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SebastianxCiel: LoversCiel sat in his room on his bed thinking, and thinking well at least trying to that is. In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about his beloved butler, his precious demon, Sebastian.
*What's wrong with me?* he thought brushing his hair out of his uncovered eye. *Am I really so pathetic that I would actually become infatuated with my own butler and a demon no less.* Ciel shook his head.
*And besides, he is going to be my ultimate undoing the one to devour my soul. How could I possibly love him ?* he wondered, but was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Enter." Ciel said simply as he watched the figure slowly open he door. There he stood, Sebastian, the Black Butler, smiling and holding a tray of food and tea.
"Good morning young master. Did you have a pleasant night?" Sebastian asked pleasantly walking over to the bedside.
Ciel looked up silently, admiring the perfect face smiling back at him. His thick, silky black hair, and those beautiful eyes tha
The Demon's Kiss"So will it hurt?" Ciel inquired. He was getting somewhat anxious. He wasn't afraid of death, since he was prepared for that moment once his revenge was completed. He finally felt complete, knowing that he'd accomplished his mission. However, the wait was what caused him uneasiness.
"It will a bit, I'm sorry. I will endeavor to be gentle, though." Sebastian responded caringly. A youngster wasn't supposed to experiment such a harsh life like Ciel had had, and yet with such a tragic ending.
And not only that, but he had grew fond of the boy, though he would never admit it. Losing him would be such a shame...
But that wouldn't stop him to eat his soul. Because Ciel was nothing but his food. And because Ciel's soul was perfect, Ciel's soul was ridiculously attracting…
Ciel's soul was heaven for the demons. What an irony.
Ciel, Ciel meant heaven; and Sebastian thought it was the most suitable name for the child. His blue eyes, his purity in all his suffer, were surely something ce
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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