for. Sebastian flung forks at the reaper. Grell jumped out of the way. "Whoa, whoa, dear Bassy! I'm not here to fight you, darling!"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Then attacking me with your chainsaw is your way of saying hello?" Sebastian asked. Honestly, that wouldn't surprise him. "What are you even doing here? How did you get here in the first place?" he demanded.
Grell's chainsaw stopped running and he stuck it into the ground, leaning over it, his ass making an appearance from below his ill-gotten red coat. "The adorable girl at the gate let me in after I talked so fervently about you~, my darling." Grell winked. Sebastian frowned. He would have to talk to LeeAna about that later.
"So what are you doing here, Grell?" Sebastian sighed. He was tired and fighting was too much trouble right now.
"You need help, right?" Grell tapped the toe of his boot on the stony ground, smiling like the mischievous cat he was.
"Help? What are you talking about?" Sebastian replied, frowning even more. Grell wiggled his hips slightly. "Word in the coffin~ is that your little brat is now a demon."
Undertaker. How did he find out what happened. No matter.
"Yes. That is true," Sebastian said, wondering where this was going. "And you think you can help? What makes you think I even require help?" Winding Grell up was always amusing.
Grell pouted. "Oh, Bassy, you wound me! While your contract still holds you to that blasted kid, you can't break it and have your way with his soul, am I wrong?" Grell wiggles his eyebrows.
Sebastian placed his fingers at his forehead and sighed.
"No, you are not wrong," Sebastian replied. "How do you think you can help? You cannot kill him. I would have to stop you." Actually, Sebastian was surprised Grell wanted to help him. "Why do you want to help anyway?"
Grell leaned against his chainsaw seductively, his hand at his hip. "Because that little brat of yours is interfering with MY need for your attention, of course!" Sebastian should have expected that. He smirked. If Grell could indeed help, he might as well have some fun.
"Oh? Is that so?" Sebastian purred. He stepped up close to the reaper and smiled charmingly. "How do you propose to help me then?" Grell blushed to match his hair as he moved closer to the demon. "Rip up the contract, of course."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"You mean my hand?" he asked, his face becoming serious. He grabbed Grell by the shoulders. "Are you sure?" he demanded, giving Grell a little shake, "Something as simple as that? How positive are you about that?"
Grell slid the tip of his tongue over his sharp teeth grinning. "Dear old Undertaker told me himself." Sebastian couldn't help himself. He grinned.
"Then get on with it!" Sebastian commanded, holding out his arm. It would grow back. But if he could kill that brat before it did…his grin widened further and became almost creepy. Grell looked at him a tad nervously. "Are you alright, Bassy?"
Sebastian growled.
"You said you wanted to help," Sebastian's voice grew frighteningly low, "Or were you lying to me?" Grell put his hands up. "No, no, of course not, darling. I've just never seen you quite so terrifying before. Hehe." Grell starts his chainsaw once again and holds it near Sebastian's arm. Sebastian thrust out his arm, his eyes flashing magenta.
"Do it," he ordered. Oh freedom was so close he could almost taste it. Grell nodded and slashed his Death Scythe clean through Sebastian's arm.
Sebastian snarled at the pain, but once he noticed his arm was off it didn't matter.
"YES!" Sebastian roared. He transformed into his true form. He laughed rather manically, turned, and ran at top speed towards his home. Grell blinked twice then set his jaw pouting. "No need to thank me! I only freed you! Sheesh, men." Grell raced after his beloved demon.
Sebastian burst through the door of his home and into the living room. Finally. He could get back at the brat. Sebastian picked Ciel up and lifted him to his face.
"Any last words, My Lord?" Sebastian hissed. Ciel struggled. "S-Sebastian! What do you think you are doing?!"
Sebastian chuckled.
"Getting back my freedom," Sebastian growled.
Ciel's eyes turned magenta as he tried to free himself. Sebastian was done gloating. He dug his claws into Ciel's neck until blood poured out profusely. Slowly, and with sadistic pleasure, Sebastian tore out Ciel's throat. And, with quick movements, he ripped out his heart for good measure. With glee, Sebastian tossed Ciel's body to the ground.
"My, my, Bassy! You are simply ruthless!" Grell stood leaning in the doorway, one arm against the doorframe and the other twisting his luscious red hair around his finger. Sebastian turned to look at Grell. He calmed himself, as the bloodlust he felt almost made him attack Grell. Sebastian wasn't that sort of crazed demon and Grell did help. Sebastian turned back into his butler form.
"I must thank you, Grell. Without your assistance, I would still be tied to that brat," Sebastian said. He glanced down at himself, and saw he was coated in blood. How annoying. He cleaned himself with a thought and approached Grell.
"How shall I repay you?" Sebastian asked with a smirk. Grell blushed deeply, his Cheshire grin making an appearance once more.
"Oh I don't know, Bassy, what would seem appropriate payment for giving you back your life? Hmm~?" He leaned closer, his finger twisting his hair frantically. Sebastian chuckled. He supposed he could be a little nice, considering what Grell had done for him.
"I think I have the perfect payment," he said, his voice like silk. Sebastian took hold of Grell's chin between his fingers and pressed his lips to the reaper's.
Grell's eyes widened as his heart skipped a few beats. Was this really happening? Was his dear Bassy...kissing him?! Grell melted into the soft kiss. Sebastian had to admit, Grell's lips were quite soft. He pulled back and gave his signature smirk, hoping to distract himself from such thoughts.
"Was that adequate payment, Grell?" Sebastian asked. Grell's eyelids fluttered open, his golden-green eyes glazed over. "Uh-huh..."
Sebastian chuckled softly.
"Good," he said. It was unfortunate he hadn't gotten to eat Ciel's soul. That was the only thing spoiling his mood.
"I should get going. I haven't eaten in some time," Sebastian told Grell.
"What-what do you mean, Bassy? You have the brat's soul to devour." Grell's balance faltered as he grabbed the doorframe to keep on his feet, still in bliss from such a kiss. Sebastian shook his head.
"Ciel was turned into a demon. His soul is gone," Sebastian explained. Surely Grell knew that; demons didn't have souls. Grell sauntered in front of Sebastian. "I know something about souls that you don't?" Grell feigned an exaggerated gasp. Sebastian's eye twitched in annoyance.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. Grell giggled. "The brat's soul still exists, darling!"
Sebastian frowned.
"How? He was turned into a demon!" Sebastian snapped.
"He was not born a demon so, he had a week to change back before his soul was gone forever. And, oh look at that," Grell looks at his imaginary watch. "He's 5 days early." Grell grinned. Sebastian stormed up to Grell and gripped his arms.
"Then where is it? It's not here!" Sebastian demanded. If the soul he worked on so carefully did still exist, he was going to get it. He did not want to play around. Grell slipped Sebastian's hands off himself with a blush, "It's in a special room at the Reaper Library, darling."
Sebastian sighed. Of course. Things just couldn't be easy.
"Would you be willing to take me there, Grell?" he asked, calming himself and returning to his polite demeanor. Grell clapped his hands together, eyes sparkling, "Of course I would, my dear!"
Sebastian almost kissed him again just for that. He held back, though.
"I would very much appreciate it. Thank you. However, I would like to wait until my arm grows back, which should be tomorrow at the latest. You may stay here if you wish," Sebastian offered with a genuine smile.
Grell about exploded. "OH my, Bassy, how scandalous!" He wiggled his hips as he hugged himself. Sebastian lost the smile quickly. He just held back from face-palming.
"You are to behave yourself while here," Sebastian said. Being the gentleman he was he added, "You may stay in my room. I do not need to sleep so the couch here will work for resting." He needed to get rid of Ciel's body first, though. Maybe he could toss it out front and hope some Hell creature would eat it.
Grell pouted. "How unfair! You kiss me, get me all hot and bothered, and then get all noble. Hmph." Grell turned away, pouting. Sebastian smirked.
"But if I were to take advantage of a lady, what kind of butler would I be?" Sebastian asked, leaning down to let his breath ghost over Grell's neck. Grell whimpered slightly, trying to stay pouting. Sebastian held out his remaining arm.
"Shall I show you to the room? Or would you like something to eat or drink first?" Sebastian said, smiling with all his demonic charm. Grell swallowed hard and allowed himself to be lead. Then he stopped in his tracks. "Did... you just call me...a lady?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Are you not?" he asked in mock seriousness. He opened the door to his room and led Grell inside. Grell rubbed his arm nervously. "No one but Undertaker has ever referred to me as a lady..." Grell walked inside, his mind still confused. Sebastian leaned down a bit and pecked Grell's cheek - for amusement purposes.
"If you require anything let me know. I must clean up downstairs though," Sebastian said, and headed out. Grell blushed and watched Sebastian leave. He touched his cheek and sighed, falling back onto the bed in pure bliss.
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