Author: xCielx3 PM
AU, 21st century storyline. Ciel's appearance is different than normal humans, caused by his torturous and painful past. When he meets a certain creepy pastry chef, his life starts to change. But...is it in a positive direction? (Contains a neko.) SebastianxCielRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Ciel P. & Sebastian M. - Chapters: 35 - Words: 92,725 - Reviews: 278 - Favs: 113 - Follows: 78 - Updated: 10-28-12 - Published: 08-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8434676
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A/N: Ciel is too oblivious to his feelings. *o* This was a very...interesting chapter to write. I really hope I kept this new character in character. :c
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
Point of View: Ciel Phantomhive
Currently, it is Monday morning and Sebastian has woken me up to talk to me about an important matter. I slept in his guest bedroom last night, along with the night before. This whole room contains multiple shades of blue and violet, which make it quite appealing. The bed is extremely comfortable. I can't recall ever having a better night's sleep than I've had in the past two days.
I rub my eyes to wake myself up more as Sebastian talks to me. I'm still lying in my bed and he is kneeling next to me, waiting for my consciousness to surface. Once my vision starts to clear, I see red eyes staring at me. In a normal state of mind, I would have a panic attack, but right now, I'm too tired to do anything. What time is it anyway?
"My apologies for waking you at such an early hour, but there is something I must address." My attention is halfway focused on Sebastian's words, so I sit up against the headboard to try to wake up more. "In ten minutes, I shall be leaving for work." Even in my sleep-induced state, I clearly hear what he says, which makes my eyes widen.
"You're leaving?" He's going to just leave me here? He can't! Wait. Ugh! I don't need him, I'll be fine on my own...right?
"Unfortunately, yes." Sebastian isn't smiling or smirking, so I assume he's not too happy about this. "I'll be in my office, so I have written down the number on a post-it and placed it on the fridge. If you need me, don't hesitate to call." He stands from his position and takes a pause. "Don't worry, I have made sure to contact a sitter for whilst I'm away."
"A-A sitter? You mean a babysitter?" I can't believe this. I am not a baby, so I don't need a babysitter.
"If you prefer that title, yes. He will be here shortly, however, I cannot stay to greet him, so you need to let him in the house when he arrives." A few stray hairs fall into his face as he leans down a small amount. "I shall return as soon as I can, Ciel."
"Fine." I sigh and crawl back under the covers in an attempt to fall back to sleep. I hear a chuckle and I snap my head up to see Sebastian, trying to stifle a laugh. "What?"
"Oh, nothing." He leans in a bit more to pet my ear, but I see this coming and instinctively scoot back to prevent it. He retracts his hand and sighs, standing up straight in the process. "I'll see you soon, Ciel." Sebastian gives off a smile and leaves my room, muttering about something being 'cute.'
Once I hear the front door slam shut, I snuggle into the warm comforter and close my eyes. It's much too early for anything to occur. Upon recalling Sebastian's words, I remember he said the babysitter will be arriving in ten minutes. He's probably going to be here in five minutes now. Ugh. No use in trying to sleep anymore.
Sleepily and reluctantly, I push the warm sheets off of me, causing cold air to cover my body. Why does he keep this house so damn cold? The room is so frigid, even the carpet is freezing. My body shivers and I wrap my arms around myself to stay warm. I need to talk to him about this; it's ridiculous.
Once I reach the violet closet, I open the doors and search for something to wear. The closet is filled with the clothing I chose on our shopping day. My eyes scan the hangers for a shirt, when I grab a black long sleeved blouse. As I study the material, I shift my eyes back to the rest of the shirts. I suppose I have a certain type of clothing that I prefer.
Each shirt has its own amount of ruffles and buttons. I lift up the black shirt in my arms and take another glance. It's a button up shirt with excess material in between the buttons and around the cuffs of the sleeves. Not a very masculine wardrobe, is it...maybe I should get rid of them in exchange for something more manly.
I start my search to pick out pants and come across a pair of dark blue trousers. It's strange to be able to choose my clothing; new clothing at that. I grab the pants and my top hat before closing the doors. I don't want this 'babysitter' to see my ears or tail, so I guess I'll just have to cover them up. Come to think of it, Sebastian didn't tell me if he told the babysitter about my abnormalities. I suppose it's better if I hide them anyway.
After dressing, I place my pyjamas in a laundry basket and head to my mirror. I try to tie my eyepatch quickly, to avoid any unnecessary time in front of my reflection. I fix my hair, as much as possible, and bunch up my ears in the top hat. Now that I'm dressed, I head to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. On my way there, I hear the faint noise of one of Sebastian's cats. They must be playing in their playroom.
I almost reach the kitchen, but stop in my tracks when I hear the doorbell. It's about time he arrived, how long has it been now? Oh yeah, thirty minutes. I make my way across the carpet to the front door and cautiously open it.
"Hello?" In case he isn't the babysitter, I'll wait for him to say why he's here.
"Oh, my, you must be Ciel. I'm the sitter!" Seriously? This guy is the sitter? He doesn't look very...stable to be a babysitter. This guy is wearing a snow-white coat, white gloves, white shoes, and a furry white hat. His light blonde hair reaches his shoulders and falls around his whole head in a random way. The eyes of this 'man' are a strange hue of lavender.
"Okay." He kind of creeps me out. This guy is constantly smiling and making dramatic hand gestures, for no particular reason, other than to state how 'beautifully white and elegant' the snow is. How the hell did Sebastian find this guy?
"Oh, I beg your forgiveness! I have yet to introduce myself. I am Aleister Chambers! Though, my followers all call me Druitt." Followers. Alright. Once he states his name, he throws his arms up into the air and spins in a circle. Something is wrong with this man's head. I think I'll need to have a chat with Sebastian about this.
"Well, I'm going to make breakfast." I turn on my heel and walk as quickly as I can away from that weirdo. When I step into the kitchen and look around, I find two notes on the fridge door. One is the phone number of Sebastian's office and the other has a few sentences written down.
'Ciel, I have already chosen a suitable breakfast for you. I hope you don't mind. It's on the counter to your left. You can heat it in the toaster and use the cream cheese in the fridge. Butter knives are in the drawer below the toaster. -Sebastian'
My eyes shift from the small yellow paper to the two pieces of bagel in a bag. Just as I place the pieces in the toaster and press 'start,' the kitchen door bursts open. Standing in the doorway, is none other than Mr. Dramatic himself, Aleister.
"There you are!" His eyes shine with too much happiness to be normal as he does one of his ridiculous hand gestures. "It is my duty as babysitter to make sure you are safe at all times!" Seriously, I can't get over how strange he is; what is wrong with this guy? I mean, I've seen plenty of people pass me while I was in the park, but none of them were this odd.
"I was making breakfast." I turn to the fridge and open it up, searching for the cream cheese. Once I have it in my hand and turn back around, I notice that he is still standing there with his overly-dramatic pose. Ignoring him, I retrieve my now-cooked bagel and reach into the drawer for a butter knife. I then place the bagel pieces onto a plate and try my best to spread around the cream cheese. Once I'm satisfied, I head out of the kitchen with my bagel pieces and a plate. I step around Druitt as he maintains his pose and mumbles something about the 'beauty in the kitchen.'
As I eat in peace at the dining table, I glance out the window, to see a scene of white snow once more. It seems the weather hasn't calmed down and it doesn't appear it will, anytime soon. After I finish up my breakfast, I notice how quickly I ate. That was so delicious; how could I not eat it quickly?
On my journey back to the kitchen, I step around Aleister and proceed to wash my dishes. I then, move the cream cheese back into the fridge and head out of the kitchen once more. Before I exit completely, though, I turn off the light. This, unexpectedly snaps Druitt out of his trance and he looks around, startled.
I leave as fast as I can and head into the guest bedroom. On my way there, I hear him say, "This is too much beauty for my eyes to handle!" I roll my eyes and head into my room, closing the door behind me. Quite the 'babysitter' indeed. What am I supposed to do while Sebastian is gone? My eyes dart around the room and rest on a piece of paper on top of the writing desk. Waltzing over to the desk, I sit down in the chair and reach for the paper. It's a blank, white sheet of paper, which gives me an idea.
I'm not sure how long I've been in my room, but it must have been quite a while, since I hear a knock on my door. Why is Aleister knocking? Wouldn't he just slam open the door, like he did in the kitchen? "Yes?" I place down my pencil and turn around in my chair so I'm facing the door as it slowly opens.
Just how long have I been in here?
The figure standing in the doorway is, surprisingly, Sebastian. I suppose Mr. Chambers left then. Finally. The smiling raven-haired male makes his way over to where I'm sitting and I stand up to greet him.
"My schedule was slightly less hectic today, since a few people canceled their appointments, so I was able to return earlier than I had originally anticipated." So, maybe I wasn't locked in my room for a long time after all. I notice his line of sight is directly on the project I was working on for the past few hours. I hadn't really planned on anyone seeing this. On the piece of paper, is a lightly shaded drawing of a hornbeam tree with snow covering most of the leaves and the entire floor. It's not very well-drawn, but it's fairly easy to tell it's a tree.
Sebastian picks up the paper and studies every line on it, which makes me slightly uncomfortable. Why is he looking at it so intensely? A smile forms on his lips and he redirects his attention to me, which makes a slight shade of pink spread on my cheeks. "This is amazing, Ciel." My eyes widen and the color on my cheeks deepens at his compliment.
"It's just a tree." I state while shifting my weight on my feet.
"Have you ever had lessons with drawing?" Why would he ask me that? Does he think I need lessons?
"I would never have guessed, based on this beautiful picture." My embarrassment is quickly rising and I don't know why, but my chest feels warm. I can't recall ever feeling this sensation before, why would I now? I try to drift the conversation away from myself and I formulate a question that I have to ask him.
"Did you meet the sitter before today?" I can't imagine Sebastian willingly deciding he's a suitable adult figure to watch over children. Even considering I am not a child. He smirks and lightly chuckles at my question, while lowering the paper. Then, he rubs his head with his hand, as if he has a headache.
"Well, yes, I have. He can be a bit...eccentric at times. Although, I'm sure you are well aware of that." His smirk grows as he sees my expression of annoyance. "I could try to search for another sitter, if you truly dislike this one." Mr. Dramatic is quite frustrating, but I suppose he doesn't cause a disturbance to me; in exception to when I made breakfast. He is strange, though, when he has his speeches about 'the beauty of this generation,' or something or other.