As Ciel sat at the bottom of the pot he'd been stuck in for 24 hour's now he reflected on a haiku he'd once heard from Elizabeth:
Little Butterfly,
Landing on my dark red rose,
Until the wind blows.
It was beautiful, the image of a butterfly and a rose, then something unexpected came and tore the two-part. The butterfly was forced away and the flower lost some of it's petal's, by the wind of the fierce storm, by life. That's how Ciel's life look, anyways. He'd belong somewhere, have people he cared about, then something would come and rip that from him.
Sebastian thought of a haiku Elizabeth had once told the young master.
Little Butterfly
Landing on my dark red rose
Until the breeze blows.
The gentile breeze blows softly push the butterfly away but it hang's on to the rose, not daring to let go and fly away on the breeze. This described Ciel beautifully. He had connected with Sebastian and refused to let go, holding on as if Sebastian had been a life line, which he had been.
Elizabeth felt as if the world had been pulled from underneath her, her whole world flipped upside-down. She felt tear's beginning to flow. She sniffed and hung up the phone.
"What is the matter, my lady?" Her maid Paula studied her face, concerned. Elizabeth paid no mind and went to her room where she flopped down on her bed and cried until she had no more tear's and then some. Was Ciel really gone for good? Did she have any reason to hope otherwise? When would these thing's stop happening to her?
As Grell watched all three scene's he realized he need to say something to one of them. Elizabeth would not be on that list. Ciel might not think kindly to Grell being in his Other Side. Sebastian it was. He cut through the glass of the Room of the Watching and knocked on Sebastian's door. "Enter." Sebastian's tone made it clear this had better be important. And it was, very, very important.
Grell walked in and cleared his throat. "There's still a chance, you know."
Sebastian sighed, "What?"
"He's only been locked up. He has a chance." Grell tilted his head slightly at the look of pure hatred on Sebastian's face, the hatred emanating from him in waves. "He's fine. He'll be fine. You'll see," Grell assured Sebastian.
Sebastian rolled his eye's. "If that's all, see your self out." Grell realized Sebastian was not Sebastian right now and went to Ciel's bedroom. Ciel's body was still inside, lying on the bed.
"Ciel?" Grell called.
*Important!*
The little poem at the top? The one Ciel and Sebastian
were thinking about? That's mine.
I made it. If it stink's:
Let
Me
Know
-CinnamonPinwheels