Kuroshitsuji

His Butler, His Lover

Part 6

His hands were at his back tied with a rough rope. A trace of lightly red was seen around the hand that's been restrained, extremely tight that it could almost break his small pallid hands.

The room that he had been imprisoned was gloomily dark, lit only with candles from the silver candelabra hanged on the center's wall–though it only contributed a little. The isolated room was huge and wide, hundreds of people could occupy that space. But it was EMPTY. No furniture, no chandeliers, tables and chairs, even monochrome pictures and paintings, but only the silver candelabra and the chimney beneath. It was desolated. Full of grim and mystery.

Ciel was lying on the floor, helpless. And though the room was being enveloped in great darkness, he was actually blindfolded. His suit was filthy, and his face almost couldn't be recognized due to dust that glued on him. And his hands were now swollen, it hurts. He was now captured, a weaponless creature… and for a known Earl like him, for now he was just powerless—an ordinary 12-year-old boy.

A prisoner.

Earl Andrews's was on the floor, resting his back against the wall, and his legs were crossed with each other. He was sipping a tea and a saucer was on his left hand, facing Ciel some distance away. He was calm and acted as if nothing was to worry. Kidnapping Ciel Phantomhive was the worst crime in England, and so to say, Andrews was too proud and victorious that he was the one who did such a crime.

It was his greatest victory.

Ciel made a continuous sigh. Although he was blindfolded, he knew very well that Andrews was there at his front. And it's almost an hour staying in this room yet even a single word Andrews never spoke. Ciel who was totally pissed for the total silence, and for waiting for Sebastian's arrival, suddenly asked in his cold tone, "Why won't you kill me now? You're wasting your chance, do you know?"

He drained the last of his tea and placed it on the saucer afterwards, Andrews then answered. "Eh? Who said that I'll kill you? I would never do that. Since you are my precious captive, I will treat you indifferently among the other earls, Sir Ciel Phantomhive."

Ciel gritted his white teeth. And now he could hear tapping of foot going towards his direction. He could sense that Andrews's standing right in front of him. The captor then untied the blindfold and said slavishly, "I won't kill you. That would be too early. I'll prefer to see you suffering and groaning in pain each day, until you would beg me to stop."

Ciel's blue eyes shrink in fury, "To beg is not my line. That word doesn't exist in my mind–you IDIOT."

Andrews laughed evilly and his laugh was echoing inside the dark room. He laughed as if he was crazy.

He's totally an idiot…Ciel uttered within.

Laughingly, he inserted his hand on his pocket and Ciel saw a handy knife in him afterwards. He kneeled down and pointed the knife to Ciel's neck, showing him that he had the power over him. But he was pissed when he didn't gain a reaction of fear nor lightly startled from Ciel.

"I'll give you the pain for the rest of your life, Sir Ciel." In a glimpse, the knife slightly pierced through Ciel's neck and blood came out. It almost made Ciel groan in pain.

His blue eyes gave a sinister glare at Andrews and said, "Bleeding me like this means you are prepared to face death, aren't you Earl Andrews?"

The earl stood up, "Death? You are my prisoner yet you have the guts to frighten me? You're the stupid one here!" he kicked Ciel hard.

The door suddenly 'clicked' and it opened slowly, so there stood a black silhouette with red eyes of a demon.

"I am here to collect my lost master, Ciel Phantomhive. Is he he–"Sebastian didn't manage to finish because a handy knife was then suddenly thrown to him. But he'd caught it in his hand.

"Who the hell are you? How did you find this place?" Andrews shouted as he glared at Sebastian who was standing on the door.

"You're late Sebastian." Ciel stated, ignoring the crazy earl. A trace of blood was around his neck, both hands were swollen and his suit was extremely filthy. Upon seeing his young master in such an unimaginable situation, Sebastian felt a full range of anger.

"Shut up you brat!" the earl kicked Ciel again. And when he tempted to kick him for another turn, he felt his knees were being twisted, he wasn't able to kick Ciel. Andrews shouted in pain when his legs were being squeezed hardly, and when he sighted the door he couldn't spot the butler anymore. What the, ow, ow, ow ,ow! He uttered to himself while massaging his legs.

"You dared to hurt My Lord. I won't forgive you for that." Sebastian in a sudden was standing in front of Andrews. His red eyes were glowing madly, and in a quick sway of his hand, Andrews was blown hardly towards the door. A loud bang was heard.

Slowly, he kneeled to face Ciel.

"My Lord forgave me, you were hurt, and I wasn't able to protect you." He said as he was now untying Ciel from the rope.

"Are you a dummy Sebastian? What do you think you're doing now? You're just late…as you always do." Ciel grabbed Sebastian's hand and help him to stand. The butler pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it gently around Ciel's bleeding neck. Afterwards, he lifted Ciel and carried him on his arms –like a princess.

"I can walk Sebastian…Put me down." Ciel embarrassingly said. But seemed Sebastian wasn't hearing anything. They headed towards the exit.

Just a few steps more to reach the door, and as he opened the knob he then stopped, "Sobby…"

Sobby was standing still outside the door and seemed he was blocking the way. Earl Andrews was on his back and a pained expression on his face.

"Nah…I told you not to cause any more trouble, didn't I Sebby? But you smashed my master on this damn door." Sobby said. Then he added almost a whisper so that Andrews at his back wouldn't hear, "He saw me. I was standing outside the door yah know."

"What are you waiting? Kill that butler now, Sobby!" Andrews commanded, though, he was still suffering from the pain on his legs.

"My master wants it, Sobby must grant it." He said while flapping his hands. His black eyes immediately turned to crimson red. He added glancing at Andrews for once, "I just thought My Lord…that you don't need any of my help…nah."

Andrews glared at him, "I'm your master, do what I say!"

My…a pair of idiots… Sebastian uttered to himself.

Ciel was in a total confusion. What's going on? And that man named Sobby –he was the man he had bumped the other day, right? What was he doing here? His black eyes turned to red, he's a demon?

With that thought, Sebastian then laid him down.

"Back off My Lord. You mustn't concern yourself with these two, anymore." His butler said.

"I'm not done yet Sebastian. I still need to talk with that Andrews. And what's with that man?" Ciel said while heading his sight towards Sobby, who, then wore a big smile on his face.

"As you can see, he's a demon. But I told you, you mustn't talk with them, those two are idiots. Especially that Andrews. You wouldn't be able to bear his stupidity, My Lord. So please find a safer place. I'll deal with these two." Sebastian explained, fixing the white gloves on his hands.

Ciel gave him a madly glare, still not convinced, so Sebastian added, "Their stupidity are contagious My Lord. You might be infected."

"Geez.., do what you want Sebastian." Ciel ordered and turned to walk away, back to where he was being tied awhile ago.

"Yes, My Lord." His butler grinned menacingly. He turned his glare at Sobby at his front and Andrews at his back. He then gave Andrews a deadly evil glare. Coward…he uttered.

"K–kill that man Sobby!" Andrews pushed him forward to Sebastian, and he was certainly, obviously afraid of Sebastian.

Sobby corrected. "He's not a man, he's a demon." He uttered.

Momentarily, Sobby pulled a single strand of his white hair, the strand mysteriously transformed into a sharp sword. A dark aura overflows around it, he swish and sway it on the air and a great wind is tracing its path as he did so. Andrews himself almost been blown away.

"You know I don't want this Sebastian, nah, but I am bind with a contract. Just be sure you won't be hit!" he winked at Sebby.

Sebastian didn't posses any weapons, he only uses his bare hands, his speed and his demonic powers. Sobby does, he uses his strands of hair and he could mold it and change into various kinds of weapons. The sword he uses now is one of them.

Facing now Sebastian, positioning his sharp-pointed sword, Sobby then said, "How far would you go just to protect that boy, Sebastian? I really wonder."

"Simple. If My Lord doesn't want me to die, then I won't die, Sobby." He answered. He was just standing still while waiting for the signs when to attack the opponent.

"Ahsuchloyalty." Sobby commented, almost laughing.

"I'll ask you the same question then, Sobby. Hmn?" Sebastian grinned.

"Same answer of course! The contract–you see?" he paused for awhile holding the sword tightly.

He continued, "The only difference is that, we don't share a DEEP BOND as master and slave unlike you and that boy does, Sebastian!" his crimson eyes were now glowing mad, and seemed like if you're going to stare at him, as if you were in the depths of hell.

But the glowing flames on his eyes, it was nothing compared to Sebastian's.

And so, the two demons almost identical fiery-red eyes were now glaring with each other, glowing wildly inside of that isolated room. As both of them managed to blink their demonic eyes, the battle would now….BEGIN.