Who's hungry for a new chapter? I'm sure you all are, heh. Well, please enjoy this chapter. Also, I could really go for a scone and some Darjeeling tea right now... And I'm sure Sebastian feels the same way right about now... tehee -Eztli
Chapter 5
So It Begins
Ciel was in a panic; he stared down at the note, which lay open upon the floor. His rose blue eye could no longer absorb the words, the letters becoming foreign. His dainty hand covered his mouth as if he felt he were going to be sick, and his cheeks were stained rosy from his embarrassment. The sound of knocking at his door startled him and his head snapped up. Three knocks; that meant it was Sebastian—the other servants seemed to have no sense of courtesy. Heart pounding and breathing shallow, Ciel slipped under his desk and curled into the fetal position. He brought both hands to his mouth to muffle his breathing. He could not bare to see Sebastian right now, not after reading such a note...
From outside the study door, Sebastian could hear swift, muffled movements, followed by silence. A smirk twisted his lips and an urge to chuckle built up in him, which he suppressed. It took him a few moments to control his expression enough in order for him to open the door. "Young Master, you haven't fallen asleep, have you?" He called out, his eyes falling upon the empty chair...
Ciel shuddered at the sound of Sebastian's voice, his back pressing into the underside of the desk, trying to push himself as far back as physically allowable. I cannot believe that I am reduced to hiding, Ciel thought. And then his pride began warring with his embarrassment. The Earl of the Phantomhive, hiding under his desk like a child? But he knows. He knows, and so you are going to cover your eyes and cower in the dark? His ego simply refused to allow it. Slowly, he crawled out from underneath his desk, rising to his feet and facing Sebastian, though he refused to look at him. His cheeks were even more red than before.
"Why, Young Master, what were you doing underneath your desk?" Sebastian asked, his voice almost trembling from amusement, though he kept his facial expression cool and concerned.
A scowl twisted Ciel's lips, his eye flashing angrily. "I just happened to drop something, Sebastian." He held up the note between index and middle finger, then tossed it onto his desk. He sat huffily in his plush chair, crossing his arms loosely over his chest and bringing his right leg over the left one. "Now, serve me my tea."
Sebastian brought the tea cart forward, placing the plate of scones in front of his master. He poured the tea into a teacup, and set in next to the plate of scones. His control over the dark amusement was slipping, this situation just to perfectly unlike Ciel. Sebastian's body began to tremble from silent laughter. A smirk made his lips twitch, and his shaking hands clinked the tea set against each other. He set the teapot upon the cart and brought a hand up to his lips, pressing as if he was trying to keep the laughter silent.
Ciel picked up the cup of tea and sipped at it, finally looking at his butler. His lips were curled into a scowl as he regarded Sebastian slowly losing his control. "You find this terribly amusing," Ciel said, his voice dangerously silky.
Detecting a sense of precariousness, Sebastian ceased laughing, his smirk falling from his face. He dropped his arm to his side. An unhappy Ciel is a dangerous one, he recalled with an odd sense of foreboding. There was no amusement left in this for him; he regretted his little game-but only slightly. Right hand over his heart, he bowed deeply, looking at the floor. "My sincerest apologies, my Lord. I seem to have lost control of myself momentarily."
Ciel scoffed, sipping his tea once more before pushing the folded note towards Sebastian. His nose lifted haughtily in the air as Sebastian came out of his bow. "It is not my job to clean up after myself, Sebastian. That is your job; have I made myself clear?" He placed the teacup in it's saucer and lifted a scone to his lips.
"Of course, my Lord," Sebastian said, his head tilting to the side. Is that all Ciel would give? A simple reprimand? He found himself to feel strangely disappointed at this.
"Now then," Ciel said, crushing the scone in his hand, the crumbs decorating his lap messily. He wiped his hands off on his jacket, further dirtying his outfit. Ciel took the now lukewarm tea and poured it on his lap. "Do your job, and clean up this mess."
Sebastian wanted to play a game, did he? Ciel thought, his fingers untying the eyepatch and letting it fall to the floor. His violet eye flashed, and both eyes looked up at Sebastian's face, taking in the shocked expression. A cruel smile twisted his lips. Fine then; Ciel would indulge Sebastian in his little game. And no matter how far it went, or what the cost was, he was determined to win. He wanted Sebastian to grovel at his feet, like the pawn that he was.
After all, children can be very demanding about their games...