Second chapter, woo woo?
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And those of you who are not yet aware, I made some changes to the first Chapter. I changed that one oc to someone from the actual show, so it'll make a bit of sense in this Chapter. Mmkay? Mmkay.
Back to story.
Sebastian's room was large and dark. The walls were a dark red and the floors were wooden. He didn't have much in his room other than a T.V., his frequently-used computer desk, his... computer, several books on bookshelves. His bed was a king size bed with a headboard and foot board. His bed sheets were black and the covers were also a dark red.
The bed frame creaked as Sebastian tossed and turned in his bed. He groaned when he opened his eyes and saw that the sunlight had the audacity to enter his room. He stood groggily and trudged to the window and bitterly shut the blinds. With that, he could rest again. He went back to the bed and threw his toned body onto it, relishing in the comforting warmth his body had so recently brought onto the bed. But as quickly as it came, it left when a soft voice came from his door.
"Time to wake up!" That singsong voice rattled around in the sleepy male's ears. He groaned and rolled to his side, facing away from the offending sound. Then all of a sudden, his body was violated when a skinny hand slid across his abdomen. He gasped and lifted his arm, accidentally elbowing Grell in the face. "Ah, fuuuhh!" He bit his tongue to keep from cursing, but he couldn't help the pained scowl that crossed over his face. His emerald eyes glared at Sebastian. "I just wanted to wake you up..." He got up from the bed and went to Sebastian's mirror to examine his face. He gasped when he saw blood coming from his nose.
"I... I'm sorry, Grell. But you shouldn't just start touching me like that."
As if nothing had happened, Grell swirled around gleefully and looked up at the younger male. "In what way should I touch in, then?" He giggled and smiled widely, his blood slipping over his pink lips and over his teeth. Sebastian cringed and moved to the red haired butler. He took a shirt from the floor and grabbed Grell's flushed face and wiped his nose with the cloth.
"Don't flatter yourself. Just.. go fix this. I'll get ready." With a pout, the butler exited the room. Sebastian sighed and went to the bathroom through the door by his desk. The large bathroom was pearly white with black and white pattern tiles. After turning on the shower, he removed his boxers and socks and stepped into the hot water.
The steamy water drenched his black locks quickly as he reached for the soap. He slowly washed himself with the soapy washcloth and loved the slippery feeling. After, he attacked his hair with shampoo.
When he deemed himself squeaky clean, he shut off the faucet and opened to curtain to see Grell standing outside the shower looking quite excited. In his hands were Sebastian's clothes and a white, fluffy towel on top. He stared at the shorter male for a few seconds and when he saw the green eyes traveling south, he grabbed the towel and pulled the curtain closed again. He reopened it after tying the towel securely around his slim waist.
"Oh, poo, you're no fun," Grell mumbled as he followed Sebastian to the sink.
"Shut up, I know you saw it." Sebastian kept his voice and expression nonchalant as he picked up his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto the fine bristles.
"Yeeeeah, I did." Grell giggled as his pale face lit up in an obnoxious blush.
"Oh, shut up," Sebastian mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth.
"Mmm, yes, master. Call me when you're done."
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After Sebastian was fully dressed and had eaten, Grell walked him to his father's office after being called.
"You don't have to follow me." Sebastian didn't turn his head when Grell, who walked right behind him, stopped and gasped in feigned offence.
"It is my duty to take care of my master. You know this."
"Well... I don't care. Leave me alone, I'm there." And with that, he opened the large, wooden double doors and stepped into the big office.
His father sat in the large cushioned seat, looking rather boring. His green eyes shone slightly as he looked down at the papers. His reading glasses were propped daintily on the bridge of his nose. When he looked up at his son, his dark bangs slid to the side.
"Father," Sebastian addressed with indifference.
"Sebastian." His father nodded in acknowledgment.
"Is he here?"
"Is who here?" His father looked quite annoyed or pained as he gently pressed against his temples.
'That... man? The one you said would be here today to discuss this... special offer of his?" Sebastian's crimson eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Oh. Him. He's running late. I think. I haven't called him yet. Can you please lower your voice? I've got the worse headache ever." He pouted slightly and sat back with his eyes drooping close.
"Um, okay. I wasn't yelling or anything." Sebastian motioned forward and sat in one of the two chairs placed in front on the desk that his father occupied. His father groaned and mumbled something about shutting up, but Sebastian took no offence to it,. It was his father's own fault he was feeling the way we was in the first place. And he never learns.
Then all of a sudden, the door slammed open, much to Sebastian's father's displeasure, revealing a quite happy Eric. His grin was ear to ear and his eyes shone with happiness for no good reason. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie tied loosely around his neck over a white collared dress shirt as he strolled into the room.
"Heyy, Alan." Eric moved behind the whining male who sat lazily behind the desk, and he leaned over him, his smile still intact.
"Please... please shut up, Eric. I'm so hungover, I don't even want to live anymore."
Eric pouted at his friend's sour attitude. "Stop overreacting and take some damned aspirin. We've got a lot of crap to get done today, and we're already behind schedule–"
"No thanks to your tardiness," Alan, Sebastian's father bitterly interrupted.
"–because of your whining." He turned to the younger male. "Sebastian, it's good that you're here. There's someone who wanted to talk to you. But... I don't know why he isn't here..." He lifted his arm up in the air to pull back his sleeve and then moved his wrist to his face and looked at his silver watch. "He should have been here by now. Old bastard... Be right back."
Then Eric took out his cellphone from his pants pocket and headed outside the office looking rather worn out despite his chipper demeanor just a few minutes ago.
With a sigh, Alan opened his emerald eyes and stared at his son intensely, as if expecting something of him. Sebastian, feeling quite disturbed by being scrutinized so blatantly, finally snapped, "What?" He didn't like speaking so rudely to his father, but he utterly hated when said man was in those bad moods. He could be so irritating sometimes.
Alan scoffed and crossed his arms over his small chest childishly. Then, he turned to the small figure that stood motionlessly beside his desk ever since Sebastian had entered the office. "Ran, get me some aspirin, please."
The girl nodded and left without a word.
"Well, Sebastian, we don't need you right now. When Tanaka gets here, I'll call you, okay?" Alan looked at his son who looked back just as indifferently.
"Sure," Sebastian muttered and stood and went to the door right when Ran Mao came back with a silver platter with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Sebastian walked down the hallway in silence until he heard the clicking of heels and when he turned around, sure enough, that annoying redhead was back.
"It's kind of creepy how you knew I was here," Sebastian said as Grell smiled playfully and walked side by side with the taller, black haired male as he fingered his black butler suit.
"I dunno how, either. I had a feeling, and I followed it."
"You shouldn't let every feeling you have guide you. Next thing you know you're in trouble." Sebastian went upstairs to his room and looked for his jacket in the closet. "I'm going out."
Grell huffed and looked at Sebastian. "Where are you going?"
Sebastian eyed the older male. "If you must know, I'm going to Undertaker's place."
"What? That freak? He's soooo weird, Sebby. Why do you hang with him?"
"Because I can. Butt out, butler." Sebastian frowned at the red headed butler who's eyes widened at the words that came from Sebastian's lips.
Grell scoffed then pursed his lips as he turned and left the dark room. Sebastian just sighed and grabbed his wallet and left his room.
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After a quick stop at his office, Sebastian sat at a cafe, his right leg slung over his left leg as he watched Undertaker nibble on biscuits. He lifted his cup of coffee and sipped it. He scowled, not liking the weakness of the caffeine. He sighed and looked up. Undertaker noticed this.
"Sebastian," he said after swallowing a biscuit that he would have enjoyed better had it been skull shaped, but they don't serve skull shaped food, "you seem tense. Talk to me. Talk to your friend." He smiled widely.
"No, I'm just anxious... curious. My father and Eric keep telling me there was an offer for me, and you know me – I can't not know what things are about. The man who was supposed to be at my home a long time ago hasn't shown his face yet, and it's kind of frustrating, if you ask me."
This time, Undertaker cackled, startling other customers who ate their food or drank their beverages outside. "And I thought something serious was happening. Don't worry, dear. He'll be here soon, I'm sure. Do you have any idea what kind of... offer it is?" Undertaker cocked his head to the side, his fringe falling in the same direction.
"No idea. When I asked him last night, he was telling me not to worry about it. He was drunk, so I'm sure that's why he didn't say anything."
The older, silver-haired man nodded and he smiled as he placed his head on pale hands that were supported on the table by his slender arms. His robe slipped down revealing covered arms. Not that it was surprising; he's almost always covered head to toe whenever he is out, despite a sunny day like this one.
Just then, Sebastian felt a vibration in his pocket and he took out his phone to see Eric calling him.
"Yes?" Sebastian said when he put the phone to his ear.
"Hey. Tanaka said he'll be here in a few minutes, so why don't you get over here so you won't be late?"
"Oh, okay." When he hung up he took out his wallet and paid for their coffee and biscuits. "The guy is here."
"I'm gonna go with you. I have nothing to do today. Snake is manning the parlor today with Joker. Besides, this should be interesting." He giggled and stood as well, dusting himself off in case any crumbs decided to hitch a ride in the fabric of his robe. He then left and went down the street, followed by the raven haired male, and arrived at his black car. When he unlocked it, he sat in the driver's seat as Sebastian made himself feel welcomed in the passenger's seat. "Tell me again why you don't use your own car?"
"Because I don't know where I kept the car keys. I swear I left it on my rack by the kitchen, but when I went to get it, it was gone. Either that, or it's under my bed somewhere." Undertaker replied with a low chuckle as he started the car and drove away.
When they arrived at the large house, there was a medium sized limo parked behind Sebastian's car.
"Oh, God, he's here. Eric's gonna be pissed," Sebastian said between laughs. He removed the seat belt and stepped out of the car and walked with Undertaker to the front door.
When they got inside, he was greeted by a scowling, red headed butler.
"Welcome home, young master," Grell greeted lowly as he eyed the smaller male standing next to Sebastian, a wide, teeth-bearing smile etched onto his face. "And you, Undertaker." Grell's eyes narrowed in frustration as he tried to understand why the older male was trying so hard not to laugh. "What is his problem, Sebastian?" His voice was a little whiny.
"Nothing, he's just crazy old. Come on." Undertaker laughed out loud as he removed his robe and handed it to Ran Mao who stood silently next to Grell. She bowed slightly and left to go hang it up. The youngest male wrapped his arm around the oldest male's waist and led him to his father's room. Grell's stared enviously at that arm. He pouted and followed quietly.
Inside of Alan's room, A tiny old man sat down stiffly in one of the two chairs. Besides him was a younger male. His hair was dark in contrast to his pale skin. His eyes were a golden color and his face was expressionless.
Alan nodded at his son when he entered and flatly said, "Sit."
Sebastian sat down immediately, next to the old man who stared straight ahead. Undertaker stood next to his friend with his usual smile on his face. He leaned against the chair with his arm draped lazily over the top of it.
"Hello, Mr. Alan. How are you this fine day?" Undertaker looked at the man he was addressing.
"Just fine. Why are you here?" Sebastian's father eyed the silver haired male camly.
"I just wanted to escort your fine son to your office is all." Sebastian's eyebrow twitched slightly but his stoic expression didn't change.
"Hm. Anyways, Sebastian, this is Tanaka. He is the head of the camp for Tomorrow's Heroes. It's a camp for young bos who train to become soldiers."
"So... like a boot camp." Sebastian smiled inwardly in approval as he crossed his legs as he turned to Tanaka. His face was small and cute. When he turned his head up from the old man, he was shocked to see that yellow-eyed male staring right at him, his golden orbs smoldering and melting over his crimson ones. For some reason, this made Sebastian feel kind of uncomfortable. The man just stared at him. He didn't move, just blinked every so often. Sebastian was cut from his disturbing trance when the oldest man spoke, his voice light and cheerful.
"Yes, ho ho ho, you could say that. But it's a little more extreme than that. We train our young boys to become legitimate fighting machines."
"Isn't that kind of... immoral?" Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he stared at the man.
He laughed. "Yes... yes, some people may call it that. But we are trying to make them strong. To defend our country."
Sebastian nodded, understanding. He still thought this whole thing was kind of twisted, but... it was a boot camp nonetheless. Sebastian loved boot camps. Though he'd never gone before, Undertaker went there, and the things he told a younger Sebastian of the place were absolutely fantastic. But, his father never allowed him to go anywhere. And maybe this time, he could not only go to a boot camp, but hold some authority among the people there.
"What about the camp then?" Sebastian looked at Alan, then Eric, then Tanaka.
"Oh. So, as you may be able to tell, I'm not as strong as I was back when I first started the camp. I used to be quite sharp, and able to set a good example. But, I'm withering. I need a successor. Claude here won't do it." He pointed to the man standing, still eyeing the raven haired man. "He says he's fine with his current position as second to the head." He looked down. "I know you're wondering, 'Why is he coming to me? I'm not related.' But, as my friends Eric and Alan have told me, you are very strong yourself. You have the ability to teach these boys what it takes to serve. And besides, I never married. I have no son."
Sebastian blinked. "B-but, what about him – Claude? I thought he was–"
"Oh-ho-ho. No. He's not my son, he's my nephew."
Sebastian lifted his head and mouthed "Oh." He heard silent snickers from the once silent grey-haired man.
"So," Tanaka says almost apprehensively, "Will you do it?"
It was silent for a few moments. Sebastian really had no idea how to run anything. And a camp of possible super-human boys? He was unsure of whether or not he would be respected. He himself, though truly an incredible strong and skilled young man, has no history of training, or anything. He was quite knowledgeable in the business department, because that was his father's career.
"I'll try," Sebastian finally stated. But when Tanaka sighed happily and opened his mouth to speak, he cut in. "But. I'm still not certain if I can do this. This is not something I expected to be offered. Don't fool yourselves into believing I've got what it takes. Because, I don't know myself. If I feel I'm not capable of doing this, I'm out. Got it?"
Tanaka pursed his tiny, wrinkled lips and nodded briskly. "Thank you."
Sebastian nodded back and looked at Undertaker.
"Can I be his assistant?" Undertake smiled widely at Alan.
"What? You can't!" Sebastian stared at the older man like he was crazier than he already was.
"Why not? I'm as... 'talented' as you are. And I've got military skills. You remember how I went to camp when I was younger. I can do it. Please?" Undertaker smiled a fake smile of plea and he pressed his hands together in a begging way. He knew, though, that whether or not Sebastian accepted his request, he'd be going with him.
"Ugh. Fine. Just don't bother me when we're there." Sebastian looked down then at his father. "Can I go now? I have to go to my office to tell them I'm leaving."
"Don't worry, I'll do it!" Eric said, smiling widely. "Go pack up your stuff. You'll head out tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Why so soon?"
Because, Tanaka has to head back to the hospital. He's sick, you know. The camp has gone about a week without a director, and soon, the stability will be lost."
Stability? Sebastian thought.
"Ok, f-fine." He let out a tired sigh. "So much stuff, and it's not even five. I'm out." He sat up and turned to leave. He turned his head back and saw that Claude had watched him leave. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were singing a different song.
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I think this chapter was mainly a bunch of rambling on about nothing in particular. I'm kind of sick with Summer Fever. Oh well. I hope it's good.
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