Chapter thirteen:
We, Sebastian and I, woke up the next day together. Sebastian got dressed in his usual and I wore jeans and a "My Chemical Romance" shirt.
The bus picked us up as usual, and we went to class together holding hands.
Our first class was a unique trip. We walked in, and the girls were giggling just as the guys were glaring. I shrugged them off. I noticed Marie, as well as Alice, weren't in class today.
When class had officially started, the teacher immediately put everyone to work writing poems. We were assigned to write a poem about someone we adored. Of course, I wrote a poem about my butler. I mean, why not? Well this leads up to the next part: Having to share it with someone in the class.
Getting out of my seat, I crossed the distance of the classroom to get to Sebastian. I pulled out the chair next to him, and sat gently, while scooting it in with my feet. I placed my paper on the desk in front of me face down.
"You decided to write about me?" Sebastian smirked.
"Hush boy." I ordered, somewhat immaturely. He laughed, because I was (probably) blushing.
"So, are you going to read it to me?" He asked. I fidgeted nervously.
"Well, who'd you write about?" I shuffled some more. I fiddled with my thumbs which was a recent girlish habit I picked up on- not sure where I got it though.
"I wrote an acrostic about Kittens." He spoke as I nearly fell out of my seat. It's not like I had been expecting anything… Nope… Not at all… Well… Maybe just a little. Just enough to make me mad.
"Should've figured." I said shooting him daggers with my eyes.
"So you goin' to share or what?"
"Pushy much…" I muttered under my breath, flipping over my paper to see. "If you want to read, then you need to read it yourself." I think I even stuck my tongue out at this comment. He nodded, and took the paper. I watched him as he held it up to his view, and mouthed each word written.
The crow
The crow wanders,
As he wonders,
What life is like,
Without me.
The black patch,
Concealing my eyes match,
Shades our deal,
Holding the truth.
Death once welcomed us,
Yet we claim it unjust,
And we roam on,
Escaping to a free world.
Life without me,
For as far as the crow can see,
Won't ever come;
Resistance is futile.
Still the Crow wanders,
As he wonders,
What life is like,
Without me.
Sebastian smiled, softly and gracefully.
"This is well written, Ciel."
"T-thanks." I stumbled. Butterflies swarming in my stomach.
"Though, one thing… 'Us' and 'Unjust' don't rhyme." Then he shot my confidence down.
"I'm not good at poetry anyway. So get on with it, read yours to me." I ordered once more, he complied.
Keeping you warm with fluffy fur,
Initially enticing you to love them,
Twisted and manipulative, children of nature,
Though they seem to be as free as birds,
Each binding spell the law provides,
No kitten abides to the long rules,
Since everyone on earth is their pawn.
The poem he wrote was brilliant. Where would he get the idea to write about such a thing? He slammed kittens in one way, but making them seem invincible in another way. The kitten seems to have pride… They seem to think that they are the rulers of the world, that they are the kings of the chess game- and that's when it hit me.
"Sebastian this poem is about me."
"What makes you say that Love?" He said smiling.
"Full of pride… Everyone is their pawn…" I rolled my eyes. "It couldn't be more obvious? That's why you like them, that's why you like me. They're free. And I am as well."
"…Was wondering when you'd figure out…" He sighed. I was even more angry. So what did this mean?
"What?" I said, fury backing up my words.
"I did always wonder why I adored cats. I mean, before I met you I thought they were 'Cool' But after we met, that was when the sick obsession started I think."
"A-Ah." And at this point I realized something. "You're the dog."
"Pardon me?"
"You know, always on a leash, always loyal to your master. You're the dog, and I'm the cat. Opposites attract, Eh?"
"I always thought I was the crow." He commented sarcastically, not liking the fact I called him a dog.
"Maybe your some Dog-Crow hybrid. Dow? Crog?"
"Ha Ha Ha. Very funny." He said lacing our hands together under the table. I dismissively waved my free hand around.
The rest of the day went by, no sign of Wacko-pants and her minion _AKA_ Marie and Alice. It was suspicious? But not enough to worry.
When we got home, Grell was cooking something. I decided not to bother with him, and went to spread my math homework around the table to finish it. New math, I didn't like it. X2x4, X7-X4... Ugh.
"Let me see your poem." Sebastian said.
"Whatever." I said handing it to him, turning to see what he was doing. Next thing; it was pinned to the fridge. There was a big A+ on it from my teacher, because like I said, it was an assignment.
"Sebastian…" I said, as he kissed my cheek. "No, not now… Grell's probably watching." He snaked an arm around my waist. "No, PDA, Sebastian stop." I growled pushing away. Wait, where is Grell, he'd surely pull Sebastian off if he was here… "Let go Sebastian. You can kiss me later." I shouted.
I pulled away looking at the table. There was a note:
I warned you. Now the Shinigami is mine.