I am sorry that I am a horrible person! I am trying my best to work on all of my stories at once so I can update them. I have somewhat busy and I know I suck. I am almost done with chapter 16 of Ace and chapter 5 of Apathy, so please be patient with me. Anyways, enjoy and review! I love reviews!
Ciel's perspective
I hate him! An hour. I couldn't even make it an hour! What is it about him? Even when were rivals in the past, we were still friends. We went every where together. We did everything together. Was it because of that? Was that the reason why he got on my nerves so easily? Plausible. But I couldn't let that interfere with our bushiness. If I wanted my factory to flourish , I needed to get my emotions in control. But I guess that was not going to happen any time soon. It is not like he made it any easier for me. Not with his face or his comments or his accuracy in his words. No, he didn't make it easy.
Sebastian perspective
I wait ten minutes in silence. Well, every minute is silent for me. I know he won't come back, but I still sit in my seat, anticipating him. Like I expected, the door remains shut. I am immensely disappointed that he left me so early. He does not know how long I have been without him. Though it was a week, I missed him. I was hoping by doing this transaction he would be forced to be with me for hours on end, but I suppose I shouldn't be idealistic when Ciel is involved.
I let out a sigh, scoot my chair back, stretch, and leave the room. I pretend that I can hear the thump sound my feet would make when they meet the floor. I pretend that when I open the door, I can hear the noisy atmosphere the office appears to be. When my sister pops up from her chair, waving enthusiastically with her mouth open as if in greeting, I pretend that I hear that too. I like when I encounter people I have already formed a relationship with prior to my accident because their voices and sounds that they make are imprinted in my mind. When meeting new people, it is my voice that I hear as I translate the words I read from their lips, but when it is someone who is familiar, I can hear their voice roaming inside my mind. It is a nice change from being trapped in my head. Listening to your own sound gets tiresome in every sense of the word. I suppose that is why I love being around my family and friends. It is because they erase the darkness that plagues me for the moment. That could be also why I love being around Ciel. I know his voice so well.
My baby sister, Serena, grabs my hand when she reaches me. I turn to her and she says, "Mey-rin told me that you had a meeting with Ciel, but since it ended quickly, I am assuming that it didn't end well." I nod. "Good! In a sense. Mama wants to eat with you. Since you have time now, I will escort you." She gives no chance to reply.
I had planned to have a meal with Ciel. I had even made a reservation at a five-star restaurant. Yes, I loved my mother and sister, but I would have much rather been with my former classmate. It had been a while since Ciel and I ate across from each other. He refuses each time I offer. If I used the company as an excuse, Ciel would have surely came.
Serena drags me through the lobby until we reach the elevator, which leads us down to the parking garage. I am not allowed down here unless a person who is aware of my condition accompanies me. I am also recommended not to drive. We had decided that since I can not multi-task due to my lack of being able to hear honks or tire screeches, I am not suitable to drive. I agree, but it would be nice to be able to take of myself rather than having a driver or someone drive me to my destination.
A car pulls up, stopping before my sister and I. I open the door for her and then proceed to slide in after her. She touches my arm and when I turn to her, she says, "Mom is waiting for us at Bouley. She thought you might be in a mood for French, you know considering..." She trails off. Considering that Ciel's name derives from the French language. I smile at her and feel the vibration in my throat as I agree with our mother's choice. It pleases me that my family knows me so well. That is one thing that I owe to my accident: the chance to become closer with one another.
When we arrive, my sister pulls me until we see my mother. It is shocking for most when they see my mother and sister. They are eerily similar. Long, black hair. Eyes that are amber. Thin and slender, but noticeably endowed. They are both strikingly beautiful. My mother's youthful appearance makes it seem as if she is our older sister rather than the person who birthed Serena and I, which my mom, Claire, loves.
Her looks, at the moment, is a sharp contrast to Ciel's mother, Rachel, who sits across from her. It is true that Rachel has a young face as well, but she has hair that is almost as if honey and gold were mixed in a pot. Her eyes are pale yet bright blue. She is just as breath-taking as my mother. However, all of our looks combined are no match for the man that sits next to Rachel. No, no one could dare breach upon his beauty.
A smile automatically grace my face. I am beyond content that my wish was granted. Now in a grand mood, I give my mom a kiss and hug. I turn to Rachel and offer the same treatment I gave my own mother. After all, she is a family friend and the person who brought this angel to the world. I know I had upset Ciel already today but that doesn't hinder me in trying to grab his hand in an attempt to kiss it in a friendly greeting. The smack was worth it.
Ciel's Perspective
Why?! Why can't I escape him? He is everywhere! And I know, I just know, he is doing this to piss me off. Why else would he suddenly be joining our lunch? Why else would he try to slobber all over my hand like my dog I have at home?
After I hit him, he slides into the seat across from me while his sister sits in the middle. Serena's smiles mirrors Sebastian and I crinkle my nose at the similarity of the two. They shouldn't be that good-looking! I mean, they practically have sparkles flying around them. But even I have to begrudgingly admit that when compared to his younger sister, Sebastian looks... My line of thought flips as that smug bastard blows a kiss at me. Yeah, Sebastian looks like a turd.
"Ciel, it's been so long since I saw you! You hardly show your face around our place anymore. I hope you are not avoiding me because of this idiot. You of all people should know that Sebastian can't help it. Mom did like smelling fumes when she was pregnant with him or so I hear," Serena starts the conversation. Claire, hearing her comment, playfully scolds her then turns back to my mom. It's true that I don't come and visit them as often as I used too. It was a weekly dinner that our family made since Sebastian and my high school days, but at a certain point, I started to refrain from coming over.
"No wonder he is like that," I hiss at him, who just keeps grinning like I just admitted that he was better than me. "I have been busy. I am sorry I don't stop by like I used to. I will try to do better from now, kay?" I promise her. She almost looks satisfied about my commitment, and I briefly ponder if she might have a crush on me or something. Well, until I see the same expression on that ass's face. Then I just think that Sebastian's weirdness is rubbing off on her.
"Busy, you say? If Vincent can make it to Sunday dinners, I would think that you also have the same opportunity to do so if you were so inclined. What does a man such as yourself have that is so important to ignore your family and friends? I am quite hurt that you have been absent from our get-togethers. You shouldn't treat me like this, Ciel," his arrogance shines as he speaks. See? He always manages to make me seem like the bad guy while boosting up his image. As if I could really hurt his feelings. I have never once saw him upset.
The waiter interrupts my response, though I have no idea what it would have been. Sebastian has that talent of leaving me tongue-tied. I am still angered by his back-handed insults, but the thing that is pissing me off is that the waiter is fawning over Sebastian. Waiter. As in a male server. And before anyone gets the wrong perception, I am not mad that Sebastian is shamelessly flirting back. No, I am mad that the waiter picked him over me. Why would he pick that slob when I am over here? He must be blind. Yup, that is why I am mad. No other reason besides that.