A/N: Today is the Day of Silence- a day to promote Gay/Lesbian awareness. The goal is to be silent for an entire day, to show what it is like to have to keep quiet about ones sexuality in fear of being teased or harassed. I am not a lesbian, I'm pretty much straight as an arrow- but I have GREAT respect for those who are. I have a lot of friends who are gay, and I love them dearly. Being discriminated against because of who you love is ridiculous, and the prejudice needs to stop. In honor of this day, I write this short one-shot to add to my collection.
OOC Ciel- because he is always when I write him because I SUCK. ALSO THIS IS JUST A BIG FLUFFY THING OF FLUFF WRAPPED UP IN A CORNBALL.
Rated: It should be M, due to A LOT of controversial content on homosexuality. But by damn, if you're reading this and you don't like yaoi….what the fuck?
His Master; Silent
Marriage; the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by the law. It is simple enough to understand. Even my own fiancé understands such a ritual; she is not the brightest child to be raised.
Despite that, I, myself, cannot comprehend the definition. The longer I stare at it, the more it seems to blow past my head. The longer I try to comprehend it, the more frustrated I get.
Why is it, that my (bless her heart) dull fiancé can understand something so easily, while I, the brilliant Earl Phantomhive, cannot?
…Of the opposite sex…
Was that the cause of my confusion?
"Young Master, is there something the matter?" Immediately, I slammed the dictionary shut, pushing the dense tome away. Sebastian raised his eyebrow in inquiry.
"A word you do not understand, sir? It is unlike you to take the liberty of looking it up, as opposed to asking me yourself," I simply shrugged. The servant did not question further, simply placing a teacup before me, pouring the steaming liquid from the matching pot.
"If you are unsure about something, sir, you need not hold back to ask," I scowled.
"I have nothing to be unsure about," I replied.
"Oh?" said Sebastian, "Nothing to be unsure about, yet it bothers you so?" The butler slipped a napkin over my lap, his hands lingering longer than the hands of an ordinary servant would. Naturally, Sebastian was no ordinary servant, to me especially. The butler trailed his hand up from my lap to cup my cheek. I did not react, nor did I reject the intimate gesture.
"You've taken the vow of silence, now have you?" I shrugged again. Sebastian sighed. "I am in no position to force you to speak, do as you please," He stroked my cheek with his index finger before withdrawing his gloved hand to his side. Placing that same sinful hand over his chest, the servant bowed and proceeded to tidying shelves on the opposite side of the study.
I observed the butler's moves silently, watching how his tailcoat swayed gently with each of his movements. I took note of how nicely his uniform accentuated his physique, strong yet grac-
I stopped myself midthought. Palming my forehead, I bit my lip. Oh, who was I trying to kid? The butler enamored me. Now, this would not be a problem if the butler was….well, if he was a maid as opposed to a butler.
It was not right for another man-or boy- to love another man; why even the dictionary said so. Marriage was to be between a man and a woman. I reopened the dictionary to stare blankly at the definition once more. I had read the printed words so many times, as if I were expecting them to change.
I knew they never would- a man loving a man? Why, wasn't that just death to the human race right there?
"Young master, you are such a silly little boy, now aren't you?" I jumped; my sinfully perfect butler smirking downward. He had somehow seized the dictionary, staring amused at the well-read definition.
"This is what has been bothering you?" I frowned and looked away.
"Tsk, tsk, master. I never knew you to be so naïve," Sebastian closed the book gently, laying it upon the desk noiselessly. He kneeled down to be within my line of sight.
"Yes, master. Marriage is defined as solely between a man and woman- there is nothing we can do to change such a law," I felt a sense of discomfort begin to stir within my stomach.
"Then I can't love you," I said flatly. Sebastian merely looked at me with what one would call sadness. If demons could feel such an emotion.
"Young master, have you ever looked up the definition of 'love' in that dictionary of yours?" I shook my head. Sebastian smirked. Flipping open the tome once more, he located a page and handed it to me, pointing to a specific entry.
"Please read it, sir," I did so.
Love; to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone. I looked up at the butler.
"Does the definition specify who one is allowed to love?" Slowly, I shook my head. I could feel a slight smile tugging on the corners of my lips.
"Now you understand? While the law does not permit us to marry, no law forbids us to love," I looked up at the- no, my- butler. He, like I, was smiling. As he pressed his lips to mine, I realized. Marriage was for fools; after all, our contractual relationship was much stronger than any priest could bestow.
AN; This came out A LOT cornier than I would have ever wished. But, I feel this truly delivers the message I wanted to get across.
I'll be publishing this as a separate one-shot from my Ficlette collection, simply because it deserves it. But I'll put it in the ficlette collection as well.