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Chapter 2

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Ciel took in pained breathes, as Sebastian tried to figure out what was wrong, and the other servants crowding around him.

Ciel grabbed the front of Sebastian's coat, and grunted.

"What is wrong?" Sebastian tried to cover up the strange worry in his voice.

"C...c..." Ciel took a deep breath of air. "...C-c-can't b...b-breathe...h-hur...ts..."

Ciel suddenly and unexpectedly collapsed, his breathing fast, as if he were trying to suck up all sorts of winds. His cheeks were flushed, and his face contorted in pain, as the young earl of Phatomhive fell into his black-clad butler's arms.

"What can we do?" Mey-rin exclaimed, waving her hands around franticly. "He's just passed out!"

"Baldroy, I need you to go and fetch a cold bowl of water from the kitchen, and do hurry." Sebastian ordered.

"'Aye sir!" Baldroy ran off to do his job.

"Mey-rin, prepare sheets, and clothes for the young master, and also, find a doctor! And get him immediately!"

"Right!"

"Tanaka...keep being yourself!"

"Ho...ho...ho..."

"Wat can I do, sir?" Finny asked.

"I need you to clear the way for me, and assist me as I tell you." Sebastian suggested.

Finny raised his hand to his head, and saluted.

Sebastian gently picked Ciel up, and Finny opened the door for him, and rushed after him.

Once inside Ciel's room, Sebastian removed Ciel's jacket, and boots, and lay him on the bed. It looked as if his asthma condition was worsening. They needed a doctor.

At the Noah's Ark Circus, Sebastian had reminded himself to look into asthma anesthetics. Of course, he didn't because of some reason, and now he had no idea what to do except for do what he would do if Ciel were just regularly sick.

"I'm back with tha water!" Baldroy ran into the room, holding the water bowl.

Sebastian took it, and dipped a towel in it, and lay it on Ciels' forehead, as he groaned in pain, even though he was unconscious.

Mey-rin had placed the sheets and extra clothes on Ciel's nightstand, and quickly summoned a doctor. Once he came, and inspected Ciel, and forced everyone out of the room.

Sebastian refused to leave, so the doctor sighed and allowed him to stay, but everyone else was forced to leave.

There was tension in the air, as they waited...and waited, staring at the empty doorway to the main hall, waiting for Sebastian and the Doctor to come down and assure them that Ciel, their master, was fine.

All of them knew it wasn't just the common flu, or cold. It was obviously something more.

"I do hope dat the young master is akay..." Mey-rin murmured.

Baldroy and Finny nodded in silent agreement.

They sat there in silence for another thirty minutes, before they heard light footsteps, and heavy footsteps, and they looked up to the hall to see Sebastian exchanging words with the doctor.

"I want you to give me a call straight away if his condition gets worse. Understood? I understand it isn't my place to give orders, but I support the Fantum business fully, and it would be a shame if the Head of Phatomhive were to die."

Die?

Sebastian nodded. "Will do."

"How's young master!?" The three servants wondered, racing into the room.

"It would seem it's an asthma attack, a very bad one. But it seemed also it was a different kind of sickness that I am not familiar too."

"Could it be possible that Young Master is in fact having an asthma attack, but something triggered it and made it worse?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, that could possibly be the case."

Soon, the Doctor left, and gave instructions for Sebastian to take special care of him.

Meanwhile, Ciel was curled up in a ball, breathing deeply in and out, feeling slight panic in his chest at having to take such deep breaths. Eventually, the young earl fell asleep.

He woke up the next day, in mid afternoon. He felt as if the world was spinning, as he lay still on his bed, indulging the warmth and comfort of his blankets.

Hazy. That was all that Ciel could rememeber from the previous day, perhaps his memories of the earlier day would return to him.

"Young master," sighed a gentle voice. "what shall I do with you?"

Ciel blinked, not comprehending who exactly said that until he saw his demon-butler standing by his bed, one hand behind his back, and the other at his side.

"Seb...astian?" Ciel stammered.

"Yes, my lord."

Ciel swallowed hard, finding it difficult to take an easy breath. Slowly, Ciel pulled himself up.

"Now, I do not believe it is such a good idea for you to be getting up so soon." Sebastian declared.

"And...why not?" Ciel coughed.

"Do listen to yourself, my lord." Sebastian advised.

Ciel did, in fact, take a moment to exaiman his breathing patterns. "What...is wrong...?"

"It is suggested that you had an asthma attack."

"An asthma attack..."

"Indeed."

"What...caused it?" Queryed Ciel.

"That fact remains unknown," Sebastian sighed sadly. "but we will soon find out the cause, and put an end to it of course."

Ciel nodded, not finding the breath to speak much longer.

After a few hours, Ciel decided to venture out of his quarters, and journy downstairs, with Sebastian at his side.

"Oh! Dear me! Dear me!" Came a loud, obnoxious voice. "Oh young master! We were so worried!"

"Ah..." Ciel took a moment to cough. "Mey-Rin."

Mey-Rin smiled ear-to-ear hearing her name from the young master. Finny and Baldroy scurried up behind Mey-Rin, both of them smiling.

"Do...not give me those...faces. They are completly...vexing..."

"Oh my lord! But they're so hard not ta make! We're al' so excited!" Finny exclaimed.

Ciel sighed irritatibly. "I see..."

Ciel blinked hard for a moment, the world turning around him.

"My lord, are you feeling all right?" Sebastian inquired.

"Quite...fine." Replied Ciel.

"Very well then, I believe we should inform Mistress Elizabeth about your current state." Sebastian decided.

"Oh...please no." Ciel groaned just thinking about his hyper cousin.

"Oh? Do you have reasons why she mustn't come?"

"Too many...to list." Ciel finished.

Sebastian gave up that idea, eventually, and prepared food for Ciel. While the earl of Phantomhive was slowly chowing on his food, Sebastian kept a close eye on him, the other three servants staying in the big dinning room as well.

Meanwhile, Ciel savored his food, not exactly having the appitite for it. It was completly irksome that he was being fussed over, despite being worried about every day, 24-7, this was a different kind of worry, and it gave Ciel apprehension as well.

He absolutly dreaded being sick, despised his astma and allergy to cats, seeing as how both made him increasingly ill. Being infirmed was most certianly ailing, no one could possibly enjoy it, having the perception of the terrible feeling.

Ciel knew that he was having asthma problems and sick at the same time, he knew something was distantly off about his current state of physical being, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly.

Suddenly, a goring image appeared in his mind. It was blood, and a knife raised above him, as a man in a mask was about to stab it in, Ceil returned to reality, letting out a slight gasp.

A frown appeared on Sebastian's face as he watched his young master.

Another image appeared in front of Ciel...the fire, his mansion burning. The disorented bodies of his parents and dog. This time, Ciel let out a marginally bigger gasp, and dropped his fork.

This only deepened Sebastian's scowl, as he approched his young master.

"Young master?"

Ciel didn't hear him though. He didn't hear anything except silence and a ringing in his ears. That changed when he heard the screams of...himself. He felt the pain of being humiliated, and abused. Tortured. He remembered the hating thoughts running through his mind, the pained feeling, the things he encountered.

He remembered all the "supernatural" things he lived through, and the times when he felt like all hope was lost.

Blood. He remembered blood.

The sickning aura of copper smelling blood engulfed his smelling senses, and the metallic taste filled his mouth. Ciel felt burning pain behind his eyepatch, he felt as if his eye was being gouged out.

The pain only increased. He felt stabbing pain in his gut, and his ears heard loud drumming.

"Young master!"

All the noises, all the pain, stopped. Right that instant.

Ciel blinked twice, and downed his brows at the worried face of his butler. Could demons look that worried?

"Are you well?"

"I'm...fine."

Fine. Ciel could sprout that lie for milinia, but it would never be true.

He knew something, he was definantly, not fine.

I am soo sorry for not updating sooner! D:

I've been busy...

I know it's short, but I'm glad I updated! :D
I will do my best to update again soon, but I don't know when it will be, seeing as how Christmas is coming up soon, and I need to finish with my moving stuff dammit! xD

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