Reincarnation
Chapter 17:
Sebastian stared down at the teenage boy that he held in his arms, observing for signs of life. The boy's body had been still since he had made the contract. Using his teeth he pulled off his glove and felt the boy's neck for a pulse, noting as he did, the cold temperature of the ghostly pale skin.
He wondered which Ciel Phantomhive would be present when the boy's body came to life again. His precious young master?
After spotting the contract symbol on the descendant's right eye, he had formulated the hypothesis that the original Ciel's soul was somehow attached to the descendant- this suspicion had been confirmed when he had spied on Ciel getting dressed for school that morning, through means of double reflection, he had spotted the Phantomhive ring on a silver chain around the boy's neck.
To be doubly sure of his theory Sebastian had made specific comments and observed the boy's reactions. Ciel Phantomhive the second was a polite and reserved boy whereas Ciel Phantomhive the first had always been demanding and less polite so he had known when his young master's soul had been dominant due to the scowling and the annoyed replies.
His ears pricked up at the sound of a pair of shoes tapping against the laminate floor of the school hall. William T. Spears in his customary black suit and polished shoes was walking towards him.
"You're mine now, demon," he said in a slight smug voice. "When he wakes up, he will transfer the power to order you, over to me. Then we will take him to our realm. Don't worry about his health, we will keep him alive or at least his soul."
Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "So that was what you wanted all along, the power to make me do your bidding? For this you illegally reincarnated souls and genetically engineered a child with the appearance of Ciel Phantomhive?"
Will stopped right in front of him. "Yes. The Grim Reapers and Demons are at the brink of war and we need you on our side. You are... unique as a demon, you will do anything for only one soul. It would be useful if you converted others into your way of thinking."
The key to the Grim Reaper's motive had been there all along. When Sebastian had visited Weston College for the first time, Will had stated that there was a shortage of souls for Grim Reapers which suggested that they were being stolen by something else that needed souls to survive.
"How did you convince Ciel Phantomhive the second into giving away his soul for this?" Sebastian asked and tightened his grip on his young master. The thought of him being taken away by the reapers was not pleasant for him.
Will pushed his glasses up his nose. "I threatened to murder his parents and his only friend. That was the only reason we reincarnated Trancy and made sure that he met the boy, he was just a useful bargaining tool. As I thought that the boy might welcome the idea of his parents dying, I made sure to make a threat on Trancy's life. But, enough of that, we have got what we need now. Once the boy wakes up and issues the order for you to be under my control, we can leave here."
"Good job on killing that science teacher," Ronald Knox interrupted the deadly silence that had been permeating the atmosphere in the school hall by striding in with his death scythe. "You sped up events again and made our job easier. Did you ever think of killing him, Will?"
Will looked insulted. "Of course, why do you think I didn't fire him after that fiasco last year? If the demon hadn't done it, I would have killed him myself in order to spur Phantomhive into making the contract."
Sebastian kept quiet, allowing them to argue to stall for time. His young master needed to take control of his descendant's body and for that , time was needed.
Grell swanned into the hall carrying his death scythe, to join his co workers. "Sorry, I'm late. I was waiting for my nail varnish to dry."
Will responded by hitting him over the head with his own death scythe. "Could you please act professionally, just this once. It is an important moment that we have been waiting years for."
"You cannot celebrate until the job has been properly done and unfortunately for you, that is not the case," the voice of a 13 year old aristocrat echoed through the hall.
Sebastian looked down and saw the his young master had returned to the land of the conscious. Judging from the voice and the attitude it was the original Ciel Phantomhive, his beloved young master. His suspicion was confirmed when the boy slid out of his arms and hissed,
"I can stand up by myself."
Grell did not notice the difference as he was never very observant. "Why is that not the case, brat?"
"Because he is the original Ciel Phantomhive," Will answered in an emotionless voice and for once he actually looked genuinely unhappy rather than just annoyed. "I should have known..."
His colleagues whirled round on him. They always followed his orders as he was normally right about everything so when it came to a time that it actually mattered and he was wrong, they were not happy.
"What do you mean "I should have known"?" Grell demanded, his voice rising dangerously high.
Will groaned. "The descendant knew who Undertaker was without me describing him..."
"What had happened to the contract that the second brat made?" Ronald asked.
Ciel cleared his throat and pointed at his eye which was glowing with Sebastian's pentagram. "Since my soul is in control here, my original contract is the one that stands. If my descendant regains control the new one might work, but I do not think that it will happen. The boy gave up."
"He gave up!?" Grell screeched, the events were finally beginning to sink in properly. "I spent the past 3 months teaching brats for nothing!"
"He had nothing left to live for. He was artificially created by the reapers to lure Sebastian in, that was his only use. There is nothing left for him- he will not attempt to regain control. Therefore my contract stands, you cannot have Sebastian- he is mine," Ciel cocked his head to the side before adding "To use a more modern term; you are all screwed."
Grell screamed and powered up his chainsaw death scythe. "I'm going to kill you this time, brat! You always get in my way!"
Angrily he slashed at Ciel who didn't have time to dodge. Sebastian grabbed him and pulled him out the way just before the death scythe loomed down on him.
Ronald raised his eyebrows. "You know, I think that Sutcliffe is right for once. He does get in the way," he powered up his death scythe and dashed towards the butler and his master.
Ciel narrowed his eyes. "This is an order Sebastian, kill them!"
Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my Lord."
As he said the line he threw himself and his young master to the ground as the lawnmower death scythe passed over where their heads had been.
Sebastian stared down at his much missed master that he had not been with for over 100 years who was squirming at Sebastian's weight on top of him. The butler kissed him fully on the lips, delicately at first, then becoming harsher. He was always stronger when he had direct contact with the soul that he was contracted to. In order to kill 3 Grim Reapers he needed all the strength he could obtain. In all his past conflicts with the reapers he had never beaten them, he had always ended up retreating.
As Sebastian's lips touched his Ciel flushed red and decided not to protest as the demon's lips were unexpectedly soft and it was quite enjoyable. He pouted when Sebastian finally ended the kiss and sprang up to block him from a swing from Grell's death scythe.
"Don't worry, young master, there will be plenty of time for kisses later," Sebastian said as he drew out a handful of knives from the pocket of his jacket. "I just need to get rid of some annoyances so we can get some peace."
Grell screeched. "First, you get kissed by Sebas-chan with enthusiasm and then he calls me an annoyance because of you, I hate you, brat!"
Sebastian ignored him as he was trying to fight off Ronald and protect Ciel at the same time. Sighing, he picked up Ciel and slung him under his arms to make it easier. The boy weighed so little it didn't take much of an effort. He would still be able to fight to the best of his abilities whilst carrying his master.
As Grell's chainsaw loomed down on them again, the demon sprung up and stepped on Grell's face, vindictively making sure to squash his nose in the process. The red haired reapers turned on Sebastian again.
"You stepped on my face!"
Using Grell's momentary lapse in judgement Sebastian stuck out the arm that was not occupied with holding his young master, and purloined the reaper's red rimmed glasses from his face, pulling the chain that held the glasses so that it choked the reaper. Then he crushed the glasses in his white gloved hand.
Grell's sight turned extremely blurred and he could only make out crude black shapes. So he swung his death scythe at a black shape to the right of him, failing to realise that it was not his intended target and his co-worker and perpetual crush, William T. Spears.
Will ducked the blow and grabbed hold of Grell's ear.
"It's me, you idiot," he said harshly before turning to the demon who was currently throwing tableware at Ronald Knox's death scythe in an attempt to jam the motor.
"Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, I have a proposition for both of you," he said loudly to catch their attention.
I survived the rats! (The first day was horrible, we had to break their legs so we could staple the rat to a wooden board, then as the week progressed they began to rot and did not smell very nice. I didn't faint as they didn't contain any blood which is what normally sets me off)
Thank you to everyone who gave me advice about coping with dissections.
I will update next week as I don't really have any time to spare in the week.