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“Good evening, master,” Sebastian said as he entered Ciel’s office. “Are you ready for your evening tea?”
Ciel just scratched down notes onto his paper, waving at him as a response to do as he pleased.
He just smiled and entered the room, closing the door behind him as he rolled the cart in with him. “Today we have a nice Jasmine tea with a side of apricot cheesecake. I hope that’s alright with you.”
“I’m fine with whatever,” Ciel muttered as he pulled a page off the table and set it aside, going to scratch notes on another one. “I just need sweets, is all.”
Sebastian gazed up curiously. “Master… are you still working on those financial reports?”
“So what if I am?” Ciel retorted. “I don’t see as if it’s your concern.”
“Well… you insisted on doing them when it’s my job, my lord,” Sebastian said then, lashes lowering. “If it was me doing them, they’d be done two days ago when we received them.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Ciel muttered then, still writing. “I was bored so I decided to take on some responsibility.”
“Ah, that’s very surprising of you, master,” Sebastian said then, lifting a tea cup off the cart. “Usually, this time of year you’re hiding in your bedroom with a do-not-disturb sign on the door.”
“Are you actually going to be useful or just scrutinize me?” Ciel said then.
Sebastian chuckled lightly and set the tea on his desk. “I apologize, my lord. I did not know you were in such a foul mood.”
“Shut it.”
“Although, you always are this time of year.”
“You can go now.”
Sebastian just gazed up. “Which reminds me…” he smiled a little, eyes glowing a slight red, “happy eighteenth birthday, master.”
Ciel stopped writing immediately, staring helplessly down at the paper before him as the ink from his quill bled deeply into the paper. “You remembered.”
“I am a Phantomhive butler,” Sebastian said, lashes lowering, “how could I forget? It’s been once a year, every year… since you were ten.”
Ciel was silent.
“So are you actually going to allow me to give you a proper party, master?” Sebastian said then, smiling slightly. “Or are you still going to fight against it? Every year since you were ten, you said you’d decide to celebrate when you were sixteen. When you were sixteen, it was then you decided to celebrate at eighteen. You’re eighteen now, so are you going to argue with me and say until you’re twenty-one?”
Ciel gazed up then, glaring sharply. “Are you taunting me?”
“I am merely asking a question, master,” Sebastian said then, lashes lowering. “It wouldn’t hurt to put down the queen’s demands for a day and enjoy yourself, would it? You’ve been her loyal dog for years, following her every command.”
“Sounds familiar,” Ciel muttered, cleaning off the tip of his quill. “Sebastian.”
“Yes, master, but at least I get something out of it,” he said then, smirking. “A delicious soul… but you on the other hand get nothing. Well… at least from her.”
“I am loyal to her majesty.”
“For nothing in return?”
“I don’t want anything in return.”
“Really?” Sebastian said then, lashes lowering. “Nothing?”
Ciel then set the quill aside. “Sebastian, you and I have a contract. The only thing I want in this horrid world of chaos is vengeance. That was my wish to you, was it not? The queen merely gives me things to pass the time… so life isn’t so utterly… boring.”
“Ah, yes… a suitable way to put yourself in danger,” Sebastian said as Ciel stood. “Very wise of you, master.”
Ciel just smirked. “Why would I care? It’s not like you’d let me die.”
Sebastian gazed up then, eyes glowing red as his smile turned sinister. “You like providing more work for me, don’t you?”
Ciel just walked past him. “Why, yes. Inconveniencing you makes my heart flutter.”
“Oh?” Sebastian said then, smirking. “It’s the inconveniencing that makes that heart flutter? Nothing of me makes it flutter in other senses?”
Ciel stopped in his tracks and glared back at him. “Meaning?”
Sebastian just closed his eyes and smiled. “Nothing, master. Nothing at all.”
Ciel just turned back forward and walked off, Sebastian watching him from behind.
The butler’s lips curled into a smirk. You’re eighteen now, my lord. Your hatred remains as we search for your vengeance, but your heart remains pure. Lady Elizabeth still has a year before she turns eighteen, so you have a year to accept marriage. She is your betrothed, isn’t she? Do you really want that, master?
I certainly don’t.
Although, I love Lady Elizabeth… you are still mine.
And mine forever.
Others may call is jealousy, but I shall call it as it is plain.
Your soul is mine. You are mine. Every part of you is mine.
You shall not belong to her. Ever.
Just. You. See.
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