A/N: Okay, two cliffhangers in a row is just too mean. Therefore, I present you, chapter number 3, posted just a few hours after chapter 2!
'Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.'
Ciel knew the black-haired man was right behind, perhaps only a few meters away from him. "Well hello there, Ciel. We meet again", the man said, and the footsteps Ciel heard meant that he was coming closer. Ciel spun around, now facing the man. "Don't you fucking come any closer!" He shrieked. "Oh, I thought assassins were supposed to be cold-blooded and they're not supposed to fear anything", the man said. "But I think you shouldn't be called an assassin, you know. I mean, I'm standing here, all alive and fine. The only thing I am missing are my important documents, which I. Would. Like. To. Get. Back. Right. Now", the man continued speaking, emphasising the last words.
"Well you aren't going to get them", Ciel said, his confidence rising because of the insult about his profession. "And you should be fucking grateful to be alive, I've killed a lot of people, and just randomly decided to spare you, and yet here you are, risking your life again!" Sebastian chuckled at the teenager, now only a meter away from him.
"Look, brat", he started, grabbing Ciel's chin with his left hand. "I do not need mercy from people like you". "Well, if you ain't happy with the situation, I'll do my job and eliminate you then, just like I was supposed to! Don't think I couldn't do it, you touchy old man!" He spat and hit his hand away. "Sassy little boy… You know… I just wonder why you didn't do your job in the first place, hm?"
Ciel's mind froze. He started thinking about the reason now, and he didn't find any better reason than 'I thought he was hot'. Now that he thought about it, he realized what an stupid idiot he was.
"Was it because you think I am attractive, hm?" The man smirked at the boy's annoyed expression. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, OF COURSE NOT!" He screamed. "In fact, I do not even know why I'm speaking to you and not what I'm supposed to!" With that, he raised his fist and hit the man.
Or so he tried. The black-haired man stopped the boy's fist halfway, bended Ciel's wrist painfully, which caused the boy to yelp loudly. The older man took advantage of the teen's vulnerability and tackled him on the floor, still bending the poor boy's hand, now behind his back. "Listen, kid. I am not a person who you want to fight with. I am not as pathetic as you think I am, so I'd suggest you'd try to calm the fuck down".
Ciel just clicked his tongue, annoyed about his immobility. "Now, what did you do to me when we were back at my house?" He started with a malicious tone of voice. When Ciel didn't answer, he continued. "Was it so you knocked me out? I think it was. Now, how about you try the same thing, it doesn't feel too nice, you know. But, just remember…"
"Don't you ever, EVER again fuck with Sebastian Michaelis".
With that, Ciel lost consciousness.
"CIEL!"
The teen felt like shit… His head hurt like hell.
"CIEL! Fucking wake up already!"
Was someone… calling him…?
The boy opened his eyes slowly, only to find himself from the floor of the bathroom. "He's awake", Ronald said, and William crouched down next to the boy. "What the hell happened, brat?" "Will… Don't be that cruel, he either fainted or then something happened to him."
The black-haired man rose up. "Or more likely someone happened to him. Was it that Michaelis, Phantomhive?" Ciel didn't bother answering; he focused all his energy to get up from the ground. "Take it easy lil' one, it looks like your head has gotten quite a hit".
"Fucking asshole bastard son of a bitch…" Ciel grumbled, holding his head when finally managing to sit up properly. William rolled his eyes at the boy. "I'll take that as a yes for my question. Now let's go, we need to get you back to HQ so we can see if there's any bigger injuries", the boss stated, motioning Ronald to pick the boy up. "Fuuuuuuuck, stop, I can walk myself", the boy whined. The blonde-haired man didn't listen to the whines, and picked the boy up bridal style. "This is so fucking gay",
the boy complained. "Just 'til we're back at the HQ, we all want to get you better, so please stop moaning", the man answered the teen.
'Ugh… What the hell… Where am I…?'
Ciel opened his eyes to find himself from his room, Ronald sitting next to his bed. "Ciel, you're awake!" He said joyfully. "What the hell happened…?" Ronald smiled a bit at the boy's confusion. "Well, do you remember the night club incident a while ago? That was like three days ago, and you woke up now."
"Ugh… That fucking old bastard… Wait, what? Did you say three days?" He finally opened his eyes wide open with surprise, though the confusion never left his glance. "Yup. Apparently that guy whoever hit your head pretty hard on the floor." Ciel was quiet for a moment.
"…I'm fucking gonna kill that asshole."
"Good, since that was what you were supposed to do in the beginning, brat", William said from the other side of the room, startling Ciel. "…When did you appear there?" "Doesn't matter. Do you feel well already?" He asked, shooting his glance at the boy lying in the bed. "Yeah, I feel okay now, I don't even have a headache anymore, I can get to work…" Ciel was starting to rise up from his position, only to be stopped by Ronald. "Not until tomorrow. Allow yourself a bit more rest. Honestly." "Ron…" Ciel started, biting his lip. "William, really. He just woke up from a three days' slumber".
William adjusted his glasses, nodding slightly. "Well, maybe you are right Ronald. Ciel, you go after Michaelis tomorrow. Understood?" The teenager sighed deeply, knowing deep inside that arguing with these two guys wouldn't lead anywhere.
"…Fine".
"Ciel! It's 10 am already, get that ass up", Alan yelled from the other side of Ciel's room's door.
Ciel grunted, but got up immediately since he really was feeling like working today.
'I'm going to see that Sebastian Michaelis again today… And no, stupid mind, it ain't because I'd like, it's because I get to kick his sorry ass to death'.
The boy forced himself for the closet, and pulled out a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, adding the same combat boots that he wore at the nightclub. After getting dressed, he dragged himself to the living room where he found Alan and Eric. "Morning, sunshine", Eric said smirking, and Ciel answered a single "Morning".
The boy snapped a sandwich from a tray placed on the table and devoured it with passion. "Hey, stop making out with the bread", Alan said, laughing a bit. "Oh, and right, Willy told us to tell you to go after that Michaelis".
Ciel raised his brows at the two. "I wouldn't have needed him to tell me that, I'd have done it anyway", the boy answered, grabbed a Beretta M9 and a Yarborough knife from a mahogany chest.
"Well, you certainly seem to be up to some real business this time", Alan commented when seeing the boy's combat equipment.
Ciel sighed. "Well, no shit, I'm about to kill him so yes, naturally".
Ciel approached the Sebastian's house, not worrying about him seeing the boy coming. The boy walked confidently to the same backdoor he had used last time, and even though it was locked, it didn't matter, since the boy smashed it open with the combat knife. The boy pulled the door open roughly, and got in.
"HEY ASSHOLE, I'M HERE AGAIN, AND THIS TIME TO KILL YOU!" He yelled for the house, holding out the Beretta, loading the gun. He walked around the house, through the kitchen, then the bedroom, and during the few next minutes, pretty much every room in the house.
"COME OUT YOU COWARD!"
Suddenly, an arm and something sharp wrapped around his neck, and it took Ciel a couple seconds to realize there was a knife pressed on his throat. He lifted his arm up, so that the gun's pipe was pointing to the man behind him. "My, what a tricky situation we have, once again".
"Doesn't matter, I'll be the one killing you today". "Oh, is that so?" Sebastian chuckled and spoke with a humoured tone. "Yes. But before that, could you just tell me something?"
The older man smirked. "Anything for you, cutie", he said, laughing when the boy blushed as red as a tomato. "Fucking shut up you idiot!" He yelled annoyed. "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted", he continued while glaring at the wall in front of him, aware that he older man wouldn't see the face made for him. "What exactly did you do?"
"What do you mean 'what did I do'?" He asked the younger one, still smirking. Ciel rolled his eyes. "I mean, what did you do to get the mafia on your tail? Moron". "So you don't know, after all? So rudely trying to murder me, without a clue why you're about to do so".
He pushed the knife a bit deeper on the young assassin's throat, drawing blood. "Well, I just was an assassin for the same mafia as you." Ciel uttered a small sound because of the slight pain on his throat, but forgot about the small ache when hearing Sebastian's sentence.
"What? Are you kidding me or something?" He said, surprised. "No. I've got no reason to. Didn't you ever wonder how I managed to get you, a trained assassin, on the floor back at the night club?" Ciel winced at the negative memory. "I had the same job as you are in now. I just got into a big fight with the other mafia members, and soon the boss, yes, William, started accusing me about stealing money and shit", he continued, disapproval clear in his voice, "Understandably, I quit. Well, he didn't like it, so now he's after me for revenge. The documents you, ahem, "retrieved", are my everything. They contain every single piece of information about me, as well as all the crimes I've committed", he continued, clenching the knife in his hand harder. "And with those documents, he'll get easily what he wants, also known as destroy my life, either by sending me to jail to get a much possible death sentence, or then just taking away my house, my money, car and so on…"
Ciel was quiet for once, listening closely to the man speaking. "And you, well, you were sent to kill me. Will probably thought it would be easy to just kill me and take all my belongings as a payback… Well, you never killed me, but the mafia has those documents again. My life is about to get real fucked up, and it's all thanks to you, you little piece of shit", he said, sliding the knife slowly across the boy's throat.
"It would be just fair to kill you, since you practically took my life away… Though…" Sebastian said, taking the knife away from his throat and untying his arm from the boy. "I won't. Since you aren't able to kill me."
Ciel just stood still, shocked about everything he heard, but was soon aware of his surroundings when hearing an insult – once again.
"What do you mean I won't kill you? Of course I will if I decide so!"
Sebastian chuckled again. It was starting to annoy the teen. "Well, you really do have no reason to. Even though I knocked you out at the club, you could consider that as revenge from taking those documents. Besides, you think I'm attractive. You wouldn't do anything."
"…Wh-what? " Ciel winced, surprised. "I do not fucking think so you narcissistic asshole!"
"Is that so?" Sebastian answered, leaving Ciel shocked with his mouth open. "Then, deny that you don't like this." "Deny what you stupid -"
Ciel was interrupted by a pair of lips over his own ones. They were smooth and warm, not much like the man's cold attitude. They moved smoothly over the boy's lips, and Ciel accidentally dropped his Beretta out of surprise.
The kiss didn't last for more than a few seconds when Ciel pushed the man away from him. "WHAT… WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Oh, aren't you adorable", Sebastian answered and started laughing like crazy. "DO YOU THINK OF THAT AS A FUCKING JOKE?" The younger boy screamed. "I don't want you to fucking kiss me, you old sick fuck! Especially if you think of it as a fucking joke!"
Sebastian smirked. "Of course I think of it as a joke, or do you expect me to express my undying love for you when I've spoken to you three times? You stupid little brat", he continued and laughed even more.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Ciel screamed, ashamed of what had just happened. When he crouched down to pick up his firearm, something hit him, whispered a faint "goodnight, cutie", and he lost his consciousness.
The next morning, Ciel woke up in his own bed at the headquarters.
'Next time I see that prick, he's gonna suffer…'
A/N: YAY FOR THE LAME ENDING. At least no cliffhanger this time, eh?
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