Woo, sorry for not updating in like forever but I have been kinda busy, and I'm not gonna bear you the details.
Something I thought was sad, was that just now, I got an idea and I had to look at the way I ended the last chapter because I forgot. I felt like an idiot.
If you haven't already noticed, I have begun fixing and tweaking the first few chapters to make them better. Go check them out!
For those who watch America's Got Talent: A relative of mine is a contestant on there, Prince Poppycock. He is my second cousin (my mother's cousin) and I would love it if he could win the competition! He is already this far and we are going to see the Finals live next week! Please vote for him! I love him very dearly!
Sebastian: Cookie doesn't own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.
Me: So, let's see how this goes, shall we?
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Mating Season
Ballerina
Ciel's POV
One week later
"Sleep tight, my lady"
Those were the last words I had heard before drifting off. I felt incredibly drowsy, rubbing my aching head.
"How long have I been asleep?" I wondered out loud.
Being cautious, I set my feet lightly on the velvet carpet. Almost instantly, intense nausea ripped through my body and I fell onto my hands and knees. My stomach tightened, tossing and turning, complaining about the lack of food. Finding it hard to breathe, I began choking, violently heaving nothing but air. I could feel the emptiness in my stomach, it was pleading for something, anything to fill it.
"Se…Sebastian!" I cried out in between the relentless gagging.
At last, as if waiting for an invitation, Sebastian came into the room. And he didn't rush, oh no, he casually walked over to me and just nonchalantly began rubbing my back, slowing the purging to a stop. I breathed heavily as I was able to breathe again. Sebastian gently picked me up and sat me down on the bed.
"Good morning, my lady." He smiled deviously.
I noticed this immediately, "You're hiding something. Out with it."
A shrug and grin came as a response, "I'm just glad the young mistress had a good rest."
"Sebastian, how long was I asleep?" I spoke eagerly. That was a question that needed an answer immediately.
"One week."
"One week?" I repeated angrily. The man stated it as if talking about the weather!
The butler brushed some imaginary dust off the bed curtains, "Yes. The change from a man to a woman takes a while to come to full completion. I kept you asleep for the past week to give the time it needed."
Oh yeah, now I remember. I mindlessly stroked my hair that draped over my shoulders, "So what am I supposed to do for clothes?"
"Nina Hopkins made more dresses for you to wear, formal and casual."
"Great." I muttered, this bastard has an answer for everything.
I averted my gaze to the window, it was gloomy outside. The rain was pelting the windows at a steady pace. A flash of lightening lit up the dark atmosphere for a moment followed by a rumble of thunder.
Sebastian cleared his throat, "Does the young mistress want something to eat? You haven't eaten in a week after all, being in the comatose state you were in."
I was seemingly entranced by the activities taking place in the window. I nodded and with a motion of my hand, excused him from the room.
Once the door clicked shut, I limped over to the window and sat on the window sill, gazing out at the stormy scene. A flash of lightning here, crash of thunder there, I look below and see the rain pooling on the stone sidewalk and drowning the garden area. Looking up, I saw the morbid clouds covering up every source of light, allowing themselves to weep over the Earth. Immaculate are the clouds who never hide their pain. A vibrant flash. A monstrous roar. A downpour like an emotional meltdown. They never hide what they're feeling. They aren't like me. Shamelessly shrouding the heavens at will.
Heavens? Like there is such a place. And if there is, I will gladly go to hell. I know more people down there anyway. Through the window's reflection, I saw Sebastian walk in with a tray in his hands, walking in my direction.
"Do you believe in God, Sebastian?"
The question made the demon stop in his tracks, "Whatever brought such a subject like this up?"
Eyes not leaving the dreary sight, I shrugged a little, "I would like to know."
Sighing, the butler set the tray down on the bed and went to my side, "Demons are not atheists, nor are they agnostics. They believe in God, because they fear him."
"Fear him?" I whispered in disbelief, finally breaking away from the storm to look up at Sebastian who was now gazing out the window as well.
"Yes. While it may be hard to imagine, demons fear Him, all people in Hell fear God. We know there is a god because Satan has seen him with his own eyes. We have what they call 'emotional faith'." He explained.
I scrunched my face in confusion, "Wouldn't that be 'demonic faith'?"
A shake of his head indicated I was wrong, "No, demonic faith is when you feel bad for not doing the right thing."
"Oh."
There was a silence that hung in the air for quite some time. The only sounds being made were the rain and the occasional boom of thunder.
Finally, I spoke up just to get rid of the quietness, "So, what did you bring me?"
"Something simple and quick but can satisfy your built-up hunger. I made apple cinnamon scones." He retrieved the tray and glided back over to me.
Sebastian's POV
I lowered the tray to Ciel's eye level. She eyed it for a moment before taking one. After taking a bit or two, she gave the usual facial expression of bliss and satisfaction, showing the sign of her approval. I smiled and set the tray of scones on the window sill where she still sat.
While Ciel watched the storm raging on outside, I went back over to the bed to remove the sheets so that they could be cleaned, and replace them with temporary ones. As I lifted the first layer of sheets off the bed, I noticed blood-colored stains contrasting the silky white sheets with its deep scarlet color. I sighed to myself. This means that everything will be going downhill very shortly, depending when in Ciel's slumber did this occur. A call should be administered to Lady Reed as soon as possible.
But not yet. I have to be absolutely sure before making rash decisions. Without saying a word, I pulled up the remaining sheets and walked out as fast as I thought possible.
Returning around 15 minutes later to receive the tray from Ciel, I walked in on the most charming scene.
There sat Ciel, watching out the window, one hand resting on the top of his stomach, and one supporting underneath. Dressed in one of the night dresses Nina Hopkins made, it was truly something charismatic. It would have been a lovely thing to photograph. At some point in me standing there watching her, Ciel noticed my presence.
"Sebastian, I have a favor to ask."
Chuckling lightly I went over to my mistress and placed a gloved hand on her head, "Yes?"
"Could you please fix my hair, it's making my neck hot." Came the unexpected yet amusing response.
I smiled, "But of course."
Combing through the long silvery locks a few times, I began twirling and twisting the hair into a braid. Grabbing a nearby sapphire blue ribbon, I tied it into an elegant bow. Proud of my work, I rested the long braid over one of Ciel's small shoulders.
"You know what worries me?" Ciel said, looking away from the window and at me.
"What?" I spoke with interest, settling myself behind her on the window sill, and rested my head on her shoulder.
"That my body won't be able to handle carrying two 6 pound infants and they be born early."
I grinned, laughing a little at Ciel's naïveté, "My lady, you are 36 weeks. You are already full term. To be brutally honest, you could go into labor any day."
Ciel flinched visibly, "Any day?"
Kissing her tender neck and then her head, I replied, "That's right. So we will have to be very careful. Which is why…" I got up and took Ciel's hand, "you are coming back to bed. I believe you have done enough storm watching today."
The moment Ciel got up, she stumbled and fell to the floor. I turned back and saw her bent over on the floor.
I knelt beside her, "Are you in pain?" A nod came as my response, "On a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being a bee sting and 10 being a gunshot, how bad is the pain?"
Sniffling, Ciel grabbed onto my coat, and pulled herself closer to me, "I… I think an 8. It may be more. I don't know."
Thinking on my feet, I scooped Ciel up into my arms and laid her down on the bed, which now had new sheets, "I apologize that you are in that much pain. Can you hold on for any longer?"
Getting no response, I sighed. I leaned down and placed a light kiss on small petal soft lips, in an attempt to ease a bit of the pain, "Is that better?"
"A little."
I placed a kiss on her forehead, "Just relax and stay calm. Everything will be okay. I promise."
"This is what I was afraid of." Ciel said quietly, "My mind and heart is telling me to give 100% in keeping them but I just…I can't. At least…not for much longer."
My god, is it finally done? I hope I haven't offended anyone in their religion for what was in this chapter. From what I've been taught, those are facts, but that's just my own religion (Christianity).
Pepsi: REVIEW TO HELP CIEL IN HOLDING ON LONGER!
Me: Please, for the love of god. There is only so much a little boy can take.
And for those who have asked, yes, Alois and Claude will be making an appearance later on in the story.