chapter 7
"Bochan...?" Said the dark butler, watching his master with a devious smirk.Ciel blinked; and snapped out of the thoughts that raced across his mind.
"Bochan? May I ask what you are doing?"
Ciel felt his breath catch in his throat and something hot spread across his face.
"YOU MAY NOT." He snapped, whipping the sheets back and burying himself deep within them.
A small chuckle was heard, and Sebastian pulled back a bit of the sheet enough so he could see his face.
"I do realize you will be going through puberty shortly... but couldn't you have waited to do this when you got back to the manor...?"
Another hot rush.
"SH-SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU, PERVERT!" Ciel shouted, ripping the sheets from his butler's grasp and hiding his face again.
"P...pervert, My Lord...?" (*sweatdrop*)
"Don't deny it! What the hell was that "CPR" thing?!"
Sebastian sighed. "I was simply reviving my young master. I couldn't stand there and watch you drown."
"B-But your tongue was..." Ciel mumbled, burrowing deeper in the sheets.
"I came here to bring you breakfast, My Lord. I didn't think you would particularly enjoy what the hospital serves." Sebastian continued, apparently ignoring the previous statement.
Ciel peeked out of the sheets, and, sure enough, there was a familiar platinum teacart behind Sebastian. His mouth watered at the scent of french scones and Oak Zest tea.
Composing himself, Ciel summoned up the courage to evacuate his burrow, and sat up.
"Very well. Serve it."
"Yes, My Lord."
Ciel waited, stomach growling, as his butler pushed the teacart over to him like a little table on wheels. He then swiftly set up fine plates and teacups and began to brew the tea and lay out food. The menu today was; like his keen nose had reported, french scones filled with Persian cream and strawberry puree. The tea was Oak Zest, and as the relaxing scent floated into his nose, Ciel began to calm down. Sebastian handed him his tea, and as he took a sip Ciel closed his eyes. Instead of seeing bland white walls and a plain blank bed, Ciel envisioned himself back in his mansion, sitting on his bed as he sipped the usual morning tea. Looking up beside him, he saw the dark butler flash him a devilish smirk; as usual.
He is at my side...
Ciel opened his eyes, and saw again the white walls which made his eyes sting. Finishing off his scones, Ciel watched as Sebastian bowed and left the room; taking the teacart with him.
But here... I am alone...
As his butler closed the door, the soft sound it made as it shut seemed to Ciel like a hollow farewell. Tentatively; the earl reached out to the door when it was closed.
Don't go...
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