Even if the crimson eyed demon did not purely enjoyed admitting it, that damned reaper’s scythe had done quite the noticeable damage, one that was now starting to affect his performance of his own role in this grandiose play being displayed denominated as ‘Faustian Contract’. It was a fact, no matter how hardly Sebastian tried to deny such obvious event. Even Ciel, the one whom Sebastian was supposed to demonstrate perfection and utter resistance, was perceiving all of his sentiments and along with those, a wave of pain still seemed to be agitated within his thorax, the spot where he had been affected by the Undertaker.
Nonetheless, both him and Ciel had established a contract of grand importance, and he was most certainly not going to taint the reputation he had developed over the years as the perfect butler now.
Dawn would soon arrive and with that, the duty of waking his very young master up would have to be fulfilled. Whilst groaning a bit, the crow managed to get up and he went to the closest mirror he could find on his quarters. He undressed his coat,vest and plain white shirt, taking the blood stained ligatures that surrounded his chest.
The wound itself was looking better than it was before, but on a normal occurrence, he would have had healed by now and the healing was not happening as rapidly as one desired but he would have to cooperate with such thing. He substituted the ligatures and got dressed yet again, adjusting his uniform quickly after and directing himself towards his master’s chamber, only to find him already woken up and waiting for the butler, it seemed.
"Y-young master??… What are you doing already awake—-" His voice was cut by the boy’s apparently furious one. If the butler decided to inquire his unnecessary preoccupation, then he was certain that the little one would most likely respond 'I need my butler to be in a good shape.' so he did not even bothered to inquire such vague question when it’s response was more than evident.
"I do appreciate your concern but as the Phantomhive’s butler I must be able to serve you despite my physical estate—-." A pause. Sebastian was sure that if he continued to speak instead of focusing himself on making the pain vanish, he would lose his composure.
Clenching his teeth, he continued where he had left off.
"I need no rest. Who would look after you, then? Finnian, who is a mere gardener with an immense strength that could kill you? Mei-Rin, that is as blind as a bat and the most disastrous maid I have ever seen?? Bard, whom solely knows how to make things randomly explode? Snake, who would leave his poisonous snakes all around the mansion? Or perhaps Tanaka is the best option, considering that all he does is to drink his tea calmly. None of those people are capable of handling a single day with this mansion, it’s affairs and you."
The little Earl huffed at his butler’s words; surely Sebastian would have known better than let something like pride and reputation get in the way of health. It didn’t matter that he would not be the picture perfect butler that he constantly strived to be. It would only be a days rest or so. And it wasn’t like Ciel was going to announce to the world that good ‘ol Sebastian Michaelis took a sick day; Lord forbid anyone caught wind of something so utterly atrocious. He crossed his bony arms across his chest and sent the demon a glare. Blue eyes pierced into red, and if looks could kill, well, Ciel would have a lot less on his plate right about now.
“Do you think me invalid that I cannot take care of myself? Are you going to show me how to breathe or do you think I can handle such a task?” He was 13 for God’s sake! Almost a man! A man could ready himself and survive with out the constant help of demonic butlers, all with a pretty woman on his arm and money in his pocket. Maybe his vision of being a man was slightly warped, but, the point still stayed the same, he could take care of himself. “I can do it alone. I’m not going to die if I miss a button or attempt to eat burnt food.” Even after saying all that, there was a little, emphasis on little, part of Ciel that knew Sebastian was right. Not that he’d ever admit to it. Oh no. Hell would have to freeze over for that to happen.
Ever so calmly, maybe even too calm, Ciel slid out of bed and walked straight up to his butler. From the shiny leather shoes to the inky black hair, Sebastian was inspected by his master. It did seem that the butler was on the road to recovery, but healing was taking much too long for the both of them. Well, if his demon felt like he could do everything normally, Ciel would give him his own type of personal hell. “Since you have this silly idea that you’re magically better, carry me. My ankle hurts and I can’t walk.” Of course now he was only being silly, but the butler would have to bend over in order to scoop Ciel up, and the little Earl would make sure to squirm just a tad bit more than usual, especially to poke at Sebastian’s wounds. It was mean, but if causing his butler a bit of harm made him realize Ciel was absolutely right, then harm his butler he would do.
“To be fairly honest, I indeed do. Of course, you can manage to do some trivial things, but then again, how could one take care of himself when he does not know how to dress himself properly, to cook, or to even bath? I trust those servants solely to protect the manor, not to murder you unconsciously whilst a take a day off. I am truly sorry my lord, but leaving you alone with them is quite perilous. To only one who can possibly manage to take care of you reasonably is Mister Tanaka. As for the rest… I dare to say that my trust upon them is not of high level.” The utterly proud and devoted butler sighed, remembering how accurate the servant’s poor skills were when it came to tending the Estate’s issues.
After quoting his concerns, Sebastian paid attention to the little earl, who was actually coming right towards the taller male as his steps echoed through the room, an awkward silence arriving as they gazed at each other’s eyes. The Earl’s was big and innocent, of a pure sapphire color, just like a child’s. The Raven’s were of devious, tantalizing and even a tad provocative scarlet. In fact, just like their kind, the human and the demon were the exact opposite of each other. Whilst one represented faith, love and life, the other symbolized nothing but indifference, because the opposite of faith was not heresy, but indifference; The opposite of love was not hate, but indifference; and the opposite of life was not death, but indifference.
Most humans would perhaps discord with such theory but in fact, it was applied in real life indeed. However, it is important to denote that human beings solely choose to ignore such matter, for they are selfish yet needy beings after all.
Then, the reason to all this suspicious inspection was revealed. Apparently, it did seem as if Ciel truly desired to punish Sebastian for being quite devoted, a fact which the crow was utterly unable to understand. As soon as Sebastian noticed the small flaw in Ciel’s discourse, he let go of his injury and he merely snickered.
"My lord… If you cannot walk then how did you even came towards me in the first place? Perhaps your foolish lies do not seem to affect me anymore, if they ever did indeed. After all, I am the one who knows you the most…"
"However, lies or not, demands are demands and I would be happy to oblige to them." A light pat on his clothes was given in order to adjust them and, coming even closer to the boy, the obedient demon bid down slightly, a smile covering the pain coming from his hurting ribs as he turned around to face the ground.
"W-Well then, where shall I take my lord?"