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Chapter 4: I Want my Tears Back

Where is the wonder where's the awe
Where's dear Alice knocking on the door
Where's the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

Where is the wonder where's the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me
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Something was very wrong with the young master. Sebastian had noticed it for a while, but Ciel seemed to be pulling away from everything, even from him. Now, some cruel part of Sebastian enjoyed watching the young demonling spiral into self-torment in repayment for basically cheating the elder out of what was promised, but an odd mix of apathy towards the past and a growing affection for the child made him concerned when the former-Earl refused to leave the abandoned wreck that was now his room. So the demon decided that, butler decorum or not, he was going to get his answer. He carefully prepared a small chocolate treat, since the Earl still had a sweet tooth, and made his way up the vine covered stairs to the doors that heralded his master's room. He knocked once, twice, a third time with no answer and a sigh escaped his lips. This was getting ridiculous.

With a swift kick to the wood that made up the door, it shattered nearly completely and Sebastian vaguely wondered if he would have to replace it, or it his master would leave it like it was to add to the overall sense of abandonment the place had. But Sebastian's long limbs quickly cleared the rubble as he made his way into the barely lit front room that was full of Ciel's favorite books. The fireplace had long been caved in, and was ignored as Sebastian made his way to the door to the actual bedroom. Fishing the ornate key that only he possessed, Sebastian quickly unlocked the door and made his way into the darkness. "Young master?" He called out curiously into the dark room. A slight noise from the bed was his response and with a few long strides the tall demon closed the distance between him and the master's bed. "Young master, this is no time to be sleeping." He chided softly and a scoff was his response.

"Demons do not sleep, Sebastian." Came an icy reply and the elder rolled his eyes as he lifted the covers from his master's laying form. His master was laying face to face with the remains of what was once the rabbit he had, the one with the ash-grey fur, royal blue ribbon and eyepatch. From what Sebastian remembered, the rabbit was released as part of the celebration collection marking the Earl's return to the land of living. It was wildly popular and provided the funds the once-Earl needed to once again build a toy and confection empire. Though this was one was torn and leaking stuffing, but still Ciel laid looking straight at it. "Young master, I do believe that you will never win a staring contest with a stuffed rabbit." Sebastian commented as he fixed the pillows. The younger snorted. "Be quiet, Sebastian." He barked, still staring at the toy with concetration that rivalled his reading concetration. The elder looked at his master with a stiff ruby gaze before he sat on the bed, his added weight pulling the smaller body towards him.

"Is there a reason you are staring at the toy?" He asked and the young master's gaze remained firm, though irritation flashed pink through his eyes. "Why not stare at it, Sebastian? It's not as though I have anything else to do." The younger snapped and a flash of realization glittered across a suddenly amused face. "Ah~" He purred as he moved closer to the child. "Regretting immortality, are we, young master?" He said in a condescending tone that made Ciel stiffen. He sat up and met his butler's gaze with his own as he fearlessly looked the elder demon straight on, despite their closeness. "No. I regret the monotony." He snapped. "At least as a mortal I had a blessed final goal, that being of my death, but now as that goal is forever removed from my path, I have nothing to look forward too. Tell me, Sebastian, why is it mortals seek immortality? It seems to me to be nothing but a bother." He said and Sebastian chuckled, his tone a shrug.

"Perhaps humans always see things they can never normally have as better. Humans always consider other people's belongings to be better than their own." He said and Ciel rolled his visible eye again, adjusting his weight on his other arm and staring down at his pitch nails. "I used to be a king in this chess game called life, pawns fell before me as I moved towards my goal. I played games against all minds, clever and simple. I was decorated at the age of ten and investigated and put an end to endless crime lords, cults and general wrongs for three years. At the age of thirteen I was thrust into immortality by a jealous mortal and his devoted demoness." He listed and Sebastian silently waited. "But those mean nothing now that I have lived through that life and have passed into another. I miss the old life, Sebastian. I miss being able to pit my wits against other intellegent minds, I miss being able ot learn new things. I miss being human." He confessed and Sebastian gave a half-nod.

It was vague, but he remembered once have the same regrets when he was a young demon as well. But soon the regret faded into apathy and then his unending fascination with humans and their habits. He did not move, but his presence, his demonic aura reached out and folded over the boy like wings. "It is regretable you feel that way, young master. But I trust it will past." He assured and Ciel nodded tiredly before leaning his head against the taller's shoulder, his own aura melding with the elder's, intertwining for a moment of need. Sebastian still remained still, offering no physical comfort to the child. "For now, I will allow you to want your old life back." He said.

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