my computer time is going to get really limited so updates to any story my be a while. sorry but i will try to get them out as fas as i can.
Chapter 2:
Sebastian's P.O.V.
I stared at my now previous master, watching him tremble under the gaze of the little kid before him. How I got stuck under someone so cowardly, so weak, was beyond comprehension. Hell, even the twerp before him is braver, and he is what all of twelve? What an idiot. He looked back at the kid, the man before him was not worth the time anymore. Ciel stood, staring at the man a look of contempt that matched how I felt.
He opened the deceptively soft lips and spoke, his uncaring voice filling the room. "I had told you I don't gamble. If I gamble then there is almost no chance of me losing."
"B-b-but you are s-s-still g-going to keep you end of the d-deal right? The information you have will not be sent to the police, or to the queen?" the man stuttered out.
"Of course not!" the boy rolled his eyes "Like I would take up any of Her Majesty's time with the likes of you." He turned towards me, eyes flashing with distrust and curiosity. "You are mine now?" I nod my head in the affirmative. "You are not lying are you?" I shake my head. "What is your name?" I remain silent, wanting to see how my little 'master' would react. He stood there, not moving, not blinking, and barely breathing for a few minutes before the scowl on his face deepened. "I order you, speak and tell me you name!"
I sigh for the fourth or fifth time that day (a new record.) and look him in his mismatched eyes; he stared back at mine unflinching. "What name would you like me to give you? My birth name? I was not 'born' so that is not an option. The name my previous master gave me? Well, this one" I jerked my head to the scared man, still quaking in his boots "didn't name me. A name I have been called in the past? I have been addressed by so many names it is almost difficult to remember. So pray tell, how am I to answer such an ambiguous question?"
One dark brow rose as the child before me turned to fully face me, apparently having deemed the fearful man nonthreatening. The response I received, quicker than I had expected, shocked me a little bit. He opened his pretty little mouth and said "The one you like best." As though he were explain something as simple as natural as breathing. Just that one statement had my mine spinning off into a hundred different tangents. What was my opinion on my names? Why did it matter which one I liked best? Was it to lure me into a false since of security? What was little Ciel's angle? What did he want? Who was he, really? Was this all, all of it set up by the (presumably) dead guy and his brother in another attempt to break him? Or was Ciel worse than both of them, as he had already spilt blood and not cared. In just seconds hundreds of thoughts like this passed through my head, but only one word passed through my lips. "Sebastian."
More curiosity showed in the eyes of the boy, "Why that one?" an easily answered question.
"The person who gave it to me died an hour later, having not given me any order except for not to move from the spot I was in unless told to. It is the only name I hold now with no bad connection." I watched after this, as a silence entered the room and the boy was (I suppose) thinking. The man, my previous 'master' started towards the boy, having talked himself into action finally. However, he did not even manage to make it three passes towards him and the little arm was jerked up and he was looking at the barrel of a gun that was waiting to let free the metal monster to kill the man. The boy still didn't remove his eyes from mine. All movement ceased, not even the air moved. It hung heavily with the man's fear and anger.
"Y-you said you would not kill me. Not if y-you got h-h-him. You g-gave your word."
"That is void if you try to attack me first. You should know this, I dislike liars and I dislike cheats. Attacking after our agreement would count as both to me. If that happens, I will kill you and your body will never be found. If I have to cut you up myself and feed you to the pigs myself, so I swear it." the man nodded jerkily, stepping back. As soon as he was back to his original spot, the boy lowered the gun to rest at his side again. "Free yourself." This command was for me.
I wait a second to see if the little 'earl' in front of me would hand over the key he held in his delicate hand, but he did not. All he did was tilt his head a few degrees to the left, as if asking what the hell was taking me so long to do as he said. I drew a breath and a wave of power passes through the air towards me, lightening the air in the room as it passed. The shackles that bound my wrists and ankles dropped open, as if each had a key turning in it at the same moment. A sigh escaped me as I was released; stepping away from the wall I had been stuck to for ten years. Another wave of power, less discernible from the last as my body became re-accustomed to its power, swept by. Without a sound close appeared on my form. White gloves covered long fingers, shirt vest tie and coat were layered over my chest and slacks hugged my hips. I savored the feeling of being clothed again before looking at my new master for his next command.
As I waited, my mind began to wander again. Thinking of how despicable the 'earl' was to be this young and able to kill, blackmail, and threaten a man like the lowlife who, humorously enough was standing in the corner there begging to himself that he not die.
"Sebastian," my head turned back to the earl " as the queens spy it is my right to judge and punish those who reside here. On her majesty's request I find the residents to be guilty. Kill all in this house who reside here of their own free will."
A grin split my face as I bowed. "yes master." Maybe Master Ciel is not as bad as I had thought. And I proceeded to destroy the people whom I had detested these ten years of captivity.
El fin! For the chapter at least
Warning: the next chapter will hold a time skip to when Ciel is 17. It may get confusing but it will be good, hopefully…
