You whisper-shouted as you walked through the Phantomhive estate. Your footsteps echoed in the hallway, resonating loudly through the still air. There was a candle lit in your hand, dripping steadily onto the saucer beneath it, flickering onto your face and casting shadows that made you jump at everything.
“Oh come on…” You whispered. “Where are you?”
Sebastian Michaelis, a.k.a extremely capable butler that you swear isn’t human, had told you to stay up a bit after everyone went to bed. It was “something the young master wanted you two to do” apparently.
Ciel could be a real pain in your butt sometimes.
“I could be in my nice, warm bed right now but no,” You muttered irritably, holding the cloth around your shoulders closer to your shivering form. It was dark, and besides the faint pounding of rain upon the earth outside, deadly silent.
It felt odd being up at this time. No crashing of plates by Mey-rin and her loud apologies. No explosions being caused by Bard, no childish wailing from Finnian or chuckles from the old man.
It was just….quiet.
It made you realize just how lonely these empty halls were.
You bit your lip, eyebrows furrowing. Where in the world was Sebastian? You’d checked every room in the establishment - except the young master’s of course - and you hadn’t found not a glimpse of raven hair. This was really not the time for any of his games.
A groan left your lips. You’d checked literally everywhere-
Change that thought. Almost everywhere.
You headed towards your knew destination, turning the corner into the one room you had forgotten. The kitchen. Tiptoeing inside, you let out a puff when you finally caught sight of your target, his figure seated in one of the chairs by a table.
“Seba-” You started before cutting yourself off. At first you thought he hadn’t seen you (which you really shouldn’t have considered by how impossible he was) but now that you were closer you saw that he was sleeping.
Did he fall asleep…waiting on me? You thought, eyes widening. The mess of papers on the table caught your attention and your tongue clicked against your teeth in annoyance.
“Really?” You muttered, placing the candle down a bit away from the papers. With as much grace as you had, you shuffled them together and began arranging them in a more orderly fashion. Glancing over them, you saw that information regarding the case Ciel was solving was written, stamped, collectively almost splattered across every page. This must’ve been what he wanted you and Sebastian to discuss.
“Why didn’t he just do it?” You muttered but then shook your head out of it. Did you really just think that about the young master? Jeez, you needed to keep a leash on that temper.
At what time you had finally finished the job you weren’t quite sure, but the candle had been reduced to half it’s size so it must have been a good while.
“I got lost in categorizing them,” You mused. You had lost track of time even. “Well, guess I’m done here.”
You lifted your head, turning to look at the butler once more.
And you forgot how to breathe.
While fixing the stack, you had been progressively moving down the table, and closer to Sebastian on the way. Now your face was dangerously close to his.
You felt your cheeks heating up as you bit your lip again. He was asleep right? So he wouldn’t mind if you did some looking…
You almost slapped yourself at the naughty thoughts but couldn’t resist raking your eyes across his features.
His eyes were closed, dark, long eyelashes brushing onto the flawless porcelain skin of his cheeks. He had one fist loosely below his cheek, elbow bent onto the table as his face rested on his hand. He must have fallen asleep sitting upright, because that’s how he was seated right then and there.
You felt your heart pick up the pace a bit as you moved closer.
It suddenly struck you that you’d never seen Sebastian sleep before. Ever.
You’d seen all the others at times, maybe naps, definitely Ciel sleeping when you alternated with Sebastian to wake him up.
But never Sebastian.
He looked…different in his sleep.
(He was sleeping….right?)
You’d never seen him like this. You’d only ever seen his punishing glare when scolding you all when you didn’t do your jobs right. Or his comical composed, angry expression. At other moments, he would have a completely nonchalant mask, not letting anyone see what he was thinking. Even rarer were the smirks he would give when either something went his way, he was being a show off, or if something amused him.
But at the current moment, his face was completely relaxed into a…he was….
“Peaceful,” you finally found the word. He looked peaceful.
You found yourself creeping even closer until your face was just above his. Your eyes switched from admiring his handsome features to trail down to his lips. You absentmindedly licked your own lips.
Would it be wrong? He would never know….
At that thought the urge to kiss him became overbearing and you let your lips hover over his till you could feel the invisible pressure between them. You shut your eyes, flesh barely brushing against his-
You opened them.
“I can’t,” You whispered so quietly it was really a breath, half telling yourself off, half needing to hear it so that you’d stop.
You backed away, sighing. You gave one last look at the tormentor of your emotions before fully lifting your head.
And a hand enclosed around your wrist.
You jerked, heart leaping into your throat as your eyes snapped to Sebastian.
Blood red orbs captured your every thought. His invigorating eyes were now open and were staring deep into you, as if he could see through to your very soul. You felt your mouth go dry.
He wasn’t speaking but he didn’t even need to. His eyes spoke for themselves, smouldering and bright in the candle light, shadows flickering across his face. He tilted his head slowly while observing you, as if you were a panicking animal that was intriguing him.
Then again, you were indeed shaking.
“S-Sebastian,” You finally managed to say. The curiousity in his gaze increased, almost crushing you. When it was clear you weren’t going to say much else, face aflame, mouth flapping, he shifted.
The deep sound rolled off his tongue, vibrating intensely within you, setting your nerves on fire.
“Miss Y/N…” The words rumbled through his chest to and the air, trapping you in that close eyed smile of his. His tone was as polite and deep as ever, something about his voice entrancing whoever heard it - charismatic, tempting. Something that purposefully lured them in.
You couldn’t even respond. You fought against your body, wanting to say something, anything. What kind of damsel in distress were you being at the moment?!
“S-Sebastian, if you could please let me go,” You started, almost convincingly if not for your stutter. You tried to steady yourself, both you and he knowing you were trying to get away from the topic. “We need to get to the work the young master aske-”
“Y/N…” He repeated and a warm rush flooded your stomach. Without the respectful title at the front, without the ‘Miss’ that was required with women in these days it sounded weird. Closer. Scandalous.
And you loved it.
His thumb stroked the underneath of your wrist slowly, as if calming a cat. Your whole body shuddered at the contact quite obviously.
You swore you saw a flash of pink in his eyes at your shiver.
The crimson eyes narrowed teasingly as he lifted your hand to brush along the lips you had been almost about to claim as yours mere moments ago. You basically exploded.
“Sebastian!” You screeched, shushing yourself for the sake of the sleeping individuals in the house. “W-what a-are y-you-”
“If you’re going to kiss me,” He continued as if you’d never spoken. You felt your heart knocking against your ribcage in utter embarrassment. You shut your eyes from his amused glare, too humiliated to witness it anymore.
The cold and smooth touch of his glove interrupted you from your inner monologue of how you were going to die. It glided along your cheek before his fingers pressed behind your neck, cupping. Your eyes shot open in surprise.
A smirk lifted his lips, tufts of black hair brushing into his luminescent orbs as his fingers traced some kind of symbol on your neck - something intricate, claiming you as his.
I’ve seen so many people saying that they ‘don’t like’ the newest chapter and that it’s forced.Frankly,it’s not Yana’s fault that the ones saying this kind of things could not pick up all the obvious hints in EVERY ARC IN THE MANGA.
She made it so clear that our!ciel wasn’t an only child that it’s excruciating for me to see all the 'fans’ hating on the chapter and Yana herself.If you do this kind of things,you’re just embarrassing yourself by showing that you pay no attention to what you’re reading.
If you have anything negative to say about this matter,just stop reading the manga and don’t bother Yana anymore.
So, there are lots of people that think that Black Hat is a demon. And the way he and Dr. Flug met for the first time is still unknown.
So my theory is:
What if Dr. Flug got himself in serious danger and was going to die, maybe he got also scarred on his face and that’s the reason he’s wearing that bag now.
However Black Hat saw what was happening and decided to intervene.
After all Dr. Flug was a genius, all that potential couldn’t just got to waste.
So he saved his life (kinda) and Flug had to make, like, a deal with him.
And that’s why he’s working for Black Hat.
It’s just a theory, pls don’t kill me.