Why are these two so dumb?! Why? Okay, I made them, but seriously, get it together! Sheesh, I want to strangle these two, but since their fictional, I can't, and I know it is weird for me to be upset about them because I write what they say and do, but they have a mind of their own! They do what they want! Anyways, request, review, and enjoy!

Sebastian's POV

Someone snaps their fingers in front of me, and I follow the hand upwards to meet a concerned Bard. He asks what is wrong, and in wonderment, I mumble, "He's…jealous."

"Who?" He takes the barstool next to me.

"Ciel. He is jealous. Of you, no less," I answer in my daze.

"Hey! You could do a lot worse than me, man! And are you sure? That doesn't sound like him at all," Bard doubts.

I think over Ciel's action, and though they were clear when he did them, maybe I am reading too much into it. Maybe today's excitement and earlier kisses are making me delusional. "I don't know," I confess. "He was saying all this stuff about me being his, and he was on my lap and…I could be wrong."

"Really? Maybe," he then turns his head away from me, making me miss the rest of his words.

"What was that? I couldn't see," I probe. He shakes his head.

"It's not important." He glances at his phone. "We should get going. We don't want to make anyone wait." He stands and gestures for me to hurry. I catch the bartender's attention, waving the money that I promised him for not serving Ciel anymore. Before I give him the fifty, I question him.

"Did you overhear what the guy with the blue hair was saying?" He nods. "Do you, um, do you think he likes me?" Having a third opinion might put some things in perspective.

"No." Or not. At least I found out the truth before I made a fool out of myself. Doesn't stop me from cringing as I get a definite answer to Ciel's feeling. "I do think he is in love with you, to be honest."

"What? Are you just telling me what I want to hear to get more cash?" I look at him, uncertain if he was lying to me.

"No. I mean, is it supposed to be a secret because he was making it obvious," the man insists.

"But he was drunk," I protest softly, trying to come up with excuses to soften the blow of reality, which will probably not be in my favor since it hasn't been so far.

"I have worked here for a long time. I have seen break-ups, make-ups, confessions, proposals, and a lot more. That, my friend, was one hell of a confirmation of his love." A smile starts to form on my face. I give my gratitude for his insight. "Wait, why would you need to know if he likes you? You are his fiancé, aren't you?"

"Oh, that. You could say it is an arranged marriage, and he is in opposition of it," I lie smoothly.

He laughs. "You are Sebastian, right?"

"Do you know me?"

"No, but that is the name that guy was chanting when he came to the bar, so I am guessing it had to be you." I tilt my head in confusion. "I don't think you should be worried if he wants to marry you or not. He is just playing hard to get."

"You really know all the right words, don't you?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Thanks. For everything." I get up and get ready to leave. "What's your name?" His eyes widen, but then a friendly smile spreads onto his face.

"Agni."

"Don't quit this job any time soon, Agni. I'm going to be coming here often for your advice, okay?" He nods, and with a wave, I go to the car where Bard is waiting.

Ciel's POV

"Where is he?" I whine. My dad faces the wall and begins banging his head against it. Again

"For the millionth time, I don't know! God, Ciel. Your mother and I are seriously going to have an intervention for you and your drinking. I'm getting worried."

"I'm worried too! Why isn't he here already? Why?"

"Why what?" A different voice asks. I glare at Bard, who is invading Sebastian's personal bubble. I storm up to them and shove him out of the way. I then hook my arm with the dark haired, cat-obsessed man. I press against Sebastian, stating nonverbally of my claim on him. "What the hell, Ciel?!"

"Ciel, why did you push Bard? That's not nice of you to do," Sebastian adds. I look up at him while I try to hold back the irrational tears that are brought upon by his scolding.

"Why are you taking his side? What about me? Don't you care about me?"

Sebastian's POV

I glance at the other two men, but they are already gone. I fixate my eyes on Ciel, who is sporting an intoxicated face and pouty lips, and with my new found knowledge of his possible feelings for me, I am having trouble trying to form a response to his absurd questions.

"Ciel, you know I do," I softly declare. He lets my arm go only to wrap his arms around me. He buries his face into my neck. I feel puffs of air on my skin, unevenly distributed, meaning that he is talking, but since his lips are hidden, I have no way of knowing what he is talking about. "Ciel, stop." He does. I gently move his head up, so I can see his mouth again. "I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"

"If you care, why'd you leave me?" My eyebrows furrow as he starts crying.

"What do you mean? I'm here. I'm right here," I assure him, but he shakes his head like I do not understand him, and I don't. Because the sadness he is demonstrating through his body and eyes is not new; no, it is aged, old, and wistful. This is an emotion that has been harbored in him for a very long time. "Ciel, tell me. Please."

"You left. For years, you were gone, and he knew, right? You didn't tell me, but you told him. We were friends, weren't we? Rivals, neighbors, and best friends, but without a word, you went away. If you really did care, you would have told me why. If you do care, you would tell me why."

I had thought that the distance we had between the two of us would make him forget the past. At most, we would only meet five times a month, and only at business conventions. Nothing that would put us in close quarters, and certainly wouldn't put us alone together. I made sure that people accompanied us so he would not remember. Not remember how much he hated me after I first showed up. And for these three years, he has grown tolerant of me, but now, as I give no response to him, I can see those feelings rising up again. I can see his betrayal and anger more clearly now. I should have said no to this business deal. I should have thought all of this through.

He searches my face and frowns. "See? I knew you didn't care. Never did. Never will." He pushes me away and quickly goes inside. I call him back, but he doesn't stop so I go after him. Until I can't because I forgot where we were. We are at a club. A strip club. A place with very minimal light. A place where I can't hear and now, can't see.